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Daniel Edward Holt ([personal profile] wedealwithit) wrote in [community profile] londonspy2015-12-30 01:11 am

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Danny and Alex
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Phone seeex | After love confessions

[personal profile] foolishnotion 2015-12-31 02:17 am (UTC)(link)
[The longer he was with Danny, the more Alex began to feel like this wasn't a great dream he would be violently woken from any moment. That he'd made the decision to fight for this, too, only bolstered this new certainty. Yes, they were under surveillance. Yes, he couldn't be open and honest with Danny like he wanted to, but if he finished his research then he could get out, and everything would be better after that. Knowing Danny loved him (Alex had said it, some weeks ago, mustered the courage) served only as further motivation. He felt guilty for every lie, but had to tell himself it was necessary, if Danny knew the truth he'd be in danger.

It was Thursday, and Alex had only left work an hour ago. As usual, he went to one of several crowded public places and worked on some of his calculations, all by hand, partly because he preferred making initial drafts of his creations like that. He'd memorize the numbers and add them to the program later, perhaps before he saw Danny. Or perhaps he wouldn't see him that night, it didn't always happen. Alex would've lived with Danny if he could've, if it wouldn't have aroused suspicion from his employers, but for now he had to remain inside that flat of his. Only it felt less like his now more than it ever had, Danny's flat had begun to feel like home. Not because of the space, but because it was Danny's, because Danny felt like home. His chest swells with fondness every time he thinks of this, and he wants to tell him, but he doesn't, not yet. One day he will.

It's as he's leaving the cafe, the sun hanging low in the London sky, that he feels the vibration of his cell phone against his hip. When he pulls it out and sees Danny's name written on the screen, he feels that fondness again, practically forgetting that his phone is very likely being monitored, just as Danny's phone probably is now, too. He'd get new ones for both of them if he had a way to explain it and if that wouldn't give everything away, s surely his employers would absolutely notice if they suddenly couldn't track Danny's calls and listen to them anymore. Perhaps later he will write a program to deal with this problem, but it angers him to think that he can't shield Danny entirely from surveillance without giving it all away.

Besides, calls were often unusual, texting was Danny's preferred method, as one would expect of someone in their youth, or who seemed young. Alex actually preferred texting, too, sometimes, but there was something nice to hearing Danny's voice, something sweet and personal. He drags his thumb along the screen to answer the call, bringing the phone to his ear. There's an unmistakable note of happiness in his voice when he speaks:]
Hello.

[So they'll likely be seeing each other tonight after all. Good thing Danny's flat is within walking distance, he finds he likes doing that more than driving.]
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[personal profile] foolishnotion 2015-12-31 06:43 am (UTC)(link)
[Alex isn't terribly bothered by the way the question is asked because he's more wondering why, exactly, Danny would ask that. Well, that and feeling guilty for the lie he's about to tell, because they are not alone, and he is always being watched, he has been since he joined the intelligence service. They keep a close eye on their assets, particularly the rare ones like himself. Funny that, he's felt lonely his whole life, including the years he'd worked for them, but during that time he was never actually alone, not technically.]

Yes. [He answers, almsot at once, trying to shove down the guilt he feels. And then he catches that slow breath and wonders at it, if he could see Danny's face he'd have a better idea, but it could mean any number of things now. Then again, he knows he won't need to wait long, Danny is very forthcoming, after all.]

I hoped you'd want me to. [It's a quick, simple answer, and entirely true. He's glad to hear that's why Danny called, to invite him over, and this is enough to fend off the guilt, for now. But then... Alex's breath hitches at the words, because they're damn clear: things I want to do to you. All the suggestion is right there and he's standing outside the cafe with people walking back and forth, paying him no mind, while his boyfriend is on the phone offering to tell him things that are no doubt going to be filthy.

He stiffens, unable to stop the thrill that goes through him. What has Danny done to him? This is a phone call, he has to give a reply, to voice it, he can't just look at Danny with silent communication or wait to be asked what he's thinking. Still, he doesn't even know what the hell he's doing, or why, when he answers, voice just a little bit tight:]
What things?

[This isn't a private conversation, he knows it isn't, and yet he's going to allow it anyway, doesn't want to push away Dany's advances. And because he wants to do it, he knows what this is, has heard about it, and he wants it now, even if he is woefully ill equipped to really partake in it. But that doesn't mean he won't be an enthusiastic participant when he gets back home, back to Danny's flat.

