An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Explicit, Dan Howell/Phil Lester
Porn Without Plot, Fluff and Smut, Oral Sex, Anal Sex, Rough Sex, Top Dan Howell, Bottom Phil Lester
It was almost ridiculous to Dan how attracted he was to Phil sometimes, even after so many years. The fact that he never stopped being in love with him didn't help the issue.
Or, Dan and Phil enjoy each other's company in a lot of ways, and have many different forms of intimacy. Sometimes that involves Dan making Phil moan his name.
Or, porn. Without plot, but with heat, pleasure, banter, and love.
Yall help me out im going CRAAAAAZY. im trying to find out which dnp lookalikes these are from homoemo (and what particular vid this is) but the only results im getting are vids of seth savage and andrew dexter but they arent wearing the clothes seen in this photo !!! Apparently the vid from this pic is one of the most popular dnp lookalike vids wherein they allegedly used bedsheets similar to phil's, BUT I CANT FIND ITTTTT IM JUST SO CURIOUSSSSS someone help meeeeeuggghhhh
Y'all I finally did it and finished/posted chapter 4!!!!
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
This fic is important to me and I hope you guys enjoy it, this chapter is literally just smut:) If I had to preface it I would say not too vulgar or graphic but still detailed enough and intimate.
plz read and feel free to comment!! I love reading your thoughts! ily tysm
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
A Day in the Life of Phan
Summary:
Dip and Pip are out and about for promo stuff in a studio. Philly got horny and so they fucked in the studio.
Tags: Bottom!Phil, Top!Dan, Exhibitionism, Wall-sex, Anal fingering, Anal Sex, Dom Sub Undertones, Creampie
"Fuck, really Phil? Here? You want it now?" Dan whispers. Not surprised after all these years with Phil but still extremely baffled everytime Phil does or says something out of the ordinary. They're currently doing some promotional shoot in a professional studio, currently on a break after some shots on a small break room of some sorts.
It was definitely still a public setting despite them being the only two people in the small room at the moment and Dan shouldn't be as excited as he is right now like a damn teenager. But who can blame him when Phil's being extra flirty during their shoot after revealing that they are a couple to the world. He kept biting his tongue as he smiled at Dan, appearing so innocent in front of the flashing lights of the camera. Kept exposing his porcelain skin for all to see 'cause he has an open polo and a sleeveless shirt, and he knows Dan so well that he definitely knows Dan's watching. Watching Phil intensely and yet also keeping tabs on the production staff whose stares lingered a bit too long. He's used to this, or should be. 'Cause after the staff called out a one hour break, Phil immediately pulled him to sit on a chair and made himself comfortable on top of Dan's thighs.
"What if the answer's yes, danny boy?" Phil says, eyes glinting as he tilts his head a little with a matching eyebrow raise just to tease Dan. The latter just exhales loudly and purses his lips, contemplating on the consequences of what Phil - no, what he plans to do. Clearly, Phil sees Dan's thoughts elsewhere and decides to take matters into his own hands, he pulls the collar of Dan's shirt so he could steal a kiss, intenting to get Dan too excited to think about anything else. It definitely worked faster than he was expecting, right when he's about to pull away, Dan pulls him back in again by the back of his head. Dan's large hands framing his nape as he deepens the kiss which sent tingles to Phil's body. Phil whines amidst the kiss and unconsciously grinds his hips right on top of Dan's crotch. Dan sucks in a breath and forces himself to pull away momentarily.
"Is the door locked? How many minutes do we have? Are the walls in this building thin?" Phil almost couldn't understand Dan by how fast he said each question but years of talking to him really paid its price.
"Yes, about 45 minutes and no, I think it's a high end building but we still shouldn't be too loud just in case." Phil answers whilst unbuttoning his and then Dan's pants. Hands immediately palming Dan's rapidly growing erection. Dan whispers something like "Fuck it" upon hearing Phil's answer and wastes no time in pulling Phil in by the waist, embracing the man fully and settles on his neck to pepper some kisses until a somewhat hard suck on Phil's neck made Phil tell Dan to not leave marks above the collarbone. Dan was dismayed but decided he can just leave it someplace else. Dan helped Phil out of his denim shorts and placed his hands at the back of his thighs and stands up while holding Phil. Phil gasps at the movement and clasps on Dan like a koala in fear of falling. He feels the wall behind his back a few seconds later and his underwear being pulled just slightly down so Dan can access his hole. Phil was already extremy dazed by how Dan shows his strength and even moreso when Dan found a way to free his other hand and insert it in Phil's mouth. Phil wants to tell him, he's already good to go, that he's still stretched out from last night but found the current events too hot to just stop. He laves at Dan's fingers, sucking it like it's Dan's dick and not missing to make eye contact as he sucks.
"You're a fucking menace Phil." Dan whispers hoarsely at the scene. Phil just keeps on testing his patience. Too nice for his own good and too damn hot for his own good. When his fingers starts dripping with Phil's saliva, he pulls it out and presses it harshly at Phil's entrance. Finding it still soft and pliant, probably from last night and the thought makes Dan's head - both heads - throb. Phil kisses Dan's neck and hugs him tightly as he's being stretched open with Dan's thick and long fingers, trying hard to suppress his moans.
"If anyone sees you right now, Phil, what would they think? They might assume I'm not giving it to you good when we're at home because of how thirsty you are for this. Is that true, Phil?" Dan whispers, readying himself for the moment he feels Phil's tight heat again. He doesn't want to come too early lest he cuts of the fun too soon.
"No, no, Dan. You give it to me so good every time. Please, I'm ready for you." Phil answers breathlessly, eyes glassy with unshed tears as Dan finds that spot that has him grabbing Dan for dear life, his nails scraping Dan's back.
Dan pulls out his hands and immediately pulls down his own underwear as soon as he has his pants unzipped. His cock springs up to life and hits his stomach. Fully hard without him needing to touch it. Just by seeing, feeling and hearing Phil become putty in his hands is enough to get him raring to go. All while Phil mutters a littany of 'hurry' and 'please' to Dan. He kisses Phil to shut him up for a second and to gather enough spit in his mouth to use as lube, Phil frowns when he pulled away from the kiss to spit at his hand.
"Ugh, that's so gross Dan..." Phil grimaces as he watches Dan rub his shaft with the spit. Dan just smirks at him before going back for another kiss, definitely not to shut Phil up about hygiene when Phil's the one who started this, and he's really not in the mood for finding a lube anywhere else if Phil decided to make him go look.
He uses the kiss as a distraction and lines himself up, still holding Phil against the wall steadily and silently thanking his frequent gym sessions that made him utilize the strength he has in his body properly. Phil gasps, his mouth opening at the blunt intrusion against his entrance. Dan's cock head slides in easily and the first slow drag of Dan's shaft inside made Phil's head spin at how delicious it was. Soon enough Dan finds a rhythm for his thrusts. Marking Phil everywhere his mouth can reach as he goes harder and faster by Phil's demands.
"Yes, dan, please. Just like that... hnghhh!" Phil felt his moans about to spiral out of control as Dan's relentless thrusts pushes him to the edge. He's not used to holding back, always being told by Dan that he loves hearing Phil whenever they make love. Yet at the back of Phil's mind, there's this rush and excitement from doing it in a place that they're both unfamiliar with, also in a place where there's tons of people who can immediately suspect or see what went down. So he opts for Dan's hand, the hand that was plastered on the wall to balance them both. He taps it once, twice, before Dan was able to focus on what he's trying to say because Dan's too busy leaving love bites.
Phil gestures towards Dan's hand and his own mouth, only able to say the words "I can't-" before Dan fully understood him to which Dan easily complied. Dan's sweating profusely, this situation couldn't be hotter in his opinion. They've definitely done almost anything and everything but times like these really tests their top moments.
Dan always adored how Phil takes it like a champ all the time, his skin glistens pink and not to mention his fucked out face. Fuck. Dan really likes him too much it has become a problem.
As Dan drowns out his thoughts as he savors each slide of their skin against each other, they hear a soft knock on the door. Dan halts immediately as they both look at the door like they saw a ghost then they both look at each other's eyes. Upon the second knock there was a voice asking for them to come out to check on something. Yet they're still staring at each other, gauging how to react. Phil was the first to break their eye contact, hand holding Dan's forearm that's connected to the hand currently on his mouth, preventing him to speak. Phil intends to immediately get down from this position and fix himself, ready to complain about being blue balled later when they got home.
However, Dan has other thoughts. Dan did a short experimental thrust, eyes focused on Phil's face as it contorted into one of shock, pleasure and horror. Phil's eyes went wild at what Dan did, then to make matters worse, Dan removes his hand from Phil's mouth and looks at the direction of the door as if to say Phil has gotta be the one to answer and make up an excuse. Phil shivers at the absurdity of it all. He knows they're both wild and downright crazy at times but this takes the cake. Dan thrusts again, when a third knock came and Phil cursed Dan in his head. He's literally too fucked right now to think and Dan decides to be a meanie, just great.
Phil clears his throat and in a loud voice says "Uhm, p-please - uh - excuse Dan and me. W-we're currently on an important call. So - nghh!" Phil glares at Dan when Dan decided his cock in Phil is not enough so he needs to nibble on his nips. Dan thought he might really get in trouble with Phil later so he decided to help him out.
"Yeah, it's a really important call so please tell the others we'll answer any queries after the break." Dan supplies, tone steady even though he's breathing hard and his stamina is declining fast.
"Oh, that's noted, please forgive me for the disturbance." The staff said and thankfully walked away without any fuss.
"You're such a twat! What if they-mmmhhhh" Phil gets shut up by a kiss again, Dan just resumes like nothing happened and soon they're both nearing their climax.
"Fuck, Dan... I'm so close. Oh God," Phil lets out in a shaky breath, his thighs and legs are quaking and his back is sore but he's very much enjoying every second.
"Me too, but don't call God. My name should be enough for you." Dan grunts, his thrusts becoming sporadic.
"Ugh, Dan! Why are you so- I- I'm gonna cum!" He used Dan's arm from earlier to muffle any loud sounds he might make by biting on his forearm. Despite Phil's annoyance with Dan's statement killing the mood he's amazed to see how his cock didn't go soft and instead shot strings of white all over his stomach and Dan's chest. Dan soon following by burying himself as deep as he can go and even with Phil's warning from earlier, he still can't help but nibble on his neck to stave of the sensation of going over the edge.
They calmed down from their highs for a few good seconds before Dan finally got his brain back and slowly pulled out and brought Phil down back on his own feet. He watched as his cum dripped down Phil's quivering thighs and went straight to his underwear that they didn't have time to remove. He feels his cheeks heat up again and immediately looked away to find something he can wipe on but as soon as he's about to turn around, Phil makes his first step and wobbles. Dan thankfully manages to catch him before a nasty fall.
"That was scary, thought I'd fall on my face... this is your fault." Phil says, staring at his jell-o like legs in shock.
"Well, I can't say I'm sorry for fucking you good but I'm sorry I was being an ass." Dan says and presses Phil a forehead kiss before helping him to the nearby chair.
