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part one
Phil Lester essentially hated him.
He hated his smirk, his idiotic love of that bloody flower crown, the arch of his eyebrow when he said something suggestive, the warm molten chocolate and golden idols that made his eyes, the fact that he was so tiny; he looked like a damn fairy with that flower crown. Phil Lester hated him, and no one would ever know how much he how much he really wanted to push him against a wall and kiss him until both of them were out of breath and drunk on the feeling.
He laughed with his whole body. First he would smile, wide and with his teeth showing that were a little bit crooked and he had the cutest dimples, then he'd begin to chuckle, and then he would be laughing and his shoulders would shake, he'd hold his stomach as he leaned back, his eyes would glint and sparkle with mirth. Phil hated him.
He whispered words to himself as he took notes. In history, he would rarely pay attention; instead he would doodle and his little sketches were lovely, but in math he would sit there staring into space, and in English he would listen to every poem and sonnet with rapt attention and Phil Lester hated him.
He hated that he kept watching him walk by. He hated that whenever his mind wandered it wandered to him. He hated it each time he talked to him and flirted with him because he couldn’t flirt back. He hated it when anyone else flirted with him and that he wanted to pummel whoever it was to a pulp for daring to even talk to him and he hated that he didn’t have the right to be jealous. He hated that his friend Tyler kept telling him to stop pinning and ask him out whenever the two of them were on their own and he hated that he wanted to so badly. He hated that he thought Tyler was right and that he couldn’t because he was too afraid to just leave the closet for good. He hated those smooth lips that curved every time he passed him. He hated the occasional kiss he would blow and that wink and the fact that he blushed but he'd flip him off anyway because he was a fucking fairy that needed to be squished under his steel toed boots and Phil Lester hated him.
He mostly hated the fact that he wanted to throw Dan Howell against the wall and kiss him until they were both unable to breathe.
"Hey, Lester," called Dan.
"What do you want, little fairy?" Phil drawled in a bored, almost rude tone.
"Are you gonna get another piercing? Chris said you're going to get one through your frontal lobe."
"Fuck off, you fairy," Phil spat, and he shoved past him roughly but Dan was smirking. He would beat him to a pulp one of these days, he swore to himself.
Phil did get another piercing that week. He now had 17; the snakebites in his lip, a stud in his nose, a ring in his right eyebrow and two barbells in his left, three studs in his ears and a hoop in his left cartilage. He was the definition of punk problem child, with tattoos all up his arms and black eyeliner and his leather jacket and he even smoked on occasion. He had an empty spot on his left forearm that needed something, but there were only so many skulls and guns and swords you could get before it became too monochrome. On Monday, Dan smiled and raised an eyebrow at the sight of his snakebites, and Phil sneered and called him a fairy, because that was the closest to faggot he would ever go.
History was so boring, Phil felt like leaving but if he failed another class he'd get held back a second time which meant his dad would kill him. He didn't realize he was staring at him until Dan looked over at him and smirked. Phil quickly glared at him, but Dan just blew him a kiss and went back to drawing on his notebook. Phil went red and he shoved a middle finger in his direction and Felix was elbowing him, hissing that Dan the Fairy had a crush. Phil laughed and sneered.
"It's not his fault I'm so attractive," he said.
Dan looked back at them and rolled his eyes pointedly. Phil gave him another middle finger, then the teacher told him to stop disrupting the class or he'd get detention. Phil just shrugged and leaned back in his chair, but before long his gaze drifted back to Dan the fucking fairy.
Dan was standing at his locker, shoving something into it, when Phil and his friends walked by.
"Fuck, can the fairy get more girly?" Mark called, commenting on Dan’s pale pink sweater, matching skinny jeans, and flower crown.
"I bet he'd dye his hair pink if he wasn't afraid people would know he's really a girl," Felix laughed, because that was what they did.
Dan turned and waved at them with a small, sweet smile, then tipped his flower crown at Phil.
"Fuck, can you not?" Phil said, acting disgusted. "I'm offended."
"All the homo bro," Dan said with a smug grin as he began to walk away.
"Oh, gross," Phil called. "I'll report you for abuse."
Dan just kept walking, and Phil was hoping the tattoos on his neck were hiding the flush creeping up it.
After school he and the rest of the guys hung out behind the school to smoke and wolf-whistle at every attractive girl with a C-cup or bigger that passed. Phil went through a half of a pack in that hour because Dan had walked by them with the sleeves of his shirt rolled up, and, damn, Phil hated his wrists.
Friday, they had English last and they were reading Romeo and Juliet; Phil thought they'd just take turns reading a passage each because that was what they normally did, but the instant the class was all sitting the teacher stood up and put her fists on her hips.
"We are going to divide into groups of two," Mrs. Gilligan said. "And I picked them already, sit down Mr. Howard, I'm not so cruel as to force you to work with someone other than your boyfriend."
Phil laughed along with the guys; Jack Howard was blushing because Dean Dobbs wasn't really his boyfriend and everyone knew it, but Mrs. Gilligan liked to play games with them like this.
"In reverse alphabetical order, here are the groups. Go sit with your partner when I call your names." Phil didn't listen that much because she'd just put him with one of his friends or whatever kid off the Cheerleading squad or debate team she shipped him with that week, he leaned back in his chair and stared up at the ceiling.
"Philip Lester and Daniel Howell."
Phil jerked upright and hit his midriff with the desk. "The fuck?!" he cried, louder than he'd meant to.
"Language, Mr. Lester, I may be 47 but I have innocent ears," Mrs. Gilligan admonished him, covering her ears with her hands. She winked at him and gestured for him to get up and move. Phil looked at his friends with a look of 'she's a fucking idiot' and got up reluctantly. He caught Tyler looking at him with a smirk and scowled at him, trying to portray as much irritation and heterosexuality as possible as he moved towards Dan’s seat. Dan scooted over in his chair and patted the empty space, but Phil ignored him. He looked down at the kid next to him, PJ he thought he was called, and jerked a thumb upward.
Move, he mouthed. PJ looked apologetically at Dan and got up, moving to squeeze in with another member of the nerd squad, Chris Kendall. Phil dropped into the chair and glared at the desk. Fuck Gilligan and fuck Dan the fucking fairy.
Dan leaned toward him with his hands clasped beneath his chin and batted his dark eyelashes with a broad grin. His heart did a flip in his throat and Phil mocked a gag because Felix and Mark would be laughing under their breaths. He didn't want them to notice him blushing, since he quite clearly was; Dan was literally the definition of adorable. Mrs. Gilligan smiled at them as if she were somehow proud of herself and kept calling names. When she finished, the classroom was divided up as she'd commanded. Felix and Mark got way better partners than Phil did; Felix was with Marzia the head cheerleader and Mark got their friend Sean, though everyone called him the Irish Jack, who at least was funny. Phil got Dan the fucking fairy, and Dan's shirt-sleeves were rolled up. Phil needed a cigarette.
"We're going to the gym," Mrs. Gilligan said. The class groaned. "Shush! We're going to spread out and you will read three scenes of the play together. The older in your group is Romeo and the younger is Juliet, but otherwise I don't care which characters you voice. Up, let's go."
