Facets (Badboy!Phil) (Introvert!Dan)
Summary: Phil (18) is a mysterious reform student at Dan’s (17) school. Dan in his words is entirely ordinary to everybody except Phil. (Let’s just pretend the changes happened at all kids have to go to high school)
Phil Lester had been here 4 days and in that time Dan had watched him light his cigarette with a Bunsen burner in Chemistry, called the teacher out as a ‘Medieval, sexist, pig looking prick’, graphited the entire boys bathroom with in Dan’s opinion beautiful art and beat the fuck out of a built football player for picking on a 13 year old.
But the only time he’d spared Dan a glance was through the mirror when the were escorting him from the stalls. He winked but Dan thought nothing of it. Passing it off as another act of defiance toward his elders. He did however think more of Phil Lester. Phil Lester with those eyes like smoke and that bottom lip hugged by and metal ring, eye brow similarly adorned. The boy was nothing like Dan, he wore leather jackets, had tattoos up and down his arms that he refused to cover, and he spoke his mind. Even if it was rude to do so. He was unabashedly gay and proud of it, not that he showed interest to any of the boys here. He’s simply responded to a girls advances with the phrase: “I like cock babe.” But aside from the fact they both dressed mostly in monochrome, that was all they had in common they were gay. Dan wondered if that was simply why he couldn’t get him out of his mind. But then again he had knew people to be gay in this school and never had thought of him the same. That wink, that deep voice, those beautiful drawings that still adorned the wall. He couldn’t stop the endless stream.
It was Friday break time and Dan, ever the hater of interaction had managed to get away from his very few friends and by taking a short cut through the abandoned Library, music blaring and head down to the bathroom. Huffing in relief he set his bag down on the counter and allowed his eyes roam the wall and settle on a bird, a raven with wings spread and through its wings were spiked he looked beautiful…and then he became aware of a smell. Cigarette smoke. His eyes widened and he removed his headphones as he clicked his phone shut. The quiet brought in a new sound. Someone was flushing the toilet. But not just once, mulitiple times in quick succession. What’s more the toilet was making a gargling sound. He really should leave, that was the first thing that came to his mind. He shouldn’t get mixed up in whatever effed up crap was happening behind that- holy fuck I’m opening it. Blue met brown, brow raised and eyes narrowed inquisitively. Dan’s eyes darted from the eyes to the toilet bowl that was stuffed with what Dan recognised as their Dickens book for Literature. Oliver Twist. “Oh sorry… I just…you sounded like you were having some trouble.” “Mhm,” he drawled taking a long drag of his cigarette and letting it cocoon his face. He looked Dan up and down slowly through his smoke screen. “And what if I was getting off back here? Would that offer still be there?” Dan’s mouth dropped open slightly. And his cheeks blushed pink. “Oh…I uh…” Phil winked. “Calm down pretty boy…I only bite if you want it.” He turned his face away and began his incessant flushing. “Uh…don’t like Dickens huh?” “I would…” Phil murmured not looking up. “His work is amazing. But the fact he was a raging alcoholic and regularly beat his wife put me off a bit…” Dan frowned, he knew that. “Yeah but…I mean…” “But nothing.” Phil snapped. Eyes blue ice. “Fuck anyone who beats the people the people they’re supposed to love.” Dan blinked, he was merely gonna say : ‘But we still get marked on this.’ But shocked he backed up a bit. Phil’s eyes turned from icy fury to glazed lust. He stubbed out his cig and advanced on Dan until they were incredibly close. “Are you gay pretty boy?” It was so blatant, when his mouth opened, shock took any sounds. And then Phil was kissing him. It was hard and the coolness of the metal pressed to Dan’s slightly chapped bottom lip. It was nothing like the stories on TV. Where first kisses were sweet and shy. This made his heart race and his legs shake. As is anticipating this, Phil hands grasped his hips tight and he pushed him back out of the stall, until his thighs hit the counter. Then Phil lifted him up onto it. He asked no permission but Dan’s head was so dazed and he was fighting so hard to keep up that he just allowed the tongue to venture into his mouth with a moan to beckon it. Both hands left Dan’s hips as both of Dan’s tangled in Phil’s messily quiffed hair. One of Phil’s ran down Dan’s thigh, eliciting goose bumps. Dan whimpered against his lips. Phil pulled back with a soft smacking sound. “I’ll see you around beautiful.” He whispered against his lips, before leaving him dishevelled and panting, pupils blown wide against the mirrors. When he later recovered and was startled by the sound of the bell. He discovered his copy of Oliver Twist was missing.