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Both 2010 Dan and Phil go into the future this time. What could happen?
Warnings: Smut and a lot of it, mentions of depression/suicidal thoughts
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Read part ONE
November of 2010
For the past week or so, Dan had been struggling with his mental health. His anxiety was at an all-time high and his depression was so bad that he couldn’t force himself out of bed and into class most days. When Phil found out just how bad it was and that Dan hadn’t been sleeping, he put his foot down.
“I’m coming in a taxi to pick you up in thirty minutes. You’re going to spend the entire weekend with me so that I can help you sleep and feed you. Don’t argue, just pack your duffle bag, I’ll see you soon. I love you.” He had said as soon as his boyfriend had picked up his phone. Phil didn’t even give Dan time to respond, not wanting to be argued with.
Dan had groaned, but he pulled himself out of bed and packed his bag. He hated ccwhen Phil treated him like a child who couldn’t do anything for himself. Though he knew that he needed to be taken care of sometimes, he hated feeling weak in that way. It wasn’t often that Phil would order him around, he wasn’t controlling or anything, but when he did it made Dan feel stupid.
As Phil had promised, he was at Dan’s dorm in about a half hour and knocked on his boyfriend’s door. The younger man opened the door slowly, knowing that he looked as awful as he felt. His hair was curling and sticking out in random places, his eyes were red and puffy from crying and he hadn’t showered in a week. Surely, he smelled terrible.
“Hey love, ready to go?” Phil asked, taking Dan’s bag before pulling him into a bone-breaking hug.
Normally, Dan would push him away since they were in public. They were beginning to become more popular online and he didn’t want to risk being outed online. This time, however, he was so exhausted, so done with everything that he just melted into the warm blanket of Phil’s arms. More tears filled his brown eyes and splattered against Phil’s green hoodie like raindrops.
“Let’s get you home,” Phil whispered, leading Dan down the stairs of the stale-smelling building. It was all so dull, so lifeless. It was no wonder that Dan’s mental health was hurting.
Dan smiled a bit at Phil’s words. Home… Dan didn’t live with Phil yet, but nowhere else felt more like home. Phil’s apartment had all of Dan’s favorite things, good snacks, cozy blankets, good movies, and of course, his Phil. Whenever he spent a few days with Phil, he always went back to his dorm feeling refreshed. It was like a clean slate each time.
“I can’t wait until my home really is with you,” Dan whispered when Phil opened the taxi door for him to climb inside.
Phil blushed at Dan’s words and climbed into the other side of the taxi, “soon bear, soon.” he had promised.
~
Phil walked into his apartment, lugging Dan’s worn-down black duffle bag over his shoulder. He propped the door open with his elbow and allowed his boyfriend to walk in behind him. When Phil set the duffle bag onto the floor, he pulled Dan over to the couch, “Let’s watch a movie. We can order pizza!”
Dan blinked and smiled sleepily, “Pizza sounds good actually, but I don’t want you to spend money on me. You already paid for the taxi.”
“Don’t worry baby, I just got paid from my video sponsor. The rent is already paid and everything. You deserve it.” Phil explained, cupping his boyfriend’s cheek softly.
Dan wanted to argue, he really did, but he knew Phil was just trying to help him. He struggled with letting himself be loved, he didn’t deserve it. He never felt like he loved Phil enough. He knew his feelings for the other man, he knew that he would bend over backwards just to make him smile, but he wasn’t sure how to show it.
This was the first time in Dan’s life that he had fallen in love. Sure, he had crushes and partners in the past, but it was never anything like this. This relationship felt different, it felt like something strong and everlasting. Even when they had spats, they never felt serious or harmful; and that scared Dan more than anything. What if Phil was too good for him? It felt like it more often than he liked.
“Do you want your usual?” Phil asked, kissing Dan’s cheek.
The brunette nodded and smiled, looking Phil up and down. He couldn’t wrap his head around Phil’s beauty, it was otherworldly. Dan could go swimming in his eyes, but he knew deep down that he would never come back up for air. Phil had somehow become just as important as breathing to Dan, maybe even more so. He so desperately wanted to tell Phil the words in his heart, but he just… couldn’t.
Phil placed the order for pizza excitedly, “I haven’t had pizza in a few months now.” He chuckled, “that’s gotta be some kind of record for me.”
“You had pizza without me?!” Dan asked in a joking tone, shaking his head in mock disbelief.
The older man blushed deeply, “no, well yes, but still no.”
Dan raised an eyebrow and sat up straighter on the sofa, “what do you mean?”
Surely he would remember having pizza with his boyfriend. They didn’t eat pizza together often, it was a treat. More often than not, Phil would make Dan scrambled eggs and toast when he came over. The last time that they had pizza, Phil was still living with his parents.
“Well… um, so you remember I said I was going to make that video a while ago, trying out one of my grandma’s spells?” Phil explained anxiously, his words blending together a bit.
Dan nodded slowly, “yeah…”
Phil played with his hands, rubbing his fingers together as if he was going to snap them, “so, it worked. But I didn’t get to film it. I met you in the future. And myself too.” He rambled, looking at his feet. “They fed me pizza.”
The brunette blinked a couple of times before doubling over with a laugh, “Phil, you really had me thinking that I lost my memories or something for a minute. You spoon! Why are you pranking me?”
“It’s not a joke or anything Dan. I promise- I swear! It really happened, I even have proof.” Phil explained before rushing into his bedroom.
Dan was left sitting on the sofa with his mind running a thousand miles a minute. What was Phil on about? Phil knew that Dan was a skeptic. When Phil did the tarot reading, pulling the knight of wands was just a coincidence. Fate, soulmates, magic, ghosts, none of it was real. To Dan, everything that couldn’t be proven with his own eyes and science was just something made up by other humans to give them some kind of comfort.
Phil came running back into the lounge with a folded up piece of paper in his hand, tossing it to Dan excitedly, “when I got back from the future, I thought I had dreamed it and I was upset. But then, I found this in my pocket. Look, it’s your handwriting!”
“This is ridiculous Phil, time travel isn’t real. Magic isn’t real.” Dan argued dully, unfolding the piece of paper. The paper was a bit worn down, having obviously been opened and closed many times before. As Dan looked at the writing, he felt his blood run cold. It was his handwriting, there was no doubt about it. If he didn’t know better, he would’ve thought that he wrote it himself.
Dan blinked a few times, trying to make sense of what he was looking at, “Phil… what the hell? This has to be a joke.”
Phil shook his head lightly, “it’s not bear, I promise! They said something about you being with me next time, so maybe we can try the spell together? I can prove it to you. And if it doesn’t work, I’ll blow you. You’ll get something out of it.”
Despite his annoyance, Dan blushed at Phil’s words. He didn’t want to try a spell that he knew wouldn’t work, but the promise of a blow job made it worth it in his eyes. He heaved a sigh and nodded in agreement, running his fingers through his admittedly greasy hair.
“Great! Why don’t you go shower before the pizza gets here? I’ll get everything for the spell set up.” Phil offered softly, placing a soft kiss to Dan’s forehead.
Dan huffed playfully, “Yeah, that’s a good idea. I know I smell like shit.”
Phil chuckled and nodded in agreement before pulling some sweatpants and a shirt from Dan’s bag, “there’s a towel set out for you already and a clean washcloth in the shower.”
“Oh… thank you babe, I love you.” Dan whispered, feeling his neck and ears heat up at his own words.
Phil smiled brightly, “I love you too silly, now go. Get nice and clean.”
~
A little over an hour later, Phil and Dan were sitting across from each other holding hands. Phil had already lit the candles and rehearsed the familiar words of the spell with Dan. Since both of them were trying to travel into the future, it made the most sense to Phil that they say the spell at the same time.
“Are you ready?” Phil asked with a small smirk, sending Dan’s heart into overdrive.
Dan truly didn’t believe that the spell would work, but he was feeling nervous. His mind was filled with the possibility of it actually working. What would happen? Would he actually be able to see himself in the future? Did he even have a future? What would Phil be like in the future?
“Yeah, as ready as I’ll ever be.” Dan hummed teasingly.
Both men counted down from three before saying the spell outloud three times, one after the other. As before, nothing seemed amiss in the room around them. Nothing looked or felt any different than before.
“You know Philly, if you wanted to suck me off all you had to do was ask.” Dan teased, moving to stand out of the circle only to be pulled back down by Phil.
Suddenly, the strong scent of cinnamon and pine trees surrounded both men. Phil giggled and winked at Dan knowingly, “it’s working!”
Dan froze and clung to Phil’s hands, “what?! Wait, what’s going on?!”
A bright light flashed in front of them both, making them shut their eyes tightly.
~
Dan opened his eyes with a soft groan, his vision still blurry from sleep. What a weird dream. He yawned and rubbed his eyes, Phil curled up into his side. He heard voices, had Phil left the TV on? No… Phil was talking to someone.
The brunette sat up quickly, his eyes widening. He and Phil were sitting on the floor of a place that he didn’t recognize. A large, real christmas tree was perched carefully in the corner of the room, decorated in a variety of different ornaments. He quickly recognized one, the our first Christmas ornament with his and Phil’s name engraved. A gift that Phil had given him just a week ago because he couldn’t wait until December.
“Looks like someone finally woke up.” A deep voice said with a laugh, startling Dan.
He peeked around Phil and gasped. On the large couch in front of them were two men. One with curly brown hair and uncomfortably familiar brown eyes. The other man was curled into the curly haired man’s side, obviously not wanting to be talked to. No… the spell had worked?
Dan stuttered a few times before rubbing his temples, “I… I’m dreaming. This can’t be happening.”
“I told you Dan, that’s what you get for not believing me.” Phil giggled, pulling his boyfriend into a hug happily.
The older Dan laughed, “I was always such a skeptic. Welcome back Philly, and welcome to you Danny. Phil here isn’t having the best mental health day, it’s just been a lot today. Meetings, video calls, editing videos, it takes a lot out of him. I’m going to run him a bath, you two are free to join us.”
“When I was here last time they decided to call me Philly so that we wouldn’t get confused or anything. While you were asleep we decided to call you Danny for now.” Philly explained to Danny softly, kissing his cheek.
Danny nodded slowly before looking at his older self in awe, “Um… I don’t want to invade your privacy. We can stand down here.”
“None of that. Come with me and help me run the bath. I know you have a lot of questions for me. The Phils can stay down here.” Dan explained, gently laying Phil down on the couch completely before kissing his nose.
Danny bit his lip and nodded, hugging his Phil before standing up nervously. He looked up at himself from the future, shocked by his height. He never expected to be taller than Phil one day. He wasn’t sure that he liked it, he always liked feeling small next to his boyfriend.
Dan led Danny up the stairs and into a large master bedroom with an ensuite bathroom. Dan went to the walk-in closet and pulled out a soft looking, deep blue robe and some fuzzy socks before walking into the bathroom to start the water. Danny followed him nervously, feeling like he was in trouble, though he did nothing wrong.
“So, I’m assuming this is your house? Like you and Phil own it?” Danny mumbled, chewing on his thumb nail.