Phil grabbed his backpack from his chair and the class migrated outside. Mrs. Gilligan did this a lot, though they normally just sat in circles and read together. Now they were being shooed away from each other, Mrs. Gilligan and a teacher's aide walking around to make sure they were actually doing the work.
Dan sat on the floor with his legs folded underneath him and smirked up at Phil. How he hated that smirk. Phil dropped down more roughly next to him and pulled open the book with a huff.
"So, read to me, Romeo," Dan said in a breathy voice that Phil thought should have been illegal with how much it made him want to push Dan to the ground and make him moan.
"Shut the fuck up," Phil grunted instead.
"That would defeat the purpose of the project."
"I'll force-feed you poison, Juliet," Phil hissed.
Dan raised an eyebrow and leaned closer. "I'd drink it in a heartbeat, Romeo." He was still smirking, and what he said sounded so much more sexual since he had whispered it so closely to Phil's ear.
"I'd enjoy watching you die in horrible agony," Phil sneered.
Dan set his hand on the book, and slipped it from Phil's fingers, and the tiny action almost made him weak at the knees, and grateful that they were sitting down. He was still smirking at him. He flipped through the pages, then locked eyes with him.
"Oh, Romeo, Romeo, wherefore art thou, Romeo?" Dan said softly.
Phil took the book back with a jerk. "I’m right in fucking front of you, fairy."
"No, that's my first line."
Phil was blushing. "Oh."
Dan took it back. "Romeo, wherefore art thou Romeo? Deny thy father and refuse thy name; or, if thou wilt not, be but sworn upon my love, and I'll no longer be a Capulet."
Phil's breath hitched in his throat, because Dan was smiling just slightly and that line… Dan's voice saying my love…
"Your line," Dan said.
Phil looked down. "Um, shall I hear more, or shall I speak at this?"
Dan had a long part next, and it had the famous "what's in a name" line and then it was Phil's turn. "I take thee at thy word; call me but love, and I'll be new baptized; henceforth I never will be Romeo."
"I'll call you 'love' if you'll be Romeo for a night," Dan whispered, his voice soft as he looked up at Phil through his eyelashes.
"Fuck, get off, dude," Phil said, shoving Dan away from him. Dan laughed and they finished the scene, then two more, and Phil was red in the face, he was sure of it. Mrs. Gilligan dismissed them half a minute before the bell rang and Phil nearly ran from Dan because his smirk and his eyes and his husky voice whispering in Phil's ear and Phil couldn't even remember anything more than the words around 'love' because Dan always said that word more softly. He didn't stop to smoke with the guys, he just got in his car and drove home. He took a cold shower but it didn’t help him any, so turned the heat on and masturbated, biting his lip to keep quiet. He could still hear Dan whispering.
Monday morning, Dan was wearing pastel blue. His dress shirt had one button undone, his skinny jeans were one shade darker than his shirt, and his flower crown was crooked. Phil wanted to straighten it. Dan waved to him and smirked when he passed, and Phil gagged again while Felix and Mark laughed.
That afternoon, Dan was leaning against his locker and he was wearing a white tie then, but it was loose and that top button was still undone.
"Romeo, Romeo, wherefore art thou Romeo?" Dan said in his mocking voice and that smirk played tricks on Phil's mind.
"Oh, shut up, you fucking fairy," Phil groaned. "It's enough you're a little girl, why do you have to be so gay?"
Dan winked and lifted himself off the locker, his grin evilly sexual. "Only for you, Romeo," he murmured. He pushed past him and Mark laughed even harder.
"What the fuck," Felix called after Dan's back. "What the actual fuck."
"That's the idea!" Dan didn't even turn around but Phil could hear him smiling.
"Oh, god, I think I might puke," Phil said, "get me away from the gay lord before he kills me."
They walked in the other direction, but Phil's mind was following Dan and his skinny jeans that were just a little too tight on the ass…
Wednesday they had to read the play as a group in English. Mrs. Gilligan for some fucked up reason put Dan as Romeo and Louise Pentland as Juliet. Dan could act, and he put effort into reading Romeo's lines, and when they got to the balcony scene Phil gritted his teeth as Dan professed his Shakespearean love to Louise, and she kept giggling because Dan was just a little bit over the top. Phil's mind drifted back to Friday and Dan's performance of Juliet, but then he had a line and he mispronounced a word, which Dan corrected him on. Phil glared at him.
On Thursday, Dan was leaning against his locker and someone else was with him, and they were speaking in low tones to each other and Phil recognized Dan's flirting stance; his back pressed to the locker doors, one foot forward, a little smirk on his lips. Phil stopped in the middle of the hallway, and he nearly clocked that boy because he didn't get to look at Dan like that.
"Fucking gay fairies," Phil spat as he passed them, and Dan winked. Phil glared at everyone then.
When he saw him on Friday, that boy wasn't there and Dan was wearing lavender with the same white tie he'd worn on Monday. Phil had an urge to grab his tie and pull him to him; he sneered at Dan instead. Dan just grinned at him and left for class.
Phil was frustrated, but mostly sexually. He hated Dan Howell and his desire to pin him to the wall. On Monday, Dan wore pink again but with burgundy skinny jeans and the same flower crown as always. That boy was back, and Phil intentionally rammed his shoulder into him when he passed, then barked at him to watch it and resisted the urge to punch him in the gut. Dan rolled his eyes and grabbed the boy's arm, pulling him away. Phil glared after them, until Felix nudged him and asked if he'd seen some movie that had come out a week ago. Phil didn't really listen.
As Phil was walking out, Dan was by himself at his locker, and Phil was sexually attracted to his wrists. Phil tried to stare straight ahead, but he was doomed to fail as both he and the person he was avoiding were anything but straight. Dan had turned and blew him a kiss.
"Would you fucking stop that?" Phil shot.
"Stop what?" Dan asked innocently. Phil, angry and full of sexual tension, strode towards him, his worst glare on his face and he towered over Dan. A flicker of fear went through Dan's eyes, and it made Phil hesitate.
"You disgust me," Phil said, because he couldn’t think of anything else to say. Dan smelled like roses and the ocean.
"Aw, I'm hurt," Dan said, pouting up at Phil.
Phil glared at him, that scent was muddling his brain. Dan’s pout made him want to push him up against the lockers and bite his lip, then leave a trail of bruises down his neck and feel him get hard against –
"Teach the fairy a lesson!" Felix called abruptly, startling Phil out of his sex-crazed thoughts.
Dan smirked at Phil. "But if he were to teach me a lesson in the middle of the hallway, he'd get in big trouble and they'd hold him back another year."
"You little –” Phil snarled, both the anger and desire to pin him against the wall rising inside him.
Dan's smirk deepened; he stepped back and blew one more kiss. Phil couldn't take his sexual smiles and pursed lips anymore. He surged forward and seized Dan by the front of his shirt; there really was fear in Dan's eyes then as Phil shoved him into the lockers, lifting his feet from the ground, his face inches from Dan's. He heard people behind him chanting "Fight! Fight! Fight!", though actually hitting Dan was the last thing on Phil’s mind just then.
"Do that one more time, you fucking fairy," Phil growled, and half of him hoped that Dan didn’t feel his growing hard on, while the rest of him wished that he would.
