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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Phandom/The_Fantastic_Foursome_(YouTube_RPF)
  Relationship:
      Dan_Howell/Phil_Lester, Dan_Howell_&_Phil_Lester
  Character:
      Dan_Howell, Phil_Lester, PJ_Liguori
  Additional Tags:
      Sexual_Content, underage_dan, Smut, Anal_Sex, Oral_Sex, Angst, Hook_Up,
      club, phanfic
  Stats:
      Published: 2018-03-21 Updated: 2018-03-29 Chapters: 5/8 Words: 11128
****** Space to Grow ******
by thewakeless
Summary
     Dan is a depressed teen who has only one thing figured out, he likes
     to have sex with men. But after a year of clubs and hookups, he meets
     someone who shows him there is more to life than one night stands.
***** Chapter 1 *****
Chapter Notes
See the end of the chapter for notes
It started when Dan was young, too young, and it started because his whole life
sucked. At school he was made fun of for how he spoke, and how he dressed, and
for being gay, even when he said he wasn't. His so called friends never stood
up for him, and just shrugged it off like a normal thing. Dan didn’t have much
in common with them, and often felt like he was tagging along rather than one
of the group. All of them did sports, and had girlfriends, and often hung out
without even inviting him. And it hurt, cause he had known them all his life,
and they were supposed to be his friends. He tried talking to them about
serious things, or getting them to participate in the things he liked, like
drama, or video games and internet forums, but they were never interested.
The worst however, were his parents. It didn't matter that they loved him, they
had absolutely no time for him. All of their time was spent at work, or babying
his little brother. Dan was an afterthought. They didn't care where he was, and
they certainly didn't care what was happening to him as long as he was home at
a decent time and was making good grades.
When he was ten years old he had once tried talking to them about the fact that
he had crush on a boy. The conversation went something like this:
"Mum, when you were in school did you like any of your friends?"
"Of course I did," she said as she spoon fed the baby.
"No, I mean did you like one of them."
"Oh!" She smiled back at Dan. "You have a crush on a girl?" Before Dan could
even open his mouth she continued. “Those are totally normal, and why not bring
her over for ice cream or something, or we can take you guys to the movies. I'm
sure she'll like you," she ruffled Dan's hair. "Just ask her."
"It's not really like that..."
"What'd you mean?"
At this point Dan said, "I don't like a girl," but somehow his mom heard, "I
don't like a girl."
She frowned, "Then what are we even talking about?" Before Dan could say
anything else his little brother had turned over his food bowl and splashed it
all over his mom and her work clothes. The next five minutes were spent
frantically cleaning while his mom ran upstairs for a change of clothes. He
never tried talking to her about it again.
In the books and movies Dan loved everybody had someone to talk to. Sometimes
it was a friend, sometimes it was a parent, and sometimes it was even a
stranger, but the older Dan got the more he felt that he was alone. There was
no one who actually liked talking to him; he had no real friends, no best
friend, and certainly no boyfriend. He didn't even know anybody who was "out".
In his school all the boys acted like immature, dickheads, and even when they
were really cute and attractive he couldn't actually picture dating any of
them. Among his friends he had several crushes but it was hopeless, they were
all fiercely heterosexual and as the years passed Dan felt he had to hide more
and more of who he really was.
But it all changed, one Friday night when he was fourteen. He invited himself
to a hang-out at a friend's house. There were ten of them, six guys, four
girls, and like many times before they began passing around a water-down bottle
of whiskey that someone had stolen. The people grew louder, and cheerier as Dan
felt more and more depressed about his life with every drink, and then one of
the girls suggested they go to a Club. Everyone jumped at the idea, and before
long they had stocked piled into one car and driven twenty minutes to the
rowdiest part of town. The club choose was a big one, with a bad reputation,
and they were led in without waiting in line or having to show ID's. The fact
that they were all obviously underage was no problem at all.
Inside Dan found horrible music, blinding lights, and a sea of bodies. He also
found a bar. That night he drank, and he danced, and he thought among the
flashing neon lights, and suddenly an idea popped into his mind, one he didn't
think was half bad when he had sobered up the next day. As expected his parents
didn't much mind that he had spent all night out, they took it as a normal sign
of adolescence, and for the first time Dan was grateful. He had all the freedom
to act upon his impulse.
At fourteen years old, and all by himself he got into a gay club. He got in
partially because he was tall, and partially because he was wearing an
oversized coat that made him look bigger than he was. The dimness helped, for
even if he had the height, Dan had a baby face. Inside was a world that he had
always dreamed of. Two hundred men and boys, dancing and yelling and drinking,
partially clothed, grabbing each other, giggling, his eyes didn't know where to
go. The first night he just stood along the wall, watching, like it was a TV-
show. The second night, he planted himself at the bar, and drank more than he
should because he wanted to be brave, and do something for once. Underneath the
blue lights at the bar he was much more visible, and several men came and
talked to him. That was convenient, they bought his drinks, they danced with
him, a couple even grinded on him, and damn that was nice. With one who was
particularly young and good-looking (couldn't have been twenty yet) Dan even
had his first proper make-out session, but when the guy asked him to come back
to his place, he chickened out and instead masturbated in the bathroom before
catching a bus home.
That week at school he felt like a different person. Now he had a secret that
nobody knew. He counted down the days, and the hours until Friday night and
then he told his parents that he was going to a party. This time, he sat at the
bar waiting for the first person to offer him a drink, he didn't have to wait
long. The guy was very good looking, with long brown hair to his shoulder, and
almond shaped green eyes. He had a deep voice, and a muscular figure, and as he
came forward he looked like he was undressing Dan with his eyes. And he was
into it, after all that's what he had come here for. They drank together, and
then danced together, and then he told Dan that his car was just outside.
It wasn't a bad experience. Dan got what he wanted, and he enjoyed every touch,
even when it hurt. But it felt bad afterwards, when he got out of the car and
the dude, whose name he never learned just drove away. He went to the bus
station and sat by himself, trying not to cry, while he cried. He snuck into
his house and lay down on his stomach and sobbed into his pillow till his face
was red and he was asleep at last. He didn't go back to the club for over a
month. in that time he felt constantly sick. He went on forums, and tried to
find the real stories of how people had lost their virginity. It seemed a big
portion of them regretted it. Dan wouldn't go that far, he had liked it, but he
hated himself after. It made him feel dirty, and cheap, cause that dude, just
like his friends and his parents didn't really care about him at all.
