Title: Law School Blues
Genre: Smut
Word Count: 1922
Warnings: Choking, hair pulling, sex, alcohol
Author’s Note: kinkshame? more like kinkSAME. (Pls send prompts)
Dan flopped down onto the bed in his dorm room and sighed. He was exhausted after a long day of lectures in a subject he hated. Law. Who the fuck needs to know about the law? Just don’t steal shit and you’re good to go.
His shoulders slumped in defeat as he wondered why he had ever thought this was a good idea.
In an effort to make his self-pity go away, he put on his headphones, turned on some music, and lay down to rest. He lay there for a while, eyelids drooping closed, until he finally fell asleep.
“Hey, Dan!” Dan was violently awoken by the voice of his roommate, Phil. “Dan, you have to get up now.”
The sleepy boy rolled over in his bed and groaned. “Why? I’m tired and depressed.” He buried his face in his pillow.
“Oh,” Phil frowned, “Well, sit up and tell me what’s going on.”
With Phil’s help, Dan hoisted himself up and rested his chin on his hand. “I hate law.” He murmured, stifling a sob.
“Well, listen,” Phil said, “There’s not much we can do about it now, but I’ve been invited to this party tonight and I really don’t want to go alone. Will you come with me?”
Dan was about to protest when he realized what had just happened. Phil had asked him to a party. He had been trying to get Phil to ask him out for months now and finally, finally it was happening. Maybe. A lot can go down at a uni party.
“Maybe,” Dan pretended to be considering it. He didn’t want to appear desperate. “Whose party is it?”
Phil’s face fell. “Er, I don’t actually know. But it’ll be fun. Some drinks, some obnoxiously loud music. Just the thing for depressed students!”
Satisfied that Phil really wanted to go with him, Dan agreed. “You make a good point. I guess I’ll go with you then. But if I have a shit time, it’s on you.”
A sly smile crossed Phil’s face. “If you have a shit time, I’ll make it up to you.”
Dan felt his heart beat harder.
“The party starts at nine, by the way.” Phil’s mentioned.
Dan checked his watch. Eight thirty. “We have to be there in half an hour, you spork.”
“What’s the problem?” Phil’s asked, “Just wear what you’re wearing now.”
“Okay, then get changed.” Phil laughed. “I guess my date does have to look nice.”
Dan couldn’t tell if he was joking or not. He jumped to his feet and started rifling through his closet. He pulled out black jeans and a snazzy jumper. “What do you think?” He asked Phil.
“Looks good, but it would look better if you showed some skin.”
Feeling his face turn red, Dan returned to his closet. This time, he came out with a pair of ripped jeans that had never been worn and a jumper that was embroidered with flowers.
“This will look a bit odd on me.” He said, holding them out for Phil to assess.
“Anything would look beautiful on you. Although, these will look particularly sexy.”
In an attempt to hide his emerging erection, Dan hurried to the bathroom to get changed.
Phil surveyed Dan as he exited the bathroom. He stood up and began adjusting Dan’s jumper, making it fall more delicately over his shoulders. Then he ran a hand through Dan’s straightened hair and frowned. “Why do you always straighten it?” he asked.
“I don’t like the curls.” Dan mumbled, looking at his feet.
“I think they’re gorgeous.” Phil smiled and looked into Dan’s eyes. They were so close together, Dan wondered if Phil could hear his heart beating out of his chest. He wondered if Phil knew how gorgeous his dark hair and light eyes are.
Breaking Dan’s enchantment, Phil leaned forward and offered a light kiss on Dan’s cheek. He then turned away to choose his outfit for the night, leaving Dan with his hand touching the place Phil’s lips had touched.
At exactly nine, they were ready to go. “Better to be fashionably late than early.” Phil reckoned.
“Yeah.” Dan was still caught up in the feel of Phil’s lips on his cheek.
It was a ten minute walk from their dorm to the dorm where the party was taking place. They didn’t utter a word to one another and Dan felt his cheeks blush and his palms sweat.
They heard the party before they saw it. Phil was right about the obnoxiously loud music. Dan covered his ears with his hands and looked at Phil, who chuckled and removed Dan’s hands from his ears. Dan expected Phil to drop his hands to his side, but Phil continued to grasp Dan’s hand in his. Phil’s hand was just as sweaty as Dan’s.
They entered to dorm to an ocean of drunken people, dancing, talking, and making out.
“Do you want a drink?” Phil shouted over the music to Dan.
“Yeah, I’ll have whatever you have.” Dan shouted back.
While Phil left on his adventure through the jungle of bodies to find the drinks table, Dan leaned against the wall and waited awkwardly.
Phil returned soon with two bottles of tequila, one bottle of sprite, and two cups.
“What the fuck?” Dan laughed.
“I’ve checked the place out, it’s too loud and everyone’s drunk. I was thinking we could go upstairs and have our own party.”
Dan couldn’t agree more. Phil slipped his hand in Dan’s and led him to the staircase. Upstairs, they had to check a few different rooms before they found one that was empty. They both collapsed onto the floor, laughing from the energy of the party and the awkwardness of having walked in on so many people having sex in the dorm rooms.
