THE BIBLE SAYS (I can’t get a header for some reason, sorry)
Contains: Mentions of religion (Christianity), blowjobs, anal sex, masturbation, voyeurism?, top!phil, bottom!dan, pet names
Note: Sorry if this sucks. I’ve been writing this throughout a few sleepless nights, so I apologize for mistakes, and yes, I know I use the names Dan and Phil a lot. I could’ve found other names instead of repeating them, but eh ya know. Anyways, enjoy!
Summary: Phil isn’t very religious, but Dan is. When Phil invited Dan over to his house, they might not exactly follow the word of God.
Phil never liked school. The discipline, the subjects, the other students, the work, none of it. But his parents made him move to a new school last year.
One with more discipline, an extra few subjects, more annoying students, and stacks of work... St. Elizabeth’s Christian Academy. Yep. A Christian school.
Phil wasn’t very religious, but his family was, and they thought it’d be good for him to get closer to his faith and all that crap. There was one good thing about this school though. Dan Howell. Dan was just perfect in every way, in Phil’s eyes. There was his brown, curly hair, swept to the side, out of the way of his work. His small frame, making most clothes slip off his shoulder occasionally.
And god, his body. Yes, St. Elizabeth’s is a Christian school, but the faculty believes that students should be allowed to be whoever they want to be; within the dress code of course. That meaning that Dan could wear a girl’s uniform, complete with the skirt and high socks. He was also on the cheerleading squad, always sporting a tiny blue and gold skirt and tight, clingy top.
As Dan decided to adorn himself with skirts that barely pass the dress code and nice pastel bows in his hair, Phil decided to go for a darker look. He still wore the uniform, but his hair was black and pushed into a quiff. He never wore the school jacket, instead he got away with a leather jacket. Phil had a few tattoos tucked away under his shirt, but a few poked out. The few Dan started to take a notice to.
Dan was very serious about his studies. He was brought up in a very religious family, much like Phil. However, Dan actually liked being apart of it. Dan couldn’t stop himself from gazing at the tall, punk boy. He knew it was wrong, to feel this way about another boy, but he couldn’t help it. Phil played it off like Dan’s staring was normal and it wasn’t a big deal. But it was a big deal. Dan had to be his.
The bell rang, signaling the end of the day. Phil shuffled up to Dan putting his Bible away.
“H-hey, uh, hey,” Phil mumbled out. Dan whipped around to the smooth voice, already knowing who it was.
“Uh hi,” Dan squeaked out, slightly intimidated by Phil’s stance, but also kind of turned on.
“I’m Philip Lester, Phil for short.”
“I know who you are,” Dan stated, instantly regretting it. Phil chuckled from behind him. “I’m Daniel Howell, Dan for short.”
“I know who you are,” Phil smirked, sending a blush to Dan’s face. “I was wondering if you’d wanna come over to my place.”
Phil was making this very straight forward, but he couldn’t wait much longer. Seeing Dan everyday and not being able to call him his was driving him mad.
“Umm, yeah, uh, sure,” Dan grinned.
“Great. Ready to go then?”
“Yep, lets go,” Dan said, swiftly leading Phil out the door, his skirt barely lifting to reveal white lace.
Phil almost choked when he saw that. Nice little religious Howell... wearing panties?
They walked out to Phil’s car, not having to worry about Dan’s, as he took the bus. It was mostly silent on the way to Phil’s house, but his hand stayed glued to Dan’s thigh, begging to inch closer to the pleated plaid covering the beautiful white lace.
They both were kind of surprised at how easily this was going. Phil literally just walked up to Dan and now they’re a few blocks away from Phil’s house.
They pulled up outside a decently sized house. The front garden was well kept and a statue of some saint was in the center. Phil unlocked the door and motioned Dan inside. The decor was very nice, more religious than Dan would’ve thought, knowing Phil’s apathetic attitude towards Christianity.
Phil led Dan upstairs and to a door with band stickers on it, along with one that said “WWJD... What Would Jesus Do.” It was torn and scratched, an obvious attempt to take it off. This must be Phil’s room. His room was neat, apart from the scattered papers and books, one being a Bible, to which Dan picked up and placed on the desk.
“Want anything to drink?” Phil asked.
“No I’m good, thank you,” Dan replied.
Dan sat on the corner of Phil’s bed, smoothing out his skirt and crossing his ankles. Phil plopped down next to him, looking at his phone.
