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it was rare that jimmy ever came over to HER place . she never invited him either --- on paper their lives were WORLDS APART . her place was tiny , run down . the floors creaked & the kitchen sink leaked constantly . the fire escape didn’t close all the way & her landlord was constantly trying to get in her pants . JIMMYS place was the opposite & in a way it made her feel SMALLER --- even though he wasn’t exactly thriving on an HONEST living . but she looked passed that , inviting him over for some chinese food & a shitty eighties flick . an excuse to stay within the comfort of her walls while being in his company . when he showed they went about their usual business , they ate , drank , got a little fucked up & she --- well , was REALLY fucked up . she sat at the counter , staring at him in the kitchen while he poured himself another drink . ‘ i know you’re in love with me . ’ the words just SPILLED out , casually . she wasn’t sure WHY she allowed herself to say it , but it felt right . she knew --- she had known for a long time . it was OBVIOUS to anyone with two fucking eyes & a brain . maybe that’s why she stuck around . it thrilled her to know a man as DANGEROUS as jimmy --- had heart-eyes for little ol’ mayv .
desc: phil is cooking dan and himself dinner when an old jazz song comes on the radio and phil starts to seduce dan. written in 2015.
a/n: inspired by this song! lmao
Cooking was a thing Dan and Phil had always done together, which didn’t change no matter the season.
For some reason the window had cracked open, and large gusts of chilling wind filled the apartment, tiny snowflakes landing on the windowsill.
“Dan, did you open the window? It’s freezing!” Phil yelled to him.
“Of course not, it’s like minus 800 degrees!” he yelled back.
Whatever the consolation Phil shut the window and re-entered the kitchen. They had the Itunes Radio shuffling, something they had never tried before. The room was filled with the smells of cooking Mexican dinner.
Phil went up to the stove, moving it around in the frying pan when something shone into his eye blocking his vision.
What was it?
Tinsel.
The damn tinsel Dan had put in every part of the house possible. On chairs, the TV, Phil’s bedroom, and now on top of the cupboard just above the stove.
Phil ripped it down and set it on the countertop, quickly getting back to cooking.
Dan turned around and saw the tinsel coiled up on the bar.
“Why’d you take my festive tinsel down?” he whined.
“Well, I kinda need to see what I’m cooking. It reflected off the light and I couldn’t see anything. Maybe should’ve thought of that,” Phil said, but internally admitted the whole ordeal was a bit hilarious.
He huffed. “Ugh, fine. I hope you don’t mind a festive…doorway!” he said, finding a place for it to drape for the time being.
A song neither of them knew had but was their style had just concluded, but then a random song came on the shuffle. Phil just happened to know this song.
Although Dan was extremely well-rounded when it came to music, this was a rare time when Phil knew a song and he didn’t.
Dan looked at the phone connected to the speaker and read out the song title, which Phil already knew.
“Etta James?” he asked puzzled, looking at the screen. Phil laughed. Dan turned to me to see if their confusion was mutual, but Phil had a smirk plastered onto his face unlike Dan.
It was an old jazz tune from the 60’s, and immediately when the saxophone could be heard Phil began to dance. Jokingly, he began to goofily sway his hips and instantly Dan was in a fit of giggles.
Phil sang along.
“I don’t want you to be no slave,” grabbing a wooden spoon to use as a microphone.
“I don’t want you to work all day, but I want you to be true.”
Phil danced around the kitchen, oblivious to all but Dan.
“And I just wanna make love to you!” he sang at the top of his lungs. In an act of impulse he ran to the doorway and grabbed the tinsel, wrapping it around Dan’s back.
Keeping in rhythm, Phil made an objective to coerce Dan into dancing with him - and it worked.
“I don’t wanna keep you indoors,” Phil mused, looking into Dan’s eyes intensely. He turned the music up to drown out anything else, and all that mattered was keeping Dan looking back at him.
Phil twirled the golden tinsel around Dan’s hips and he looked at him seductively, biting his lip to keep from pouncing on Dan this very moment.