But a month later, he was at a party, and he was drunk and he was having a bad
time. All his friends had spent the evening ignoring him, and then they had
splintered off with girls. He went out to the porch, and sat there with his
bottle, and then he remembered the club, and the guy, and before he given it
any real thought he had gotten on a bus. This time he had already had enough to
drink, he headed straight to the dance floor. He danced with his head feeling
heavy, and his eyes half opened, and his body doing whatever it wanted, with
whoever it wanted. At first he just bounced between partners, loving the
feeling of being groped by strangers but then a boy found him. He was one of
the youngest people Dan had ever seen at the club, maybe sixteen, maybe. He was
blonde, and just as thin as Dan, with a very nice smile. He was also very very
high. They danced, till their bodies got closer and closer, and then Dan found
his hands going underneath the boy's shirt, and he boy's lips sucking at his
neck. They went into the bathroom together and Dan was pressed against a stall
door, moaning and writhing as he got fucked.
Afterwards he kissed Dan hard on the lips. "You at college?" he said his speech
a little slurred.
Dan nodded.
"Yeah, me too," the boy smiled, and touched his hand. They went back to dancing
afterwards, and that was nice, but then the boy's friends showed up. They were
a very excitable and loud group of guys who ogled Dan and managed to make him
feel uncomfortable right away. After a while the blonde boy whispered in his
ear:
"We're all going back to Matt's, you know, he's got his own place, you into
group sex?"
Dan shook his head fervently.
"That's too bad," said the boy.
And then he was gone, and just like the first guy he didn't so much as say
goodbye, or thank you, or it was nice. Dan made his way home, feeling sick from
all the alcohol, but he managed not to cry until he was in his own bed, with
the lights off. The next morning as he fought off a headache, he realized that
even if he didn't find anyone who would love him, or even like him, he wanted
to keep going to the club cause the sex alone was worth it. And that's how it
was for a long time.
He spent almost a year in and out of clubs. He got fucked in alley ways, and
cars, bathrooms, and back rooms, and few times even on a bed. His partners were
gorgeous teenagers, and drooling thirty years-olds, they were Asian, and black,
and blonde. Some of them were good at dancing, some of them were good at
fucking, Dan found no correlation between the two. Some of them were nice, and
funny, and hugged him after, most just gave him rude compliments, and then
walked straight out his life. A few times he met the same guys, but mostly he
liked strangers, and it sure as hell seemed that strangers like him.
At school he grew more and more distance from his old friends. He went just for
his education, and his teacher and kept his head down. His classmates still
bothered him about the way he talked, and his perceived homosexuality, but now
they also said that he looked like a zombie because of the bags under his eyes
and that he was a loser because he never went to any of their parties. Dan
tried to act like he didn't care, but it hurt at a lot.
At home his parents had zero idea of what he got up to every weekend. They just
figured that he was doing normal teen things with his friend. They didn't seem
to notice that his friends didn't ever come over anymore, or that they'd
stopped calling. Dan was a little hurt by that too. But then things were going
okay. He liked having sex, and dancing and drinking, and meeting new people
even when they had no real interest in him. He didn't cry anymore, and he
didn't feel badly, this was natural, this was what his body wanted, and it made
him happy, if only temporarily.
So it was just another Saturday night, and he was in a much nicer club, sitting
leisurely at the bar, waiting for the first dude to buy him a drink, like he
had dozens of times before. And it shouldn't have been any different, only it
was. Dan spotted him across the room, because of his pale skin, and his strange
eyes. They were blue, and grey, and yellow, flickering differently as the
lights flooded his face. Dan didn't have a type, but he definitely like this
guy, so he smiled at him and that was all the encouragement the stranger
needed.
Chapter End Notes
     I began writing this in 2016 and totally forgot about it until
     recently. Now it's done, and I should be publishing it fairly
     regularly since it's all written.
***** Chapter 2 *****
Chapter 2:
The stranger was tall, and lean with terrible posture. He might be any age
between eighteen and twenty-three, but no older. Dan smiled as he took a seat
by his side. "What do you drink?" he asked.
"Anything with whiskey," Dan said.
The pale boy got the bartender's attention and ordered two Irish redheads. Dan
smiled, his accent was nice. "Where are you from?" he asked.
"Lancashire."
"Are you here for school?"
"Yeah, studying theater."
Dan felt his heart speed up. "Are you an actor?"
"Nah, I'm more interested in filming and stuff."
"Oh," he blushed, of course, there were more to movies than just acting. When
he looked up the stranger was smiling.
"You're really cute."
"Thanks," Dan said it awkwardly, he had never really learned how to take
compliments even when they were nice ones, and not just about his ass.
Their drinks arrived, the guy sipped his, while Dan downed it in one because
that's usually what his kind of people did. He coughed loudly, and he felt his
face redden as he watched the stranger take another pert little drink. "You do
like your whisky."
"Yeah..." said Dan, looking at the ground.
"Want another?"
"Yes," said Dan because he never refused a drink.
The bartender was summoned again, but suddenly Dan wondered if he was abusing
this good looking guy. Students didn't have much money, and he obviously used
to people that drank in moderation and didn't act like crazed frat boys. "Do
you come here a lot?" the guy asked.
"Sometimes," Dan said, he went to gay clubs a lot, but he went to quite a few
different ones. "You?"
"Nah, I don't usually, I-" he looked down at his drink and took a long gulp,
almost finishing it. "I just went through a break-up to be honest."
"Oh," said Dan. Did this guy actually wanna talk? That almost never happened.
His drink arrived, and this time he took it daintily in his hand and took a
little drink. It was really quite good, he hadn't even appreciated that the
first time. "Were you together long?"
The stranger shrugged. "About six months, but I really liked her."
Dan's eyes flashed, and he almost dropped his drink. Did he mishear, or did had
the guy said his ex was a girl. "You date women?"
The guy shrugged. "Sorry I shouldn't have mentioned it, I like guys a lot too,
I don't know what I'm talking about." He smiled and finished his drink. "I
gotta ask you something though before we dance or anything."
"Yeah?" said Dan feeling nervous all of a sudden.
"How old are you?"
Dan felt relief, he was used to this question. "Seventeen," he said
automatically, although that was a fat lie it would be four more months until
he was sixteen.. "You?"
The stranger was looking at the empty glass in his hand. "I'm twenty."
"That's young," said Dan.
"Well, yeah but I don't really think-"
"Hey," Dan cut him off, he had gone through this once or twice before, but
usually no one even bothered to ask much less verify. "It's above the age of
consent, and I'm no virgin, trust me," he leaned forward and put his hand on
the guy's thigh. He was looking at him with those eyes, now a clear blue, and
all Dan could think of was how beautiful he was and how much he wanted him. He
leaned forward and kissed him, instantly feeling the guy's hand touch his
waist. It was nice, the physical closeness between them.
