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Prompt: Jon/Danny, walked in on
Date: 2021-04-01 04:39 pm (UTC)Then Tim walks in on them. The “your fucking My BOSS??” conversation happens.
+Jon and Danny get to have some fun before Tim interrupts
++Jon has a completely different style outside the institute- part of why Tim never made the connection
+++Tim is under the impression that Jon is older than him and This is how it comes out that Jon is actually younger then him
DNW: any sibling incest
Re: Prompt: Jon/Danny, walked in on
Date: 2021-04-12 07:04 am (UTC)Fill: Jon/Danny, walked in on 1/2
Date: 2021-07-27 05:14 am (UTC)Danny shrugged. “He works stupid hours and is kind of a homebody. I’ve talked him into going out once, and he clearly hated every minute.”
“Doesn’t really sound like your type,” Tim said, trying to sound casual and, if Danny’s side-eye was any indication, failing. He shot his brother an apologetic smile. It wasn’t his fault he was overprotective after Danny’s near-miss in 2013. Tim didn’t even want to think about what would have happened if he’d let Danny return to the Royal Opera House. As it was, it had taken weeks for Danny to fully recover. Tim might be hyperaware of anything Danny did that seemed out of character, but he’d thought Danny was being more careful too. This new guy seemed suspicious.
Danny took a swig of his beer without responding to Tim’s comment or smile. Tim lifted his own bottle to his mouth, trying to think of something to diffuse the situation, when Danny said, “the sex is good enough that he’s worth it.”
Tim spat beer all over the table, and Danny burst into laughter.
“I do not want to hear about my little brother’s sex life!” Tim protested. “At least not without some warning.”
“Nah, it was funnier doing it this way,” Danny said, leaning back. “He’s just an introvert, Tim, not a plastic not-person.”
“Plastic not-people aren’t the only threats,” Tim said.
Danny shrugged. “Yeah, sure, but what’re the odds that I’d be targeted by two separate things?”
Tim relaxed a little. “Fair enough. I don’t think there are any statements of people that involve two different kind of fucked-up-ness. Unless they’re, like, fighting each other or working together.”
“Really?”
“Yeah. There’s one about a spider table that apparently holds a bodysnatcher. And a pair of moving men that cart around a coffin that, like, eats people. And then there’s Gerard Keay.”
“Your job is so weird.”
Tim raised his bottle to that, and Danny obligingly clinked it. “Speaking of, what are you doing this week?”
“Ha ha. Marilynn is pressuring me to join Equity again.”
“She’s right. You’re twenty eight. It’s time to start settling down.”
Danny made a face. “You sound like mum.”
“And every other reasonable person in your life.”
“Reasonable? You’re the one who left his promising career to go slum as a researcher at the Magnus Institute.”
“Yeah. Mum had more than a little to say about that as well.”
Danny sighed. “It’s been over two years. If there was something about the circus in those Archives of yours, you would have found it by now.”
“You’re overestimating how well-organized they are. And underestimating how anal my boss is. We could be recording and filing everything, getting things into order, but no, he has to have us research every loose end so he can justify his supercilious incredulity.”
“Sure. But did he just use the term supercilious incredulity?” Danny asked. Tim smacked his shoulder with a casual backhand. “Sorry. He sounds like a pain.”
Tim shrugged and finished his beer. “Nah, he’s fine. A bit of a prat and shit at management, but he works himself twice as hard as he works any of us. He was in research with me before, you know? He was always kind of… intense, but he used to be able to relax a little.”
“Eh. Have you told him?”
“About the circus? Hell, no! Without literal tangible proof, he would tear me apart. I don’t want to hear him go on about ‘shared delusions’ and ‘mental illnesses tend to run in families, Tim’. It’s bad enough hearing him eviscerate other people, I have no desire to turn that dagger towards my chest.”
“God, you’re overdramatic,” Danny said.
“You don’t know him,” Tim shot back. “Anyway, it’s not like you’re running around telling people.”
“No, because I don’t work with people whose job is looking into things like this and who have access to a library and personal accounts of potential other victims.” Danny finished his beer off and grabbed Tim’s empty bottle. “Also, I’ve never dated anyone more than a couple of weeks since then, and it’s not exactly third-date conversation material.”
Tim frowned in thought. “Wait. How long have you been with your new guy?”
“…’bout two weeks.” Daniel muttered, tossing the bottles into the recycling.