Dan's eyes never wavered from Phil’s as he mocked another kiss. Phil finally lost his will to resist. He growled again, this time it not out of anger. He crushed Dan's lips with his own and the chanting suddenly stopped. It took Dan a second to realize he was being kissed rather than beaten before he closed his eyes. Phil pushed his tongue inside Dan’s mouth, and he tasted sweeter than Phil had imagined. He still held him by the collar of his shirt, but now he pressed his whole body into Dan and kept him pinned between himself and the locker doors. He was rough against Dan’s lips and Dan was moaning softly, only just loud enough for Phil to hear and that made everything so much worse.
Phil lifted his lips and dropped Dan; the boy sank against the lockers with a dazed grin on his face.
"Fucking gay fairy," Phil said. Dan locked eyes with him and raised his eyebrows, that sexual smirk growing on his face. Phil looked around, the faces of everyone in the hallway were all stunned, every mouth was open and each eye was wide in shock. For a moment, he too was shocked by himself (Oh shit, I just made out with my nemesis in front of the entire school… Oh fuck I just maDE OUT WITH A BOY IN FRONT OF THE ENTIRE SCHOOL FUCK THEY KNOW I’M GAY), but the rest of him was too preoccupied with how Dan’s lips had felt under his and getting to a place where he could continue roughly kissing Dan without being watched to care. "Oh, fuck off, the lot of you," Phil yelled at them, pissed and scared and defensive and a lot of other emotions. "I can be gay too." He grabbed Dan's hand and tugged him away, shoving through the crowd. He saw the boy who had been flirting with Dan over the week and stopped to glare at him.
"Stay away from my fairy," Phil told him, his voice was menacing and the boy looked afraid for his life as he nodded. Dan still had that dazed grin as they exited the school. Phil pulled him around to the back and immediately lifted him again to pin against the wall. Dan wriggled beneath him, making him growl again; Phil all but attacked Dan's neck, biting gently and sucking on spots that made Dan moan. Dan pulled his mouth back to his, biting his lip; Phil hadn't even realized that Dan had wrapped his legs around him but it made it ten times better when he pressed against him.
He didn't sit with Felix or Mark on Tuesday. They were both shocked and kind of horrified by Phil's display of gayness on the day before, but Phil didn't give enough fucks to fill a pencil box. He sat next to Dan, his arm around him, barely paying attention to any of the teachers. At lunch, instead of following the crowd to the cafeteria he pushed Dan into the bathroom and kissed him in a stall until Dan’s friend PJ came in and told them they had fifteen minutes before the next class if they wanted any lunch. Phil only reluctantly stopped, because his stomach was groaning almost as loudly as Dan had been. Making out with Dan Howell was his new favorite past-time.
In English, Mrs. Gilligan looked at Phil's arm curled possessively around Dan's shoulders and she actually laughed.
"George owes me twenty dollars," she said, talking about the history teacher. "He swore you'd keep up the charade that you didn’t like him until Valentine's Day, Mr. Lester."
Phil dropped his head onto Dan's chest with a groan of embarrassment. Mrs. Gilligan laughed again and told them they got to play Romeo and Juliet that day.
Phil only had one class that Dan wasn't in, and that was Spanish. Dan took French, which Phil thought was a lot sexier, but that meant that he couldn't play with Dan's hair or rub his thumb over his knuckles or whisper sarcastic comments about the class in his ear. Mark and Felix took French too, and it was their last class on Wednesday.
Phil waited at Dan's locker after the bell had rung. He checked his watch eight times in the space of one minute, but Dan was absent. Phil was very impatient, especially after having been separated from his boyfriend for an hour, so he pushed his way through the crowd towards the French classroom at the back of the building. He shoved the door open, expecting Dan to be talking with the teacher because Dan was a fucking nerd.
"What the hell did you do, you faggot!?"
Phil froze only for a second to realize what was happening. Mark had Dan shoved against the wall and Felix was hitting him.
"Did you sell your soul to make him gay too?" Mark said.
"That's the only way Phil would have stooped to your level," Felix spat.
Dan saw him, and there was terror in his eyes. Phil heard the thud of Felix’s hand colliding with Dan’s stomach again, saw Dan gasp for breath as the air was knocked from his lungs and he ran forward; he saw red as he yanked Mark back and hit him as hard as he could in the face. He heard a loud CRACK and blood gushed from Mark's nose. Phil kicked him in the stomach, causing him to fall to the ground. Felix was already backing away, because Phil was always the one to beat the shit out of people and Felix knew it. Felix was scrawny, tiny compared to Phil’s biceps that were bigger than Felix’s head and 6 foot two enraged frame. He grabbed the front of Felix's shirt and slammed him into a desk.
"Back the fuck off!" Phil yelled. "You stay the hell away from him or I will fucking murder you." He threw Felix away, and he crashed into a chair. Phil kicked at Mark again, but Mark scrambled up and ran away, stumbling out of the room. Felix had hit his head rather hard, it seemed, as he ran into another desk as he fled. Phil's breathing was heavy from rage.
He turned around; Dan was slumped against the floor pinching his nose. Phil dropped to his knees, pulling him into his arms. Dan was limp, bruises already developing on his arms. Phil ripped part of his shirt off and pressed it to Dan's nose.
"That's your favorite shirt," Dan mumbled.
"Shh," Phil whispered. "It's fine, babe."
Dan was holding his ribs with his left arm, and Phil guessed he suffered from at least one bruised rib; he slipped an arm under his knees and lifted him up, cradling him gently. He carried him to the nurse's office, but it was empty so Phil took Dan to his car and pulled a first aid kit from his trunk.
"I'm so sorry," Phil said, pressing an ice-pack to Dan's eye, "I'm so sorry those assholes did this to you."
Dan only shook his head. There was blood on his shirt, and the bit of Phil's shirt was already soaked with the blood coming from Dan's nose. Phil softly kissed Dan's lips. His lower lip was bloody and cracked as well.
"I'll kill them," Phil said.
"You'd get caught and arrested, and what good would that do?"
Phil squeezed Dan's hands. "I'm so sorry, my fairy."
Dan looked at him, and he tried to smile but his split lip seemed to make it painful. "Look at that," he mumbled. "I'm your fairy."
Phil let out a short laugh. "Um, yeah, you are." He kissed Dan's forehead. "Let me take you back to my place, so you can get cleaned up." Dan just nodded, and Phil helped him sit back in the passenger seat before going around to get in the driver's seat. His home wasn't far; once he'd stopped the car he went to open Dan's door and put his arm around his waist to hold him up. Dan leaned on his shoulder, still clutching the bit of Phil's shirt to his bleeding nose. Phil's parents were both at work, and his older brother had been at university since September, so he took Dan up to his room and had him sit on the bed.
"Stay there," he commanded, and Dan just nodded again. He went to find a better stocked first aid kit and got some washcloths and a bowl of warm water. He gave Dan a washcloth to hold to his nose, and Phil started unbuttoning Dan's shirt.
"Am I too clothed for you, Romeo?" Dan mumbled. Phil went pink and shook his head.
"You've got blood on it," he told him. Dan shrugged it off and Phil tossed it towards his door. He took another washcloth and dipped in the water to wash the last of the blood off of Dan's hands. His nosebleed had stopped, and Phil wiped his face clean. Dan leaned against him, his arms going around his waist, and Phil kissed the top of his head.