Dan chuckled and nodded, “we had it built just for us. A new build. We live on the outskirts of London, just like we always talked about.”
Danny nodded slowly, looking at his feet, “so, you know how to take care of Phil.” he whispered.
“Yeah, fifteen years with someone teaches you a lot Danny. It took him a long time to actually accept that I wanted to take care of him. You know how he is, he always wants to be the strong one. But now, he lets me treat him like royalty, especially when he needs it. It took a lot of time, patience and communication. Trust me, it didn’t happen overnight.” Dan explained with a smile, tossing two towels onto the countertop.
Danny rubbed his arm with a sigh, “I just feel like I don’t love him properly. Like I love him so fucking much but I don’t know how to show it. I feel selfish and stupid because I can’t figure it out. He’s my partner but I feel like I take more than I give.”
“Danny, you’re barely nineteen. You’ve got years to figure it all out. It’s all about give and take. One day you take more and the next he’ll take more. Some days he’ll give seventy five percent and you can only give twenty five. It’s all about balance.” Dan explained with a chuckle, “but since you and Philly are here, I can show you one way that I take care of him. I think you’ll like it.”
When the tub was halfway full, Dan dropped in a bath bomb and led Danny back down the stairs, “Come on bubby, the bath is nearly ready. It’s okay if young Phan joins us, right?”
Phil giggled and nodded, “that’s okay. As long as they don’t mind seeing me naked.”
Both Danny and Philly turned bright red at Phil’s words. Danny held onto his boyfriend’s hand nervously. He didn’t want to admit it outloud, but older Phil was one of the most gorgeous men he had ever seen in his life. Phil definitely aged like fine wine.
“I’m okay with it, I mean it’s just myself.” Philly giggled, “are you okay with it?” He asked, looking down at his boyfriend.
Danny nodded shyly, “Yeah… nothing I haven’t seen before.”
Dan chuckled and led all three men back up the stairs. He had Phil sit on the edge of the bed before carefully unbuttoning the man’s shirt and sliding it off his shoulders. He did the same with Phil’s socks before turning his attention to his pajama pants. Dan placed a soft kiss to Phil’s lips before helping him move his hips, pulling his partner’s pants and underwear off in one fluid motion.
Danny hid his face in Philly’s neck, feeling his entire body heat up. He knew that if he looked for too long, he would get a boner. He didn’t want to embarrass himself today, especially not in front of himself.
“Damn, I’m pretty hot.” Philly laughed softly, holding Danny protectively.
Dan chuckled softly, “you have no idea.” He teased, leading Phil into the bathroom and helping him sit in the tub.
Danny and Philly sat on the floor of the bathroom, while Dan grabbed a washcloth and used it to wash Phil’s shoulders and neck, occasionally pausing just long enough to kiss Phil softly. Danny couldn’t help but watch in complete awe of the situation. Phil was the one being pampered, but he couldn’t deny that his older self looked relaxed too.
After Dan rinsed the suds from the body wash off of Phil, he used his soap covered hand to rub Phil’s tummy and down to his crotch. Phil moaned so quietly that Danny barely heard it, but it sent his blood straight down to his cock. Beside him, Philly tensed up, watching the scene in front of him intently. He felt like he was looking at something he shouldn’t be, but he couldn’t look away.
“I like to work him up in the tub. It helps him relax, especially with the warm water. The gentle touches get him the most. Like, if I stroke his cock with just the tips of my fingers, like this.” Dan explained, petting Phil’s hardening cock with just the tips of three fingers, “He’ll start to lose his reserves.”
Phil whimpered in the tub, biting his bottom lip softly as Dan continued to stroke him with soft touches. Danny watched intently, making mental notes. He and Philly had only ever gone fast and hard, always too eager to feel each other. They didn’t have the patience to take their time. Maybe he needed to try it.
Philly panted softly beside Danny, the view in front of him making him melt. He could feel himself hardening in his jeans, but he was too far gone to care. If someone saw him getting worked up, so be it. This was one of the hottest things he had ever seen.
“Here Danny, give it a try.” Dan offered, standing up and drying off his hands.
Danny looked at Philly, silently asking permission before moving.
“It’s okay with me, bear.” He blushed, “I want to watch.”
Danny kissed him softly before standing up and kneeling beside the tub, nervously lathering his hand with body wash. He had never touched a man so much older than him, and the thought alone was enough to make him full with want. With nervous fingers, he began to stroke Phil slowly.
“Mmm, just a bit more pressure love.” Phil instructed softly, a smile on his face.
Danny nodded and applied more pressure obediently, earning a soft moan from the man in front of him. Danny felt himself surge with pride.
Dan sat next to Philly on the floor with a smile, leaning to whisper in his ear, “you like this, don’t you? Watching your boyfriend learn how to pleasure you? I see how hard you’re getting. It’s turning me on baby. I bet you wish I was touching you right now.”
Philly whimpered and crossed his legs, trying to hide how turned on he was. Dan was right, he wanted to be touched. He wanted to be worshiped. He wanted to be the one in the tub, exposed to the other men in the room.
“Don’t hide your pretty body, love. That’s it, just relax.” Dan whispered, pushing Philly’s knees apart gently.
Meanwhile Phil was panting and writhing in the tub, wanting nothing more than to thrust his hips for more friction. He knew that if he did, that this feeling would end too quickly. So he stayed still, allowing the inexperienced nineteen year old to strong him.
“Alright, that’s enough for now. Let me get Phil dried off and dressed, then I can show you how to give him a massage.” Dan hummed, standing up to let the water out of the tub.
Danny blushed and stepped away from the tub, moving into his boyfriend’s arms. He leaned against Philly, feeling embarrassed and a bit shameful. He had touched another man in front of his boyfriend. Well, not really another man, but someone who wasn’t the same man he was cuddling up to. It was devious and wrong, but it turned him on greatly.
“I never imagined something like this would happen.” Philly whispered with a soft giggle, “well, maybe in my weirdest fantasies.”
Danny gasped softly, “you’ve thought about this?” He asked in a whisper.
Philly nodded, pushing his black fringe from his eyes, “a few times. The thought of being fucked by you in the future while you suck me off has come to mind a few times. I’ve also thought of you fucking me while I suck future you off and older me fucks you.” He explained, hiding his face in his boyfriend’s hair.
Danny stuttered a few times, his cock fully hard in his sweatpants now. He couldn’t fight it off, no matter how many times he tried to ignore what was happening around him. He tried desperately to think about the essay that he needed to be working on, but nothing could possibly distract him.
Dan walked out of the bathroom, with the two towels that he had used to dry Phil off with. He was back within a minute without the towels and grabbed Phil’s hand, “you know the drill bub, hands and knees on the bed. I put the pillow down for you. Make sure that you’re over the towel.”
Phil nodded and kissed Dan deeply, “yes sir. Thank you sir.”
Philly blushed deeply as the words his future self used. Sir… it had a nice ring to it. He and Danny hadn’t used any names like that in the bedroom or anything before, but maybe they should.
“Alright Philly, would you like to join my Phil on the bed? He’ll show you how to position yourself. If you decide to, I’ll be touching you. Is that okay? With both of you? Phil and I have already talked about it, but we all have to be okay with it.” Dan explained, kneeling in front of his past self. He squeezed Philly’s hand in reassurance.
Philly looked at Danny with a shy smile, “I think I want to try. If it’s okay with you.”
“Of course it’s okay with me baby. As long as I get to help.” Danny smiled, nuzzling his boyfriend’s neck.
Dan stood up with a smile, “okay let’s get you naked first.”
Philly nodded and bit his bottom lip before going to pull his shirt off. Dan grabbed his wrist gently to stop him, pushing his hand to his side.
“No love, stripping you is our job. Danny, watch and learn.” Dan chuckled, using one hand to pin Philly’s hands above his head.
Slowly, Dan used his other hand to pull Philly’s shirt up just enough to show his tummy, “pull his pants down just enough to show his hips. Then I want you to bite his hips. Bite, lick, suck, kiss. It will ruin him. Won’t it beautiful?” Dan smirked, nuzzling the younger man’s cheek with his own.
Danny nodded and got onto his knees, pulling Philly’s pants down just a bit. He smiled when Philly took in a sudden deep breath. He quickly placed a soft kiss on his boyfriend’s hip, sucking the skin just enough to leave a mark. Above him, Philly was whimpering pitifully, his legs beginning to shake. Danny used one of his hands to massage Philly’s other hip, all while Dan placed gentle kisses on his neck.
“See? He loves it. Don’t you Philly?” Dan asked, releasing the younger man’s hands before pulling his shirt off completely, “I can’t wait to show you what I’ve learned. Things you can’t even imagine, beautiful. And I’m going to teach Danny here everything, so you can be treated like a princess.”
Philly whimpered and rubbed his thighs together, desperate for something to relieve the pressure that he felt. Danny smirked against the soft, pale skin of his hips before biting down suddenly, eliciting a loud moan from his boyfriend. Danny stood back up and kissed Philly deeply while Dan pulled philly’s pants off completely.
“Alright Philly, go into the bedroom. There’s a towel and pillow for you. Phil will show you what to do. Just relax with him for a minute, we’ll be right out.” Dan chuckled, sending Philly on his way.
Dan looked down at Danny with a smirk, “see how sexy he is? How sexy he stays? That’s all yours and he knows it. He belongs to you, and you belong to him. Show him that you want every piece of him. Tonight I’m going to show you how to milk him.”
Danny’s eyes widened, “but… what if I’m not good enough at it? I’ve never done it before. What if it’s not good for him?”
“Ah, I forgot how much I used to doubt myself all the time. It won’t be perfect the first time, it takes practice. But at least I can show you how to do it. It will be the best orgasm of his life.” Dan explained.
Danny nodded and took a deep breath. Dan grabbed his hand, pulling him into the bedroom easily. On the bed were both Phils, laying down on their chests with their asses up in the air. They both rested their heads on pillows and a towel set right beneath their cocks. Danny felt his cock twitch in his pants once again, precum wetting his underwear.
Dan walked to the closet again and grabbed a large bottle of lube. Danny recognized it easily as the same cherry lube that he and Philly used all the time. It was his favorite as it worked well and tasted nice.
“Surprised? Don’t fix what’s not broken.” Dan chuckled, leading Danny over to the men on the bed.
Danny looked at his boyfriend shyly, taking in his flustered face. Philly was holding hands with Phil as if he were nervous. Hell, he probably was nervous. Danny and Philly had sex regularly, but it had never felt quite this intimate.
“Go ahead and take your shirt off Danny, you know how messy this lube is.” Dan instructed, pulling his own shirt off.
The younger man quickly pulled his shirt off, tossing it to the carpeted floor with a soft thud. He looked up at Dan expectantly, trying not to look at his toned stomach and arms. It was the body he had dreamed of having for years, but he never had the motivation to go to the gym.
Dan caught his eyes and smirked, tilting his chin up with the tips of his fingers, “oh Danny, see how hot you get when you take care of yourself? It’s worth it, trust me.”