“Danny. Daniel. Dan-i-el Stoker. Is this your longest relationship since–”
“Yes! Yes, alright? I like him.” Danny didn’t turn around from the bin. “He’s really funny and grumpy in an adorable way and he always looks like he needs a nap or a hug, and the way he melts when you let him lean against you…”
Tim felt faintly ashamed, as if he’d teased this genuine confession from his brother unfairly. “Hey, no, it’s good. It’s great. I’m glad you’re connecting with this guy, I just… I worry.”
Yeah,” Danny said, sounding defeated. “I get it. I do. I messed up and now everything seems like a potential threat.”
Tim didn’t say that, from what he’d learned from the statements, once these things got your scent they seemed to kept trying until they got you. He’d learned that in research, before ever delving into the mess that was the Archives, and it had only fuelled his desire to find answers to protect his brother. It really was too bad that Jon’s obsession with busywork and follow-up constantly interfered with that. “I’d feel better if I knew what the threats looked like, but. Yeah. Everything is a potential threat.”
“Fine.”
“Fine.”
There was a moment of silence.
“So when am I meeting your beau?”
“So you can grill him about being a spooky clown?”
Tim snorted. “No, so I can grill him until I’m sure he’s not a spooky clown. C’mon, Danny, have I ever given any of your special little friends a hard time?”
“…you’ve been pretty good for a nerdy older brother,” Danny conceded. “I’ll ask him next time I see him.”
“You don’t know when you’re seeing him again?” Tim demanded. “It’s Saturday! What’s wrong with this evening?”
Danny looked sheepish. “He’s, uh. Working.”
“Saturday.”
“Yeah.”
“Saturday evening.”
“…yup.”
“Please tell me he’s a nurse or something.”
“Nope.”
Tim raised an eyebrow. “Tell me one thing about this nerd, other than the sex, that makes him worthwhile.”
Danny shrugged, smiling helplessly, looking like a movie star shooting a vulnerable scene. “He makes me laugh.”
Fill: Jon/Danny, walked in on 2/2
Date: 2021-07-27 05:14 am (UTC)One of the consequences of that was that occasionally Danny would leave things at Tim’s, usually things he’d pick up the next day but occasionally more important things. Like his phone.
If it had been anything else, Tim might have called Danny and asked him to meet up somewhere. But calling him was rather useless when his phone was in Tim’s hand.
At least it was Sunday morning. Danny wasn’t likely to be doing anything but sleeping. Tim mentally moved his morning plans of visiting the gym to later and headed over to Danny’s.
The flat that Danny had rented this time was in a reasonable part of London, but made up for it by being incredibly small and fifteen storeys up with a rickety elevator. Tim’s mind was completely on where they’d go for breakfast (because there was no chance he was staying here) when he opened the door to Danny’s flat.
The fact that it had been left unlocked should have alarmed Tim. Danny really had been careful since 2013, and leaving his door unlocked wasn’t being careful. The second hint that something wasn’t quite right were the clothes on the floor. They weren’t Danny’s – Danny dressed for comfort, looking just as good in jeans and a t-shirt as most men looked dolled up. He’d never owned a pair of fishnet stockings or black leather shorts or an artfully-torn purple shirt with lace around the v-neck. Tim nudged the shorts and tried to visualize the person thin enough to fit in them.
Then he heard the noises coming from Danny’s room. However small Danny’s friend might be, it sounded like he was big enough to take Danny’s cock.
Tim had been popular in school, and Danny had complained when he brought people home before their parents got back from work. True, it wasn’t long before Danny was bringing home people himself, but Danny used to whine about how embarrassing it was to hear Tim going at it. Tim hadn’t felt similarly until now, having essentially broken into his brother’s flat just in time to hear how good Danny was at pleasing Mr. Fishnet Stockings and how good Mr. Fishnet Stockings apparently looked while Tim’s brother railed him.
Tim sat down on the loveseat that was the closest thing to a couch the flat could fit and waited for them to finish.
And waited.
And waited.
Tim mentally awarded them both top marks for stamina as Mr. Fishnet Stockings finally wailed like he was being murdered and Danny groaned out an appreciative Fuck, yes and the squeak of bedsprings and cheap wood came to an abrupt halt. There was an appropriate amount of silence after such an extended bout of physical activity, before Tim heard a few softer, almost gentle bedspring squeaks and the door to Danny’s room opened.
It was good that it was Danny who walked out, Tim decided, no matter how curious he was about what Mr. Fishnet Stockings looked like without his fishnet stockings. “Hey.”
Danny jumped, yelped, and darted back into the room to have a very hushed, very hissy, very panicked (from what Tim could make out) conversation.
