Dan came home to two packed bags by the door. Opening one of them he saw one of his shirts folded neatly on the top. He zipped it up quietly and left the flat.
Three hours later he felt his he felt his mobile vibrate from his pocket. He took it out with a sigh and saw Jones' name lighting up the tiny screen. He opened the text.
R u cummin home r wat?
He put it back into his pocket without answering it. Twenty minutes later, Jones walked through the door and walked towards him.
"Did I do something?" he asked with his arms folded.
Dan snorted into his pint.
"I might ask you the same thing," he replied sarcastically.
"You what?"
"If you wanted me gone, you could have just said something. I'm a big boy, I can take it," he said and turned away from Jones.
An insistent hand pulled him back around.
"What are you talking about, you muppet?" asked Jones.
"You packed bags for me by the door. I get the message, now let me drink myself into a stupor in peace." Dan scowled at him and Jones felt his heart melt.
"You complete idiot. I've got a gig in Hamburg this weekend, I want you to come with me. I thought if I packed your bags for you you'd think it would be less hassle just going rather than unpacking all your stuff."
Dan looked at him for ten seconds in complete silence before blinking.
"Why would I want you gone? You're my Dan," Jones started to tear up slightly.
"Alright, don't cry," Dan said gruffly, "Come here, you daft man."
"You're crying too," Jones said shakily.
"Am not," Dan protested as a tear splashed on the bar.
Jones shuffled closer to him and Dan wrapped an arm around his waist and gave him a squeeze. They were both aware of several pairs of eyes staring at them.
"People are looking," Jones said quietly to the greasy wooden bar.
"Let them look," Dan told his pint fervently before swiveling around and kissing Jones briefly on the lips.
Jones touched his lips in slight disbelief and Dan blushed. A drunken jeer came from the other end of the pub. Jones spun around furiously.
"Fuck you, Ned! I'll fucking snap you like a twiglet. I was having a moment, you prick!"
Dan chuckled softly, before Jones grabbled his face and kissed him with incredible ferocity. Dan allowed himself to be dominated by the smaller man and put his hands lightly on his hips. The barman cleared his throat loudly and Jones broke the kiss to look at him in irritation.
"I hear honey and lemons good for that," he said sarcastically, "Come on Dan, lets go and have fantastic sex in all the rooms in the house. Including the stairs." Without another word he staked out the door leaving Dan to follow him, giving a two fingered salute to the corner of the pub that contained the SugaRape clones.
Once outside Dan jogged to catch up with Jones who was striding purposefully in the direction of the flat. He slipped his arm back around his waist and pressed a kiss to the top of Jones' head.
"Was that for me or for them?" he asked casually.
"Neither," said Jones, looking up at him and squinting, "That was for me."
The walked back home in silence, wrapped up in each other like one four legged creature. Jones rubbed his cheek against Dan's shoulder and clung to his arm with both hands.