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[prince_of_nymphs]

 The hardest part was keeping the lies straight.

"I thought you were only having one of your eyes done?"

"I did, the other I had done abroad- It was a spur of the moment choice..."

"Your so pale now..."

"The medication, it doesn't sit well with me."

"You're so thin!"

"No appetite. It'll get better though, I'm sure."

He'd anticipated that though. He'd known he'd need to lie and fib left and right, until people just accepted he could see again- And that perhaps he was still a touch unwell. What he hadn't anticipated, however, was the resentment that many of his old friends seemed to  suddenly feel towards him. It was one thing when Fin was a rising star- But pitiable because of his disability. Now, however... Now he was already receiving television and film offers left and right, and that... That apparently upset a few people.

He'd been leaving one of his favourite coffee shops when he nearly walked right into Phil. A man he'd worked with many times in small productions. A good actor, but older- Perhaps past his prime in the eyes of many.

"Oh! Phil, how brilliant to see you," Fin had smiled, offering his hand, and looking puzzled when it wasn't taken.

"Brilliant is it?" Phil replied, raising a brow and ignoring the offered hand. "So posh sounding these days, Fin. I don't remember you being posh- Not when you were sleeping on the streets, begging for parts. ...Wouldn't know you were dragged up in Manchester with that posh voice you put on."

Fin's smile faded slightly, and he forced an uncomfortable laugh. "Bad habit, I suppose," he said awkwardly.

"Not a habit," Phil assured him. "Just as fake as the rest of you, that's all."

Fin's smile faded completely then, aware that people were staring now. "Right," he said awkwardly. "Well, I should... I should be off."

Phil smiled then, a vicious smile. "I suppose so. That casting couch wont get warmed without you. ...Catch something, have you?" he added, looking Fin over with a sneer. "Should be a bit more cautious, Fin. ...Or is it Finlay now?"

Fin didn't answer that, he simply turned away trying to hide the embarrassment he felt as he started walking and brushed off a young woman who tried to stop him for a selfie.

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[just_hex]

"We could make it a show and tell," he winked cheekily. "Not the toys, I can do that meself sooner. No, we could do some kind of Christmas wrapping theme thing and tie you up a bit, yeah?"

[prince_of_nymphs]

"What, with like ribbons?" Fin asked curiously. "I'll have to check with Stanley that it's alright- He's gotten a bit protective of my image lately- But I suppose that could be fun."

Though when he thought of being tied up by Hex, he didn't think of ribbons. ...Not that he thought of that sort of thing.

...Much.

[just_hex]

"Nah, mate, I was thinking like red and green rope...silver chains. That sort of thing. ANd anyways, this time of year even the adult shops get in the spirit and have holiday gear. We could have fun<' he grinned.

[prince_of_nymphs]

Fin looked bashful again, tucking his hair back behind his ears and nodding a little.

"Sounds elaborate. Does that sort of thing take very long?" he asked curiously.

[just_hex]

"It'll take all day, but the show will only be fifteen minutes, same as usual," he shrugged. "I've got Mondays off now specifically for the show."

[prince_of_nymphs]

"I'll clear it with Stanley, make sure I've got a Monday free then," Fin replied, nodding thoughtfully.

"He'll insist I remain dressed," he warned in advance. "He's very pleased with the series, I know he is, but I know he thinks I ought to be focusing on bigger things. Branding, and all that."

[just_hex]

"It's alright, Fin. Might get a ball gag in your mouth, but Mike is the sub Stanley hired for me. He tested well in focus groups," he replied, unaware of what an unusual conversation this was.

[prince_of_nymphs]

"A... Yes, right, gag, um..." Fin stumbled a bit over his words, his mind fumbling with the idea of being gagged at all, and then the idea that Hex had someone on staff who did that sort of thing all the time.

"Never been gagged with a ball," he admitted. "It's not going to hurt, is it?"