Well. That was a bit. Much. “You left your mobile at mine,” Tim called. “I’d’ve called ahead, but…” He snickered – it wasn’t any less funny the second time.
More hushed, quick conversation. Then Danny walked out, wearing light grey polyester gym shorts and looking unfairly good, and still quite rumpled. Tim resisted the impulse to poke his brother’s blushing cheek. “I can leave if you’re too embarrassed to introduce your 2-week-old beau to your brother,” Tim said. “Or… is that not your he-makes-me-laugh in there?”
“No, that’s him,” Danny said. “And I told you, he’s a homebody. He didn’t exactly come over last night expecting a family visit this morning.”
“Better me than mum or dad,” Tim said. Danny grunted in agreement. “Look, I already know what he sounds like when he’s coming his brains out, there’s no way around that. I don’t see how watching him drink coffee is any more intimate.”
Danny gave his put-upon little brother sigh. “You promise you’ll be on you best behaviour.”
“Danny,” Tim said, honestly affronted. “Have I ever embarrassed you in front of anyone. Ever.”
“Mary Lorens.”
“I was fifteen!”
“I was twelve. And yet…”
“Fine. I promise not to make fart noises every time Mr. Fishnet Stockings speaks.”
“Mr. Fishnet…” Danny looked exasperated, like Tim was the younger brother, and he the long-tormented elder. Alright, so maybe Tim could stand to be a little more mature about the whole thing.
“No politics, religion, finances, or talk about my creepy job,” Tim said. “Promise. I’ll even get coffee started.”
Danny still looked uncertain, but he nodded. “Okay. I’ll go get him. Just remember. Best behaviour.”
“I’ll stop just short of charming him away from you,” Tim promised. Danny cheerfully waved his index and middle finger at Tim as he returned to his bedroom.
True to his word, Tim started the coffee. He knew how Danny took it, but Mr. Fishnet Stockings’s tastes were more mysterious. Tim brought out three out of Danny’s four mugs and set sugar and milk out on the counter while he waited for the coffee to percolate. It was done before Danny and his paramour were, and Tim prepared his drink while waiting. He had just about resigned himself to leaving without seeing Danny’s new special friend, when the bedroom door opened.
Tim swapped the mug into his left hand and headed towards the bedroom, smile on his face and right hand extended in a welcoming gesture as Danny stepped out of the room and to the side. “Tim this is–”
“Jon!”
“Tim?”
Jon looked… different, was the best word, Tim supposed. His clothes (his clothes? The leather and fishnet and lace?) were strewn all over the floor, so he was in one of Danny’s t-shirts and shorts and looked like a forty-year old wearing overly large gym wear. Oh god. Danny was dating a middle-aged man who, (well, again, fishnet) was apparently going through a mid-life crisis. Tim wondered when their life had become a cliché.
Danny looked rapidly between them. “You two know each other?”
Tim recovered first, which he mentally ticked off in the ‘win’ column. “He’s my boss. At the Magnus Institute. Jon fucking Sims.” Tim felt a giggle bubble up in his chest as Danny’s eyes widened. “You’re fucking Jon Sims. Danny, you’re fucking my boss.” Each sentence was in a higher-pitched, more panicky tone of voice, and Tim knew he sounded hysterical. What he really was was incredibly amused and about to burst into laughter. “You’re fucking my boss!”
Oh god. He knew exactly how Jon sounded during a mind-blowing orgasm.
Monday would be interesting.
Jon, meanwhile, had finally recovered enough that the pallor of his face had darkened into a blush and his dumbfounded expression settled into a glare. “I think that’s enough, Tim.”
“That’s what you sound like at work,” Tim wheezed out, barely holding it together. “All ‘Martin that’s not where that goes’ and ‘Tim, stop messing about’. Did you pick up Danny sounding like that?” Okay, so Tim had well and truly broken his promise and Danny was going to take it out of his hide, but this was too much. “Do you spend all day pooh-poohing our statements, then hitting on younger guys?”
“Younger?” Danny said. “Tim, we had a class together in Uni.” Tim frowned. Jon had joined the Magnus Institute a few years before Tim had, and Danny had been in and out of University taking classes here or there since he was nineteen. But Jon just had the one degree and wouldn’t have taken more than three or four years to get it. “I’m pretty sure I told you about him.”
“I’m pretty sure you didn’t,” Tim said.
“Nah, he was… remember Goergie Barker?”