"I'm so sorry," Phil whispered again.
"Stop apologizing," Dan muttered. "You saved me."
Phil had no clue how to respond, so he just kissed Dan's forehead again and held him closer.
"Can we lie down?" Dan asked, his voice soft. "My head hurts."
"Oh, let me get you some Advil." He let go of Dan and ran into the bathroom. He grabbed a pill bottle from a cupboard and went back to his room, where Dan had laid down on Phil's bedspread and was hugging one of Phil's pillows.
"I might get a little bit of blood all over your stuff," Dan told him.
"I don't care," Phil replied, shaking out two pills to hand to his boyfriend. There was a partially full glass of water on Phil's nightstand and Dan drank half of it. Then he lay down and held up his arms. Phil flicked the light off, then climbed up behind him and slipped an arm beneath his waist, then pulled him tight against his chest. It wasn't long before Dan fell asleep, and Phil began to gently stroke his hair because he still couldn't believe that he got to hold Dan.
Phil eventually fell asleep too, and that was how his mother found them some time later. Phil blearily opened an eye to see his mum standing in the doorway, her hands pressed to her mouth. For a second Phil panicked, thinking that her face was horrified by his arms around a boy, but then he saw that she was smiling behind her hands. Besides, his parents knew he was gay; they'd known longer than Phil had known.
"Mum?" he said groggily, only half sitting up to not disturb Dan.
"You've got a boyfriend!" his mother whispered excitedly.
"Go away!" Phil hissed, his face going red but his mother just laughed. She didn't notice the slight bruises Dan had in the dark of Phil's room, just that Dan was there and not wearing a shirt. His mother practically giggled as she left the room, and Phil flopped back onto his bed and hugged Dan closer. He stirred slightly, then shifted and turned round to face Phil.
"Hi," he murmured. Dan's breath fell on Phil's neck and it made him suck in his own breath.
"Hi, fairy," Phil said quietly, kissing Dan's nose.
"I'm a fucking fairy," Dan mumbled with a sleepy grin. Phil chuckled.
"My fucking fairy," Phil corrected.
Dan giggled and pecked his lips. "I'm your fucking fairy!"
"You're insane."
"I don't care." Dan snuggled into Phil's chest and Phil's hands rested on Dan's shoulder blades, and they were very nice shoulder blades. Phil reached for Dan's face and tilted it up to kiss him.
"Philip!"
Phil scowled against Dan's lips, then pulled back and looked up at his dad in the doorway. His father flicked the light on and Phil blinked at the attack on his retinas.
"You've got rules about this room, haven't you?" his dad said. "Especially,” his father wagged a scolding finger, “about being half-naked."
"Dan's not half naked!" Phil protested.
"This is a no sex house, Philip."
"Dad, we were just cuddling, oh my god."
Phil's father looked at him suspiciously. "I expect you two downstairs, and you ought to invite your boyfriend to stay for dinner because you have explaining to do, young man."
Phil was red in the face and Dan was laughing silently into his chest. Phil's father shook a scolding finger at them, then walked away. Phil sighed and looked at Dan.
"I would like to apologize," he said. "My dad is fucking weird."
"I think he's trying to avoid the subject of fucking, Phil."
"Oh, shut up," Phil said, letting go of Dan and slipping off the bed. "Call your parents and ask if you can stay for dinner."
"Can I have one of your shirts?"
Phil nodded, he was already opening a drawer. He pulled one out and tossed it to Dan. He tugged it over his head, and Phil felt like pinning him against the bed because he looked very sexy in a Black Veil Brides shirt. Phil wasn't even sure why he had that shirt because it just had Andy Biersack looking fierce with angel wings, but at the moment he did not care because damn, Daniel was hot.
"Um, come on, we should go downstairs," Phil said, clearing his throat. Dan got off of Phil's bed and approached him. He put his arms around Phil's neck and leaned his head back, smiling up at him. Why the hell did that make it difficult for Phil to breathe?
"I find it funny that your dad immediately tells you that you're not allowed to have sex and he doesn't even know my name," Dan said.
"I'm not allowed to have sex in the house," Phil corrected softly.
"Well, look at that, Romeo," Dan whispered. Phil kissed him before he could keep whispering in that soft voice of his, until Phil's dad yelled for them to come downstairs. Dan giggled at Phil's red face, then followed him to the ground floor. Dan texted his mom, who said he could stay for dinner because she would be working late anyway and apparently his dad was on a business trip to New York. Phil looked at him and asked how he could forget that one of his parents had left the country.
"It's not hard when you're around, Romeo," Dan told him. Phil's mum laughed because Phil's face wouldn't even fade from red to pink anymore.
His parents practically interrogated Dan, wanting to know all about their little boy's boyfriend. Phil just hoped his mother wouldn't break out the baby pictures and that his dad wouldn't remind them they couldn’t have sex in the house. That was a very sensitive topic ever since Martyn's high school days. His mum still shuddered thinking about it.
After dinner, Phil drove Dan home. He lived on the other side of school, in a little house with just one floor. Dan took him around back because he didn't have a key to the front door.
"It's a mess," Dan said, pausing by the door.
"I don't care," Phil replied.
"Like a giant mess. My mum doesn't pick up her work stuff and neither does my dad."
"What do they do?"
"Advertising," Dan said. "That's why my dad's in New York, pitching to a company." He unlocked the door, and had to hit it with his hip to get it open. He stepped inside, flicking on a light switch. Dan's kitchen wasn't messy, but when they moved into the dining room Phil saw the mess. There were papers pinned to the walls, scattered on every surface, and boxes of office supplies and books on the floor.
"This is their office practically," Dan said to Phil, "since there's just one floor and only a few rooms."
Phil nodded and Dan went through a door on the right. "Mum?" he called. He parted a blind to look outside. "She's not home yet."
"Er, are your parents like mine at all?"
"Not really, I don't think. Why? You want to have sex?" Dan asked with a smirk.
Phil went red but he rolled his eyes. "Well, yes, eventually. But my parents' don't like teenagers being alone in a house."
"Your parents are weirdly strict," Dan said with a raised eyebrow.
"Yeah, well, my older brother nearly got a girl pregnant a couple years ago and they've been paranoid ever since."
Dan raised an eyebrow. "Are they worried you'll get me pregnant?" Phil gave him a scornful look.
"Shut up," he muttered. Dan chuckled, then stepped forward and slipped his arms around him.
"Thank you," he murmured. "For rescuing me."
Phil kissed the top of Dan's head. "Any time," he whispered.
Dan smiled against Phil's shirt. Phil inhaled deeply the smell of his hair, the ocean and roses; it was a scent intoxicating, filling him with euphoria as if it was heroin.
“What time do you have to be home by?” Dan asked him.
“Erm, before midnight, I think. I dunno, that’s the one thing they’re not strict about.”
“My mum won’t be back for at least an hour.”
“Yeah?” Phil murmured, a smile growing on his face. Dan was already pressing against him closely, and his voice was that soft tone that drove Phil wild.
“Wanna get wrecked at Mario Kart?”