Danny felt his jaw go slack as he stared into the eyes of the man he would become. The man that he would grow to be, all because he didn’t give up. He suddenly felt more at ease, more comfortable with his life.
“Alright, just follow my lead.” Dan instructed, walking over to his partner on the bed.
Danny walked closer to get a good look as Dan began to kiss Phil’s inner thighs, sucking the skin softly while using his hands to spread Phil’s cheeks. Phil whimpered beneath him, squeezing Philly’s hand softly as he did. Dan chuckled and grabbed the lube, rubbing it between his fingers to warm it up.
“Come on Danny, open Philly up. We can’t milk him if we can’t get inside.” Dan laughed softly.
Danny walked over to his boyfriend and shyly peppered his cheeks with soft kisses, only pausing for a moment to pull at the skin with his teeth. The breathy whimpers that he earned made warmth build up in the bottom of his stomach. His cock twitched again in his underwear, making him shudder.
“Good boy, now here’s some lube. You’re going to use your tongue too. I’ll show you first.” Dan explained softly, his voice sounding deeper than before.
In a moment, Danny’s fingers were covered in the cherry lube. The smell penetrated his nostrils, making him lick his lips. He watched intently as Dan used his lubed up pointer finger to trace around Phil’s rim. Phil trembled from the touch, his jaw completely slack as he panted softly. Dan slipped his finger in slowly, twisting it around the tight muscle.
“Good job bubby, just relax. Think of how good it’s going to feel. Three fingers inside you, right against your prostate. Tasting you with my tongue. I can’t wait to taste you baby. Danny here is watching. He’s going to see you melt against my touches, he’s going to see just how fucking beautiful you are when you cum.” Dan purred, thrusting his finger slowly before adding another.
Phil moaned loudly, “Dan, it already feels so good. Please… I need more.”
“Soon my love, soon. We can have Philly left out. Go ahead Danny, give it a try.” Dan ordered, still thrusting his finger gently.
Danny nodded eagerly and traced his lubed finger around his boyfriend’s rim, applying just a bit of pressure. Philly whined beneath him, wiggling his ass a bit. Danny licked his lips, slowly pushing his finger in and thrusting it gently.
“Mmm, oh god.” Philly moaned breathily.
Dan hummed, “good, now add your tongue Danny. Like this.”
Dan continued to finger Phil, speeding up the pace just a bit. He leaned down, tracing his partner’s rim with his tongue before adding it beside his finger. When Phil moaned beneath him, Dan thrust his tongue and finger in time together.
Danny blushed and took a deep breath. He wasn’t against rimming, not in the slightest, but he was inexperienced. Blow jobs, he was good at. He had given and received plenty. What if he wasn’t good enough?
He nervously bent forward and swirled his tongue around Philly’s hole before sliding it in next to his finger. He tried to get a rhythm, a good timing but it seemed impossible. Though Philly was panting and wiggling, it didn’t seem like enough.
Dan hummed, “good try. It’ll take a lot of practice to get it right. Here, let me try.”
Danny hung his head in embarrassment before nodding, switching spots with the older version of himself. He stood in between the men on the bed, being sure to stay out of the way.
“Make yourself useful Danny. Stroke them, suck them, do something.” Dan scolded softly before licking around Philly’s hole.
Danny blushed deeply, watching how his boyfriend’s hips thrust at the feeling of being touched so intimately. Just watching the man he loved so dearly in so much pleasure sent a jolt of electricity to his cock. He took a deep breath before sliding himself on his back, onto the bed. He quickly took his boyfriend’s cock in his mouth, using his right hand to stroke Phil slowly.
Both Phils moaned loudly at the touch, making Danny whimper. His sweats felt too constricting. His cock ached against the fabric, and he felt like he could cum any minute.
Dan pulled his mouth away from philly’s hole and smirked, “now this is fucking hot. Look at you, pleasuring two men at once. You’re getting off on it huh?”
Danny whined against his boyfriend’s cock, rubbing his thighs together in desperation. He felt like he was going insane. He was so turned on that his mind was an array of nothing. All that Danny could focus on was the taste of precum on his tongue, the moans of the men beside him and Dan’s words.
Suddenly, Dan moved in front of Danny, pulling off the younger man’s sweats and underwear in a fluid motion, freeing his aching cock. Danny pulled off of his boyfriend’s cock to moan at the freedom. He reached his spare hand to touch himself, only to be stopped by Dan.
“Not yet, this is about them right now. You’ll get your chance. I’m going to milk them both at the same time. Your job is to stroke them while I do.” Dan ordered, sliding two fingers into both Phils.
Danny nodded eagerly, taking a cock in each hand and stroking. His boyfriend moaned his name softly and thrust his hips, while future Phil whimpered and stayed in place. Dan expertly thrust his fingers, finding both men’s prostates with ease. The room was filled with loud moans and pants suddenly, making Danny stroke faster.
“Fuck… Oh fuck!” Philly moaned out, his cheek buried into the pillow.
Dan chuckled, “are you going to cum already baby? Danny, get your mouth on his pretty cock, take his cum.”
Danny smiled and nodded eagerly, moving his head to suck his boyfriend’s cock. He sucked softly on the head while Dan thrust his fingers harder before using them to rub Philly’s prostate. Danny sucked harder, bobbing his head up and down slowly, using his tongue to focus on the tip.
“I’m gonna… I’m gonna cum.” Philly cried out, tears glistening on his eyelashes.
Danny moaned and suddenly cum shot into his mouth, making him choke a bit before swallowing it. Above him, Philly was still whimpering and crying, clearly overwhelmed with pleasure. Danny pulled his softening cock from his mouth gently and cupped his boyfriend’s cheeks, wiping the stray tears.
“Are you alright love?” Danny asked, feeling worried.
Philly nodded and closed his eyes with a smile, “that was the hardest I’ve cum in my life.”
“Alright baby, lay down and rest for now. Danny, it’s Phil’s turn. You’re going to take his cum like a good boy, and maybe you’ll be rewarded. If you can’t handle it, then no reward. Got it?” Dan asked with a smirk, pulling his fingers from philly gently.
Danny nodded, “I can do it.” He promised, crawling underneath Phil and taking his cock in his mouth.
The young brunette moaned around Phil’s cock before bobbing his head slowly, taking more and more of him in with each movement. Phil whimpered above him as Dan added a third finger into his, thrusting without mercy.
Phil’s legs shook violently as Dan held pressure on his prostate, watching his face carefully. Danny sucked harder, taking all of Phil down his throat proudly, his nose buried in his pubic hair. All he could smell was cherries and musk.
“He’s about to cum, be ready.” Dan ordered, suddenly thrusting his fingers hard and fast into his partner.
Phil moaned loudly and thrust his hips, though he had nowhere to go. Danny’s mouth was suddenly filled with a second load of cum which he swallowed more easily than before. He continued to suck Phil’s cock until it softened and he pulled off shyly.
As soon as Danny moved, Phil collapsed completely on the bed beside Philly who was already asleep. Both men looked so at ease that it made Danny bubble with jealousy. What would it be like to have such a hard orgasm that you felt that relaxed?
“Alright Danny, you did good. Stand up.” Dan chuckled, pulling him off of the bed.
Danny stood on shaky legs, his cock still red and aching. He bit his lip and watched Dan closely, unsure of what he was planning.
“I’m proud of you. You made two beautiful men cum and swallowed all of it. You took care of them, just like they needed. Now you know, you can love Phil, even if you think you don’t know how. It’s not that hard, just do what feels right. Now, how about a little bit of self love?” Dan asked softly, getting on his knees in front of Danny.
For the first time, Danny realized that Dan wasn’t wearing pants anymore either. His cock stood at attention, precum glistening on the tip. Danny couldn’t help but lick his lips at the sight.
Before he even had time to react, Dan’s lips were wrapped around his cock, making him throw his head back. Danny pushed his sweaty fringe from his forehead while panting. He fought the urge to thrust his hips, instead burying his fingers into Dan’s curly hair.
Dan looked up at him with hooded eyes, swallowing his cock down entirely with practiced ease. Danny moaned, “you keep that up and I won’t last long.”
Dan pulled off slowly, a string of saliva connecting his mouth to Danny’s cock, “you won’t last long no matter what I do.”
Danny rolled his eyes, “lay on the carpet.”
“Oh, bossy are we? Okay fine, I’ll humor you.” Dan laughed, laying on his back on the plush carpet.
Without thinking too hard about it, Danny straddled Dan’s hips, lining their cocks up together. He reached for the discarded bottle of lube on the floor beside them and lubed his hand up before wrapping it around them both. He slowly thrust his hips, moaning at the new sinsation.
“Oh fuck, I haven’t done this in years.” Dan moaned, grabbing Danny’s shoulders tightly.
Danny panted and thrust his hips feverishly, stroking his hand clumsily as he moved. The room was filled with the filthy sound of skin on skin and their broken moans. Suddenly, Dan grabbed Danny’s hips and helped him thrust, making the both of them shake.
“That’s it, just like that. I’m going to cum, fuck, fuck!” Dan moaned, shaking with the orgasm that overtook him.
Danny panted and thrust his hips a few more times before cumming as well, the cum landing on Dan’s chest. Danny collapsed on top of his future self with a whimper, the orgasm causing his legs to shake. Wordlessly, Dan held him, rubbing his back until he came down from his high.
“You took control. That was surprising, but nice. Let’s get all of us cleaned up, yeah?” Dan whispered with a smile, watching Danny stand up.
Danny nodded and looked over to the bed where both Phil and Philly were fast asleep in each other’s arms. He couldn’t help but feel a bit jealous. He should be the one holding his boyfriend like that, but instead he was getting off with another man, even if that man was himself. Was it technically masturbation?
“Stop thinking so hard. Trust me, Phil knows how much you love him. He’ll always know. And if he ever forgets, you’ll always be able to remind him.” Dan promised softly before leading Danny back into the bathroom.
Danny sighed and shook his head, “It’s not that… Well it’s part of it. I’m mostly just in shock you know?”
“That this time travel thing is real? Yeah I was too. Phil remembers his travels, we don’t remember as much. I didn’t remember this happening but I’m glad it did.” Dan laughed, wetting a clean washcloth with warm water.
The younger brunette blushed, “um, no. I mean I am shocked and I’m still not completely convinced it’s not a dream. But I’m mostly surprised that I have a future. I always thought I would’ve killed myself before I could have a real future.” Danny whispered, sitting on the toilet lid.
Dan froze and looked at his younger self. For the first time in years, he saw the hopelessness, the anger and the hurt in those brown eyes. He sighed and used the warm cloth to wipe off his chest before doing the same to Danny.
“Sometimes I forget how hard it was. But trust me, it gets so much better. Things happen that you couldn’t even imagine! Sure, bad things happen too sometimes, life isn’t perfect. But it’s so worth it. Hell, you go on to write a mental health help book! You do get better, you don’t become normal but you get better. And trust me, it’s hard. But you do it. Phil helps so much and you both grow as people, as lovers and as entertainers together. Drop out of law school. It’s scary but do it. I know you’ve thought about it.” Dan rambled, squeezing the younger man’s hand.
