Title: Tight Places
Word Count: 750
Rating: Explicit
Summary: The bunks on the Interactive Introverts tour bus are really small. Inspired by Phil’s latest video, “What Dan and Phil Text Each Other.”
Tags: Established Relationship, Sexting, Interactive Introverts Tour Bus, Dirty Talk, Implied Masturbation, References to Various Sex Acts (including fellatio, anilingus, and anal penetration)
Author’s Note: Written for @agingphangirl because I just listened to her podcast with @charlottekath and @ineverhadmyinternetphase, and she mentioned what a sucker she is for a tour bus fic.
Tight Places
Dan: you awake?
Phil: Yeah. Why?
Dan: what you doing?
Phil: Reading. Why?
Dan: i’m bored
Phil: I recommend books
Dan: and horny
Phil: oh
Phil: I recommend porn
Dan: horny for you specifically
Phil: Well, that isn’t going to happen. These bunks are too small.
Dan: i know
Dan: but you could talk me through it
Phil: No way am I talking dirty to you from a separate bunk over the sound of the engine when the bus driver might hear. You’re just going to have to get yourself off without my help.
Dan: come on phil
Phil: No
Dan: i’m desperate
Phil: You’ve wanked enough in your life, you’ll manage
Dan: i want your hand not mine
Phil: Tough
Dan: then text me
Phil: You want me to sext with you from a few feet away?
Dan: please
Dan: please
Dan: please??
Phil: fine
Phil: Think about the last time I was eating you out.
Dan: oh yeah that’s good
Phil: I was getting you so wet and open with my tongue. Remember that?
Dan: jesus yeah keep going
Phil: Remember how you begged me to fuck you? You were so desperate then, too. So desperate, Dan. You get desperate for my cock, don’t you? Just like you are right now.
Dan: omg yes
Phil: Think about how I teased you, how I slipped my tongue inside until you were so wet, so slippery and open and making those noises you make.
Dan: fuck this isn’t working
Phil: what isn’t working?
Dan: i can’t wank with my right hand, but i have to hold my phone with my left if i want to type
Phil: Try this. Keep holding your phone, keep talking to me, but don’t try to stroke. Just use your right hand to cup the head of your cock.
Dan: okay yeah thats good
Phil: Squeeze it just slightly. Think about when we were home, when I let you fuck me, how tight I was when you pushed inside. Think about that when you squeeze yourself harder.
Dan: oh fuck yeah that was so good
Phil: I know. You loved it. You always love it when I let you top. When I let you shove your hard cock in my ass and lose control.
Dan: jesus i need more this is hot but i can’t come just from this
Phil: Okay. I want you to just play with your slit now, just with a fingertip. Tease yourself. Think about how I tease you there sometimes with my tongue.
Dan: oh yeah oh yeah that’s working
Phil: Are you leaking, Dan? I’ll bet you’re leaking for me. I’ll bet pre-come is just dripping down your cock, getting you all wet, lubing you up like you want to fuck me again, but right now all you get to do is run your fingertip over the slit. Slow.
Dan: no i need it faster
Phil: Keep it slow.
Dan: phil please i’m getting close
Phil: I know. I can hear the noises you’re making up there. You’re going to scare the bus driver.
Dan: fuck the bus driver
Phil: No, I think you’d rather fuck me. Or have me fuck you. Or have me suck you. Which one do you want the most right now, Dan?
Dan: suck me
Phil: okay use your fingertip to spread the pre-come around your head
Dan: oh jesus fuck
Phil: yeah, i know how you like it when i lick the head of your cock like that
Phil: imagine that’s my tongue lapping at you, dipping my tongue into your slit while you beg me to take you all the way in
Phil: all the way in my hot mouth until i’m sucking your entire cock and you can feel yourself bumping against the back of my throat
Dan:
Dan:
Dan: wow ok
Phil: i heard that
Dan: oh my god
Phil: good?