Dan pulled back and finished his drink with a smile on his face, then they went
to the dance floor. The guy was no dancer, he was too tall, and too awkward,
and he had absolutely no sense of rhythm, but he looked at Dan like he had
never seen anyone hotter and that made up for it. Dan for his part was having a
lot of fun, this guy was different to most, who would be probably be having him
already. He was cute, and taking things slow, and there was something really
endearing about that.
But of course that only made him more fun to tease. The first times he came to
the club he danced like there was a spotlight on him and nothing but
judgemental eyes. Now, he had learned to relax, and not care, and do whatever
felt good. He tried grinding on him, but every time he would try to pull Dan
closer he would move a away again, smirking. Finally, the guy tugged him hard
by the wrist and effectively closing every gab between them. Dan went on his
tiptoes and kissed him, as little diamonds of light danced across their skin
like a kaleidoscope vision. It was a great feeling. The music. The heat. His
body lean and soft beneath Dan's hands, as he ran them up his arms, and
shoulders. He was a really good kisser too, and every part of him wanted this
to go further.
He pulled back, breathless. "Do you, do you want to head somewhere?" he said,
blushing wildly. He had never asked anyone that before. They always took the
lead.
The guy looked surprised. "Yeah, I actually live close by."
"Great!" said Dan, grabbing his hand and leading him through the crowd of
people towards the door. Wow, he was going to have sex on a bed. He liked sex
on a bed, in his limited experience it lasted longer, and he could be loud as
he wanted which wasn't always possible when you were getting fucked in a
bathroom stall.
When they reached the cold, fresh air, of the dark street Dan stopped,
realizing he had no idea where they were going. "You said you live...."
"It's like a ten-minute walk this way," he said nudging down the street. "But
its student housing, not very nice."
Dan felt like his face was burning. Was something going to happen or not? "Are
we?" he couldn't even get the full sentence out, he just reached out and
touched the guy's hip, probably looking like the desperately little puppy he
was.
"Yeah, I mean, I really want to," the boy blushed, and it definitely suited
him. "I just, mmm, do you...."
Dan thought that he had been very obvious but apparently this guy couldn't take
a hint, so he moved closer to him, and feeling like all the heat in the world
was concentrated on his face he said. "Yes, please, like really really badly,
I," he could feel his cock pressing against the top of his skinny jeans, almost
hurting. Dan never said dirty things, he didn't need to, guys could usually
just tell by looking at him, but this time he found the perverted thoughts he
had had while dancing coming out of his mouth. "I really want to get fucked,
like," he reached forward and grabbed Phil's hand guiding it to his cock. "I
really need you to." His whole face was red as a beet, and he instantly wished
that he was much drunker.
The boy stared at him, his face not changing in the slightest, but his hands
graced softly at the bulge in his pants until Dan gave out a whimper. The boy
swayed forward and kissed his lips again, before grabbing his hand and moving
quickly down the street. Dan followed feeling the wind in his hair as they
walked quicker and quicker down two blocks. The apartment building was an old
brick one, with a white door, the guy fumbled for his keys in his coat, and
just as he found him he told Dan. "Try not to make a sound, the landlady is
really fierce."
Dan internally groaned, he liked being loud.
Inside there was a little ugly white space, with stairs leading up and door to
either side. the guy climbed the stairs, leading him up to the second floor.
There was only one door and he opened it quickly and locked it behind them.
They were in a dark living room/dining room, with a big TV, several gaming
counsels, and lots of books and movies scattered around. It wasn't a very neat
place, there were sweaters and teacups everywhere. "I have a roommate," he
said, "But he's a really deep sleeper." He grabbed Dan's hand again and led him
through a narrow hallway, and to the last door.
The room was small, with a single window, and a large unmade bed with a blue
and green comforter. There was a poster of Buffy the vampire slayer on one
wall, and one of all the muse albums on the other. "I should have cleaned up,"
said the guy as he began trying to shove a pile of dirty laundry under the bed,
but of course that was the last thing on Dan's mind.
"I don't care," he said as he threw off his jacket.
***** Chapter 3 *****
Chapter Notes
See the end of the chapter for notes
As awkward as the guy danced, and as awkward as Dan talked, it was amazing how
smoothly everything went after that. He was an amazing kisser, and his hands,
pale and smooth felt incredible as they crept up his shirt, caressing his skin,
and undoing his buttons at the same time. Dan was enjoying the luxury of having
a bed underneath him for a change, and feeling his mouth around his neck made
him moan with anticipation. But things went slower than he was used to.
Usually, there was kissing and then stretching, before blowjobs, or a quick
fuck. But this guy undressed him fully before even touching him, his hands
traveling down leisurely to his legs, and making every inch of skin feel like
it was on fire.
After a few minutes Dan couldn’t take it anymore, everything felt too good not
to be touched and he wrapped his own hand around his cock. The guy noticed and
at once stopped kissing him. “Don’t do that,” he said casually pulling at Dan’s
wrist. The gesture wasn’t hard but Dan obeyed, although he didn’t know why.
"Turn around.“ Feeling his face burning Dan did as he was told, hyperconscious
of the fact that he was letting this stranger take control. He lay on his
stomach, his heart beating fast. Hookups, after all, were always dangerous
things. Especially when they were with strangers. And even if this guy was
cute, and had so far been nothing but gentle, this made him really nervous. Why
was he trusting a stranger?
He felt the guys hands on his shoulder and relaxed a little as they moved down
his back, till they touched his ass, squeezing the skin lightly and making him
groan. "Part your legs,” it was almost a whisper, but Dan did it, feeling
himself quake. Who was this guy?
For what seemed like an eternity nothing happened. He just lay there feeling
completely exposed, his heart beating out of his chest, almost as scared as he
was excited. And then he felt the guy’s hand gripping his legs, and his lips,
soft and warm, kiss the inside of his tights. Dan moaned into the pillow, the
sound muffled. It was amazing how something so simple could feel so good. He
arched his back, as the guy’s hand moved gently up and down his legs, while his
mouth continued trailing kisses. Then the guy’s grip got a little harder and he
pushed Dan’s leg’s further apart, Dan breathe hitches as he got the first
inkling of what was about to happen. First, he felt the guy’s warm breath
against him, and then he felt his tongue circle his rim. Involuntarily, Dan
gave a wild buckle. No one had ever done that to him before.
“Is that okay?” said the guy.
“Yes,” Dan managed to say, desperately wanting that sensation to continue.
The guy’s tongue touched him again, it was warm and strange and so good, how
could anything feel so good? Dan bit his lips, as the guy continued licking him
softly, rhythmically, his hands simultaneously moving up and down his tights.
