dan joking asks his 'totally platonic'friend phil to send him a nude and is really surprised when he actually does
10/10 for writing porn on your phone while in line for amusement park rides
- “ask for nudes.” dan sputtered, fumbling and almost dropping his phone. he caught it at the last second, clutching it to his chest and glaring at sean. “what the fuck, man.”
- sean nudged him with his shoulder. “do it.” dan rolled his eyes. “no, man, what the fuck. he’s a uni senior in fucking london, and a friend, why the fuck would i do that?” phil was a good friend, goddamn it, and dan didn’t want to ruin anything by being a horny little shit. but, on the other hand, he could easily play it off as a joke, say that his friend told him to and he was just joking…
-sean pouted dramatically. “you have no sense of adventure, dan.” dan sneered, but he held no real contempt in his eyes. sned noods he typed out into the message bar, hitting ‘send’ and showing sean the screen. “there, are you fucking happy?”
- sean tipped his head in a rather self-satisfied nod. “very. he’s texting back, by the way.” dan didn’t turn his phone back to him, keeping it held up to sean’s face. phil would probably send an x-ray, or a stock photo of nude lipstick or something. he was a sarcastic shit like that.
- sean’s eyes widened and he choked on his own spit, descending into a coughing fit on the floor at dan’s feet. dan cocked an eyebrow, concerned, and looked at his phone screen. his jaw dropped to his dick.
- so. phil had a tattoo on his inner left thigh.
- it was a between-the legs-shot of phil’s thighs, one crooked next to him on the bed, and his chest and stomach were tight as he leaned down to take the photo. his cock rested hard and thick over the crease of his thigh and his hip and dan’s skin burned with want.
- “um,” he said intelligently. sean coughed one last time, hauling himself to his feet. “fuck. that was nothing i ever wanted to see.”
- “i’m gonna-” dan said, already stumbling back to his room. sean’s eyes widened in realization, and he backed up with his hands out. “i’m- i gotta- stove, or something, i-” he dashed out of the room, and dan heard the front door slam behind him. he stumbled into his own room, falling onto his bed and shoving his pants down his hips and off. he didn’t bother with his shirt, wrapping a hand around his already leaking length.
- dan’s phone buzzed, and he looked at he message that flashed across the top of the screen. is that good? phil asked, and dan started typing back with one hand. fucking yes phil, holy fuxk
- someone’s busy, i see phil said, and dan could imagine the simpering smirk he would wear while saying it. so are you gonna return the favour, or
- dan scrambled to sit up, leaning forward onto his hands and knees and sliding his right hand back to grip at his ass. he looked up into the camera with the best bedroom stare he could muster, which wasn’t hard considering how fucking hard he was from phil’s picture alone. he bit his lip and sent the picture, letting out the breath he didn’t know he was holding when the three dots that indicated phil was typing showed up.
- fuck, baby, so hot. dan groaned, fisting his hand around his cock and stroking hard and fast. wanna be knelt behind you, baby, and spank your pretty little ass nice and red before i fuck you. dan’s eyes rolled back in his head at the thought, and he bucked his hips into his hand.
- will you film yourself, dan? you don’t have to if you don’t want to, but i kind of really want to see you finger yourself until you cum all over yourself with a scream of my name. suddenly, all of that sounded like the best fucking idea dan had ever heard. his mother’s voice played in his ear, warning him about taking and sending compromising photos of himself, but dan ignored it. he trusted phil, completely and totally. besides, he had sent one to dan as well. mutually assured destruction, and all that.
- okay, dan texted back. one minute. only one? i must be better than i thought dan rolled his eyes, but still moved to grab the bottle of lube from his bedside table and set his phone against a stack of pillows on his bed, nesting it in a blanket and pressing ‘play.’ he crawled back to the head of the bed with the most amount of seduction he could manage, and he bit his lip and tipped his head down to hide his burning blush. he sat, cross legged, his hands pushing his tshirt into his lap to cover his cock. dan slowly looked up, locking eyes with the camera as he teased the hem of his shirt, before sliding it up and off his body. he skimmed his hands down his own chest, across his hips and around his cock.
- he started off slowly, teasing the head of his cock like he had seen in porn. he whimpered and tipped his head back, rubbing for a few moments longer until he couldn’t stand it any more. he grabbed the lube from the pillow beside him, coating his fingers in a liberal amount and tossing the bottle away. he crooked his knees, planting his feet flat on the bed on either side of the rolling camera and brushing his index finger over his hole.
- he wasn’t sure if the phone picked up the little whimper of phil’s name he let out, but dan’s own ears did and he flushed bright red, moaning phil’s name again unashamedly before sinking his index and middle fingers into his ass, down to the knuckle. his hips bucked and he whined, reaching down to stroke his cock in tandem with his fingers thrusting in and out of himself.
- “phil,” dan moaned again, speeding up both hands. he slipped his ring finger in when he felt he was ready, the stretch burning up his spine in the best possible way. his hips worked of their own volition, thrusting back onto his fingers and up into his fist, and dan tipped his head up to lock his fucked-out stare with the camera as his jaw dropped on a cry of phil’s name. his back arched and his ass tensed and he was coming, hot and fast and loud, all over himself. he took his hand off his cock, clenching it in the sheets as he finger-fucked himself through his orgasm, his cock twitching with it.
- dan allowed himself maybe fifteen seconds to catch his breath, before he sat up and grinned for the camera, his smile tired and blissful. he reached out, hitting the ‘stop recording’ button. three minutes. well damn, phil had more of an affect on him than he had realized. dan attached the video file to a text, adding hope this is good for you and a handful of winking emojis before pressing send. he grabbed a tissue off his nightstand, cleaning his stomach off with it before tossing it into the trash bin on the other side of the room.
- fuck, dan phil texted back four minutes later. dan smiled, feeling irrationally proud of himself for reducing a boy four years his senior and miles out of his league to wordlessness. can i facetime you? phil asked, and dan sent back an affirmative. when he picked up, phil’s first words were: “if i mail you a vibrator, will you use that over skype with me?”
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