Dan: so good
Phil: now i’m the one with the problem, dan, because you got me all hard and i don’t have your sweet ass here to take my cock
Dan: let me come down there
Phil: the bunk is too small
Dan: i guess ill just have to press against you real tight
Phil: oh
Dan: yeah and probably wiggle around a lot to get comfortable
Title: Phil’s Fantasy Comes True
Rating: E for Extremely Explicit
Word Count: 7,643
Author’s Note: Thank you to @agingphangirl for the beta! Without her eagle eye, many typos would have made it through, including one that would have had Phil bursting into song in the middle of hot raunchy sex, which would have been rather embarrassing for both him and me. Also, this fic was written for the @phandomficfests BINGO Fest (and it’s not too late to sign up if you want to play! Sign ups last through 9/23/18). This fic satisfied three of the squares on my bingo board all at once: “size kink,” “object penetration,” and “marathon sex.”
Warning: This fic has some pretty serious kink: mostly size kink, pain kink, and a heck of a lot of play with dildos. Also a very very slight hint of bestiality if you’re sensitive about dildos in the shape of non-human penises. You’ve been warned. And, if you’re curious, yes: the toy described in this fic does, in fact, exist. Google it and lose your innocence forever.
Lastly: If you would like to “Like” this fic, but you’re embarrassed to admit that you enjoy something this pervy, you can also find it on AO3 here, where you can give kudos anonymously. ;)
Phil’s Fantasy Comes True
That first push into Dan’s body was always the best part, all that tight, wet heat. They always had to use a lot of lube to make sure Dan didn’t get hurt.
“You like that.” It wasn’t a question, but Dan groaned an inarticulate affirmative anyway. “You like how full you are when I’m inside you, how you stretch when I first push inside.”
“God yes,” Dan groaned into the pillow, his ass raised in the air in a desperate quest to get closer to Phil’s cock while his head pressed against the bed. They’d found this was the easiest position for them. Dan reached up and pressed his hands against the headboard to brace himself against Phil’s slow, careful thrust.
“Easy,” Phil breathed when he felt Dan push his hips upward, trying to move further onto Phil’s cock before Phil thought he was ready for that much stretch. Phil put his hands on Dans hips and held him in place, making sure the pace was slow enough. Sometimes Dan got so worked up that he didn’t know what was good for him.
Dan moaned and begged, “More. Please, Phil! I want more!”
“Not yet,” Phil soothed him. “You’ve got to be patient.”
“I don’t want to be patient,” Dan snapped. “I want you in me now!”
Phil slid just a little further inside, making Dan arch his back with a little cry of pleasure. “You know I’m too big for that. I don’t want to hurt you.”
“I want it to hurt,” Dan groaned into the pillow. “I want it to hurt just right.” His breath was coming in ragged gasps. “I want to feel your big cock filling me up so much that I ache around you.”
Phil leaned pushed further in, almost all the way now, and this time he was the one letting out a sound of wordless pleasure. “God … you’re so tight! You feel so good around me, Dan.”
“Yes!” Dan cried, arching his body even further so that the top of his head pushed into the pillow and his back was an arc of desperation. “Say my name again, say my name as you fill me up with that huge cock of yours. Say my name as you bottom out inside me. I want to feel you all the way inside!”
Phil made that last slight movement—not quite a slide because there was too much resistance for that, Dan was too tight for that—but that last push that had his hips flush against Dan’s ass as he groaned Dan’s name. Feeling Phil’s pubic hair against his sensitive skin, Dan moaned and wiggled his ass, just a bit, just enough to feel how full he was.
They’d been working on this for months, getting Dan stretched out enough that he could fit Phil all the way inside him. Before that, they’d always had Dan top, or Phil had pushed only a little ways inside Dan’s desperate little hole. At the start, even just the head of Phil’s cock had been enough to stretch Dan in ways that made him writhe in pleasure as he begged for more, even though they both knew he couldn’t take any more, not without hurting himself.
Phil knew Dan had a pain kink, but he didn’t want to actually injure his lover. And if Dan tried to move things along too quickly, he could tear, and neither of them wanted that.
But right now, Dan’s hole was thoroughly lubed and stretched and he felt like heaven around Phil’s cock. Phil waited a moment, just savoring that tight heat, and then he very slowly began to slide back out, getting all the way to the point where only the head of his cock still rested inside before he pushed back into Dan, a little bit faster this time. Still slow, but not quite as slow as the first gentle attempt to let Dan adjust to his size. Just the tiniest bit faster, feeling the friction of Dan’s walls all along the length of his cock. Dan wriggled, trying to move things along, but Phil felt responsible for making sure this was safe for him.