Danny sniffled and nodded, “I believe you… this is just a lot I guess. I never thought I would do anything worth while. I never thought that Phil could love someone like me, especially this long, it’s-”
“Dan? What’s wrong?” Philly asked, running into the bathroom and pulling his boyfriend into his arms, “are you regretting what happened? I’m sorry. Maybe we shouldn’t have done the spell. I’m so sorry-”
Dan kissed him softly to shut him up, cupping his cheek, “It’s nothing like that babe. I’m just in my head right now. I’m just happy that we stay together and make a name for ourselves.”
Philly relaxed slowly and nodded, kissing his boyfriend’s cheek, “I always knew that we would.”
“And, I love you. I love you so damn much Phil, I know I’m not the best at showing it or saying it even. But I love you more than I ever thought I could love another person.” Danny whispered, tears springing in his eyes again.
Philly froze, staring into his lover’s eyes before flinging himself into Danny’s arms, “I love you too. So damn much.”
Beside them, Dan wrapped his arms around Phil happily, “Let’s all go to the lounge and watch a movie or something. It’s getting close to midnight and the spell will wear off anyways, right love?”
Phil nodded and chuckled, “yeah, so we should make the best of it. I’ll make popcorn!”
~
A few hours later, Dan woke up next to Phil on the sofa, wrapped up in his arms. He sighed happily, staring at the Christmas tree with a sleepy smile. Phil stirred in his arms and yawned, turning to look at him.
“They went back home, eh?” Dan asked, a yawn overtaking him.
Phil giggled and nodded, “they did. It’s almost three in the morning now. I’ll miss them, but hopefully things will be easier for them this time around.”
“Do we ever see them again?” Dan asked, rubbing his nose against Phil’s with a content sigh.
The older man chuckled, “for a skeptic, you sure seem hopeful that we do.”
Ship: Phan
Rating: E
Contains: collaring, pre-established relationship, very light angst, degradation, namecalling, smut, cursing, heavy language, d/s undertones, daddy kink mentioned four (4) times, use of the word "slut"
Words: 5746
Summary: Dan's not a dom. Everyone swears up and down that he is, insists he is domming his boyfriend and is too good to take it in the ass.
Phil's not a sub. Everyone thinks he is, everyone thinks his baby is in charge. What they don't know is his hardcore boyfriend is actually a princess.
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This fic was a brainchild of mine back in December 2022 and finally, here it is! It wouldn't exist if not for the cheering on of the Superstarkers groupchat on Discord and my writing friend @khalixascorner!! Thank you for believing in me and this fic with two strangers you've never heard of before me.
A/N: this is unbeta'd and uses 2015 phandom with 2022 dan and phil. :)
"Alright guys, Dan insists he's starving so I've gotta feed him before he eats me."
"Not like that!" Dan shouts from the other room, "I just have been in the U.S. for so fucking long that all I want is familiar food goddammit!"
"You can't swear on my live streams, Dan!!" Phil shouts back. He begins scanning the chat, hoping that a slew of messages reading "OMG PHAN!!!!1!1!" and "DOMESTIC!!!!" doesn't follow. Instead of the expected messages, he starts seeing a few, albeit more explicit, replies in the chat: 'I bet he likes it that way', 'Dan probably eats him all the time', 'We all know Phil likes his daddy to eat it.' He hides the need to frown and roll his eyes behind a smile, answering an ask about what kind of plant the followers should get. "Um... I think you should get a cactus! They're always a good choice!"
"Phil! I'm starving!! Let's gooooooooOO!!!" Dan whines, now in the doorway. Phil looks up, taking in the younger's form leaning against the white wood. Dan smirks as Phil's eyebrows raised in challenge.
'omgggg look at the way he looks at Dan!!! OTP FOR LIFEEEEEEEE', 'PHAN DOMESTIC!!!!!' the chat reads, but neither of the boys are paying any attention to Phil's live stream.
"What are you thinking for food?" Phil asks, silently hoping for pizza.
"How's pizza?" Dan murmurs, and Phil can't help but smile affectionately at his boyfriend, "I really don't wanna cook."
"Sounds good," Phil replies, trying to tune out the part of his head that hones in on the comments in the live stream about how he does anything Dan says. He's not a simp. He just likes to indulge his boyfriend after he's traversed half the world alone for the first time in 13 years. He wants Dan to feel loved, heard... safe. If that means that a handful of kids on the internet calls him #DanHowellsSlut, well that's on them.
"Text me what you want, and I will order so you can wrap up your stream!" Dan smiles, walking out of the living room and back into the office, watching the end of the stream.
"Alright guys, I guess that means it's time for me to hop off here. For real this time. Danny boy gets fussy when he's not eating carbs." Phil chuckles at his own joke, saying bye to a few people in the crowd. "See you guys next week! Bye!" He signs off the live stream, falling back against the couch, and closing the lid of his MacBook with his foot. "Fuck..." he mumbles to no one in particular. Dan texts him, and he replies mindlessly, requesting the usual from Domino's.
"Daaaaan..." Phil calls, waiting for the man to reappear in the doorway.
"Yeah? You alright?" Dan pokes his head in, eyebrows pulled together in concern. They had just been texting, what was wrong that he felt like talking in person?
"I... it's nothing." He shakes his head, deciding last minute not to bring it up to the other, "Want to watch a movie or something with our pizza?"
"Sure. We should watch something old though, I don't really have the energy for something new."
"How's Hunger Games? We both have seen that loads of times."
"Perfect. Put it on then, I think the pizza is here." He rushes to the door, tipping the person and handing the boxes to Phil. He collects the paper towels and glasses from the kitchen, sitting down on the turquoise couch next to his partner. "Lights on or off?"
"How's lamplight?" Phil replies, distracted by the flatscreen across the room. He clicks on the movie, pushing his glasses up his nose as he grabs a slice of the pizza. Dan does the same, laying his legs across Phil's lap and watches the movie.
After a few slices, Phil takes to scrolling Tumblr on his iPhone. He smiles at the screencaps from his liveshow, likes a couple of pieces of fanart of himself, and reblogs a couple of gifs for the gaming channel.
Then it happens.
He hits a group of posts commenting on how whipped he is for Dan. How submissive he is, and how good he is for Dan. He can't help but scroll through the asks on the blog, reading about how he definitely almost called Dan "daddy" in a recent video. How he definitely wanted to kiss him at 12:23 in the newest gaming video... He sighs softly, turning back to the movie, just in time to see Katniss pick up her bow for the first time.
Dan's fallen asleep by the time the credits roll. Phil can't help but smile at the man wrapped up in his pimp blanket and hugging the cloud pillow. He looks exhausted and a tiny part of his heart breaks for Dan. This is most likely the first good night's sleep he's had in weeks, and Phil can't bring himself to wake him. Carefully, he lifts Dan's socked feet off his thigh, sliding out from underneath him. Instead of turning on the next movie, he gathers the plates, cups, and paper towel roll in his arms, disappearing into the kitchen. Phil deposits the dishes in the sink, vowing to clean them tomorrow, and returns to the living room. He tiptoes past the younger man and cleans up the pizza and coke bottle, trying his hardest to avoid banging into the corner of the coffee table. Thankfully, he doesn't hit anything until he gets the pizza box into the fridge. He cringes, hoping Dan isn't awake.
"Alright, now to wake the baby..." he murmurs to himself, shutting off the light in the kitchen. He returns to the den and presses his lips to Dan's forehead. "Honey? We need to go to bed."
Dan crinkles his nose and groans, curling deeper into his ball of faux fur, "Nooooo... I wanna sleep here. 's cozy!" He hides his head under the blanket, attempting to fall back asleep.
"I know, Bear, but you'll be really sore if you don't go to bed. I love you, but I also know that you will complain all day about it."
"Gee, thanks, babe," Dan smirks, finally looking at his boyfriend.
"You know I'm right. Now, c'mon. You'll feel better." Phil reaches under the blanket, pulling Dan's hand until he finally obliges and stands up.
Phil can't help but kiss his boyfriend's cheek. Somehow, even after thirteen years, he's the most handsome man he's ever met. Dan smirks sleepily, resting his head against Phil's shoulder as they stumble into the bedroom.
He tries to sleep. Really, he does. Instead, though, his brain replays the posts, tweets, and messages haunting him for the last three weeks. They've gotten worse since Dan left for tour, it's like the posters have gotten bored and tried to stir up trouble. He presses his face to the pillow sighing deeply. Dan stirs in his sleep groaning softly.
"Whatever you're overthinking over there isn't worth it. It'll still be there in the morning. Go to sleep." The brunette murmurs, nuzzling into his side. They really do know each other inside and out. He nods and closes his eyes, pretending to sleep.
"G'morning," Dan mumbles, pressing into his side, making his hardon known. It's almost a ritual for them. If the weekday ends in y, Dan or Phil will push the other for morning sex. It's a given, almost like eating cereal for breakfast. Before he can reciprocate, though, Dan is staring at him. "I love you but you look like a dead man walking. So how about I take care of you this time, sir." Dan sits up, pulling his shirt over his head.
"Baby, you don't have to... I'm fine. It's not a big deal." Phil replies, hands finding their place on his waist.
"Okay. What's actually wrong? You never turn down sex." Dan furrows his brow, brown eyes locking onto Phil's as though he can read his mind if stares hard enough.
"I just don't feel up to it right now. I'm sorry." Phil gently presses a kiss to Dan's forehead. "I promise it's not you, I just got in my head last night. It's not important."
"I understand that. It's easy to do. Would you like pancakes or cereal for breakfast?"
"Pancakes, of course," Phil replies, thankful for the change in subject. Dan climbs off the bed, ignoring his lack of shirt. "I'll be right there, baby. Don't start without me!"
"No promises! I might eat them before you get in here!" Dan calls from the hallway, disappearing around the corner. Phil pulls his glasses on his face, making the bed and buying himself time. Just to allow his brain a second of clarity before he's met with the feeling of panic when Tumblr throws another post in his face.
-_-_-_-_-_-_
He makes it two weeks before he breaks. The duo had gotten back into their usual routine, reveling in the break in the chaos. Their livestreams were returning to normal and the whole debacle was behind him. Or so he thought.
Tonight's livestream was a joint event. Both men deciding it would be the perfect Christmas present for their fans. They answered questions and it all went smoothly until he sees it. He feels Dan go tense against his arm and Phil knows he saw it too.
A single message.
Nine words.
"Shout out the "Phil Lester Is A Sub Groupchat"!"
"I think we should get indian food tonight, don't you agree? I want that vegetarian bowl I get every time. It just sounds amazing!!" Dan tries, covering the awkward silence.
He takes that moment, disguising it as listening to the older's response, to take stock of the situation. There's a sense of panic in Phil's eyes. One so small only Dan knows what it looks like. He sees something else mixed in too, something he can't quite place. It's as though exhaustion and anger mixed together and created this new thing. He subtly gives Phil a nudge, three bumps on his right hip: 'check your face.' They'd implemented it after Dan rolled his eyes at something in the chat back in 2013. They decided it was best to avoid any issues. Phil blinks a few times, smiling quickly.
