John

[london_spy]

Danny had been thinking about texting John all day, but as the sun vanished beyond the horizon he finally sat down on the edge of the bed with his phone. He wrote a message- Then deleted it. Then another, which he also deleted.

Finally he wrote something he didn't hate.

<i>Come over.</i>

Two words, nothing more. He just hoped John replied.

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[london_spy]

"Do you want it to be something?" Danny asked. "I mean, you do keep saying you don't intend to stay in London," he pointed out.

[petty_dabbler]

"I'd stay if I had a good reason," he replied. "I've never had a good reason, I don't think. Maybe that's why I keep coming back."

[london_spy]

Danny nodded a little, looking at the TV now as he spoke.

"I can't say what the future holds, but I like having you here, for whatever that's worth," he said.

[petty_dabbler]

"If you tell me I'm not a back up plan, I'd be willing to see where things go," John said quietly. Then he abruptly got up.

"Time to break the seal,: he announced and wandered to the loo. A man could only realistically drink so much beer. He didn't even bother to shut the door.

[london_spy]

Was John a back up plan? Danny didn't think there was a plan at all. He had no idea what would happen with Greg. No idea what he wanted.

[petty_dabbler]

From the bathroom there was a groan, then the toilet flushed and the tap ran a bit.

"I feel more sober already," he announced and sat down with a proud smirk.

[london_spy]

Danny didn't want to go back to a serious conversation, and he moved closer again, pawing at John gently.

[petty_dabbler]

"Oh, is this where we left off?" John quipped as he hauled Danny closer.

[london_spy]

"Wasn't it? Danny asked, feigning innocence and moving to straddle John's lap.

[petty_dabbler]

John's hands immediately settled on Danny's ass one he'd gotten comfortable.

"I'm willing to roll with that."

[london_spy]

Danny said nothing, he just sealed his lips over John's and kissed him soundly.

[petty_dabbler]

John moaned wantonly as he chased Danny's tongue with his own. He let his hands roam over the man's body, though he just kept returning to his ass.

[london_spy]

Danny kissed him again, and again, then finally pulled back.

"One night we should go out. Really go out. Not just tumble into bed. ...I want to know you."

[petty_dabbler]

"The offer to go someplace posh stands," he said. "I caught a good gig. Coincidentally...Greg's friend."

[london_spy]

"James?" Danny asked, confused.

[petty_dabbler]

"Fin."

He smirked as he thought of the deal.

[london_spy]

Danny frowned and pulled away.

"Flynn, really?"

[petty_dabbler]

"What a dumbass. I almost feel bad about taking his money," he said. "Now that you know about it all, he needed my magic because he doesn't know anything."

[london_spy]

Danny didn't laugh though, he just moved to sit back on the sofa.

"What did he need your magic for?"

[petty_dabbler]

"Some faerie nonsense. He could have just taken it to a church, but either he didn't know, or he really wanted to be sure it was done right," he explained.

[london_spy]

"Yeah, but- What? What did you do for him, exactly?" Danny pressed.

[petty_dabbler]

"I burned some magic flowers," he said. "Nothing to fuss over, and he gave me ten grand. Cash. Easiest thing I've ever done."

Now that Danny knew, he might as well know it all.

[london_spy]

"Ten grand? For flowers?" Danny asked, confused.

[petty_dabbler]

"You'd be amazed at what a little magic can be worth to people," he replied. "I've got ethics. I won't do dodgy shit. But this was pure overkill, I'll tell you that. I'm not so ethical to refuse the dosh, though."

[london_spy]

"I dunno, I mean, I don't like Flynn, he's a prat- But he never struck me as wasteful. I mean, Greg wouldn't waste time on someone like that," Danny said, clearly interested in getting to the bottom of this.