“Umm, not to be rude, but uh, why did you invite me over? It’s not like we really know each other,” Dan asked, turning to face Phil more.
That was true. They didn’t know each other that well. All Dan knew about Phil was that he wasn’t very religious, but very attractive. All Phil knew about Dan was that he was very religious, but also very attractive.
“Oh, uh yeah. Well, I thought we could get to know each other better. After all the staring you do,” Phil smirked, dropping his phone on the bedside table.
“What? I don’t stare at you,” Dan choked.
“I didn’t say you stared at me,” Phil said, enjoying Dan’s flustering.
Phil moved his hand to Dan’s knee, rubbing small circles with his thumb. Dan’s heart thumped in his chest. He quickly stood up and walked to the end of the bed.
“Do what?” Phil asked, standing up as well.
“You know what. It’s wrong. The Bible says so.”
“Actually, not true. But even if it did, wouldn’t God want his most favorite creations to enjoy themselves?”
Phil had him there. Before Dan had time to reply, Phil was extremely close, one hand on Dan’s waist, the other lifting to Dan’s cheek.
“I do want to get to know you, Dan. Very much so. But dammit, you’re so beautiful,” Phil whispered, running his thumb along Dan’s cheek bone. “I can’t handle seeing you in those skirts, all the guys looking at you. They want you. But not as much as I do.”
Dan’s breath was caught in his throat. As if he wasn’t running out of air already, Phil leaned in and pressed his lips to Dan’s. Dan should pull away. He knows it, but he finds himself staying in the same position, melting more into Phil’s touch. Dan’s fingers intertwined in Phil’s hair, lightly pulling on the ends.
Phil moved his hand down to the hem on Dan’s skirt, lightly pushing it up, slipping his hand towards Dan’s growing erection. Phil dipped his fingers into the waistband of Dan’s panties, snapping them back, making Dan squeak into Phil’s mouth.
“Who’s the lace for, kitten?” Phil breathed. “You put on this charade as this pure, Christian boy. Do you wear these pretty panties all the time? While you stretch yourself out? Huh, baby?”
Dan knew sex before marriage was wrong, as is homosexuality, but Phil did have a point about it not being technically true in the Bible. However, Dan did masturbate, quite often to the thought of Phil’s tattooed body on top of him. Dan let out a moan at the image.
Phil spun them around and pushed Dan onto the bed, unbuckling his pants and pulling off his shirt. He dove down on top of Dan, moving his body up to meet Dan’s mouth, bringing the skirt up with him. Phil pulled Dan up, slipping of his shirt.
He flipped Dan’s skirt up to reveal Dan’s dick poking out of the lace. Phil palmed Dan while slipping his tongue into Dan’s mouth. All of Dan’s moans were capturing in Phil’s mouth and swallowed. Phil slowly moved down Dan’s body, leaving a trail of open mouth kisses. He stopped to lap at Dan’s nipples, to which Dan arched his back and let out a few moans.
Phil continued down, avoiding the place Dan needed him. Instead, he went along Dan’s hip and down to his thighs, spreading Dan’s legs. Dan lifted off the bed, so Phil could peel off his panties, tossing them somewhere in the room. Dan’s erection sprung up, leaving a bit of pre cum on his skirt.
Phil finally licked a bold stripe from Dan’s base to the tip, savoring the taste of his pre cum. Dan’s fingers laced into Phil’s hair once again, but the pleasure was too good to be gentle while pulling at the roots. Phil took Dan all in his mouth, sinking down to the lowest he could go. Dan was in pure ecstasy to say the least. Phil bobbed his head up and down, pumping what couldn’t fit with his hand.
Dan pushed Phil’s shoulders, signaling for him to stop. Before Phil could ask what was wrong, Dan flipped them over and was now working on removing Phil’s boxers.
“I’ve never done this before, so I’m sorry if I disappoint you,” Dan said, ogling at Phil’s size.
“It’s ok, pretty boy. You’ll do great,” Phil said, running his hand down Dan’s face.
Dan took a deep breath and tried to take as much as Phil as possible. He got about half way down when he gagged, pulling back up and looking at Phil, expecting to see regret or dissatisfaction on his face.
“It’s ok, Dan. Hallow your cheeks and breathe through your nose. You’re doing fantastic,” Phil encouraged.