Phil laughed, half because he wasn’t expecting it and half because it was exactly what Dan would say. “I wouldn’t say I would want to be wrecked, but I’m pretty shit at Mario Kart.”
Dan left his embrace, instead grabbing his hand and tugging him into the next room. Phil dropped onto the sofa while Dan turned on the TV and Wii. “I’m rather incredible at Mario Kart,” Dan said over his shoulder; he handed Phil a controller and sat down beside him.
“Are you, now?” Phil questioned.
“Yep. Got magic fingers, y’know.”
Phil blushed and Dan winked at him; Phil wondered how that much sexualness could fit into Dan’s small body. Without reason, he also wondered how that small body would feel underneath him; that was mostly why his face became even redder.
Dan was indeed incredible at Mario Kart, and Phil lost each round to him until Dan suggested they form a team, with Dan driving and Phil throwing items, at which point they began to destroy all the NPC’s. They won the next campaign, and as their kart made its victory rounds on the last track, Dan put an arm around Phil and kissed him on the cheek.
“You’re decent,” he said, flashing his dimples at Phil.
“Well, you’re good,” Phil shot back.
“I’m brilliant.”
“Possibly.”
“I’ve got nimble hands.”
Phil’s breath hitched and he went red; Dan was leaning on his shoulders, and in the dim light cast by the TV screen, his skin was washed pink and his wrists, always on Phil’s mind, looked like they had been carved by Michelangelo.
Dan glanced at him, his smile warm with dimples; “Shall we play more or a different game?”
Phil dropped his controller, instead slipping his hands around Dan’s waist and drawing him closer for a soft kiss. Dan’s lips tasted sweet from the ice cream they’d had after dinner, like French vanilla and Hershey’s syrup. The kiss was sweet as the taste, not fast or intense like every other kiss they’d had. This kiss held warmth in it, warmth that reminded him of buttered rum that he’d once tasted at a family gathering. Dan’s arms held his waist loosely, his lips smiling as they pressed against Phil’s. Phil pulled back, then rested his forehead against Dan’s. Phil could get lost in Dan’s eyes, in pools of gold flecked chocolate. Phil brushed his knuckles across his cheek, and Dan’s eyes fluttered shut.
“Dan? I’m home!”
Dan’s mother had the worst timing; Dan jolted back, then jumped up from the couch like he was escaping a snake and darted to the entrance of the sitting room, leaving Phil with his hand still raised.
“Hi, Mum!” Dan said, his voice just a touch higher than normal. Phil stood up, pushing his hands into his pockets awkwardly. Dan’s mother stepped into the foyer, and her eyes landed on Phil.
“Hello,” she said to Dan, but she sounded distracted; Dan gave her a quick hug and she kissed his cheek, her eyes flicking back to Phil. “Who’s your friend?”
“Um, this is Phil,” Dan said, not looking back at him. Phil could hear in his voice that something was wrong. “I texted you earlier that I was having dinner at a friend’s house.”
“Oh, yes, of course.” Mrs. Howell moved around Dan and held out a hand to Phil; he extracted one from his pocket and shook hers. “Lovely to meet you, Phil.” There was something uneasy about her smile.
“Pleasure to meet you, Mrs. Howell,” Phil said, giving her a friendly smile. Dan was staring at his feet now.
His mother released his hand and turned back to Dan. “Sweetheart, I’ve got an early meeting tomorrow and I’m afraid can’t drive you to school.”
Dan looked disappointed, but not surprised. “It’s fine, I’ll take the bus.”
“I could – ,” Phil began but as Mrs. Howell looked back to him, Dan lifted his gaze and he quickly shook his head. Phil faltered, and Dan’s mother raised her eyebrows.
“Yes?”
“Never mind,” Phil mumbled, looking down. “I actually should be going home, it’s late. I’ll see you at school, Dan.”
“Bye Phil,” Dan said, his voice was pleasant but guarded as well.
“Bye, then,” Mrs. Howell said. Phil showed himself to the back door, but as he opened it, he heard Mrs. Howell’s voice whispering: “I don’t like the look of him, Dan.”
Phil shut the door as gently as he could, resisting an urge to slam it. He didn’t want to hear what Dan’s reply would be; he strode to his car and got in, shutting the door firmly. He sparked the engine, and drove away. Phil exhaled very slowly; the ten minute drive felt like an hour, and by the time he parked in front of his house, his hands had begun to shake. He could guess what was wrong. He couldn’t be sure.
Phil’s voice beeped, and he snatched it up to check it.
from Fairy < 3: I’m not out to my parents.
Phil let out a hiss of breath and his head fell back against the seat. He had been right. He sat there for a moment, trying to think how to respond. He finally replied with simply It’s okay because he knew that if he took any longer Dan would worry. Phil popped open the door, unfolded his lanky frame from the car, and walked up to his front door with his hands pushed into the pockets of his jeans.
“Phil?” his mother called as he opened the door.
“Yeah, I’m back.”
“Does Dan live very far away?”
“No, we just stopped to play video games until his mum got home.”
Phil’s mother came out of the kitchen, wiping her hands on a towel. As her eyes met his, her expression fell. “Are you alright, sweetheart?”
“Yeah,” Phil brushed it off, giving his mother a smile. “It’s fine.”
His mother had that expression that clearly said that she didn’t believe him, but that she was trying to. “Alright then,” she said. “You ought to get to sleep, there’s still school tomorrow.”
“Yeah,” he said again. He took the stairs two at a time before she could say anything else. Phil didn’t bother changing, he just collapsed onto the bed and stared up at the ceiling. Then he grabbed the pillow beside him and hugged it to his face, because it still smelled like Dan.
Phil woke up before his alarm, but he lay there in the darkness until it went off in that early morning sludge where you reassess your life and wonder if it really is worth it to get out of bed. He switched off his alarm and pushed back the blankets because he knew he had to get up, he had to talk to Dan. He changed his clothes, and dropped the ones he’d slept in in the hamper behind his door. He stopped, spotting the shirt Dan had left on his floor. He picked it up and ran his fingers over it, inhaling the faint scent of Dan and dried blood. He dropped it into his hamper, thinking that he would have to wash it later. Phil brushed his teeth before going down to the first floor, his phone, wallet, and keys in the pockets of his cargo pants.
“Morning!” his mother said.
“Morning,” Phil mumbled. He grabbed a cereal box and a bowl, preparing his breakfast.
“Remember, it’s taco night tonight so don’t spend all day with your lovely new boyfriend.”
Phil nodded; his family went to a local Mexican restaurant every other Thursday night, but his mother always reminded him despite the fact that it had been his idea in the first place.
“Morning, all!” Phil’s father called. “I’ve got to rush, Catherine, Dave’s stuck me with the timesheets this week.”
“Come and get your breakfast first!”
Phil’s dad entered the kitchen and took the eggs and toast his mother offered him. “Have a lovely day, dear,” she told him as he kissed her cheek.
“You too,” he replied. “Have a good day, son.”
Phil waved as his dad left through the kitchen door. He leaned against the counter to eat his cereal, only half listening to his mother talking about a client she wasn’t looking forward to dealing with later that day. She worked in a pet store as a groomer, and there was apparently one lady who wanted her poodle to look precisely like a marshmallow. Phil put his bowl and spoon in the dishwasher as soon as he was finished and gave his mum a quick hug.
