Danny

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Bond had sat in his car watching the building. He'd been watching for some time now and he knew Danny's habits. When he was home, for how long, when he left, where he went, and he'd even learned to tell how long he might have by how the man dressed. He'd go out dressed neatly, hair combed and face shaven. Job interviews. He'd go out at night in a casual shirt and a second hand jacket he didn't mind losing. Clubbing. Sometimes he dressed nicely but casually and on those nights he'd followed him to Hex's house. So he knew he'd have the night. Of course he knew Hex's schedule. That bloke was predictable.

And so Danny went out for the night and Bond made his move. He broke into the flat, well aware that the flatmate was at her boyfriend's house, likely high and fucking by now. THat gave Bond plenty of time to stage the flat.

He tipped over a table and scooted a chair. He dropped a shoe he'd brought and then some distance later he dropped another. A shirt tossed to the side. Trousers left puddled in the hall. And atDanny's bedroom doorway a pair of pants with anonymous DNA staining the crotch. He tussled the bed and smashed the pillows and then he waited in the shadows. Danny would be home soone enough.

Bond just hoped this wouldn't implicate Hex in this staged sex crime. He'd feel a bit bad if that happened.

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[london_spy]

It was selfish, Danny knew it was. Selfish and wrong really. But Hex held him, and Danny leaned in, pressing a kiss to Hex's neck, then his jaw.

In moments like this, he couldn't help but think he deserved all the shit the universe threw at him.

[just_hex]

Hex tipped his head to give Danny better access and he rubbed the man's bicep lightly. Before long, though, he'd turned his head to find Danny's mouth to kiss him properly. The telly played on and the tea sat, quickly cooling, but for his part he didn't care. He could easily kiss Danny all night.

[london_spy]

Being kissed was easy, being wanted was nice. Hex was nice. He was strong and solid, the sort of bloke Danny would have gone home with any day of the week- Before Alex.

That's how he saw his life now. Before Alex, and after. Before was dark days really, but oh- It was so easy to go back. So easy to be that Danny again.

[just_hex]

He kissed Danny and easily lost himself in the pleasure of it. Hex relished the taste of his tongue, the tea, and underneath, the cigarettes. His hands roamed Danny's shoulders and arms and body and he shifted a little so he could pull the other man on top of him a bit as he leaned back into the cushions.

[london_spy]

Danny settled in on top, cupping Hex's face in his hands and resting his forehead against the other man's.

"Do you trust me?" he asked quietly. "If I fucked you, would you trust me to be careful?"

[just_hex]

"Yes," he answered without hesitation. He didn't often lay back for anyone, but he found himself willing with Danny. Eager, even. His pulse pounded behind his fly as he rubbed his nose against Danny's, eyes shut.

"I want you every way I can have you," he whispered. "And I trust you to be careful. I know you will be."

[london_spy]

"And you'll let me be in charge?" he asked, catching Hex's wrists and holding them gently, before pushing them up over his head, against the back of the sofa.

[just_hex]

His heart skipped a beat and he closed his eyes. Even more seldom than laying back did he let anyone else dominate him. He didn't care for pain, though he did like discipline and the feeling of Danny's hands on his wrists made him gasp.

"I can try," he said. "Not very well practised with that sort of thing. But...yeah. I'll try."

[london_spy]

After the day he'd had, after all the conflicting feelings he'd been battling all day- Danny needed this. He needed to feel in control.

"Come on then," he said, getting up and coaxing Hex towards the bedroom.

[just_hex]

Hex got up and left the telly on, following Danny to the bedroom.

"I...probably smell like antiseptic," he said. "Do you want me to scrub up first, or...?"

[london_spy]

"You smell fine," Danny promised, sitting down on the edge of the bed and looking Hex over.

"Go on then. Get it off," he nodded, not making any move to undress himself.

[just_hex]

So it was like that. Hex nodded and was gladly obedient. He peeled off his shirt, then untied the drawstring of his bottoms. In one move he toed off his trainers and stepped out of his bottoms and pants, then bent down to slip of his socks, too. His cock stood proudly at attention and when he straightened up he had no shame. He rather liked Danny's eyes on him.

[london_spy]

Leaning back slightly, Danny drank in the sight of him. Even the heartbroken and the hopeless could enjoy a little filth after all.

"Touch yourself," he instructed, wetting his lips with a flick of his tongue.

[just_hex]

"Want a show, do you?" he asked, knowing exactly what looked best. He ran one hand across his chest and the other down his stomach to his cock. He stroked slowly, pulling the thick length more for Danny's pleasure than his own. His eyes closed, though, good as it felt and his chest rose and fell a bit faster.

[london_spy]

Danny watched, rubbing himself gently through his trousers, then gesturing for Hex to come closer.

"Now undress me," he instructed.

[just_hex]

Hex came closer and at the edge of the bed he kneeled on the floor. He knew what submission was, what he demanded from his partners, and though it was a role shift for him he easily fell into it.

He rubbed rough palms up and down Danny's thighs, then up to the hem of his shirt to pull it off over his head. Then he undid the man's fly and tugged off his trousers. Pants next, slower this time, wetting his lips as he freed Danny's cock.

"Condoms next," he said, unable to resist taking charge for a moment- mostly because he wanted to feel Danny in his mouth but he knew they needed to be safe and smart about this.

[london_spy]

Danny leaned forward then, catching Hex's jaw in his hand and squeezing just enough to be felt.

"I didn't say you could taste me yet," he said calmly. "Don't assume you'll get to taste me at all."

He let go then, pushing Hex away.

"Twenty push-ups," he decided. "...Now, Mr. Schofield."

[just_hex]

Hex was honestly shocked by the rough touch and his eyes widened and his heart beat a bit faster. His cheeks coloured with embarrassment as he realized how presumptuous he'd been. And so, when given the order, he moved to the floor, laid himself out, and easily did twenty. He didn't rush, sure Danny wanted as much a show now as when he'd told him to touch himself. His muscles bunched and flexed, each group well defined.

[london_spy]

Hex really was... Stunning, and though guilt crept up on him, like it always did, Danny assured himself he'd earned this. Today had been awful, and he deserved this.

"Now. Now you can fetch a condom," he decided. "Bedside table, top drawer."

[just_hex]

He had barely exerted himself with only twenty and he popped up to his knees again. He found the condoms and tore open one. He moved to dress Danny and then he stopped himself.

"May I?" he asked.

[london_spy]

Danny nearly told him to use his mouth- But he supposed that probably wasn't that safe.

"Go on then," he nodded.

[just_hex]

He made quick work of it, careful to roll it all the way to the root. He licked his lips again, almost vibrating with anticipation. He remained quiet, though, watching Danny closely for his next command.

[london_spy]

"Hands behind your back now," Danny instructed, taking himself in hand and stroking as he watched Hex. "Crossed at the wrist."

[just_hex]

He had to shift his weight from one knee to the other and settle in, then he complied. Easy enough request. He held his hands behind his back. It forced him to lean forward a bit, muscles in his chest and shoulders stretched out.

"Like this?" he asked.

[london_spy]

Danny nodded, reaching and catching Hold of Hex's hair and pulling him closer.

"Suck," he said simply.