“There’s nothing for you to do but to keep me makin’ love to you,” Phil echoed in a deep voice. It always made Dan ache, and all he wanted to see was for him to get off to Phil singing into his ear in the middle of the kitchen.
And it was working.
“I can tell by the way you walk that walk, I can hear by the way you talk that talk.”
The tinsel danced between their bodies, and Phil dropped his wooden microphone, startling Dan, his cheeks deepening from a rose to bright red.
“I can give you all the lovin’ in the whole wide world,” Phil whispered into his ear. Dan moaned loud enough for the neighbors to hear, something he was famous for. Phil’s hips almost bucked up against Dan’s, begging for friction. The air filled with their breaths and a burning smell that met the crisp air outside. Phil ignored everything but him.
“I don’t want you sad and blue.”
Dan hungered for any contact as he bit down on Phil’s neck, leaving tiny marks.
“And I just wanna make love to you,” Phil emphasized, biting down just below his ear.
The heated session had ended as the song died down until it couldn’t be heard and they jumped back to reality. Phil quickly realized he shouldn’t have ignored everything, especially that burning smell.
They simultaneously gasped.
“My mexican fiesta!” Dan yelped, seeing the smoke fill the area. Instantly Phil shut off the stovetop, waving a dishtowel around. He took the pan off the stove and turned on the fans.
“Well there goes our special meal,” Dan said, giggling. “I knew how hungry you were too.”
“I think I’m hungry for something else, in fact,” Phil said, squeezing Dan’s backside before smacking it. He knew where Phil was going.
Once the smoke disintegrated and dinner had been dumped into the trash, Phil threw Dan against the nearest wall. He didn’t hesitate to latch onto Dan’s neck immediately, which earned a moan coming from him.
But Phil didn’t stop there. His head nuzzled into the crook of Dan’s collarbone as his body moved downward, leaving trails of kisses on the surface of his thin shirt. Making his way to the base of Dan’s shirt Phil quickly maneuvered him out of it. He dropped down to his knees and unclipped Dan’s belt, releasing some tension. Phil lowered his skin-tight jeans as they came around his ankles, and slipped them off as quickly as he could. He looked up at Dan and took the time to realize his boxers - Pokemon. Phil laughed.
Dan lightly shoved Phil’s shoulder. “Oh, shut it. Like you haven’t had chosen the wrong pair underwear because you were under the impression you were just going to have dinner and a relaxing evening, not sex next to the fridge,” He remarked. He was right, though.
Phil’s fingers wandered over the base of Dan’s slightly tanned thighs, finding a place on the inner part of his left and marked it, kissing overtop of it once he finished. He slowly removed Dan’s boxers, and made no effort to take them off his feet without taking his eyes off of Dan. In a swift motion Phil used one had to grab at his waist softly and used the other to take Dan into his mouth. Phil then realized this wouldn’t take much time at all, as by the time he got to Dan he was already half-hard. It was only seconds later that his moans to become increasingly loud and high-pitched with pleasure.
“Fuck, Phil-” he said, his breath hitching. Dan knew that Phil instinctively knows where his spots were. Phil’s head bobbed up and down at just the right pace, which was practically making Dan hit the roof. Phil’s throat closed around Dan. His hand moved up and down at his base, and Phil could feel Dan aching in his hand. Phil’s mouth buzzed around his length, something he had never done before but kept up his sleeve from a tabloid he read weeks ago. Apparently he should have been doing this earlier, as Dan’s voice went into an even higher range and a string of indecipherable words erupted from his mouth.
“Close,” Dan managed to warn, but it was barely audible for anyone to understand what he was saying. Phil slid his mouth from him and rubbed his hand around Dan’s length. In moments he came onto Phil’s hand, using the other to make sure I was thorough with it. Dan’s chest collapsed as he gave out and sank to the floor next to Phil.
They sat there huddled by the edge of countertop, fringes sweaty and what clothes they had on stuck to their skin, breaths so obnoxious their chests rose over their chins.
And for a few moments they just laid there like that, regaining any strength they had left.
“Jesus Christ, Phil,” Dan said after a few minutes.
And Phil knew he’d have to live up to this and exceed it every time Dan hungered for it.