He turns, walking down the street, hoping he'll be able to navigate it with the wonderful distraction he knows is about to happen.]
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[personal profile] foolishnotion 2016-01-03 08:23 pm (UTC)(link)
[Weeks ago, when he was younger and more naive, more innocent (at least of these things), Alex would've asked Danny what he wanted to do if they had the whole place to themselves, would've assumed maybe they might take the TV and watch a film or try cooking some elaborate meal. But even without the earlier hint (Danny wanted to tell him what he was going to do to him, the words are still spinning through his mind), he knows precisely what will happen when he gets there, knows they'll spend the whole evening in bed. Or maybe not even in bed, maybe in other rooms of the flat, too, their attentions focussed solely on each other. Danny has really expanded his horizons, is still expanding them, showing him all the things sex could be, all the places it could happen, all the different ways they can bring each other pleasure.

Another sharp intake of breath as Danny describes what he'll be doing, and Alex turns off into a less crowded side street, a short cut that will get him home sooner. Nineteen minutes from now at his current speed. Danny will be able to hear the sounds of cars on the street fading slightly, of people chattering away if he listens, while Alex tunes all of that out, alternating between counting the seconds as he walks and letting himself be distracted completely.

The picture Danny paints is a lovely one. he can see himself standing in the flat's living room, suit jacket and tie set aside, white shirt open while Danny's lips press against his skin, leaving a trail of kisses as he descends, every touch making Alex shudder. Certain he knows where this is going, his breath hitches once more, a spark of arousal sliding down his spine. And he already knows what he would do, too, imagines it; his hands in Danny's hair, or maybe holding his wrists, squeezing them, fingers digging in to leave marks and making it so Danny can only use his mouth...

Alex knows he should say it, should respond, supply the narrative with something, because that's how phone sex works. But there's no way he can possibly summon up the courage and kill the embarrassment to say anything of the sort, not in public. not with people around him who might hear the words. Maybe if he were alone--it's easy to pretend this call isn't likely being monitored, mostly because he has no other choice--then he would've said something more substantial than what he manages:]
And then what? [His voice is again tight, clearly on edge, as he rounds a corner and tries not to look at anyone, listening intently.

He walks faster now, too, the calculation of his eta altered to fifteen minutes.]
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[personal profile] foolishnotion 2016-01-04 10:44 pm (UTC)(link)
[Oh... He had known something was coming, but even so Alex wasn't entirely prepared for the sheer filth contained within the words. There is a curl of heat in his belly as Danny paints such a wonderful picture. He can see him, on his knees, taking Alex's cock into his mouth, head bobbing up and down, slower than usual, but he has no doubts at all that it'll feel so, so good. He can barely keep himself from groaning low at the thought, as Danny describes it. It's always enough to pull some sounds from his lips, no matter how hard he might try to keep them in. It's become a favourite of his, Danny's mouth on his cock, the swipe of Danny's tongue, or the way he'll hum or moan to signal his enjoyment. Alex can never quite resist it.

He adds nothing to the fantasy, of course, not with any words. In his mind he imagines what he'll do, though, should this lovely picture turn to reality the moment he gets home. And he has no doubt it will, considering how he hears Danny moving around on the couch (or the bed, he doesn't know which), suspects perhaps he'll be reaching into his pants to take himself in hand while he continues the narrative.

As if imagining Danny sucking him off isn't enough, imagining being denied of release, and then thinking of how Danny might be touching himself right now has Alex's excitement move beyond pure arousal. he can feel himself hardening in his fancy dress pants and suddenly he's thankful they're not very tight, that his coat is long. Well, if Danny doesn't immediately start something when he arrives, Alex certainly will. He'd never have thought that a month ago, but they've grown closer since then, and he feels confident initiating, at least sometimes.

There is another catch of his breath when Danny continues, every filthy word going straight to his cock now. He imagines how it'll feel to kiss Danny back, how much desire he'll put into it, while his hands grip at the other man's hips, fingers digging in in his excitement.

The rest of what Danny describes actually does pull a soft, quiet sound from his lips, something he hasn't quite got a name for, something between a gasp and a groan, perhaps. Because Alex has come to love having Danny's fingers in him, too, even when it's not a sweet prelude to the exquisite feel of Danny's cock pushing into him. It's always wonderful in and of itself, and he can't believe he's so wound up here on the street, nearly bumping into a passerby because he's that distracted, all from words about Danny doing something to him he's not experienced before. Denial sounds like a wonderful thing, if Danny's reactions to it during their brief experimentation were anything to go by.]


Danny... [He breathes out the name, as if he's tasting it, all his eagerness so evident. He forgets he;s in public for a moment, too, but catches himself a second later, is glad there's not anyone on the sidewalk near him now.] What will you do next?