“What should we do now?” Dan panted.
“I think we should have a drink.” Phil poured the sprite and tequila into two cups and Dan downed his all at once. Looking up from his empty cup, he saw Phil looking at him in horror.
“You’re not meant to drink the entire thing!” Phil exclaimed, “You’re meant to sip it! You’re gonna get drunk off your face now.”
Dan laughed. “Good. I want to forget every single thing about law.”
“Alright then.” Phil poured another cup for Dan.
They sipped their drinks for a few moments, looking around the room. They had turned on the light so they could both see each other clearly. It was a typical scene but a special one. There they were, two university kids, at a party with some booze. This was the kinda moment when life would happen and Dan was ready for it.
“We should play truth or dare.” Phil suggested.
Dan took a swig of his drink. The world was starting to feel like a happy place. “Sure. You start.”
“Are you a virgin?” Dan blurted out.
Phil smirked. “No. Your turn.”
“Truth.” Dan wanted to be on the safer side. He was suddenly aware of how alone they were.
Dan felt his cheeks burn. “You can’t steal my question!”
“Well, are you?” Phil insisted.
“…Yes.” Dan mumbled, too busy looking down to see the grin that crossed Phil’s face.
Dan, who was thoroughly drunk at this point, made a decision. “I dare you to let me sit on your lap.”
Clumsy and drunk, Dan shifted himself forward until he was straddling Phil’s lap and looking into Phil’s eyes.
“Truth.” Dan whispered. Phil took in the scent of Dan’s alcohol-filled breath and sweaty skin. Dan smelled of a party and of energy and of everything Phil wanted.
“What kinks do you have?” Phil whispered back.
“Choking, hair pulling, BDSM, that stuff.”
Phil nodded, taking in this information. He noticed himself growing hard and Dan growing hard to. Dan’s hips began to sway as he rocked his erection against Phil’s.
And Phil kissed him. God, how Phil kissed him. It was soft and sweet and hungry. It wasn’t Dan’s first kiss, but he’s never kissed like this before. He’d never had someone kiss him with such desperation and so much teeth and tongue.
Phil pulled on Dan’s bottom lip and Dan gasped in surprise, giving Phil’s tongue full access to his mouth. As their tongues flicked and danced, Dan’s rocking hips moved faster, in time with their kisses.
Phil gave Dan a gentle push and he fell over onto the floor, Phil on top of him.
Phil’s thigh was between Dan’s legs and Dan humped his thigh aggressively, desperate to get off and, even though their lips were locked together, desperate for more kissing.
Phil gently touched the exposed skin through Dan’s ripped jeans, making Dan groan softly. Phil was so close to his crotch. God, he wanted Phil to touch his crotch.
Phil smirked and slipped off his shirt then kissed Dan’s lips again. Then he kissed along Dan’s jawline, down his neck with stops to place bites which made Dan moan. He kissed down Dan’s chest and stomach over his shirt. When he reached the hem of Dan’s shirt, he gripped it in his teeth and pulled it off Dan. All the time, Dan desperately humped Phil’s leg.
“You’re such a good boy. So pretty.” Phil praised, looking at Dan’s soft, beautiful body.
“Please, fuck me.” Dan moaned.
Phil grasped Dan’s hair and yanked it, causing tingles to shoot down Dan’s spine and through his scalp.
“Don’t speak.” Phil commanded.
Dan nodded as Phil removed both his and Dan’s jeans, exposing both of their hard cocks. Phil pulled Dan’s legs up and slowly inserted one finger in Dan’s hole, while stroking his cock.
“So pretty. Not even making one sound. What a good, well behaved boy.” Phil murmured.
As Phil inserted two more fingers, Dan began bucking into Phil’s hand, desperate and needy.
“I think you’re ready for my cock.” Phil decided. He moved himself up over Dan and placed his tip at Dan’s opening. Dan moaned and groaned and Phil yanked his hair again.
Phil slowly moved himself into Dan, feeling Dan expand around him. It felt so good inside the man he’d wanted to fuck for so long. When he was satisfied that Dan could comfortably take him, he began moving, thrusting back and forth. Dan let out a short moan.
This time, the moan didn’t result in Phil yanking on Dan’s hair. Instead, Phil wrapped his hand around Dan’s throat and pushed down gently while he fucked him.
Dan felt himself getting light-headed as Phil picked up the pace, both from pleasure and from being choked, which in itself was pleasurable. He felt his pleasure building steadily and soon he was bucking against Phil who was ferociously fucking him.
Soon, Dan let himself go and sticky cum leaked out over his stomach while Phil came in his ass. When they were both fully satisfied, Phil flopped onto the floor next to Dan and handed him a drink.
The early morning sunlight began peeking through the window and it sounded as though the party was wrapping up.
“Time to get dressed” Phil sighed.
“Wait.” Dan said. “Phil, would you, uh, would you be my boyfriend?” Dan held his breath.
Phil burst into laughter. “Of course I’ll be your boyfriend, you silly potato.”
He moved towards Dan and embraced him in a loving hug.
Dan was finally happy with something about university.
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