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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]

"Yeah, you go get my computer on. the passcode is 12321. Lazy," he said quietly. "I'll go look for a heater."

A moment's hesitation and then he went off to peek around in Spencer's vast room of a closet. He found a small ceramic heater on the shelf, still in its box.

"Found one," he called as he came to his room.

[prince_of_nymphs]

Fin was already settled on the bed, his shoes off and Hex's laptop on his knee. "Do you have them saved on here, or should I go to the site?" he asked.

[just_hex]

"They're all saved on the usb there. F drive, I think it's called. You'll find it. Or you can go to the site," he replied as he opened the box and got the heater ready.

[prince_of_nymphs]

Fin went to the drive, double clicking and smiling as the files all popped up.

"Which should we watch?" he asked. "Oh! I know!"

He clicked on the first one, one he knew they'd done together, and though it was hard to see himself blind and scarred, he smiled at the sight of them together.

"Ha, look at that. Weird seeing you in my room," he laughed.

[just_hex]

"Oh my god, I'm so awkward. I'm better now...pick one of the newer ones," he pleaded, but in truth it was nice to see he and Fin together, having fun Hex being too stiff. It was brilliant.

[prince_of_nymphs]

"No, it's good," Fin insisted. "We look sweet together."

He wriggled closer to the heater, then watched as Hex used a bit gag on him, and talked about safe words, the pair of them giggling like little boys on screen. ...Hex was good though, he was charismatic and fun. It was no surprise that the internet was smitten with him.

"Let's watch another. You pick this time," he smiled, settling in closer to Hex.

[just_hex]

"Let's watch one of the censored ones. They're funny because they bleep me and put the flag over graphic things so YouTube doesn't have fits," he said, clicking on one with Mike on his hands and knees with an odd black thing sticking out on either side of his thighs. Hex did 15 minutes on The Humbler which constricted the testicles and kept the sub from being in any position but on hands and knees. And it was quite educational, all while Hex got bleeped on any word he used other than testicles and Mike's balls were covered with a flag and at times his cock, too.

Hex couldn't help but laugh.

[prince_of_nymphs]

Fin was laughing at first but laughter faded into quiet curiosity.

"Do you really like that?" he asked as the video ended. "Do you really find it arousing?"

[just_hex]

"I really do. It's...exciting. But I don't have to have it. It's not like I can't get hard unless there's leather involved, yeah? I like to play. I like to snog just as much," he said.

[prince_of_nymphs]

"Exciting is nice though. I mean, maybe not that, but- The things you like, it's a bit thrilling, isn't it?" Fin asked.

[just_hex]

"It is. You should do what you like. What you really like. Hmm, maybe I should do a show about that, yeah? About turn ons. What turns you on?" he asked.

[prince_of_nymphs]

"Just being wanted," Fin said honestly. "Really wanted- Not just a bed warmer, but genuinely desired."

[just_hex]

"I can't imagine anyone not desiring you. Wanting to know you. Wanting to know every bit of you," Hex replied, his voice soft and low.

[prince_of_nymphs]

"You're really sweet, Hex. Trust me, it's not common," Fin laughed.

[just_hex]

"But you're riveting. I know for blokes like me it's all about the size of the cock and the shape of the arse. The guys I meet in clubs it's meant to be anonymous. But you don't do that. And even if I met you in a club I'd want to stay. I wouldn't shag you and go. I couldn't," he said, showing the terribly romantic streak he had in him for someone who was a relative player.

[prince_of_nymphs]

"That's probably more to do with us being friends," Fin pointed out gently.

[just_hex]

"Couldn't let you go from the moment I met you, Fin," Hex pointed out.

[prince_of_nymphs]

Looking bashful once more, Fin ducked his head and smiled softly. "I feel the same," he assured Hex. "I mean- Can't imagine us not being like this. Such good mates. ...Better than mates even."

[just_hex]

Hex met Fin's eyes for a long moment and he actually, for once, stopped to think things through.

"It...would it be completely odd if I kissed you again?" he asked, instead of just going for it.

[prince_of_nymphs]

Fin hesitated, but not because he didn't want to kiss Hex. Quite the opposite, actually. No, Fin was simply unsure that he should kiss Hex when he knew Hex was such a romantic- Because for him, this wasn't about romance. He loved Hex, but only as a friend. This, whatever was happening here, wasn't romance to him- It was lust.

"I don't think it would be odd," he promised. "I'd like that very much, actually. ...So long as you understand that- I am in love with Willy. Truly. I love you as well though, Hex. You're one of the best friends I've ever had."

[just_hex]

"I know you love Willy," he said. "There's no mistake about that. And you really are one of me best mates. Ever. You're solid, Fin."

The next video began playing and it was about cock rings- another funny one with lots of bleeps and flags- and Hex leaned in to Kiss Fin, gently pushing him down into the pillow.

[prince_of_nymphs]

Fin fell back against the pillow with grace, slim and icy fingers framing Hex's face as he returned the kiss easily.

[just_hex]

Hex's body was toned and firm, all muscle, little fat. He laid beside Fin rather than on him, but he did sling his leg over the man to keep him close.

"You're so cold," he said softly between kisses.

[prince_of_nymphs]

"Sorry," Fin apologized, squirming lightly and arching against him gently. "I don't ever really 'warm up' I'm afraid."

[just_hex]

"It's alright. It's interesting," Hex said, kissing him again, then kissing his way down his neck. "You smell...different. In fact, all I smell is your shampoo."

Hex breathed him in, right against his neck and all he could smell was soap.