Dan took another breath and leaned back down, following Phil’s instructions. He actually got farther down this time, beginning to slowly come back up and down. Phil gasped at how quickly Dan was learning. Dan found a steady pace and swirled his tongue around the head whenever he got high enough. Phil’s breathing quickened and his moans became more frequent, a sign to Dan that Phil was going to come soon. He pulled off, reluctantly to his and Phil’s liking, but he wanted Phil now.
“I want you to watch me,” Dan stated, leaning back on his heels.
Phil propped himself further up against the headboard. He reached into the bedside drawer and fished out a bottle of lube, tossing it to Dan. Dan popped the lid and smothered three fingers. He inserted one finger, throwing his head back as he worked himself.
Phil’s eyes were glued to him, and it took everything in him to not move. Dan pushed in a second finger, scissoring himself, and moaning louder. Beads of sweat were dripping down his face, eyes screwed shut.
He heard Phil’s panting and glanced at him. Phil had his hands behind his back, trying very hard to not touch himself or Dan. Dan finally pushed in the third finger, gasping at the fullness and hitting his prostate.
“Hmm ugh, Phil!” Dan moaned.
Phil couldn’t take it anymore. He pounced forward and replaced Dan’s fingers with his own, flipping them over. After a few pumps, he pulled his fingers out and circled Dan’s hole as he searched for a condom in the drawer. He slid the condom onto his length and leaned down, placing a kiss on Dan’s neck, making him squirm.
“Are you ready, kitten?” Phil asked, searching Dan’s eyes for any sign of hesitation.
“Yes. Please. Fuck me! Fuck me till I can’t walk! Please, Daddy!” Dan screamed.
Being called Daddy was like a drug that only Dan could administer.
“Call me that again,” Phil grunted.
“Daddy! Please fuck me! I need your cock inside me!”
Phil moaned as he pushed into Dan. Dan gripped Phil’s arms and threw his head back, a flow of moans and noises coming out of his mouth.
“Fuck, baby. Make Daddy feel so damn good,” Phil praised, earned a high-pitched moan from Dan.
Phil had a steady pace, but it wasn’t fast enough for Dan.
Phil looked into Dan’s eyes. They were darker than usual and full of lust, probably like Phil’s are. Phil thrusted in and out of Dan as fast as he could, hitting Dan’s prostate every time.
Moans were spewing out of both of their mouths. Phil buried his face in Dan’s neck, lightly kissing around, a larger contrast from what was happening farther down their bodies.
“D-Daddy! I’m gonna c-come!” Dan yelled, digging his nails into Phil’s biceps.
“Me too, kitten,” Phil gasped out, throwing his head back, but quickly lifting it back up. “Look at me when you come.”
Dan pried his eyes half way open, but being able to see Phil’s face. Phil reached down and pumped Dan’s cock, thrusting in and out at a quick pace. The headboard was slamming against the wall, most likely making a dent and chipping the paint, but Phil didn’t care.
“Daddy!” Dan moaned, coming on his chest and Phil’s hand.
Phil continued to push in and out of Dan, chasing his orgasm and riding Dan through his.
“F-Fuck, baby. Gonna come. Make Daddy feel so fucking good,” Phil gasped.
Phil burst into the condom and thrusted a few more times before coming down from his high. He pulled out of Dan and took off the condom, tying it and tossing it in the bin. Both boys layed there, catching their breaths. After a few minutes, Phil finally spoke.
Phil rolled over to meet Dan’s warm, brown eyes.
“Yeah. Amazing,” Phil smiled, hair sticking to his forehead. “Do-Do you regret it?”
“Not for a second,” Dan grinned, scooching closer to Phil.
He placed a kiss on Phil’s lips.
“Look, I know that you’re really religious. I’m sorry if this made you uncomfortable and you never want to talk again. But I had a great time, nonetheless,” Phil said.
“Like you said. God wants us to be happy. And I’m happy right here. I had a great time too. I’d like to do it again sometime maybe?” Dan asked, squinting one eye closed, waiting for a response.
“I’d love to do it again. Maybe as something more than acquaintances though?” Phil chuckled.
“Ha, yeah. I’d love that even more.”
Dan put his head on Phil’s chest and Phil wrapped his arm around Dan, pulling him closer. He kissed Dan on the top of his head, noticing he was already passed out.
Phil quietly reached over and grabbed a few tissues, wiping off Dan’s cum from his hand and Dan’s chest, then tossed it away.
Phil breathed a sigh of content, finally happy with Daniel Howell. His Daniel Howell.