Dan was moaning shameless, his eyes shut, utterly lost in himself, his fears
forgotten, everything forgotten, and he wasn’t even drunk. How had he never
experienced this? He had no idea how long that went on for, all that he was
knew was that he was shamefully happy when the guy gently pushed a finger in.
The action was done so smoothly that Dan had barely taken note of it, but it
caused him to let out a whimper. The guy chucked, but not in a mean way.
“You’re early sensitive, I love it.” Dan felt him bite lightly into his thigh
and had to stop himself from moaning again.
Dan grinded encouragingly against his finger until he pushed a second one in,
and then a third, slowly scissoring him. Dan moaned every time, and didn’t care
at all about how it sounded or what the guy thought. It just felt too good.
“You think you’re ready?” he asked after a minute.
“Yeah, please,” Dan whined.
The fingers vanished, and the guy opened up a drawer in his nightstand. Up
until then, he hadn’t taken his boxers off but now that he did Dan saw that he
was a pretty big guy, probably eight inches, and just as hard as Dan. He bit
his lip as he stared at him, wondering what lottery he had won. A bed, a good
shag, and on top of that he was huge. He ripped open a condom packet and put it
on quickly before lathering himself with lube, and putting extra on his
fingers. He rubbed them against Dan’s entrance.
“Can you go on your knees,” he said, squeezing Dan’s ass as he positioned
himself on the bed.
Dan nodded and quickly got on all fours, every part of him needing this like he
had never needed anything in his life. No one had ever worked him up like this,
or given him so much pleasure, he could scarcely breathe and it hadn’t even
started yet. The guy put his hands on Dan’s hips, tilting them a little as he
rubbed his head against his opening before sliding in. Dan gave a long moan as
he adjusting not only to the length but the girth of this guy which was a hell
of a lot more than three fingers. But the discomfort passed quickly, replaced
by a kind of pleasure that he had never even known existed. "Please,“ he said
shuffling his hips a little.
The guy took that hint and began at once to thrust in and out of him. His
rhythm was steady, not fast, but not exactly slow either, he was building up,
moving around him searching for the one spot that would make him scream. He
knew he found he found it when Dan’s whole body shook and he dropped his head
onto the pillow. The guy smiled and began thrusting harder, hitting Dan’s
prostate, while his hand moved to pump at his cock. Dan had never experienced
anything like it, he was face down on a pillow, scarcely able to breathe, and
everything felt so good, and before he knew it he was cumming all over the
sheets, and his stomach and the guy’s beautiful hand.
As he came down for the greatest orgasm he had ever had the guy began speeding
up and hitting a different angle, he was moaning now too, and Dan tightened
himself so that it would feel better. He last a couple of minutes longer before
cumming inside of him, and moaning, his breathing ragged. He collapsed next to
Dan, his pale face red and flushed, his eyes closed. Dan stared at him like he
was a movie star or a god, no one had ever made him feel like that. He kept on
staring at him until the guy’s eyes open. "Was that good? It’s been a while
since I’ve been with a guy.”
“Yeah it was really, really, really, good, I-” he stumbled over a few more
words, feeling his whole face burn. He had moaned a lot, and rather loudly.
There was no way the roommate hadn’t woken up.
“I’m glad you liked it,” he smiled and moved his hands to Dan’s cheek. "You’re
really gorgeous you know.“
The guy sounded so sincere and sweet it made Dan ache for a moment. People
often complimented him after fucking, but that was never what they said. They
told him that he was tight, or that he had a great ass, or that he moaned like
a girl, and they meant it to sound good, but it didn’t make him feel good. This
did. And then without really understanding why Dan felt like he wanted to cry.
He bit his lip hard to repress the feeling, something he learned worked well.
"Did I say something wrong,” the guy whispered.
“No,” said Dan. He shifted on the bed, and suddenly felt the exhausting that
had overtaken his whole body. He was not looking forward to the bus ride home.
Even the thought of standing up felt difficult. He groaned a little as he sat
up.
“Are you leaving?” something in this guy’s voice made it sound like he didn’t
want him to.
Dan stared at him. "Mmm, well….“ he had never ever spent the night with his
hookups. He remembers the first time he had been invited into a bed, it had
been nice, but afterward, when they lay in bed next to each other the guy had
asked if he had enough money to get home and if he knew where the bus station
was. He was not subtle. After that, he learned his lesson. Beds were more
comfortable but they didn’t mean things were different. "C-can I stay?” Dan
whispered the words uncertainly.
“Yeah, of course, it’s like 3 AM,” said the guy staring at him like he was
crazy. "Or,“ he stopped. "Will your parents get angry or something?”
“No,” said Dan because it was the truth. "They won’t notice.“
The guy didn’t say anything but grabbed Dan’s hand. "Then stay, I’ll make
pancakes in the morning.” He said it like it was a normal thing and then he
closed his eyes. Dan lay in the stranger’s bed for a few minutes, watching him
as he fell asleep effortlessly. He wasn’t sure if this was the best night of
his life or just the strangers, but it felt good. He lay down next to him,
feeling the warmth of his naked body just an inch away and closed his eyes. It
took him a while to go to sleep, but when he did he had beautiful dreams.
Chapter End Notes
     obviously writing smut is not my forte but tbh it's my favorite
     phanfic category so i just couldn't resist. thanks to anyone that
     read it.
***** Chapter 4 *****
Chapter 4:
Dan was rudely woken up by his phone. He grumbled and turned his head, burying
it more deeply in the comfort of the pillow. He shut his eyes hard, as if that
would stop the ringing, and tried to go back to sleep. He had almost achieved
it, when he had a sudden start and sat up, grabbing his phone.
"Dan," it was his mum.
"Yeah?" he said his grogginess evaporating into panic.
"Where are you?"
"I'm at Steve's, I told you."
"No, you didn't."
"Yeah mum, I told you," he turned his head around and saw the guy from last
night staring up at him with those beautiful eyes. He blushed and turned back
to the Buffy poster on the wall. "I told you Thursday night, we were up playing
video games till like four."
"You didn't tell me," her tone was firm.
"You just don't listen," Dan insisted.
There was an indignant sigh on the other end. "But you're okay right? And
you're coming home soon?"
"Yeah, I'll be home in a couple of hours."
"Alright," she said the word like it was a compromise and Dan hung up. He
turned around. Thank god, the guy was still as good looking as yesterday, with
his jet black hair and porcelain skin. Dan gave him a nervous smile; he had
never had a morning-after before. "Sorry if that woke you." He was also
suddenly aware that he was naked, and had thrown all the sheets off of himself.
"That's okay, is everything alight?"