[just_hex]

"Nah, it doesn't hurt. It'll be fun. Or you can play with it on your own. To preserve your brand and all," he said.

The tea WAS cold by the time they got to it and Hex took his cup and dumped it down the drain to make fresh.

"You asked earlier and I didn't know how to bring it up, I still sort of don't, but...I've been going to meetings with a friend who's having a hard time right now with craving drugs. I only tell you because of the brand thing. That might be a reason for us to, I don't know, not see each other often?"

[prince_of_nymphs]

"Trust me, the fact that you're handling your addiction sensibly isn't going to reflect poorly on anyone, least of all me," Fin promised. "Besides, Stanley's embraced the whole gay thing. The fact that you're clean and sober is likely a check in the good column for us both. Though he has warned me that people might start to assume we're an item."

[just_hex]

"Maybe I should go on the pull if any paps start in on me instead of you," he said, laughing at that because it was hardly likely he'd ever be famous like Fin.

[prince_of_nymphs]

Smiling at that, Fin laughed softly.

"I hope you never have to deal with them, mate. They're vultures."

[just_hex]

"I know. Whenever we're together they're around. Across the street, sometimes right up on you. I don't know how you take it," he replied softly.

[prince_of_nymphs]

"You adapt," Fin smiled, shaking his head and gently nudging Hex's foot playfully with his own. "They're not here now though. I like that. I treasure privacy more than I ever did before."

[just_hex]

Hex pushed back with his foot, grinning a little at the play.

"Is that why I can hardly ever find you? Running off to private places when you're not at work?"

[prince_of_nymphs]

"Probably," Fin grinned, nudging Hex's foot a bit harder.

"Though you've got my number, you can always just ring me."

[just_hex]

Hex pushed back, a little harder. Just to be a shit.

"You could ring me, too, twat," he laughed.

[prince_of_nymphs]

"Oi!" Fin laughed, reaching over and giving Hex's arm a smack. "Wanker."

[just_hex]

Hex had once been a terrible bully and it was nothing to snatch hold of Fin's slender body and get him in a headlock. He barely put on any pressure but he could swear he felt bone and tendon snap and slide and stretch. He instantly let go.

[prince_of_nymphs]

Hex hadn't broken anything, though his shoulder did hurt- A strange contrast to the rush of arousal he'd felt at the same time.

He laughed nervously, a touch breathless, rolling his shoulder and squirming as whatever had been damaged healed itself. It wasn't painful, not really, but it was still an odd feeling.

"It's alright," he said. "Fragile, yeah, but- It heals really fast. Broke my arm the other day walking into the door frame- It was healed in half an hour."

[just_hex]

He swallowed hard and looked just a bit terrified. "Oh my god," he said. I'm so sorry. I'm so glad you're not hurt. I thought..."

Then he moved in and in contrast to his horseplay he wrapped his arms around Fin and hugged him, holding him close and even then marveling at the chill and lack of pulse.

[prince_of_nymphs]

"No, no I'm fine. Honest. Please, don't- Don't start treating me like fine china or something, Hex. Please. I'm fine. I swear," Fin promised, not wanting anyone to think he was breakable.

[just_hex]

Hex...didn't let go. He should have. He knew he should, but Fin was solid and Hex could smell his shampoo and he was so cold and Hex only wanted to warm him up...

He did lean back just enough to see him.

"You're really alright?" he asked, his arms thick and strong as he held the smaller man.

[prince_of_nymphs]

"Yeah, I'm fine, I swear," Fin assured him, leaning in and kissing Hex's cheek- then pulling back when he realized maybe he was crossing a line.

Looking bashful, he pulled away, shivering again.

"Don't suppose you've got a space heater around here?" he asked. "Sorry, I just- Like I said, I get cold."

[just_hex]

"I can look in Spencer's room," Hex replied, unmoving. Unmoving until he leaned in to kiss Fin on the mouth, a soft kiss, seeking, asking, but definitely sure of what he was doing.