The sequal to this fic that I wrote decades ago. This fic won’t really make sense without reading the first part, it picks up immediately where the first left off, and it might seem strange without context 😂
Warnings: Drunken sex, poor description of friends to lovers, caught masturbating, apostrophes
Phil decides that it would be best to go ahead and get out. He feels incredibly sleazy, and just wants to go to sleep and forget about it. Plus, the longer time goes on, the more he is affected by the drinks he had earlier, and he doesn’t want to pass out in the bathtub. Phil sits up and, to his horror, sees Dan standing in the doorway. “Dan!”
Dan gaps his mouth, his face flushed. “Was just gonna piss, n'you was…” Dan makes a vague swishing motion with his hand. “N'I was just gonna leave but then… you said… my name.”
Phil stutters, mortified, trying to come up with an excuse as to why, exactly, he was jerking off while thinking about Dan. The excuse doesn’t come. “I-I’m sorry, I was thinking about you while I…” Phil mimics Dan’s hand motion, his already scarlet cheeks going a shade darker.
Dan stumbles across the room, not bothering to take his jeans off before stepping into the tub and sinking down onto his knees. “M'sorry, too.”
Phil flashes his eyes down to see Dan’s erection printing through his jeans. He looks back up to Dan’s eyes, half lidded and pupils blown.
Dan grabs either side of the tub to steady himself as he leans forward, too close to Phil’s face as he slurs, “I haven’t been able to get you outta my head since we fuckin’ met, n’ after that night we… we made that video, that night we fucked, all I wanna do when I’m around you is kiss you n’ touch you n’ play with your hair n’ hold your hand n’ fuckin’ fuck you n’ m'sorry I’ve never had the balls to tell you ‘til catchin’ you havin’ a wank.” Dan doesn’t give Phil time to respond before crushing their lips together, forcing Phil’s body back to lie against the hard wall of the tub.
Phil can’t help but to be sucked into Dan, sinking into the water until it threatens to flood his ears. Wet, harsh fabric kneads into his skin as Dan shimmies further and further into his lap. Phil’s hands dart beneath the water to unbutton Dan’s jeans, struggling for a moment before they finally come undone. Dan keens quietly above him as Phil hastily tugs his jeans and boxers down just enough to free his cock.
“Fuck, Phil-!” Dan gasps as his cock is enveloped by Phil’s mouth, his hips already pulsing to meet the bob of Phil’s head.
Phil reverses their position, shoving Dan to lie back in the tub and towering over him. Phil shoves his knees beneath Dan’s ass so his cock stays above the water and continues his work, taking Dan as deep as he can without gagging. The position is a bit awkward, Dan’s jeans limiting their movements and Dan’s body cocked back too far to appear comfortable, but based strictly on the strangled sobs of pleasure pouring from Dan’s mouth; Phil assumes it will be good enough.
Dan can barely breathe and water is dangerously close to covering his face, but all he can really focus on is the wet heat sending shocks through the rest of his body. Phil’s hands grip and scratch at his denim clad thighs as he sucks him deeper and faster, pretty blue eyes dark with lust glaring a hole through his skull. Dan’s mouth hangs open and embarrassingly loud cries and whimpers fill the room, and before long Dan is arching out of the water and his hands are clutching at Phil’s shoulders. Dan’s volume reaches a crescendo as he climaxes, his hips jerking violently into Phil’s accepting mouth.
Phil swallows every hot, salty pulse that Dan gives him, moving up and down Dan’s length slowly to allow him to ride his orgasm for as long as possible, only stopping when Dan starts pulling his hips away.
They stumble out of the tub and back into the bedroom, Dan shucking off his jeans and underwear somewhere along the way. There is a short pause when they reach the beds, both of them just sober enough to realize that sharing a bed is normally something they don’t do, but drunk enough to question whether or not they want that to continue.
Phil cuts his eyes to look at Dan, returning a shy smile when Dan’s fingers thread into his.
“M’serious.” Dan says quietly. “I don’t wanna only do this when m’ so wasted I won’t remember. N’ I wanna do all the other stuff too…” Dan squeezes Phil’s hand, twirling his fingers in Phil’s hair as he presses a gentle kiss to his lips.
Phil returns the gesture, their slow, easy kiss stretching over several seconds as Phil pulls Dan into his body. They meander over to the bed, slowly lying down together. Their lips are dry and stick together a bit as they kiss, gentle smacking sounds barely audible. They only stop because they are dosing off, their lips easing to a halt naturally. Phil wraps his arms around Dan’s waist and pulls him closer, murmuring into his hair, “I think I love you, Dan.”
Dan nuzzles into Phil’s chest, planting a final kiss to Phil’s body before whispering, “I think I love you too, Phil.”
With the hopes of actually remembering this in the morning in the back of their minds, they both crash, their bodies finally surrendering to sleep in each other’s embrace.
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