"Yeah," said Dan with a nod. He looked back at his clothes on the floor. The
truth was he was in no hurry to be home, and the guy had mentioned something
about pancakes the night before, but he didn't want to be a bother. He was
about to try to discretely grab his underwear when he felt a warm hand on his
shoulder.
"Stay in bed, I'm going to make food."
The guy got out of bed and walked across to the closet. Dan marveled at how
perfect his skin looked, and found himself blushing again, as he grabbed the
blankets and covered himself up a little, embarrassed by the fact that like
every morning he had a hard-on. The guy put on a T-shirt and sweat pants and
then proceeded to go out of the room. Now alone, Dan looked around the room
again. It was really weird to be in a stranger’s room. He looked over the
books, and the stuff on the nightstand, which he couldn't help noticing
included lipstick. After a couple of minutes he got up and peered into an open
drawer in the closet, it contained folded t-shirts and bundles of mitch-match
socks.
Outside the room, he heard muffled talking, and quickly began putting on his
clothes again. Afterwards, he went to the mirror and cursed as he stared at his
ruffled, puffy hair. Yesterday, it had been so nice and straight. He tried
running his fingers through it and flattening it a little but the action just
seemed to infuriate it. He moved towards the door as the voices spoke up again.
One of them must be the roommate. He groaned, surely this would be awkward
enough just with the two of them, he didn’t even know the guy’s name. It almost
made him want to stay in bed, but his need to go to the bathroom was
overwhelming, so he grudgingly opened the door.
At once, the roommate who was sitting at the dining table turned around and
smiled at him: "Good Morning."
Dan blushed. He was a rather good looking guy, nearly as pale as his guy, but
with green eyes, and a more prominent jaw. "Hello."
"I'm PJ, and you are?"
Dan stared from PJ to the club guy, who was wearing an apron, and holding a
mixing bowl. "Dan," he said. It wasn't often that he exchanged names with his
partners.
"That's nice,-" PJ pointed to his roommate. "He's Phil by the way."
"Oh," Dan muttered, trying to find a non-awkward way to ask where the bathroom
was.
Just then Phil smiled at him. "Don't let PJ make you uncomfortable, he's just
jealous. You like pancakes right?" he spoke as he continued to mix, and Dan
just loved the softness in his voice.
"Yeah."
"Good."
"Mmm, where's your bathroom," he said. PJ indicated the door to his right, and
Dan excused himself. After peeing, he washed his hands and face and stood in
front of the mirror, feeling like somehow this morning was a kind of interview.
Phil. His name is Phil. It was a good name and it suited him. Dan wiped his
hands on his skinny jeans and walked out to find Phil pouring batter onto the
frying pan. PJ was drinking coffee, and gestured for Dan to take a seat by his
side.
"Want Coffee, Tea?"
"Coffee's good."
Phil poured him a cup, and when he handed it over their fingers brushed against
each other. Considering all they had done last night it shouldn't exited Dan,
but it did. There was something really nice about touching him, even just his
hand. Dan held the cup and took a little drink.
"So, I hear you met in a Club? Isn't Phil just the worst dancer," said PJ.
Dan laughed without meaning to. "Not the worst surely, but he's better at other
things," as soon as he realized the implications of what he had just said Dan
felt his whole face turn red again, and quickly took another drink of coffee
before he could make it any worse.
PJ laughed. "Well, I don't know anything about that."
"Don't bother him," said Phil playfully as he flipped the first pancake. "Why
don't you just go to work?"
"I have to finish my cup first," he said taking another leisurely drink of
coffee, before looking back at Dan. "So, you only go for dudes, or are you a
degenerate like Phil here," he said in a teasing tone.
"Mmm," Dan had no idea what to answer. He had never in his life told anyone his
sexual orientation.
"PJ what kind of question is that?" said Phil as he began pouring the batter
for another pancake.
"Just trying to get you guys to know each other a little! I mean you didn't
even know one another's names before me," he said. "But that's just fine, I can
tell I'm intruding," he drank the rest of his coffee and got up. In the messy
Livingroom he grabbed a book bag and a coat and went to the door.
"Bye," Phil called.
"Bye," his eyes flickered to Dan. "See you sometimes."
The door closed again, and all at once Dan's heart sped up, cause now they were
alone and anything could happen. "Sorry about him," said Phil as he took out
the second pancake. "He means well, he's just a bit strange."
"He's nice," said Dan, who sincerely wished he had a friend as open and
friendly at PJ seemed. "Do you need help with anything?"
"You can set the table," Phil said as he poured more battered.
With Phil's direction, Dan grabbed plates and napkins, and utensils, setting it
up around the table and moving the books off. When they finished and sat down,
it felt pretty fancy, and the pancakes looked and smelled amazing. "This is
really good, thanks," said Dan as he took his first bite.
"No problem, you're an excuse to cook really," said Phil. "I'm too lazy to cook
for myself, and PJ's doesn't eat breakfast."
Dan tried to look cute while he ate, but he was really hungry so he ended up
shoveling the food down faster than he probably should have. As they ate there
was general silence, and Dan began feeling awkward. Was this what morning-
afters were always like? Did this guy have them often? Did the fact that he had
made such a nice meal mean that he wanted to see him again? Or was he just
being polite?
Finally, after finishing his second pancake Dan thought of something to say,
"Who's your favorite Buffy character?"
At this Phil's whole face seemed to light up. "Buffy, of course, she's gorgeous
and brilliant, I've been like madly in love with her since the show first came
out."
"She's pretty cool," said Dan.
"Have you watched it?"
"Yeah, that's what I spent all last summer doing when everyone else was going
to parties, or on holiday," he only realized how pathetic that sounded after he
had finished saying it.
"Well, who do you like?"
"Spike, even with that accent," said Dan.
Phil laughed. "I liked him too, but she's better off with Angel."
"Debatable, I think things were good with her and Riley before she got weird
about it."
"What?" Phil looked almost offended.
Dan laughed. "Well I mean, he's human, they're going to age the same. He's not
old, he's not dead. It just works."
"You're crazy."
"You want her to be with an obsessed stalker, who's more than a hundred years
older than her, but I'm the crazy one?"
Phil rolled his eyes, but he was smiling. "I don't think I have ever heard
someone say they think she should end up with Riley."
"That's cause people like impossible loves," Dan said as he took another bite
of pancake. "That's why the whole Twilight things happened."
"I guess, but personally I still think she belongs with Angel."
Dan shrugged. "Do you watch Angel the show?"
"Yeah, I watched it once through, not really worth more than that. Buffy I
watch all the time though; I think I've seen the whole thing like fifteen times
at least."
"Wow," said Dan. He smiled as he took the last bite of his food, it was
surprisingly easy to talk to this guy, and much more comfortable that he would
have anticipated. "Have a favorite episode?"