“Jesus Christ, Phil,” Dan begged. “More! Faster! Harder! I want it to hurt! You know how I like it! Give it to me now!”
And Dan’s words finally broke Phil’s control and he thrust into Dan’s body with one hard move, making Dan’s entire body quiver with pleasure. “Yeah,” Dan breathed. “Like that. Again!”
Phil pulled almost all the way out, then shoved all the way into Dan’s body, reveling in the tightness and in the noises Dan was making. “Fuck me,” Dan groaned. “Fuck! Harder! I love how big your cock is inside me!”
Phil set up a steady, hard rhythm now, and he felt himself moving toward a complete loss of control, enough that he said something he normally wouldn’t, something he’d been fantasizing about but had never wanted to suggest, never wanted to pressure Dan. “You like how big my cock is?” he asked Dan as he panted, slamming in and out of Dan’s hole now. “You want something bigger than my cock?”
Dan groaned and nodded against the pillow. His body was soaked with sweat. “Yes! Yes! Anything! Bigger! More!”
“You want me to shove something inside you so big that you’ll feel like it’s splitting you apart?” Phil asked, all inhibitions gone as he approached orgasm. “Something so much bigger than my cock that you’ll barely believe it?” He leaned his head back, imagining Dan riding the toy he’d been fantasizing about, thrusting into that tight hole and imagining it stretched around something bigger than Dan had probably even seen before. The image in his mind was nearly enough to push him over the edge, and he gasped out, “Yeah, gonna fill you up like you’ve never thought possible. Gonna make it hurt so good! Jesus, Dan!” And he felt Dan’s body spasming around him, heard Dan’s deep groans as he came without even having his cock touched, and the sounds and images spurred Phil’s own orgasm as he thrust hard and fast into Dan’s quaking body, filling him with his spunk.
Phil continued thrusting slowly as his body calmed from the extreme high he’d reached. Dan’s hole seemed to be grasping at him, not wanting him to leave, and so they stayed joined, Phil still moving in a lazy way until finally his muscles relaxed and they fell apart, both panting on the sheets.
“Jesus, Phil,” Dan breathed, gazing into his eyes. “That was the hottest thing ever.”
“Yeah?” Phil asked, uncertain if he hadn’t crossed some lines when he’d gotten close to orgasm.
“The things you were saying to me.” Dan closed his eyes, and his expression was pure bliss. Phil thought with a little thrill that maybe he hadn’t gone too far after all.
“Yeah?” Phil asked again. He’d been sure his fantasy was just that: only a fantasy. Not something he would ever actually suggest. “You know I wouldn’t hold you to anything you said at a moment like that, not when you’re that worked up. We both know how it works: you say things during sex that you don’t necessarily actually mean. It’s just … sex talk.”
Dan opened his eyes again and looked at Phil, then licked his lips in what Phil recognized as a nervous gesture. “You talked about filling me up with something bigger. Something so big I’d barely believe it. Do you … do you actually want that? Or was that just … sex talk?”
“Do you actually want that?” Phil asked hesitantly.
Dan closed his eyes again and arched his neck, mouth falling open a little, his lips so wet and soft and wanting. He looked at Phil again and breathed, “Yeah. I really really want that. I want something in me so thick it hurts.”
“I don’t want to really hurt you,” Phil insisted.
Dan shook his head. “I trust you. I know you’ll take care of me so I don’t get hurt except in a good way. The way you know I like. I want to feel that incredible ache of something so big inside me that I can feel it in my whole body. Like the way you feel inside me, but even … even more.” He blushed prettily, so prettily that Phil wanted to kiss him, so he did, lips lingering, tongue dipping out to taste the sweetness of Dan’s mouth.
He pulled away just far enough so that Dan would feel his breath between their moist lips. “I’ve been fantasizing about that,” he admitted.
Dan pulled his head away and looked at Phil with eyes wide. “Really? You … you want that, too?”
“I saw a video of this guy … and he was using this huge dildo … and I thought about putting that into you, about watching you take it and beg for more.”