Tim did, faintly. She was someone Danny had admired for being cool, despite her drippy boyfriend. “No…”
“Yeah, she and Jon were an item.”
Georgie was Danny’s age, as Tim recalled. “So you’ve been hitting on younger people for a while now, Jon?”
Jon frowned. “How old do you think I am, Tim?”
“Thir… Ffffour…” Tim felt his eyes narrow as Jon’s expression softened with amusement. He felt like he was no longer in control of this conversation in any measure. “There’s no way you’re in your twenties.”
“Tim,” Danny said. “He’s my age.”
Tim blinked and looked at Jon in an entirely new light. “You’re twenty eight?”
“…almost,” Jon admitted.
“Twenty seven?”
If Jon had been in his usual stuffy academic suits, maybe the way he puffed up defensively, scowling at Tim as if Tim had misfiled something, wouldn’t have been so very adorable. But he was in Danny’s clothes and a head shorter than anyone else in the room and somehow knowing that Jon was three years younger than him had Tim seeing him in a completely different light.
It was a good thing Jon’s cheeks were too thin to be pinchable.
“You are not to tell Martin or Sasha any of this.”
“Which part?” Tim said without thinking. “Your age or the fact that you’re a screamer?”
Too late, Danny slammed his hand (just a little too hard, in Tim’s opinion) over Tim’s mouth. “Tim!”
Jon burst out laughing.
“I – I’m sorry,” he gasped out. “It just suddenly hit me how ridiculous this is.” Laughter looked good on him. So did the smile on his face when he kissed Danny’s cheek and tugged his arm down from Tim’s face. “Let’s start again. Danny, would you introduce us?”
Danny smiled back, and Tim ached at the gentle happiness on his brother’s face as he wrapped his arm around Jon’s waist. “Jon, this is my brother, Tim. Tim, this is my boyfriend, Jon.”
Jon turned his little smile on Tim. “Thank you for making coffee.”
“My pleasure,” Tim said gallantly. He could be nice. “I know my brother can be a handful, so it’s the least I can do.”
They ordered breakfast in, despite Tim’s resolution of not staying in his brother’s cramped flat a moment longer than necessary. Jon had to sit on Danny’s lap (…had to) to make room. It wasn’t as awkward as it could have been, until something clicked in Tim’s mind and he waited for a natural lull in the conversation.
“Hey, Jon? Just off the top of your head, know anything about circuses?”
Normally, that would have been enough to start Jon on some kind of esoteric rant, but Tim apparently wasn’t as subtle as he thought he was, or Danny tensed against Jon and gave it away. Jon looked between them. “It’s not a particular interest of mine. Why?”
Danny took a deep breath. “About two years ago…”
Tim couldn’t be sure, maybe he was just used to the things, and it was a phantom sound, an everyday memory.
But he felt like he heard a tape recorder start recording as Danny spoke.
Re: Fill: Jon/Danny, walked in on 2/2
Date: 2021-07-27 11:14 am (UTC)Re: Fill: Jon/Danny, walked in on 2/2
Date: 2021-07-29 03:06 am (UTC)Re: Fill: Jon/Danny, walked in on 2/2
Date: 2021-07-28 05:05 pm (UTC)You hit on absolutely everything I wanted and it’s excellent. Mr. Fishnet Stockings… I was crying over that. And Tim’s little “points for stamina”. (I’m picturing Tim remembering Danny saying that the sex was excellent and having to contend with the fact that Jon is Great At Sex)
Also Tim and Danny’s relationship was so good. They care about each other so much, but will also make fun of each other to the ends of the earth. The true sibling relationship.
Tims immediate switch to “Jon is baby” is also hilarious.
The end with them reintroducing themselves was so cute, and Tim finally trusting Jon enough to talk about the circus really got me.
Anyway I love this fill thank you so much for writing it!
Re: Fill: Jon/Danny, walked in on 2/2
Date: 2021-07-28 09:45 pm (UTC)Re: Fill: Jon/Danny, walked in on 2/2
Date: 2021-07-29 03:15 am (UTC)Re: Fill: Jon/Danny, walked in on 2/2
Date: 2021-07-29 03:13 am (UTC)Tim does let it slip that Jon's not even thirty yet in the office, and Martin kind of slumps in disappointment. Of course, Jon still rocks the older man aesthetic, so his crush lives on.
Tim would kill for Danny. He would die for Danny. More than that, he would expose his vulnerability to his callous boss for Danny. Jon, meanwhile, is 100% on the vengeance-seeking train now.
Thanks!