"Too many to name," said Phi. "But I like the funny ones, you know like that
one is Season 6 when they all forgot who they are, or the one where there's the
Halloween party and Anya comes dressed as a Bunny cause she thinks they're
scary. Plus the musical one, cause that's just like the best episode of TV
ever."
"Yeah that one was really good, even if some of them couldn't sing that well."
Dan looked over at the collection of movies and shows, and saw all of the box
sets for Buffy. "You are a super fanboy."
"Definitely, what's your favorite show?"
"Probably Lost," said Dan.
At that Phil's eyes lit up. "You're kidding!"
"Nope."
"That is my second favorite show. I'm like obsessed with it, even if the finale
was shit."
Dan laughed. "Well I agree with you there," he looked back at the movies and
found that just below Buffy was all the Lost DVD's. "Wow, you really spend a
lot of money on entertainment," he noted, his eyes flickering to the consoles.
"Yeah, I'm obsessed."
"Do you actually-" Dan stopped, suddenly realizing how stupid what he was about
to say would sound. Phil was just a guy he had hooked up with. Yes, he happened
to be gorgeous, and sweet, and a first rate pancake maker, but that didn't mean
that he actually liked Dan. He didn't want Dan to stay and bug him, it was a
Saturday he probably had plenty of things to do, it was only Dan who was going
back to an empty room and a boring life. "Sorry."
"No, what were you going to say?"
"Nothing, really," said Dan with a smile.
Phil frowned but didn't push it. They brought the plates to the sink and Phil
rinsed them quickly before putting them in the dishwasher. Dan stared at his
shoes, wondering if he should excuse himself now, or wait for Phil to finish.
How did other people do this? Phil dried his hands on a towel with Pikachu's
face on it and turned to Dan. "Last night was really nice," he took hold of
Dan's hand. "I was in a really lousy mood before, but today feels different,"
he smiled.
Dan smiled back, but that feeling like he wanted to cry which had surfaced the
night before returned just as strangely. Maybe this guy was too nice? He
certainly wasn't used to that. "Yeah last night was amazing, I'd never-" he was
blushing again, why was he always blushing. Phil intertwined their fingers and
gave him a light kiss on the lips, it shouldn't have been anything to Dan, but
suddenly it was like he could barely breathe.
"This might sound weird," Phil said. "But I don't have much planned today. I
mean I don't know if you have stuff to do, or if you just wanna go home, but we
can hang out if you want, watch Buffy or something," he smiled. "Or I can give
you a ride home PJ has a car."
It was difficult to find the words because the feeling of wanting to cry was
getting stronger, but as he looked at Phil he got the notion that somehow he
understood him. "I'd really like to hang out, I just have to make a call."
"Okay," Phil said, pressing on his hand slightly before releasing it and going
over to sit on the squashy black sofa. Dan crossed the room and pulled out his
cellphone. When he dialed home no one answered, so he texted his mom.
DAN: Hey, we're headed to breakfast and then we're going to a shopping center.
I'll be home later.
He put his phone back into his pocket and joined Phil on the couch. "So, you
wanna watch Buffy?"
"Yeah, or we could do anything really."
Dan knew exactly what he wanted to do but swished the thought out of his mind.
Phil had said hang out, he had mentioned TV, not everyone was as horrifically
perverted as he obviously was. He focused on the mass of DVD's and video games
in front of him and then saw Sonic 4. "Maybe we could play a game?" he said.
"Yeah sure, which one?"
Dan picked it up and put it the PlayStation 3. They were quiet as the game
started up but Dan felt more comfortable. When the levels started it got fun
really quickly, as they took turns, dying and succeeding. Dan was obviously the
better player, but Phil looked so cute when he got flustered that it didn't
really matter. After about an hour and many failed attempts at a particularly
hard level, his phone rang.
"Where are you?" It was his dad and he sounded angry.
"I texted mum I'm with-"
"Come home now Dan."
"Come on its barely noon, I'll-"
"This is not a discussion, come home, you should have come yesterday."
"Whatever," Dan hung up the phone feeling like he was five years old again.
"Guess that's to be expected," said Phil. "Do you want a ride?"
Dan shook his head. He felt irrationally angry. What was the point of going
home anyway? It wasn't like he was going to spend time with his family or
anything, he would be shut up in his room like always, feeling miserable. He
looked at Phil, and felt like he should say something but the words wouldn't
come.
"Are you sure you don't want a ride?"
God. Why was this guy so nice? It made it harder. "I don't want them to ask
questions," said Dan.
Phil hesitated for a moment and then said quietly. "Are you out?"
Instead of answering he got up. "Well, thanks for the pancakes."
"Okay," Phil smiled at him, as he got up, and then he hugged him for a long
time. Dan felt stiff and awkward at first but then it was just warm and nice
and he had his head against Phi's shoulder, and there was something very
comforting about that. After they pulled apart Phil walked him to the door. "If
you ever wanna hang out or hook up, or anything, this is my number," he said
giving Dan a little slip of paper. "And my Skype name, cause I'm there a lot."
"Thanks," said Dan cause he couldn't think of anything to say.
Phil smiled, and then he turned around and walked out of the door, wishing that
he had the guts to give him a goodbye kiss.
***** Chapter 5 *****
Chapter Notes
See the end of the chapter for notes
Chapter 5:
Dan was not happy. He wasn't happy when he got home to an argument with his
parents and he wasn't happy when he was forced to sit in the Livingroom and
watch TV with his brother. He wasn't happy either when he ate dinner or went to
his bedroom when he sat on his laptop till well past midnight. In fact, Dan
couldn't remember the last time he had really been happy at home. In clubs he
was happy, but of course he was usually drunk and horny. In fact as he thought
about his time with Phil it got stranger. He had been happy, and comfortable,
even though he wasn't drunk. That didn't happen often. And as much as he loved
the sex, the morning after had been pretty nice too.
He loafed around his room on Sunday, wondering if he should text Phil, or wait
a bit so that he didn't seem so desperate. He lasted till about two in the
afternoon and then he caved.
DAN: Hey, it's Dan, just wanted to give you my number :)
The response came within a few minutes.
PHIL: I'm glad you did! Were you parents okay yesterday?
DAN: Yeah, it wasn't too bad, I'm used to it.
PHIL: I forget what that’s like.
DAN: Can't wait till I'm twenty.
He typed that without thinking and then wished he had said something more
interesting. He waited a while for the next response, checking his phone every
few seconds.
PHIL: What are you up to today?
DAN: Not much.....
In the normal run of things Dan would be sleeping so that he could spend his
night at a Club but his parents weren't letting him go tonight.
PHIL: Me neither actually...