[His cock is near fully erect in the confines of his pants now. He thinks, momentarily, about stopping to button up his coat, but that would waste time, as he's only ten minutes away now. Just ten minutes. He pulls his coat closed as much as he can manage with one hand, looking forward, impatient for both the moment when he sees Danny's building and what words will be spoken next through the phone.]
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[personal profile] foolishnotion 2016-01-14 10:12 pm (UTC)(link)
[Somehow Alex manages not to make a sound in response to Danny's groan, but he can't help the soft, wanton noise that does escape him as the utterly filthy words continue. There's only a second of confusion about what Danny means when he says he's going to put his mouth on him, but Alex puts the two together fairly quickly. And that's... well... He'd not been so idle when it came to these things, not since he and Danny began dating; he'd taken a couple of opportunities to go online and learn. He was, after all, all about education, and he didn't want to be passive in this, he wanted to be able to come to Danny and ask for things they'd never tried or talked about. And rimming was one of those things, even if Danny was the one to bring it up, and in the most arousing way possible, too. He'd been unsure of it at first, when he read about it, but hearing it described like that, remembering all the insistence he'd found on how good it felt, he wanted to try it, even if he was still a bit sceptical.

Alex doesn't let these contemplations distract him much, though, as he easily picks up the internal countdown in his head: Five minutes now. Danny's building grows larger as he crosses the road, averting his gaze when he passes a couple on the sidewalk, sure his face is flushed as he listens to more of those filthy words. Again he lets himself imagine it, and this time Danny's lack of description about a position leads to him picturing being fucked against the wall, or perhaps bent over that small dresser in Danny's bedroom, or even somewhere in the kitchen or the hallway right by the entrance to the apartment. He can see himself begging, doing all the things Danny's described, and not just because he knows his lover's going to get off on that, but because Alex wants it, too, wants to be taken apart, pushed to the edge and held back, to learn exactly what that's going to feel like, and he hopes it's as good as he wants it to be.

Two minutes.

He breathes out slowly when he hears just how wrecked Danny's voice sounds, and he has to wonder once more if the other man has already undone his pants and begun stroking his cock in anticipation, he was probably already hard and wanting if the sound of his voice was anything to go by. Either way, Alex knows that if he were somewhere out of the public eye, somewhere safe and private, he probably wouldn't be able to resist the urge to touch himself, an urge he's given into many a time when he was home alone in his bed or showering after he'd gone for a run, always finding release to thoughts of Danny and the things they'd done, or things he wanted to do. Alex had never known, not until they met, that he could be so lustful, could want and need another person as much as he needed air.

Seeking to tease Danny a bit, because Alex knows he likes that, he is silent for the whole of that remaining minute and thirty seconds, not answering the question, just breathing softly into the phone and trying to remain composed, to keep from running the short distance to the door that grows larger before him. Those last few seconds before he reaches it almost feel like forever, his mind awash with the anticipation of feeling Danny's lithe body pressed against his own, getting to taste his mouth after what felt like too long.

Finally, finally he reaches the door to the apartment building, pushing it open as he speaks:]
I'm here. [He pulls the phone slightly from his ear just to give Danny the chance to hear him coming up the stairs, which he can't help but take two at a time now. He has the key he was given in his hand as he reaches the door to the flat, shoving it in the lock and pushing it open. He barely remembers to pull it back out again, to close the door, or to hang up his phone and drop it into his pocket because Danny's already there, waiting for him in the hall.

Alex doesn't even take off his shoes or his coat, and the key slips from his hand as he strides across the short distance between, hands coming to rest on Danny's hips to pull him in as Alex captures his mouth in a filthy, open mouthed kiss. He can't help but rock his hips forward either, achingly hard cock pushing against Danny's like he wants nothing more than to stand here in the hallway and move against him like this until they both come in their pants.]
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no how dare you

[personal profile] foolishnotion 2016-01-16 07:46 am (UTC)(link)
[Perhaps, judging by that gasp, Danny is surprised at this, that he'd brought Alex to this, done this to him. Alex is a bit surprised at himself, too, as his kisses Danny hard, tongue pushing into his mouth, a low groan escaping him in response to that gasp from Danny's lips. He never thought, never saw himself behaving like this, but Danny clearly loves every second of it.

Fuck me, Alex. Fuck me.

Oh. He stares at him, something clicking in his mind. That would be so... He hasn't even got a word for it. he remembers how amazing it feels to be fucked, to be so full, to have Danny pushing into him, and now he's being asked to give that, to do that, and the mere notion of it sends a surge of want right through him. There's no disguising it either, the hunger must be all over his face.