"That actually does sound amazing. I really am craving it too..." Phil replies quickly, changing the subject to what games they've been playing recently.
Twenty or so minutes later, Phil interjects, "Dang it Dan, I can't stop thinking about indian food now. But I swear we always abandon these guys for food."
"I'm starving, guys. Soz." Dan laughs, "We can continue this video game discussion on Thursday on my livestream! For now though, bye guys!"
"Bye!!" Phil clicks the button to end the stream and his shoulders drop.
"What was that about? You looked upset that someone called you a sub earlier."
"I am, okay? It's been haunting me for almost a month now. I'm weirded out by the fact that people get the vibe off you that you're a dom or the sub vibe off of me. What does it matter to them?! What we do in our bedroom when the lights are off is between us."
"Or inside us." Dan jests, attempting to break the tension. It works, causing Phil to burst into laughter.
"Jesus Christ, Dannnnn." Phil scolds still smiling. "But no, it's been messing with my head all month. That's why I pushed you off the other day. I was inside my head about the idea that the fans think that you're in charge and when you offered to take the lead it panicked me a little. I was worried they saw something I didn't, and they knew something I hadn't. Like a joke I wasn't a part of." He sighs, scrubbing his palms over his eyes. "I just don't like not knowing."
"Are you not happy being a dom? Do you not want to anymore?" Dan asks, eyes locked on the rip in the denim on his thigh. There's panic in his voice, and it breaks Phil's heart
Phil sighs, raising Dan's chin, "Trust me, sweetheart, I wouldn't trade it for the world. I fucking love being your dom."
Dan's cheeks tint pink, shivering slightly, "If it makes you feel any better, I have been haunted by "#Danisadom" the entire tour. For some reason, our fans are very observant about everything else, but this is one area that they're completely oblivious to. This is #Philtops2k15 all over again. At least then they had it right..." Dan laughs lightly, hoping Phil will join in.
"I remember that! And you're right, we made it through that just like we will this. Because you're my baby, Bear. Nothing is going to change that." Phil kisses Dan gently.
"And you're my sir. But I need you to tell me when you start getting in your head again. Please tell me, Phil. I don't want you hurt." Dan replies, voice low. He presses kisses to Phil's jaw. Before they can get too heated, he pulls away, "We have a meeting in thirty minutes."
"Wha? Dan!" Phil drops his arms to his sides, following the boy with his eyes as he disappears down the hall.
"Don't tell me you forgot! You set the appointment!" Before he can inquire further, his phone dings with a notification on their shared calendar: 'collar appointment'. Dan's voice calls from down the hall, a smirk evident in the tone, "the cab will be here in fifteen. Better hurry if you want to change." The black-haired boy sighs, willing his semi to soften.
"Fucking hell." He murmurs, rising from the couch to collect his jacket and wallet. "Dan, we have to make sure no one sees us."
"They won't, Phil. We made sure to get an appointment super fucking late. I promise no one will see us."
"I know, but I don't want this to get out. I'm not ashamed of being your dom but I don't want the rest of the world to be yours as well. Yknow? I just fear that if they somehow figure out how to manipulate you, then it will become an issue, or the parents will insist we are shoving it down their precious darlings' throats..."
"Phil," Dan touches his hands to the older's shoulders, pressing a kiss to his forehead, "It will be okay, I promise! If it makes you feel better, we can frame it differently." he leads them towards the door, out to where the cab is waiting, "Yknow? If we get caught, we can say we were collaring you." He whispers the last part against the shell of Phil's ear, breath ghosting across his cheek.
"No!!!" Phil whisper-shouts, "I hate you so much!" The two laugh it off, nervousness forgotten.
Almost...
The feeling of unease resurges when they arrive at the shop. "Dan, it's just here." He mumbles, motioning at the doorway. The other man turns back, having walked past it completely.
Neither of the guys knew this place existed, but they'd passed it millions of times. It's a small shop on the west end with blackened windows and a subtle navy tint to the stucco. It blends in where you wouldn't notice it if you didn't look for it.
He pulls open the door, and the words "OWNED" catch the streetlight, dark lettering glinting.
Phil takes a deep breath, leading Dan inside.
When they enter, Phil isn't sure what he was scared of. From inside, you can barely see the streets, and the knowledge that no one else can see inside calms his soul.
Dan's in his element immediately. From the first second, he's holding Phil's hand, pointing at different materials, gemstones, and buckles. "Look at this one!"
"Welcome in, you must be Mr. Lester and Mr. Howell! Pleased to meet you! My name is Gerald Rogers, I will be doing your sizing and fitting today." Both men shake Gerald's hand, their nervousness subsiding. "You guys seem nervous, is this your first collar?"
"It is." Phil begins, wrapping his arm around Dan's hips, "We've talked about it a lot, but I decided it was the perfect Christmas present."
"Well, we will be sure to find one that suits your dynamic perfectly. To start, let's have a seat back here so I can get a feel for your dynamic." The two men nod, following Gerald to the heavy black desk.
"Alright, let's start simple and work to the heavier details." The guys nod, and Dan takes Phil's hand. A silent testament that he's there and they're safe. "What are we thinking for the budget?" Phil replies with their budget and how flexible it is. Gerald begins typing on his laptop, nodding. "Who's going to be collared today?" Dan raises his hand, blush tinting his cheek.
"He is."
"Perfect. And can you guys describe your dynamic?"
"How do you mean?" Phil asks.
"I mean, what titles do you use, how hard is your play, do you tend to get rougher than most?" Gerald raises his eyebrows, hands poised over the keyboard.
"Well, the titles we use most for Dan here are 'baby, honey, sweetheart....' The soft stuff. And then for me--"
"I use "Sir" more than anything. We do joke around with 'daddy' but I don't really want that included this time." Gerald nods, updating his notes. He smiles encouragingly, waiting for the boys to continue.
"Are you wanting to have an all-the-time collar or just a play collar?"
"We are definitely looking for just a play collar. Our fans wouldn't take kindly to Dan suddenly wearing a heavy collar." Phil laughs lightly.
"Fans?" Gerald asks, casually.
"We're YouTubers. I presume you won't release to our fans what we're up to? Our relationship is kind of a personal secret they aren't aware of."
"I promise, discretion is one of the main things I promise with my services."
"Perfect," Dan states, hand squeezing Phil's.
"And are you two rough with your play? I don't mean physically, I mean are you guys planning on attaching leashes, pulling on the collar, or leading by it?"
"We were planning to try implementing it, does the collar hold up to that?"
"Oh, easily. We can do a double-layered flat leather collar with reinforced D rings."
"Perfect." Phil smiles.
"Great, let's get you measured Dan!" He nods, nervousness in his eyes.
"It's gonna be okay, babe." Phil smiles, reassuringly. "I'm right here." Gerald raises the tape measure, and Dan nods. "Don't flinch, it's okay. I'm right here."
"Alright, I've got the measurements." Gerald smiles, writing the numbers on his computer, "I'm guessing you are someone who hates people touching their neck?" Dan nods, never breaking eye contact with his boyfriend, "You did great."
"You really did, Dan." Phil praises, reveling in the way he minutely preens.
"Alright. what materials and colors were you thinking of doing this time?"
"We had been discussing doing a double-layered vegan leather collar in black and white."
"Are you thinking 12 millimeters or more?"
"Ah, definitely 12 millimeters... I think that's right. The site we were looking at said half an inch was ideal for a first hard-play collar." Dan looks at the measurement sheet in front of him, reading the numbers off internally. "I don't want anything too strong around my neck."
"Then that would probably be right around perfect... Let me get something drawn up for you. Wait here." Gerald walks into the back room, leaving the boys to their own devices.
"I'm really happy we're finally doing this." Phil murmurs.
"I am too. I like my collar, but one from the pet shop doesn't work well for us. It'll be nice to have one made special and not for a dog."
"Agreed. Did you want to go for a locking collar, baby?"
"I would be honored." Dan blushes, "But we can't lose the key or forget it's on."
"Oh, I don't think that will be a problem for you two." Gerald interrupts, presenting his sketch.
The piece on the iPad in front of them is perfect. It looks like someone took the essence of Dan and created it. The thick black leather is sewn with white thread and the thin leather on top is sewn with black. There are three sets of eight rivets surrounding three D rings, and Dan can almost feel the black chains ghosting across his collarbones and back. "It's perfect..." He whispers, awestruck.
"I'm glad you think so! Is there anything you'd like to add or modify?"
"Can we possibly add in a few gemstones? Like maybe black gems here and here?" Phil points between the D rings, smiling awkwardly.
"Like... this?" Gerald adds the gems, turning it back. "And were you two considering a locking or belt-style clasp?"
"Locking. Can we get two sets of keys though?"
"Absolutely, that is a default for these collections, just in case one set gets separated. I will make a note on your order though just to be sure." He types it in, "I will have your piece ready in about two weeks." He smiles and clears the approval, having both of the men sign the agreement before reading out their total.
"That is perfect. Thank you so much." Phil smiles, handing Gerald his card.
-_-_-_-_-_-_
Back home, Dan can't keep his hands off of Phil. "What's up? You were trying to hold my hand in the cab, you've been glued to my side since we got home. Is something wrong? Are you having second thoughts about your collar?"
"No! I mean, no. I'm nervous but I'm not regretting it." Dan blushes, leaning against the counter, watching Phil eat cereal from the box, "If anything, I am excited." I can't wait to have something that symbolizes how much you want me to be yours. It's an honor that you want to collar me, Phil. I mean, what did I do to deserve this?"
"You existed, Dan. That's all that matters. You were deserving of it from the beginning, no one has noticed before me. I have wanted to collar you since 2010, but I didn't want to scare you off. Some people classify this as more important than a wedding ring. I mean, you are literally allowing me to put a lock around your neck. My love, you are the most worthy of anyone I have ever known or dated. I can't imagine anyone else would rather be mine than you. You're my world! I--" Before Phil can finish rambling Dan is pressing their mouths together.
"Fuck I have wanted to do that since we left Owned." He reconnects their lips and the quiet groan from Phil reverberates through him. He replies with the softest squeak, and most people would have missed it, but Phil catches it.
"If I had known that getting you fitted would have this effect on you, I'd have done it ages ago!"
"Oh shut up you spoon." Dan blushes, wriggling away from the older.
"Never," Phil replies, smirking. Dan glares playfully, disappearing into the living room.
-_-_-_-_-_-_
Dan has been dreading this. It's finally Tuesday and he hasn't even said hello before he sees it:
"Hi, Daddy."
Dan can't help but freeze in his tracks, slipping before he can school his expression. He glares at the message. He hopes no one sees the look, but the chat's speed says otherwise. He doesn't know why it affects him so much. Neither of them has used that title since 2010. But yet it still haunts him.
Because it's not him.
"Have you guys tried any new shows this week? Phil and I-- ope!! Phil and I!" He snaps his fingers and laughs, "We've been watching a new anime! I can't remember the name though!" He deflects the chat, ignoring the comments in chat asking about his sex life with Phil.