“I’ve got to go,” he said. “I’ll see you later.”
“Have a good day!”
Phil walked out to his car, he checked his phone, and as he unlocked the driver’s side door, he saw a text from Dan.
from Fairy< 3: I actually think I’d like a ride
Phil raised an eyebrow, pausing to reply before starting the engine.
to Fairy < 3: wouldn’t ur mum not be happy?
from Fairy 3: She left an hour ago
That was all the incentive he needed. Phil sent him a yes and turned the key in the ignition. He went over the speed limit in more than one place in his hurry.
He went to the back door, and knocked. Dan opened it, and stepped outside, shutting the door behind him. He was wearing a lavender jumper that morning, white jeans and flat white earrings as well as his usual white and lavender flower crown. Phil had to admit that he found Dan’s look pretty sexy. He waited until after Dan had locked the back door before hugging him.
“Hi,” he murmured.
Dan buried his face in Phil’s shirt, which meant that his “hello” was muffled. Phil slipped a finger beneath Dan’s chin and tilted it up so he could kiss him.
“I’m sorry,” Dan said before Phil could lower his head.
“About what?”
“Not telling you that I’m still in the closet.”
“You’re not really in the closet,” Phil said. “Just ducking back into it when your parents come around.”
That made Dan smile, and Phil got to kiss him. “I don’t mind,” Phil continued. “I get it.”
“I’m glad you were okay with coming out,” Dan said. “I know how scary it is and I'm glad that you didn’t run away after you kissed me.”
Phil chuckled, blushing slightly. “I think I less came out of the closet and more jumpscared everyone like a fucking Freddy Fazbear or something.”
Dan laughed, and Phil’s smile grew sweeter. “It was rather startling. I did think you were about to beat the shit out of me.”
“Yeah, sorry about that.”
Dan pecked his lips, smiling wide enough to produce dimples. “I forgive you, Romeo.”
“Then shall we sojourn to school, my fucking fairy?” Phil suggested. Dan giggled.
“You don’t have the nerdiness to pull off ‘sojourn’,” Dan said as they walked to his car.
“That’s what you think,” Phil corrected. He opened Dan’s door out of habit, and Dan smiled warmly at him. Before shutting it, Phil leaned in and added: “I’m secretly a giant nerd.”
Dan’s laughter was his favorite song.
As Phil pulled out of the driveway, he glanced sideways at Dan. He was sitting with his hands in his lap, looking at the road with a content expression. Phil reached over and took one of his hands, giving it a squeeze. Dan looked back at him and smiled.
"It really is okay," Phil reminded him. "About your family. Don't feel pressured to come out to them just because of me."
Dan's smile changed, becoming perhaps a little sadder and yet sweeter. "Thank you, Phil. That means a lot to me, actually."
"You're welcome," Phil replied, then added with a wink: "Any time you find yourself home alone, though, you call me."
Dan laughed again, and Phil smirked. "I'll keep that in mind," Dan said, his laughter bleeding into his words.
Phil gave him a little smile, his gaze switching back to the road. He kept holding Dan's hand; it was a lot smaller than Phil's, he realized. Dan in general was smaller than him. It felt good to hold his hand, as if it fit better than any other hand would have. Not that Phil had a lot of experience holding hands with people; Dan was the first boy he'd acted on his attraction to, but he'd dated a few girls briefly during the years at high school to boost his reputation and ego. Hand-holding though, that wasn't part of it.
They arrived at school just as the last of the school buses were emptying. Phil parked the car in his normal spot, and noticed Mark's sedan a few rows away. It wasn't actually Mark's car, of course, it was his dad's that he was occasionally given permission to drive. That was probably the only reason Phil didn't stab one of the tires with his switchblade; Mark's dad was a decent person, unfortunately unlike his son. Phil opened Dan's door for him again, and coiled an arm around his waist protectively as they began to walk towards the school entrance.
“Think Mrs. Gilligan will have us be Romeo and Juliet in English again today?” Dan asked.
“Possibly,” Phil replied, half listening at that point. He’d spotted Mark and Felix standing near the doors, talking with some of their other friends in low voices. Dan saw them too and pressed a little closer into Phil’s side. Emma, one of his few female friends, elbowed Mark in the ribs and pointed to them. Mark looked up, before glancing back at Emma. Emma looked angry with him, and judging from the looks she was giving Felix she was angry at him too. Irish Jack said something to them, which Joe seemed to take offense to.
“What are they talking about?” Dan muttered.
“I don’t know,” Phil said. “I don’t really care.”
“Phil!”
He looked back at Emma’s voice calling him. “What?” he shouted.
“Come here!”
“Fuck off!”
“Come here now!”
Phil sighed, “She’s not going to stop until I go over there.”
“Should I come too?”
“Yeah, I don’t want to let you out of my sight.”
Dan giggled softly, and Phil and he made their way over to where they were standing. “What do you want?” he asked bluntly.
“Mark and Felix have something to say to you,” Emma said, looking at them. Mark was staring at his feet and Felix at the school’s header. “Boys...” Emma said warningly.
“We’re sorry,” Mark mumbled, and it sounded like it pained him. “We’re homophobic assholes and deserve to be drawn and quartered.”
“Em told you to say that,” Phil said.
“How’d you know?” Mark finally looked up, slightly confused.
“You don’t know what drawn and quartered means.”
Mark considered this, then shrugged. “I don’t.”
“You do deserve it though,” Phil snapped.
“Phil,” Dan whispered.
“What?” he asked, looking down at him. “They do!”
“They’re apologizing.”
“That doesn’t change the fact that they’re homophobic assholes.”
“We’re trying not to be,” Felix said. “We still want to be your friends and support your life choices.”
“You don’t want to be friends with me, you want to be friends with my car and my PlayStation and the cigarettes I can buy,” Phil retorted. “You can fuck off, the both of you. I’m not interested in anything you have to say.”
Mark looked to Emma with an expression of “I told you he’d say that!”. Emma rolled her eyes at Mark.
“He doesn’t have to forgive you, you just had to apologize,” she told him. “You can run off now, go on.”
“But – ”
“Run along, little asshole!” Phil said. “Before I beat the shit out of you again.”
Felix gave him the middle finger, and he and Mark pushed past the rest of the group to enter the school building. Phil looked around at the rest of them, scanning each face; Emma, Jack, Joe, Tyler, and Luke all looked back at him seriously.
“If any of you’ve still got a problem with Dan,” he began, “you can walk away now. As long as you leave us alone, I’ll leave you alone but if you so even twitch in Dan’s direction, I swear I’ll break every bone in your bodies.”
“We don’t care, mate,” Jack said.
“Honestly, I was getting tired of waiting for you to make a move,” Tyler announced.
“Shut up, Tyler,” Phil said, but he didn’t mean it. Tyler was the only other person he’d been out to before he’d kissed Dan, mostly because Tyler was just as openly gay as Dan. Truth be told, he’d felt comfortable being out to Tyler because Tyler was one of his best friends apart from Mark and Felix. And considering since Mark and Felix were homophobic assholes, that made Tyler his best friend.
“We support you and your gayness,” Emma told him with a firm nod, her short purple hair jostling in the breeze of her movement. “It does not matter to us.”
