Like pastel!dan is crushing on punk!phil and wants to look tough and gets a temporary tattoo aSDF
I’m honestly cackling this is great.
~ Dan knew he wasn’t a bad ass. He knew that he cried when he broke a nail, or his flower crown didn’t sit right on his curls, or he accidentally killed a bug. And most days that didn’t bother him, but Phil Lester was changing that. He was tall, with raven hair and cobalt eyes and incredibly pale skin decorated with whorls of ink. He had several piercings (eyebrow, septum, labret) and wore clothes that Dan’s mother would look at with distaste–torn grey jeans, black leather jacket, heavy steel-toed boots. But the most frightening (see: arousing) thing about him was his devil-may-care attitude.
~ All this compared to Dan’s pretty sweaters (the darkest of which was a pretty maroon) and khaki pants or, on special days, pale, flouncy skirts… He didn’t stand a chance. But he knew he had to try, because if he didn’t he’d regret that unknown what-if for the rest of his life (or, more likely, the rest of his high school career). So, on a chilly day in late February, Dan took out a small temporary tattoo he’d bought the previous week and been too nervous to try before now. It was pretty–a cobra arching up out of a bed of blooming flowers–and would go well with his maroon sweater and baby pink skirt. He applied it on the back of his neck, just below the point of his hairline, and hurried out to the bus stop.
~ Upon arriving at school, part of Dan wondered if this had been a good idea–people were staring at him, chuckling and nudging their friends, which wouldn’t be so bad if Phil were one of the people noticing. He lost hope throughout the day, but in the last period of the day Phil sat behind him; he was bound to notice. When he arrived, Phil was already slouched in his desk, bright eyes darting around the classroom curiously. His body looked like a dropped doll, elegantly accidental, his long limbs sprawled without any sort of plan. Dan was already blushing when he slid carefully into his desk.
~ About halfway through the lesson, he felt warm breath on his ear and shuddered. “What’s this then?” Phil asked curiously, lightly running his fingers over the tattoo. “Pretty boy with a dark side? Am I supposed to believe that?”
~ “Yes? Well… No…?” Dan shut his eyes, irritated that he’d already so thoroughly fucked up. But Phil chuckled lowly and sat back in his seat. The rest of the class passed without incident–unless, of course, you count trying desperately to hide a substantial hard on under a short skirt an incident–and the bell couldn’t come too soon. When it finally rang, Dan stood quickly and scurried out of the room, holding his messenger bag rather strategically. He’d almost made it free of the building when Phil cornered him.
~ “What’s the hurry?” he asked, sounding perfectly relaxed damn him, his arms caging Dan in against the lockers. His superior smirk made Dan realize exactly how stupid he’d been, and he was horrified to feel tears welling up in his eyes, making his vision blur. And he was confused when Phil’s facade immediately crumbled into an expression of caring concern. “Come on,” he said softly, wrapping an arm around Dan’s narrow shoulders and leading him down the mostly deserted halls to a bathroom.
~ Dan leaned against the wall, rubbing his eyes with his knuckles like a child. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to scare you…” Phil said, sounding almost sheepish.
~ “N-no, you didn’t scare me, I just felt like such an idiot.” Dan’s voice broke on the last word and he shook his head nervously.
~ Dan was somewhat gratified to see Phil looking completely mystified. “About what?” he inquired gently.
~ He dropped his eyes. “I wanted to impress you so I got a fake tattoo… I don’t know what I was thinking.” Phil continued to look puzzled for a moment before his face broke into a small smile.
~ “You don’t need that to impress me. I figured you wouldn’t want to talk to me, never mind try and get my attention. Anyway, you’ve had it for years.” This surprised Dan enough to make him look up curiously. Phil stepped closer and gently lifted Dan’s chin.
~ Dan felt as though he’d stopped breathing; a sensation that only increased when he felt Phil’s lips lightly brush his, the cool metal of the piercing surprisingly not distasteful at all. Dan wasn’t even sure if he was kissing back, it was like his body had somehow disconnected from his mind, but he could feel everything Phil did–how his hands lightly rested on Dan’s waist, rubbing slow circles through the fabric of his sweater; how his tongue was gently, almost tenderly, working his lips apart; how close his body was to Dan’s.
~ When he finally broke away Dan was panting, his coffee-colored eyes wide and dilated, and Dan was somewhat surprised to see that Phil was in much the same state. Phil looked him up and down, eyes landing on his cock, which strained against lacy panties, tenting his skirt rather obscenely. He smirked. “We’d better take care of that before we go back out,” he murmured teasingly.
This got way too fucking long even without smut, so if you want smut request part two.
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