"Da-an!" Phil calls from the hallway, walking in with a black cardboard box.
"Oh! Phil! I was just getting ready to call you!"
"You were?" He walks in, box still in hand, leaning down next to his partner.
"I was trying to tell these guys about that new anime we started! What was it called?"
"Oh, it was an old one I watched when I was younger. Vampire Knight?" The chat explodes in reply, half of them asking about the show and the other asking about the box in his hand.
"It's fun. Definitely a teen drama though. which I think makes it funnier. Cuz we're two grown-ass men watching a romance anime made for teenage girls." The two talk a bit more about the show before Phil comes up with an excuse to leave.
"Alright, now. Where were we?" Dan asks, "I have the memory of a gnat I swear to gods... Oh! The new album! So..." His phone dings somewhere in the middle of the discussion and he wishes he'd put it on silent. Out of the corner of his eye, he sees a text:
Sir--
9:08: It's here.
9:09: On the counter in the kitchen, I won't unbox it without you.
He almost whimpers, excitement settling into his body. "Well, I think I need to head out and finish editing the new video for you guys! Hopefully, I can have it out for you in the next six months!" He laughs, waving to the camera, "Bye guys! Talk to you all next week!"
He clicks end live, rushing out of the room. "Where is it?" He calls, words running together with excitement.
"It's right here! I told you I had it! I even showed you the box!" Phil laughs, pushing the box closer to the younger. "I haven't opened it. Do you need a knife?" Dan nods, cutting the box open.
Inside the box, wrapped in red tissue paper is a satin pouch. Neither of the boys can do anything but gape at first, shocked that it's actually real and in their hands. Finally, Phil comes to his senses and lifts the satin out of the box, untying the ribbon.
"I-- it's real," Dan whispers when the leather piece has been revealed. The chains softly tink together, and the loop for the lock at the back waits expectantly. His hands shake gently as Phil raises the leather, eyes meeting Dan's.
"It-- It's--"
"Perfect." Dan finishes his thought, breath coming in short gasps. He touches his fingers to the D-rings, blinking slowly.
Phil can't help but smile at the awestruck look on Dan's face, "Wanna put it on now? I mean, we are done for the night. Might as well test and make sure it fits." The boy nods, nervously.
"Alright. How should we go about doing this? Should I get on my knees or..."
"Just like we always do, bear. This is just another one of our collars. Hold still and I'll help you put it on." He turns around, back to Phil's chest, and digs in the box for the padlock. Dan grabs it, holding it in his hand, waiting for the feeling of the vegan leather on his throat. He hands the lock to Phil when he finally gets it into place, hearing the click when it's finally done.
"How does it look?" Dan asks, turning back to face Phil. The older doesn't reply, eyes wide and pupils blown.
"Holy fuck..." He whispers, causing Dan to blink rapidly.
"That bad?" Dan asks, hands reaching for the band. He grows self-conscious, confusion evident in his expression.
"N-no... No. Quite the opposite, actually. You look amazing, Dan." Phil blushes slightly, "Could you imagine wearing this in a video? They'd die."
"Because the one they thought was the dom is in a collar?"
"No. Because this may actually be one of the top ten sexiest things I have ever seen you in." Dan looks down at his loose t-shirt and joggers, raising an eyebrow.
"This? Phil, I wear this every day. They're literally my pajamas."
"No, I mean this." Phil laces his fingers under the collar, gently pulling Dan against him. "This is the sexiest thing you've ever worn. Probably up there with that one time, you dressed as me for Dailybooth."
"That was one of the first times you said you wanted to collar me." He blushes at the memory, remembering just how hoarse he was the next day.
"I know. And now look at you... All locked up and nowhere to go..." Phil's voice lowers, sending a shiver up Dan's spine. He presses their lips together, never letting go of the younger's collar. "What do you want to do, Daniel? Shall we break in this new toy?" Dan nods, mutely. "Alright. I want you on my bed ready in two minutes."
"Yes, sir. The same stuff as always?" Phil nods, turning back to the box. He digs through the paper, finding the second set of keys. He takes stock of the situation, wondering if this is a new chapter in their BDSM journey. Sure, they've had collars before, but nothing like this.
He thinks back to the time when Dan had asked for a stronger pair of cuffs. He remembers how he wondered then if this would be a new normal for them.
Before he can answer his question, Dan calls from the other room, "You comin' or what?"
Phil laughs breathily to himself, walking quickly down the hallway. "I'm comin', baby, don't get impatient on me or I'll make you wait."
"Yes, sir." Dan murmurs.
Phil opens the door, breathlessly. Before him is his boyfriend of 13 years waiting expectantly, eyes trained forward and collar around his neck. He's taken off every thread of clothing, and the blush on his skin catches the streetlight out the window perfectly.
"Fuck you're going to kill me, Bear," Phil whispers unbuttoning his corgi shirt as he closes the door.
Phil approaches him, connecting their lips. Dan whines, hoping and praying Phil would let him do something, anything to get the friction he craves. Instead of indulging, Phil takes his hand, leads him to the bed, and pushes him back onto the colorful bedsheets. "What do you want?"
"I want you!" He gasps in reply, brown eyes blown wide in desperation. "Please, I just want your cock."
"Aww, desperate already?" Phil growls dominantly, "Pathetic, aren't you."
Dan watches as Phil unzips his black jeans, waiting for the man to reveal what Dan's been waiting for, "C'moooooooon"
Phil glares, abandoning the buttons and instead sliding his fingers underneath the edge of the collar, pulling it up. "I know you're desperate, but you need to remember who's in charge here. I know our fans think it's you, but you and I both know the truth. We're going to try this again, who's in charge, Daniel?"
Dan nods, "Y-you are, sir."
Phil preens at his reply, pushing his jeans off his legs. He grants himself a couple strokes before pulling Dan in closer. "Good boy. What do you want, bear?" Dan blinks, silently communicating with his boyfriend. Phil nods, tangling his fingers in Dan's curls.
Dan blushes, licking Phil's tip. "Can you... Y'know..." He looks up at Phil, expectantly.
"Aww, want me to fuck your face?" Dan nods, parting his lips. Phil pushes his length into Dan's mouth, pausing briefly at the base, the feeling of his tongue too much to handle. "Fuck," He groans and resists the urge to jerk his hips.
Dan blushes, talking as best he can around the intrusion. Phil smirks and tangles his fingers in Dan's hair, pulling his head back to meet the base of his cock.
"That's a good boy, c'mon, take it all." Dan whimpers, suckling at the older's cock. "You're doing so good baby, I'm gonna cum though if we aren't careful..."
Dan pulls back, wiping his mouth, "W-want you to fuck me... Please?" Dan whispers gaze downcast towards his knees.
Phil smirks in victory. His usually articulate boyfriend has been brought to his knees, begging for any attention the older will grant. Phil growls, lifting Dan's chin to meet his gaze. His lips are parted, breaths escaping in short pants. "I would love to do that, sweetheart," Phil replies hotly, "Let's get into it then." He scoots back on the bed, "Did you stretch earlier like I told you too?"
Dan nods, handing the older a well-used bottle of lube, "Mhm, but you might need to check."
"If I didn't know better, I'd think you wanted me to finger you," Phil smirks, spreading lube over two fingers and pressing them to Dan's entrance. When they go in easily, he presses into Dan's prostate.
"I know noth-- Oh fuuuuck," Dan moans, pushing his hips backwards. Phil smirks, adding a third finger.
"You know nothing? You're right. You're just a pretty slut. Made perfect for my dick." Phil pulls his fingers out, wiping the excess on his leg. He spreads more lube on his cock, pressing into the younger. "Beg for it."
"Please?" Dan begs, head dropping. "I've been waiting for this all day, sir. Please..."
Phil pushes the tip in, and pauses. "I didn't tell you to stop."
Dan attempts to push his hips back, mewling. "Please, sir... Please please please..." He curls his nails into the sheets, curls falling across his face.
The older shakes his head affectionately, pushing in the rest of the way. "Taking my cock so well, bear. You're such a good little slut for me. Take it all." He tangles his fingers into the back of the collar, using it to gain leverage. "Fuck..." Phil moans, speeding up his thrusts.
Dan tangles his hands into the sheets, groaning loudly. "Please, Please, please... I'm so close please..."
"Good." Phil's thrusts grow rougher, as he bites Dan's shoulder. "Don't cum until I tell you to."
The sound of their bodies colliding causes Dan to tremble. "Please... Please.... Sir... Lemme cum please!"
"Fuck, Dan... I'm so close... Ready?" he nods, desperately, "Okay... Cum for me. Right now, baby, I'm right behind you." Phil groans roughly, feeling Dan squeeze around him, pushing him over the edge. He reaches around, giving Dan's leaking cock a few strokes, helping him through his orgasm. "Good boy... You did so good." He whispers, letting go of the collar and pulling out of the younger.
"I love you so much, Dan." Phil whispers, pressing a kiss to Dan's nose. "You did so good."
"I love you too. Thank you." he replies, dazed.
"For what?"
"Loving me, and for collaring me."
"Of course. Just proof your mine forever baby bear."
Thank you so much for reading! I hope you enjoyed!! Likes and reblogs are much appreciated!!
Summary: Dan is a guy with a plan but when his idea goes sour he finds other ways to pass the time.
Or how Dan found Phil's secret box and was caught red-handed.
Tags/warnings: Established relationship, 2010 canon, Smut, fleshjack and other sex toys, caught in the act.
Rating: E
Word count: 2.6k
A/n: This fic was written for @alittledizzy for the Phandom Gives charity auction! Thank you so much for bidding for me and thank you for the prompt, it was very fun to work on it. So sorry for the eternal wait, I hope it was worth it.
Thank you to my beloved @effingmeteors for being my beta!
Please like, kudo, reblog and all that good stuff if you enjoyed it!
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Dan climbed fresh out of the shower and wrapped himself in a small towel that left nothing to the imagination. He looked in the mirror, feeling a little self-conscious but reminded himself that Phil loved him and his body; he made sure to let Dan know this on a regular basis. It was ok, he looked good, he was enough. He took a deep breath and let it out slowly to collect himself and get into the right mood. He was a man on a mission.
The last time he had seen Phil, he'd been furiously editing his next video and he had let Dan know that he was going to take a few hours still. It was the perfect opportunity for his master plan. With uni and work there had been less than an appropriate amount of sex and it was really starting to get to them, but today was the day they would break the bad streak. He just needed to let Phil catch him in the act and all other obligations would be forgotten.
Dan walked into the bedroom and found it unsurprisingly empty. He then checked the living room but Phil was nowhere to be seen.
"Phil?" He called but there was no answer. "Phil!" Dan huffed, adjusting his semi-hard cock under the towel.
With no indication of where his boyfriend could have gone, Dan walked back to the bedroom and checked his phone.
He had one unopened message: Went to meet my mum. I'll bring dinner.
"Well, fuck." Dan had forgotten that Phil's mum was in town for the day and they were supposed to meet for tea or something. He let out a frustrated sigh.