“Mark and Felix will come along,” Joe spoke up. “They’re just startled, and probably jealous now that you’ve got someone you’ll be spending more time with.”
“They’re both assholes,” Phil said with a shrug. “I don’t care if they never speak to me again.”
“Yeah, but Mark will probably be your best man at your wedding once he’s pulled his head out of his ass,” Joe shot. Phil rolled his eyes.
“IF he ever pulls his head out of his ass,” Luke snorted.
“It is a very nice ass,” Tyler commented.
Both Luke and Joe facepalmed, but the rest of the group laughed, even Phil. But then the bell was ringing, and they had to move inside to get to their first class. Phil had to admit that he felt better that his friends were with him, even if Mark and Felix weren’t. Sure, Mark and Felix had always been assholes and painfully straight, but they had been his closest friends for a long while. They were the ones who’d convinced him to get his first tattoo, and had been there for him when he got held back the year before. But they’d both been homophobic all along, even if he hadn’t realized it or just ignored it, and it was good now that he had come out and distanced himself from them. It would be good. He’d just have to stop feeling betrayed first.
After their last class – English, in which they finally bid Romeo and Juliet farewell –, Phil led Dan from the building back to his car, an arm around his waist with his hand in Dan's back pocket. He didn't care that people were still staring and whispering; the people that mattered to him didn't care, and that was all he bothered to think about. Let the peasants stare, he thought. It would prove his good fortune.
“So what do you want to do?” Phil asked his boyfriend after they'd gotten into his car and exited the school parking lot.
“What d’you mean?” Dan asked him.
“I dunno, do you want to go home, do you want to go back to my house, do you want to go wander the streets of this pathetic town?”
Dan let out a soft laugh, his smile forming dimples in his cheeks. “Let's just go back to my house, we're guaranteed privacy until at least seven.”
Phil grinned at him. “I like that plan.”
Dan shot him a dimpled smile, then he took out his phone and unlocked it, pulling up his music. “What do you want to listen to?”
“Whatever you're in the mood for, babe,” Phil replied with ease.
“If you insist,” Dan said with a smirk; he found a song and set the phone on the dashboard. Phil frowned at the opening notes, it was a soft tune, definitely electronic but not quite pop.
“What is this?” he asked.
“Melanie Martinez,” he replied, but left it at that.
“I'm frosting, I don't need a man to make my life sweet. Prince charming just isn't the one that I think I need.”
Phil raised a studded eyebrow, wondering if Dan was sending him a musical message.
“You're thirsty, you think I give out my shit for free? I'm bursting out laughing at idiocy, ehhehe.”
“What is this?” Phil asked with a laugh.
“Just listen!” Dan hushed him. Phil shook his head, but he was still smiling.
“I need a gingerbread man, the one I'll feed. A gingerbread man, the one I'll eat.”
Phil raised both eyebrows then. He was perfectly willing to be Dan's gingerbread man in that situation.
“One who's always crazy, never calls me baby; that's the one that I want, all you boys are not him.”
Phil let out another chuckle, rolling the car to a stop at a red light, and looked back at his boyfriend. “Are you trying to tell me something, fairy?”
“Only if you're listening, Romeo,” answered Dan with a soft smirk.
Phil’s lips curled in a smirk of his own, turning back to face the road. He moved his foot from the brake pedal to the gas, accelerating gently.
“I'm the icing covering his body. I wanna hold him so close, so tightly. Baby how do I put this politely; love me hard, and don't be nice please. I wanna feel your crumbs all over my body. I wanna break you into pieces like me. Baby, don't be so scared of biting. Wanna eat each other into nothing.”
Phil looked over at Dan, a wide grin taking over his face. “Y'know, I like this song,” he said.
Dan laughed. “I hoped you would.”
Phil turned back to the road with a smirk, wishing that Dan's house wasn't so far away.
Phil did his best not to speed, but he still had them back at Dan's house within half an hour. He put the car in park then turned the key in the ignition. Phil opened his door and jumped out, running around to the other side to open Dan's door before he even released his seat-belt.
“Look at that,” Dan said with a little laugh, “a gentleman.”
“Wait til we get inside,” Phil replied with a smirk. He held out his hand to Dan, who took it with a smile; Phil pulled him close quickly, one arm encircling his waist and pinning him to his chest, and traced a finger down his jaw. “I'm not planning on being so gentlemanly then.”
“Oh?” Dan murmured, fluttering his eyelashes with a sultry smile.
Phi lowered his lips to whisper in his ear. “I'd love to be your gingerbread man.”
Dan grinned, a little blush filling his cheeks. “What an excellent idea, Romeo,” he breathed, pressing his body tightly to Phil's. He pecked his lips, then stole away, darting towards the house and privacy. Phil quickly locked his car with his remote key then slammed the door shut and ran after Dan. He found the back door open, and pulled it closed behind him.
“Dan?” Phil called.
“Here, Romeo,” answered Dan. Phil followed the sound into the kitchen, where Dan was standing with his hands clasped patiently behind his back and an expectant smile curling his pink lips.
“I've been looking forward to this,” Phil said, striding forward. “The thought of you has kept me up late so many nights.”
“Naughty boy, Romeo,” Dan purred. “Don't you know it's rude to dream of someone and never tell them?”
“I'm telling you now, aren't I?” Phil murmured, taking another step closer.
“What have you dreamt?” Dan asked in a whisper.
“Of kissing you hard enough to bruise,” answered Phil in a low, deep voice. “Of pinning you beneath me and making you squirm, leaving the bite marks all over your body, of making you scream my name until your throat is raw and longer, while I fuck you to heaven and back.”
“How long have you been dreaming?” Dan asked in a breathy whisper.
Phil slipped his arms around Dan's waist, locking them in place and Dan against his chest. “Since before I can remember. Since I first saw you,” Phil pressed his lips to Dan's jaw, then to his ear and he arched his neck so Phil nuzzled his nose against Dan's neck, “in your tight white jeans and long sweater sleeves and this damn flower crown; all I've wanted is to rip it all off you.”
“Do it,” mumbled Dan; his eyes were closed and his mouth open, and Phil could already feel that Dan was hard, so he squeezed his arms tighter to press even closer against him and the feeling of him made Phil’s blood surge faster and downward. “God, Phil, fuck me until I scream.”
“Gladly, my fairy,” Phil whispered, his heart beating even faster now. “Where's your room?”
“I don't even know anymore Phil,” muttered Dan. Phil chuckled, pressing another kiss to Dan's jaw. He bent and slipped his arms under Dan's knees, lifting him up in a cradle. He glanced at the tent in Dan's jeans, then grinned at him as he stepped out of the kitchen, into the paper covered office.
“That door,” Dan said, gesturing vaguely towards an ajar door to the right. “Hurry.”
Phil smirked; he stepped over a box and kicked the door open with his foot. Dan shut it behind him, then he locked his hands behind Phil's head and kissed him, quick and needy. Phil gave him a chuckle from somewhere deep in his throat, and Dan moaned softly in response.