He's still thinking about how utterly exquisite that's going to be, even as he gets back to the kissing, when Danny pulls him to the wall. Such a good idea, yes, he immediately gets the message, shoving him back against it, hands still planted firmly on his hips, fingers digging in as he resumes the kissing for a moment, hips pushing forward. He moaned at the contact, a soft sound leaving him every time he felt his cock push against Danny's. Such a shame for the clothing in the way, but he didn't want to stop in order to remove it.

His lips kiss over Danny's cheek, then find his ear, and he whispers roughly:]
Say it again.

[He's getting close, he can feel it, a few more minutes and he'll be coming, he's sure. He groans softly, head bowed, kissing Danny's neck now. He wants to hear him say those words again, maybe say more than that. Danny has never asked for this before and now Alex wants to give it to him, the moment he is able to.]
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[personal profile] foolishnotion 2016-01-21 07:03 pm (UTC)(link)
[He'd asked Danny to say it again, and he ought to have known he'd get more than just the initial words. Perhaps he had, unconsciously, hoped Danny might say more filthy things, the effect it had on him was exquisite, like it unlocked something inside him, some desperate want. He's still rocking against him, cock hard to the point of aching now. He grips at Danny's thigh with his right hand, pulling it upward, wanting Danny to wrap his leg around him. The motion itself produces even greater friction, their hips grinding together. It has Alex wondering how it would feel to have his cock pressed against Danny's without the clothing in the way.

He moans, the sound muffled against Danny's neck as he kisses him there, even bites a little, too, eager to respond to the rough way Danny is holding onto him, to give something back to that.

Of course Danny's words stoke the fires of his imagination, just like they'd done earlier, like they always did. He doesn't just want to fuck him now, but to press slick fingers inside him, not just to open him up, even if that could be the intended purpose. No, he remembers how good fingering alone can feel, how amazing it is when Danny finds that one spot within him and presses against it over and over again, as well as the number of times he'd come just from that, almost always without meaning to. Not that Danny ever judged him for it, of course. And now Alex wants to try that himself, to make Danny come undone like that, with nothing more than three fingers buried inside, stretching him out and making him feel so, so good.

The movement of his hips grows more frantic now, and he's close, so close, feels like he's just at the edge of that cliff, his whole body warm and every nerve alight. He pulls his mouth back, moans softly again, then whispers, his voice wrecked in response to Danny's words:]
Yes, Danny-- [He will fuck him, he absolutely intends to, might've even said so if he was more coherent.

His lips slide up along Danny's neck, then over his jaw, seeking out and finding his mouth. Alex kisses him hard, like he wants nothing else in the world. He can't be sure if it's the thoughts Danny's words have brought on, the way Danny feels against him--solid and warm and so very eager, his cock hard against Alex's--or how he tastes, but it doesn't matter because soon enough Alex is coming, his loud moan made quieter against his lover's mouth until he pulls away, somehow finding the restraint to silence himself.

He knows he'll be more aware of how uncomfortable and sticky his pants are soon, once the initial wave of euphoria settles, but for now he is far more interested in watching Danny than worrying about that.]
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[personal profile] foolishnotion 2016-02-03 11:46 pm (UTC)(link)
[Any time he makes Danny come, or does anything to even indirectly contribute to it, Alex cannot help but feel a sense of pride about it. It's really so much like the first time he did it, all those months ago, when he'd taken Danny's cock in his hand and pulled the most beautiful reactions out of him, each one bringing some thought of how he was responsible for it, he'd made this person he loves feel so damn good. Sometimes that, coupled with the physical sensation of Danny touching him, or being inside him, or using his mouth, was enough to make him come.

This time Danny's orgasm is just as sweet, just as amazing as every other time, and Alex gladly parts his lips, gladly kisses him, opens up for him, gives him everything he has to aid in that sweet release, the one they reach together this time. He doesn't resist the hands pulling at his shirt either, almost regrets not taking it and their pants off before he'd given in and taken Danny in his arms.

When it's finally over, he watches Danny, smiles at him, his own breathes coming quickly, too. He doesn't speak until he feels like his voice will be steadier:]
I'd like that. [A pause, then:] What you said earlier, all those things, will you do them, exactly as you described? [Because he would most certainly like that.

Alex's grip on him tightens then, holding him up. He feels just a little wobbly himself, enough that he has to lean against Danny, and the wall, but not too much, not enough for discomfort. He doesn't mind at all, the two of them pressed together like this.]


Then I won't let go. [He brushes their lips together now, stopping only to add:] I love you. [He kisses him again, all lazy and relaxed. He thinks he could've stayed there like this for a while, just exchanging kisses until they both either found a more comfortable surface or sank to the floor.