He landed on the bed face first and groaned at his horrible luck and stupid memory. That’s why Phil had said he would take a few hours, he had somewhere else to be.
Feeling sorry for himself, he reached for his laptop, sitting atop the flimsy chair that was Phil’s nightstand and mindlessly watched video after video on youtube until he dozed off to sleep.
When he finally woke up, he checked the time and only one hour had gone by, no sign of Phil returning any time soon. Pouting, he reached for his promise ring but it slipped out of his stupidly large hand, rolling out of sight. If it was anything else, Dan would have probably not even bothered, but that was the ring Phil had given him and he was not about to let it be lost to time with the dust bunnies under the bed.
He got down to his knees with more effort than was usual for a twenty year old but couldn't see much even with the lights on. He used his phone's flashlight to feel around but there was this massive box in the way. His arms and legs trembled as he dragged the heavy box out with a huff and leaned down again. Finally, he tried the flashlight again and saw it pressed against the back leg of the bed.
"Come here, you little bugger!" Dan said, reaching for it and slipping it on, pressing a kiss on the cold metal with a silent promise to never let it fall again.
He looked down to the floor and observed the box. He had no memory of ever seeing this and he had been staying over more often than not for a few months now. Dan hesitated briefly, would it be too rude of him to go through the box or not? Phil was a private person, but never with him. He didn’t keep secrets from Dan, or so he had said, so why should he not just take a look? Maybe it was nothing.
Finally deciding to leave his hesitation and morals behind, Dan brought the box closer to him and lifted the lid. There were many things Dan could have expected to find, a whole collection of sex toys and enough lube to drown in was not one of them.
Part of Dan wanted to be jealous, to question himself on his ability to pleasure Phil enough for him to not need any of this stuff, but a much louder side of him was just incredibly curious. There was a small curved vibrator of some kind with different settings that felt nice to the touch, there was a dildo Dan wasn't sure he could take even with stretching, 3 different kinds of flavoured lubes and 4 smaller bottles of unflavored ones, some clamps and what piqued his interest the most: a fleshjack.
He grabbed it and took a good look at it, wondering if it would be too wrong of him to… he pressed a finger to the hole up the top and shivered at the weird sensation. It was soft and rubbery but not like a dildo, much softer than that and slightly off-putting. Was there something he needed to do before using it? There were no instructions around but he figured Phil would have washed it before putting it away.
There was some sort of moral debate he should be having, but his flagging erection was showing interest again, trying to peek out of the towel. Maybe if he just tried the tip. Dan removed the small piece of cloth and dropped it to the floor before settling on the bed with his back against the pillows. Luckily, before he did anything rash, he remembered himself and picked the towel back up, extending it under his ass.
Dan wiggled his hips trying to get into a comfy position and spread his legs a bit. He stroked his cock softly but with purpose to get hard enough for the task and pressed the fleshjack to the tip. It felt odd and it made him want to recoil a bit but he was curious enough to try: he pushed in and saw the hole stretch around him as the rubbery ridges inside provided an indescribable sensation. Tempted to know how good it could be, Dan pressed the fleshjack down on his cock, watching as it disappeared into the tube with a groan. He briefly wondered why Phil hadn’t bought the see-through ones.
Soon, he felt confident enough to know how he wanted to use it, what felt good, and set a quite relaxed pace, pumping the fleshjack up and down his shaft, sweat already pooling in different areas of his body, the smell of sex lingering in the air. He was going to need another shower after this. Maybe he could bring that vibe with him to the shower! He moaned loudly at that idea.
“Having a good time?” Phil asked, leaning against the door frame with a huge smirk.
Dan froze mid-stroke, trying to think of an answer. “I - uh, yes?” he said breathlessly.
Phil walked into the bedroom and looked into the box, then dragged his eyes to the bed, where Dan had left a bottle of lube, the vibe and the dildo. “Oh, I don’t think you are ready for this, babe,” Phil said, tossing the dildo back into the box.
It was probably true but Dan didn’t like the way Phil said it. It felt like a challenge. “I could - if I stretched loads.”
“No, trust me, you wouldn't. It took me ages,” Phil said with a soft smile as he reached for the fleshjack and pulled it off from him.
Dan let out a small whimper.
“I could teach you if you wanted to try though.” Phil looked into the fleshjack’s hole. “Did you put some lube in this?” he said, letting his eyes wander down Dan’s body, licking his lips as they reached his cock.
Dan shook his head. He didn’t know what was going on. “I thought it would be too hard to clean.”
Phil smiled widely. “Oh, no. Don’t worry, you can take this apart,” he said, running his hand on Dan’s chest, thumbing his nipples soft, smirking as Dan’s cock jumped even with the softest caress. “Would you like me to show you how to use my toys?”
Dan moaned, pressing his chest to Phil’s hand and nodded fervently. “Yesss!”
“Ok, I’ll be right back,” Phil said, awkwardly winking. “Don’t touch yourself.”
Dan’s hand stopped halfway to his cock and settled for clutching at the duvet.
“Good boy,” Phil said, making Dan shiver. He grabbed one of the unflavored lube bottles and left the room.
They were not a very kinky couple by any means, their sex life was not boring either, but Phil had always appeared to Dan as a very vanilla kind of guy. Maybe it was Dan’s inexperience before they got together, but this seemed like a different side of Phil than he was used to. This was a different side of himself than he was used to if the way his cock twitched when Phil called him a good boy was any indication. There was a prickling sensation running down his spine, the urge to stroke his cock furiously until he came, but he needed to be good for Phil and see what his boyfriend wanted to show him. The sound of the microwave left him a bit dumbfounded, but he stayed right where he was, waiting.
Phil walked in with the fleshjack in hand, blowing softly into it as he threw the lube onto the bed and climbed next to Dan.
“Wait,” Dan said. “Take your jeans off.”
“Good idea,” Phil said, resting the toy against Dan’s side and unbuckling his belt before pushing his jeans down with some difficulty and tossing them to the ground. “Better?” He asked, kneeling on the bed beside Dan and grabbing at his own cock through his underwear.
“Yeah, perfect.” Dan’s mouth felt dry like a desert as he watched Phil’s half-hard cock already stretching the fabric of his pants. Maybe Dan wanted to be the one stretched.
Phil smirked and unceremoniously grabbed Dan’s cock, holding it upright as he tried to slowly lower the fleshjack onto it.
The first thing Dan noticed was the warm lube dripping down onto the crown, making him moan and twitch slightly, but he wasn’t ready. The moment the wet heat engulfed his cock, Dan was a mess. He tried to fight the urge to close his eyes, the sight of Phil watching him intently, pupils blown, was too good to miss.
Each stroke brought him closer and closer to coming but his mind started to wander, he couldn’t fully focus on what they were doing.
“Are you ok?”
Dan nodded. “I just - ah! - I don’t think I can come like this.”
“Do you want to stop or keep going?” Phil said, his hand stilling.
“Keep going, just, kiss me?”
“I can do that,” Phil said, hovering over him, his right hand slowly moving the fleshjack on his cock. The moment their lips touched, Dan was in heaven, this was exactly what he needed - just Phil. “I can help you come harder than you ever have - if you are willing to try something.”
That piqued his interest. “Try what?”
Phil scrambled to the end of the bed, finally letting go of the fleshjack and showed him the curved vibe and lube. “This is what you need. Would you let me try it on you?”
“Yeah,” Dan said breathlessly. He grabbed the fleshjack and pumped it slowly while Phil lubed his fingers up.
Dan sighed as the first finger breached him, sliding in easily enough that Phil was able to move without having to wait for him to adjust. “You can do another.”
Phil smirked and it went right to Dan’s cock - it always did and Phil knew it. He pressed another finger alongside the first one and pumped them, slowly building up a rhythm. Just when Dan thought he was getting close again, Phil pulled his fingers out.
“Shh, you’ll love this.” He lubed up the curved vibrator and pushed it in slowly, making sure Dan was comfortable.
So far, it didn’t feel like anything too special, but he trusted Phil to show him what he meant. Once the outer bit was firmly pressed against his taint and the rest inside, Phil’s smirk deepened as he pressed the on button and took a hold of the fleshjack and started pumping it again, twisting his wrist on the up stroke.
The tip of the vibrator was firmly pressed against his prostate so as soon as it was on, Dan jolted in place. “Oh!”
Dan’s hips moved on their own accord, trying to move the bloody thing, but it was perfectly tucked inside of him.
Phil gave him a soft slap on his thigh and Dan would have loved to say he’d hated it but it would be a lie. How many kinks could he discover in one day? “Let it do its work and look at me.”
The build up was slow, almost too slow, but Dan could tell Phil was getting off on pleasuring him and watching him squirm in desperation. His eyes were trained on Dan’s as he pumped the fleshjack a little faster. Then, the vibrations switched to more intense and rhythmic pulses that had Dan twitching. “Wha-?”
“Like that?”
“Yesss,” Dan hissed, unable to keep his watering eyes open, he lost himself to every sensation Phil was giving him, moaning his name, begging him to not stop, to give him just a little more, and Phil did. Leaning down in what must have been an awkward position he sucked Dan’s balls into his mouth and Dan was gone. He came in a silent scream, his back arching, toes curling, hearing nothing but the blood rushing to his ears as he pumped load after load of come into the toy.
As he sagged onto the bed, he felt the fleshjack being pulled from him gently and cracked his eyes open to see Phil scrambling to remove his underwear before climbing on top of him, sliding on Dan’s disgustingly sweaty body as he panted, the vibe still going inside of him but at a softer setting.
Dan smiled tiredly and wrapped his legs around Phil despite feeling his oversensitive cock rub against Phil’s. Trying to help Phil as much he could, Dan reached down and rubbed Phil’s hole, barely hinting at pressure. The high pitched whines coming from him let him know that he was close, and even though he had come not five minutes ago, so was he.
It was the filthy slide of their bodies, Phil’s cock rubbing against his come covered one, and overall Phil pressing him against the bed, Phil moaning, Phil’s hot breath on his face, Phil chasing his own pleasure without any shame or hesitation - and that damn vibe. Dan pressed a kiss to the side of Phil’s neck before biting down.
Phil gave him a bewildered look before shifting his weight to his left hand and wrapping their cocks with his right one, furiously wanking them together, the telltale wet noises filling the room. “Dan!” he moaned and came all over Dan’s chest, him following close behind.
He leaned down and, looking right into Dan’s eyes, he ran his tongue through their come and kissed Dan deeply, making him taste how good they fit together.
“Did you like it?” Phil said, still panting, turning the vibe off and pulling it out slowly.
Dan snorted. “You know I did, stop boasting!”
“Would you like to try the rest of my collection?”
“Well, now that you said I couldn’t take that dildo I feel like I need to prove myself.”
Phil’s eyes softened. “You never need to prove yourself to me, Dan.”
“I absolutely do! But first, I want to see if you can take it,” he smirked.
Phil laid down beside him, giggling, and pulled him into a hug, pressing a kiss to his temple. “Deal.”