Phil barely looked around the room before spotting Dan's bed; he tossed Dan onto it, who gasped a little then laughed. Phil knelt over him, straddling his hips, and kissed his lips roughly, pushing his tongue into Dan's mouth. Dan gripped his hair, letting out little moans; his hips bucked against Phil's, so Phil softly pressed down against him. He trailed his lips in open mouthed kisses from Dan's mouth to his jaw and down to his neck; Phil pulled at the top of Dan's jumper and sucked on his collarbone, becoming more and more riled by each of Dan's moans.
“I want to eat you like a gingerbread man,” Phil murmured. “I want to mark every inch of your skin.”
Dan grabbed his lips again, kissing him with a need that Phil felt in his bones. Phil's hands caught the bottom hem of Dan's sweater and dragged it upward, his hands ran over Dan chest and he felt the racing beat of his heart. He pulled it up and over Dan's head, then lowered his mouth to kiss and suck hickeys into his skin.
“Oh god, Phil,” Dan breathed, his whispered words stirring heat further into Phil.
“I want to fuck you until you blackout from pleasure, my fairy,” Phil mumbled; he set his mouth over Dan's collar bone and gently bit at the skin, then sucked hard.
“Do it, Phil, oh, just do it,” muttered Dan.
“Where's your lube?” asked Phil, already pulling his wallet from his jeans and fumbling to take out the condom he kept in it.
“Under the bed,” Dan mumbled.
“You just stay there, fairy,” Phil said, lifting himself off of Dan and dropping to the floor to look.
“I'm waiting,” Dan said.
“Patience, Danny,” Phil commanded. He spotted a box among books and piles of clothes and pulled it out to look in it.
“I'm not any good with patience, Phil,” Dan sighed.
Phil raised an eyebrow and smirked at the box's contents; he and Dan would have to play with those later. He grabbed the lube and shoved the box back under the bed-skirt. He straightened, then smiled down at Dan lying before him, his chest rising and falling rapidly with his panting breath, his jeans straining at the clasp. Phil knelt on the bed again, and, dropping the tube, placed his hands on Dan's waist. He ran them up over his chest, then down to the top of his jeans. With deft fingers, he unbuttoned them and pulled the zip down. Dan's eyes fluttered shut as Phil pulled away the fabric blocking him.
“You're so beautiful, Dan,” Phil whispered, leaning down and kissing his lips. “You're fucking beautiful like a fucking fairy.”
“Then fuck me, Romeo,” Dan murmured. “Don't be nice.”
Phil laughed softly. “I'm not nice,” he muttered, then dragged his lips down from Dan's, down, sucking and biting at his skin. He made a work of art with his lips, drawing on alabaster skin flushed with blood. Then again, Dan already was a work of art.
Dan trembled before him, his moans filled the air and Phil's brain. Phil whispered words of filthy pleasure to him as he jerked him off, then turned him over and drove Dan to cry aloud Phil's name.
Phil balled up and tossed aside the used condom, looking down at Dan lying on his side from where he'd fallen after Phil had pulled out. He was panting, his bare sweaty chest rising and falling in rapid succession, and a broad grin of satisfaction brought out his dimples.
“Phil, after that, I'm never ever letting go of you,” Dan murmured. Phil smirked and bent over him to press his lips to Dan's.
“Perfectly fine with me, fairy,” Phil whispered against his lips.
Dan grinned again, linking his arms around Phil's neck. Phil kissed him again, softer this time, then pulled back to admire the marks he'd left on Dan's skin.
“You're going to have to wear a turtleneck or something if you don't want your mum seeing all this,” Phil said with a chuckle, running his finger from a bruise at the crevice of his neck and shoulder to another hickey at his collarbone, to a third on his chest.
“Yeah, probably,” Dan mumbled with a slightly crestfallen expression. “But tomorrow I'm going to show these off.”
Phil's lips curled in a smug smirk. “I like that plan,” he murmured.
“But I didn't get to leave many marks on you,” Dan said with a pout.
Phil laughed, then lifted himself off of Dan and flopped onto his side. “Jealous much, my fairy?”
Dan pushed himself up to a sitting position, his hands slipping to Phil's chest and resting at his shoulders.
“Y’know, it's not quite fair, this situation,” he murmured.
“Why's that?” Phil asked.
“Well, I'm completely exposed, but you're still wearing all this,” Dan answered with sulking eyes, gesturing to Phil’s sleeveless shirt and the boxers he’d put back on just a moment before.
Phil's lip curled in a smirk. “What are you going to do about it?”
“Hmmm…” Dan trailed a finger from Phil's shoulder to his chest, then down to his navel. “I'd like to even out the situation.” He hooked a finger underneath the hem of Phil's shirt and dragged it upward, slowly, running his fingers over the curve of his stomach to his chest. Phil's breathing quickened again, as Dan pressed his palm against the middle of his chest. Phil grabbed his shirt and yanked it over his head, making Dan chuckle. “Didn’t I hear something about patience earlier, Romeo?” he murmured with a slight smile of wicked intentions.
“Fuck patience,” Phil growled, slipping his hands around Dan’s neck and pulling him down to kiss him. Dan’s lips slanted on his own, and Phil felt his fingers creeping down from his chest towards his stomach. The sensation, the faintest touch, sent delightful shivers down his spine to where it felt best. When Dan’s hands came to a stop at Phil’s boxers, he slipped his mouth away to Phil’s neck, where he immediately began to suck in a bruise. Dan’s hand travelled further, and Phil pressed upward against it, making Dan laugh. Phil’s eyes were closed, his muscles tense with the sensations. Dan’s hand dipped down, gently caressing his skin, then pushed aside the fabric. His lips moved to Phil’s ear and he bit down on the helix of his cartilage, making a clink of teeth and metal. His fingers were cold but felt perfect; Phil gave a growl from the back of his throat, and Dan kissed his jaw line.
“Does that feel good, Romeo?” Dan murmured against his ear.
Phil didn’t trust himself to speak in any recognizable language, so he nodded quickly. Dan laughed softly again and touched his lips to his jaw again, this time in an open mouth kiss. Phil caught his lips with his own and Dan bit his lip, making Phil grin.
“You sure are a biter, fairy,” Phil mumbled.
“Hmm, you love it,” Dan replied with a little giggle.
“Hell yeah I do,” Phil muttered. Dan pulled back, making Phil sit up a little, but Dan pressed down on his shoulder with a smirk.
“I’m not through kissing you, don’t worry,” he said. He lowered his mouth once more, and Phil shut his eyes and moaned.
“Dan,” he breathed, not even knowing what he wanted to say.
“Shhh,” admonished his fairy, his heavenly fairy, “I’m busy.”
“Oh, you’re incredible.”
“You like this?”
“Fuck yes.”
“Good,” Dan nearly purred; his voice alone set a fire blazing through Phil’s mind.
Something beeped nearby, however both boys ignored it; rather, neither of them heard it. Phil could think of nothing but Dan’s lips.
“Dan,” he murmured, “Dan, I’m – god – I’m about to come…”
“Well, good, I’d like to be rewarded for all my hard work.” Dan flashed him his dimples; Phil gave an involuntary grin, because he couldn’t believe he’d managed to end up like this. It was a dream come true.
Dan made Phil rock with the orgasm, his voice rising in vocal pleasure. Phil fell back panting, and Dan lay down beside him, draping an arm across Phil’s chest and resting his head on his shoulder.