DAN: Yeah?
PHIL: Wanna grab coffee or something?
DAN: Yes.
He practically jumped out of bed and went for a shower. He dressed carefully
and spent a long time straightening his hair. As he was leaving the house to
meet Phil at Starbucks his parents reminded him that he had to be home by nine.
He shrugged it off. They were meeting at one close to Phil's apartment and when
Dan walked in he spotted Phil right away. He was sitting a table on the side,
with his phone in his hands.
"Hello," said Dan. Phil stood up as he saw him.
"Hey," they hugged. For some reason it was hard to believe he had known him for
less than two days. There was something really familiar and nice about seeing
him. They got caramel macchiatos and sat down again, Dan drank the delicious
sugary drink while he tried to think of stuff to say.
"Are you doing A-levels?"
"Yes," Dan lied, because he hadn't yet finished his GCSE's, and before Phil
asked what he was studying he quickly changed the subject. "How long have you
and PJ been living together?"
"About two years, since I came to the city. We met online."
Dan nearly chocked. "You met online?"
"Yeah, we met in a forum and just started talking."
That seemed like the coolest most impossible thing Dan had ever heard. It was
amazing that people could make friends like that, not only across the country
but across the world. Phil talked about his school, and also the YouTube
channel that he had started the previous year. He seemed very excited about it
and said that it was a fun project to work on because it was more freeing than
the stuff he had to do for class.
After they finished their drinks, they went for a walk back to Phil's
apartment. It was nice, chilly weather, and they held hands as they walked down
the street. Phil was telling him about the short horror movies that he had made
as a kid when Dan realized that he had never done anything 'gay' in the light
of day before. Here he was, casually walking around London holding another guys
hand, as if it was no different than holding a girl's. He smiled, it was good
to have that feeling and in a city of millions there was little risk to it.
"Is PJ home?" Dan asked, as they climbed up the stairs to the apartment.
"No, I think he's with his girlfriend."
Dan felt instantaneous relief, it wasn't that he didn't like PJ, it's just that
he liked Phil, probably too much. Ever since he had seen him there at Starbucks
there had been one recurring thought in his mind: I have to have sex with him
again. The problem that Dan wasn't nearly as uninhibited as he usually was,
after all he hadn't had a drink all day. Besides Phil made it harder, he was
just so pleasant and funny, maybe all he wanted was for Dan to be his friend.
They walked into the living room, and Phil took his coat. "What do you feel
like doing? Can I get you anything?"
"Um," Dan could have told him exactly what he wanted to do, but he just
couldn't find the courage. "Maybe play something again?"
Phil smiled, like that was exactly what he wanted to hear. "Cool, choose
anything, I'm going to make tea."
Dan sat on the sofa in front of the TV, and looked over the dozens of games
before quickly grabbing Mario Kart from the shelf. Phil came back after a few
minutes with two cups of tea, and a little plate with biscuits. "In case you're
hungry," he said as he put it down on the table. Dan smiled, this guy was
totally precious. They started playing and although it was one of Dan's
favorite games and he was uncommonly good at it, he kept loosing, Phil was
distracting him too much.
He looked really good, and he smelled even better, and the thought that all he
had to was lean over a little and suddenly they would be touching was
tantalizing. He talked a lot while they played too, telling more about his
YouTube channel, and funny things he had done with PJ. Finally after the six
course, when Dan lost again, Phil stared at him. "Are you alright? You haven't
really said much?"
Dan stared into his eyes, eyes that were blue, and deep, and so beautiful, and
shockingly he couldn't think of anything to say. How did people ever have sex
when they were sober? "I'm fine," he managed to squeak out.
"Really?" Phil cocked his head to the side, and somehow he looked even better.
"You're really pretty," said Dan, clearly unable to control himself.
Phil chuckled, and ran his hand through his fringe. "You're much prettier, I'm
lucky you ever even slept with me."
"No," said Dan emphatically. "No, I-" he hesitated, was this the moment to say
that he wanted to have sex again, or was this like a cute moment where he tried
to kiss him. He shuffled on the sofa and looked back at the TV.
"Dan," said Phil quietly as he watched him. "You haven't dated much, have you?"
Dan thought back through all his experiences at all his Clubs and Bars. None of
that could qualify as dating. He had never even grabbed coffee with a guy
before, much less sat on their couch playing video games. But that wasn't the
kind of thing that you could just say to someone. "I've been with lots of
people," he said, his eyes still on the screen.
"That's not what I asked."
He bit his lip, and it wasn't because he wanted to cry, it was because he
wanted to run. Why? Phil wasn't being rude, or pushy, it was just a question.
Why couldn't he be honest? "Maybe we should just play another level," he
suggested, but Phil had put his controller down.
"We can play more, that's fine with me, but is that what you want to do?"
Dan turned pink in the face and suddenly remembered their previous night
together when he had stood in the street outside the club and showed Phil just
how much he wanted him. Phil cleared his throat, and his hand touched Dan
lightly on the forearm. "What do you want to do?"
If he had had even one shot Dan would have just got up, sat on Phil and began
kissing him like there was no tomorrow, but without his liquid courage all he
could really do was maintain eye contact and feel as his whole face turned red.
He wanted that mouth on his body again, wanted to feel his hand, soft and hard
at the same time and in a wonderful combination. He licked his lips, his heart
beating out of his chest. I have to do something, I have to. Slowly, he leaned
towards Phil and kissed him on the lips. It was meant to be soft, kind of like
a peck, but soon enough Dan lost control of himself. His hands began moving all
over Phil's body, and he stretched out from his side of the sofa, practically
laying on top of him. Phil moaned, his hands moving swiftly to feel Dan's ass
over his skinny jeans.
Dan shed their clothes in a hurry, his hands running over Phil's pale chest and
the soft skin of his collarbone. He stripped his own shirt off, and threw it on
the floor, thinking feverishly of how good everything had felt the time before.
As they continued to kiss, he felt Phil's hands unbuckling his pants, and
gratefully moved out of them, feeling like all was right in the world. He was
lying naked on top of him, his mouth moving hungrily through the pale boy's
neck, while Phil's hand wrapped around his cock. Dan groaned, and arched his
back, grateful for the contact after what felt like hours of build-up.
Underneath him, he felt Phil smile. "Always so needy," he muttered into Dan's
ear as he flicked his tongue over his earlobe.
Dan gave out a pathetic little moan but didn't care to argue as Phil began
moving his hand up and down. He let that go on as he trailed kisses down from
Phil's neck to his shoulders, and chest, until he was just where he wanted to
be. Phil let go of his cock as Dan began sliding the older guy's pants down,
his boxers coming along with them. It wasn't just that his cock was big, it was
beautiful, thick and smooth, and pink in color. Dan licked his lips eagerly
before leaning down and kissing the head.
