hc: fuck the sad out of me
this is,,,, surprisingly okay?
- Dan was in a funk. Phil peered out at him from behind the dividing wall between the kitchen and the living room, his brows kitted in worry when he saw that Dan had not moved a single inch from when he had thrown himself despondently into his couch crease and flicked on the television. That was almost three days ago.
- Phil smoothed the worry lines out of his face and stepped into the lounge, his steps making more noise than was probably necessary, but he wanted Dan to know he was coming. Phil slid the red, crinkly package into his pocket at the last second, right before he entered Dan’s line of sight. Dan barely even looked up, not even when Phil extended the can of cherry vanilla Coke he held, the kind that Dan loved but rarely found a chance to drink. Dan took the can with a slurred mumble, his eyes not leaving the rerun of Dr. Who Phil knew Dan had seen at least three times before as he popped the tab on the can and drank the entire thing in four long pulls. Phil’s eyebrows pulled back together, and he nibbled on his bottom lip.
- Dan sat forward, barely, to set the can down on the coffee table. He accidentally kicked it over when he sat back and swung his feet onto the table, spilling a few drops of sweet, sticky liquid over the glass surface. Normally, Dan would be all over that shit with seven different kind of cleaner, but he didn’t even blink as Coke seeped into the heel of his sock. Phil resorted to drastic measures, pulling the packet of Maltesers out of his pocket and offering it up. Dan’s eyes slid up, taking in the package and he sighed, softly shaking his head. Phil hoped his startled noise his the sound of his heart shattering into a million pieces.
- “What’s wrong?” Phil asked, sinking down onto the couch beside Dan. Dan shrugged. “Just sad,” he mumbled, turning over and curling up into Phil’s chest.
- “Anything I can do?” Phil asked but he was only met with a vague hum as Dan buried his face in the crook of Phil’s neck, his hot puffs of breath brushing across Phil’s clavicle. He mouthed gently at the soft skin there, and Phil’s breath caught in his throat. “Dan…” he sighed, not really sure what he was trying to say. Dan shook his head, his tongue poking out to lap and suck, his mouth more insistent. Phil went pliant, allowing Dan to suck two large, dark marks into this underside of his jaw before he gently guided Dan onto his back, crawling up his body and kissing him gently.
- “No,” Phil said firmly, as Dan’s hands started to creep down to the button and zip of Phil’s jeans. “This is about you. Let me make you feel good.” Dan hesitated for a moment, but nodded and lay back, allowing Phil to pull of his sweatpants and shirt.
- Dan gasped when Phil’s lips his his skin, starting behind his ear in that one spot and trailing, messy and hot, down his chest and stomach, Phil pausing to pay extra attention to the little bit of pudge there. Dan was by no means chubby, but a life of sitting in a desk chair in front of a computer screen for hours every day really didn’t lend itself to a perfectly toned physique. Phil’s lips skirted Dan’s hardening cock and trailed down his left thigh, Phil scooting his knees back and he leaned further and further between Dan’s legs.
- Six hickies to the pale inside of Dan’s thighs later and Dan was growing impatient, rucking his hips up and bringing one hand down to settling into Phil’s hair, urging him along. Phil consented. releasing the bruised skin from between his teeth and moving lower still.
- Dan arched his back with a soft noise when Phil licked a thick stripe across his entrance, his hand coming out of Phil’s hair to sink instead into the pillows beneath him. Phil used his left hand to hold Dan’s legs apart as he started to eat him out in earnest, trailing his fingers feather-light over the sensitive skin of Dan’s inner thighs as his tongue and lips and jaw worked.
- “Mmm,” Dan sighed, canting his hips up in a slow, unconscious pattern. Phil looked up at him to find Dan looking back, something in his eyes unplaceable as he locked them with Phil’s own. Phil nodded, to the best of his ability, given his current preoccupation, and Dan leaned back, hitching his legs up and freeing Phil’s hand, which wrapped around his cock, jacking loosely. Dan let out a slew of muffled whimpers, his back arching slightly.
- Phil brought his right hand back from its meandering exploration of Dan’s skin, sliding two fingers in along with his tongue on the next thrust in. Dan arched hi back and cried out, his fists clenching and relaxing, clenching and relaxing, at his sides.
- Phil worked Dan over slowly and skillfully, and it wasn’t long until Dan was bucking his hips into Phil’s hand and chanting pleas under his breath. Phil finally gave in, tightening his grip on Dan’s cock and speeding up the thrust of his fingers.
- Phil pressed both fingers into Dan’s prostate at the exact moment he surged up and sucked the head of Dan’s cock into his mouth, eliciting a surprised gasp and then a loud moan, Dan’s hips kicking erratically as he came over Phil’s tongue. Phil sucked his through it, only letting up when Dan’s cock softened in his mouth.
- “Do you feel better?” Phil asked, sitting up on his heels and wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. His cock ached against the zipper of his jeans, but he ignored it.
- “Can you run me a bath?” Dan asked in a small voice, and Phil immediately nodded. “Of course.” “Can we cuddle after?” “Of course, Dan.”
- “I love you,” Dan whispered, his legs falling loosely open as he relaxed them. In the back of his mind, Phil supposed their predicament should be weird, with Dan naked and fucked out, one arm thrown over his eyes and Phil, with the taste of cum in his mouth and an aching erection. But none of it bothered either of them as Phil stood off the couch, pressing a quick, surprisingly chaste kiss to Dan’s lips before going to draw a bath. “I love you too,” he mumbled. “Don’t ever forget that.”
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