Except the stickiness of his pants is not remotely comfortable. He can only ignore it for so long until he pulls back, glancing down between them, smiling again.]
We should shower. [Yes. "We." He might think something would happen during it, if they both didn't need time to rest. But then, the intimacy of it will be quite nice regardless.]
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[personal profile] foolishnotion 2016-04-02 06:54 pm (UTC)(link)
[He had nearly done it, nearly finished it, it was about 99% completely.

The final 1% was just a few little finishing touches he wanted to add to improve things. He'd also completely finished the viruses he intended to use to cover his escape, though he knew that such things wouldn't stand up for very long to the hackers MI6 employed, much less the security systems that even Alex, for all his brilliance, wouldn't have been able to bypass had he not been working there. But nonetheless this whole business should hopefully be finished soon. And though he'd hardly doubted himself it was still surprising to him that he'd made it this far without getting caught. Of course, if he didn't get out of London soon that would change.

He couldn't leave without Danny. But that also meant possibly telling Danny the truth, unless Alex simply asked him if they could go away for the weekend. Maybe that would work, maybe it would allow him to put off what was likely inevitable. Because regardless of Danny's continued defiance of his expectations, the admission that Alex had lied about his parents, about his job, and the danger he'd put Danny in just by being with him... Surely those things wouldn't be so easily cast aside as the other things had been. Surely Danny would want to leave when the truth came out.

Things hadn't been so good between them lately anyway, much as Alex tried to deny this to himself, probably because it was his fault. He'd been working more, or he'd told Danny that anyway, when he'd really been taking time to finish this thing he'd started that would set him free. He'd been more secretive, too, sometimes going one or two days at a time without contacting Danny at all. There'd been less time spent together, less sex, less talking, and as necessary as it all was, he'd never felt more guilty about all of it than he did right now. In some ways he felt like he was standing before a bridge and soon he would cross it and leave this life behind, but he may be doing it alone. He hated the thought, but there was no other way, and if he'd done nothing then they would've forced him to end things with Danny anyway, forced him to leave London and he'd've gone right back to being alone, going through the motions of a solitary, miserable existence that he'd become complacent in before.

He'd agreed to meet with Danny tonight, though; Alex missed spending time with him, wanted to have a few hours of freedom before he finally set everything in motion. He wasn't sure exactly where they'd be going, but Danny would be texting him the address shortly. Hopefully tonight wouldn't be the end of things, though he had a sense of foreboding that maybe, perhaps, it would be.]
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[personal profile] foolishnotion 2016-04-12 09:59 pm (UTC)(link)
[It's an odd meeting place, to be sure, one he doesn't expect, but finding himself back on this bridge actually feels a bit nostalgic. That is not a feeling Alex has had a lot of experience with until recently. Not many things in his life to really feel like that about, save for a few stolen moments with his real mother, tainted though they are by other memories of Frances and that house.

This place also feels safe, perhaps even from them. It felt a little like that before he met Danny, too, when his morning jogs always brought him here, but that morning all those months ago when he he'd met the distressed, dark haired young man who most certainly had not been fine despite insisting otherwise, that made this place special, untouchable.

He notices how Danny doesn't look at him when he arrives, which is so different from usual. That alone makes Alex want to go to him, to touch him, to offer a and, but all he does is get closer, enough to stand beside him on the sidewalk, facing the water. He doesn't want to be distant, but he can already tell by the way Danny says his name that he was right, that there is something wrong.

And then there it is. We need to talk. The words feel so much like Danny's declaration that he ought to see other people, an incident that seems like months ago now. Much longer before that, too, before Danny, Alex remembers overhearing a talk between two of his coworkers at the office, a couple of more relaxed technicians. One of them went on about how his lady friend had texted him with a 'we need to talk' and the other had frowned and gone on to express how this was not a good thing at all. Alex had paid it little mind at the time, or tried to, as it only served to make him more aware of how alone he was.

But now, here, Danny is saying it. Is this it, he wonders, is this the end? His mouth opens momentarily to speak before he closes it again. He could say he's sorry, could ask Danny if he wants to leave, or promise things will be better or--

No. He closes his mouth, gives a nod, and just decides to wait for Danny to speak. The repeated text messages, toneless or not, and this choice of meeting place is enough for him to know that Danny must very badly want to say whatever it is he's going to, perhaps he's wanted to ever since this distance between them began. Alex could probably do more, perhaps, but waiting for Danny to talk seemed like the best option. Danny always seemed to take his silence as an assent to keep talking anyway, which it typically was. He liked to hear him talk.

Now he found himself dreading it in a way he hadn't since the start of their relationship.]