Phil gave a stiff little moan, which caused Dan to smile, before swirling his
tongue against his slit. Phil felt warm and salty against him, and when he
unexpectedly took his whole cock in his mouth Phil's breath hitched, and he
tilted his hips for better access. Dan sucked and licked, bobbing up and down,
as Phil's ran through his hair, pulling at it gently. After a couples minutes
of this, Phil's hand slid down to his shoulder, and he shoved Dan back softly.
"If you keep doing that, we won't get to the good part." He moved his hands
lowered, caressing Dan's sides, and hips with his long warm fingers.
A smile overcame Dan. He had never had sex like this before. Usually it was so
rushed and heated, and frankly dirty. This felt different, loving almost, and
better, much better. Phil used his hands to guide Dan to lay down on top of
him, kissing him hard as their lips met. He moved so smoothly, so naturally,
and he smelled really good, but Dan was flushed, and hard, and tired of
waiting. He grinded against him, as the boy's hands moved slowly up and down
his thighs.
It was torturous. Just lying there naked, and top of him, and feeling those
warm hands move all over his body as they kissed. He could feel his want, his
need, his desperation increasing with every second, but Phil did not move and
did not allow him to move either, pinning him with strategically placed limbs.
Dan was moaning again, just as loud as the first night, arching his back a
little, begging Phil's fingers or his beautiful cock to go where he needed them
to be. "Please," he said in between kissed, his face red and his eyes shut.
Phil's mouth stopped moving and he pulled back a little. "Please what?"
Dan's eyes opened and he shuddered for a response, precum dripping from his
cock onto Phil's hip.
"Come on. Tell me what you want."
For a moment Dan bit his lip. He was too sober to say what he really wanted. It
was too embarrassing. But then Phil squeezed his ass, and Dan made a sound that
was dangerously close to a whimper.
"What do you want?" Phil whispered.
Dan closed his eyes, moving his hips hopelessly to get some relief. "I want to
ride you," he breathed quietly, feeling like his face was so red it would fall
off.
"You want to ride my cock?"
"Yeah," said Dan with a pathetic little nod. Phil moved his fingers lightly
touching Dan's entrance. Dan arched his back, desperate to have them deeper,
but just as quickly as they had appeared he moved them away again and Dan was
left to whimper, his big brown eyes opening and looking down at Phil like a sad
puppy.
Phil had a wicked look in his eyes. "What did you want again?"
By this point Dan didn't give a shit about his dignity or his sobriety, he was
so horny that he was two seconds away from shoving his own fingers inside
himself. "I want to ride you, I want your cock inside me, please, please."
A little smile played at Phil's lips. "Of course baby, but just cause you asked
so nicely."
Dan leaned his weight on his knees, and sat up, grinding on Phil as he did so
and causing both of them to groan. Phil's arm reached over for his jeans and
out of one of the pockets he grabbed a small packet of lube which he spread
over his fingers before positioning them at Dan's entrance. Dan didn't hesitate
for a moment, he lowered himself onto Phil's fingers given a loud moan as he
did so. That alone felt so good. He began moving his hips, eagerly fucking
himself on Phil's fingers until he felt them pull out.
Dan opened his eyes. He was sweating and red, and so turned on he wasn't sure
he was capable of speech. Underneath him, Phil's face was very serious. "If you
want anything up that gorgeous ass of yours, you are going to keep your eyes
open," despite the menace in his words his voice was soft.
A little whimper escaped Dan and he moved his hips again, nodding to show that
he understood. Phil slid his fingers back in easily, this time adding a third
one. Dan felt deliciously shameless as he bounced up and down on them, letting
them reach as far as they could, and feeling him bend them each time more to
increase the intensity. Dan was quickly losing control of myself, his cock was
leaking, he was sweating and flushed, and aching for more. Phil seemed to sense
it and slowly withdrew his fingers and grabbed the condom that he had stashed
along with the lube packet. He handed it to Dan who ripped it open in a hurry
and put it over him, stroking his cock a couple of times before positioning it
at his entrance.
As he lowered himself Dan gave a deep sigh of satisfaction. It was even better
than he remembered. Phil seemed to fill him completely and perfectly, like no
one ever had before, bringing him a kind of satisfaction that he hadn't even
known existed. After a moment he began to move, shifting up and down with
expert hip movements. As he did so Phil groaned, his hands moving to the small
of Dan's back and pushing him deeper down on his cock. After a couple of
minutes, Dan's movements became erratic, crazed. There was so much pleasure
coursing through him, that he was half screaming, his eyes shut, his head
tilted back. Phil's hand was pumping at his cock, and it was the best and most
intense moment of his life.
He came violently, his cum splattering down on Phil's chest, and shoulders, and
a gaping sound escaping his mouth. Phil came mere seconds later, his
fingernails clamping hard on Dan's hips and leaving little red marks. Dan had
exerted himself so much he was shaking, sweat and cum coating most of his body,
but he didn't dare move. He was in the after waves, his legs stiff. He waited a
minute so like that, until he felt Phil pull out of him. Then, at last, he
opened his eyes.
The room seemed very bright all of a sudden, and Phil very close. Dan felt his
face heat up again. He had been very loud, maybe even louder than the last
time. And he hadn't drunk. And it wasn't dark. And, he gulped, he was still
straddling him, completely naked with his eyes blown and his hair a mess.
Underneath him Phil was smiling, his hand caressing the skin he had been
digging his nails into a minute before. "That was amazing," he said breathily.
Dan couldn't find the words to speak. He was far too embarrassed. Awkwardly he
moved off the couch and began gathering up the clothes that he had thrown on
the floor. Phil watched him with a frown on his brow. "Is everything alright?"
"Yeah, yeah," said Dan as he quickly threw on his boxers.
"You sure?"
"Yeah, I'm just-" Dan stopped. Phil was still naked on the couch, and he looked
very good. He bit his lip. "I just wasn't sure if you'd want me to stay or-"
Phil seemed frankly astounded and he sat up quickly. "Of course I want you to
stay." He pulled Dan close and gave him a kiss. "Really, that was so good."
"Yeah?" said Dan, the blush returning to his cheeks.
"Definitely, you are so hot, and you really know how to move those hips."
Dan laughed. "I can't believe you made me keep my eyes open while I was doing
that."
Phil pulled him into a warm embrace. "That was the best part."
"Don't hug me, I'm all gross."
"Not at all," Phil kissed his pink cheek. "But we can take a shower if you
want."
At those words, Dan felt himself get hard again. Damn, why was he always horny.
"That sounds good," he said.
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