Dan’s pupils were dilated to the point where Phil could barely see the brown of his irises. “Please?” Dan breathed.
“We can … we can try it,” Phil suggested. “But we would have to work up to it. It’s … it’s really big.”
Dan’s breath sped up. “How big?”
Phil blushed and looked away, turning onto his back so he wasn’t looking directly at Dan anymore. “It was a dildo modeled after a horse’s cock,” he admitted with embarrassment. “It was … it was really thick, and really long.”
Dan got onto his hands and knees and crawled over Phil’s body to look him in the face again. “I want that,” he begged. “I want you to stretch me, as long as it takes, and get me ready so I can take that huge horse’s cock up my ass.” He grinned wickedly. “Does that convince you that I’m on board with this plan?”
Phil stared up into Dan’s face and nodded. “I never wanted to ask,” he admitted.
“Why not?” Dan asked, frowning. “You know I like how big you are, and you know I don’t mind a bit of pain. This sounds perfect.” He leaned down to rub his dick lightly along Phil’s sated body. “Can you feel how I’m getting hard again just thinking about it?”
Phil licked his lips. “I’ll … I’ll order what we need. Like, different sizes of dildos to work you up to it.”
“Do it now,” Dan insisted, climbing off the bed to fetch Phil’s laptop.
Phil laughed. “I think we can both shower and get a bit cleaned up first. It doesn’t have to be done right this second.”
Dan handed Phil the laptop and then lay back on the bed and started slowly jacking his hardening cock. “I want to lay here, with my ass still stretched and full of your come, jacking myself off, while you place the order.” He smiled at Phil. “Is that too kinky for you?”
Phil laughed. “If me wanting to fuck you with a horse dildo isn’t too kinky, then no, I think I can manage this.” He rolled over onto his belly and placed the laptop on the clean pillow they hadn’t used during sex. “I think maybe … the horse dildo … and maybe just one other big one to work you up to it.” He glanced at Dan, who was lying there with his dick fully hard in his moving hand now. “You’re already used to me, and I’m pretty big.”
“Braggart,” Dan teased. Then he added, “I love how big you are. This is going to be amazing.”
******
It took a week for the discreetly-wrapped package to arrive in the post. Dan was the one to bring up the packages that morning, and he could barely contain his excitement, even though this particular package had such an obscurely abbreviated return address that he couldn’t be sure it was what he hoped.
“Phil!” he called. “There’s a package for you! And I think I know what it is!”
Phil shuffled into the lounge still wearing his glasses and pajamas, still half-asleep. The post always came too early. “What is it?” he asked.
“Open it up so we can see!” Dan insisted excitedly.
“Oh,” Phil caught on and woke up a bit more. “You think it’s…”
“Yeah,” Dan agreed. “Open it! Let’s see! And if it is … we can go back to bed.”
Phil chuckled. “Right away? Right now?”
“If it is what I think it is, then definitely yes,” Dan replied.
They opened up the package together and found just what Dan had been hoping for inside. Two plastic-wrapped dildos in different colors. The larger one was black with some sort of white swirling spots. Dan assumed it was supposed to look like a horse’s coat. It was shaped oddly, with a sort of flat top instead of the usual conical shape of a dildo’s head. Dan assumed that, too, was some sort of mimicry of a horse. The other dildo was the usual shape in a rather garish shade of blue. The blue one seemed to be about mid-way between the size of Phil’s hard cock and the strange black horse dildo. So Dan unwrapped the blue one and looked eagerly at Phil.
Phil shook his head in amusement. “Can we at least both brush our teeth first?”
******
Phil always started with jacking Dan off, sometimes sucking him for a while, before he started stretching him. It helped relax his muscles, not to mention helping to set the mood. This time, after he’d sucked Dan off for several minutes, he raised himself up on an elbow, still stroking Dan’s cock with his other hand, and looked him in the eyes. “You’re sure you want to try this? It’s going to be bigger than me, so it might hurt a bit.”
“It always hurts a bit,” Dan replied, thrusting up into Phil’s hand. “I’m hoping it’ll hurt a little more. I want to feel it inside me, Phil. Don’t make me wait.”
Phil nodded and lubed up his fingers to start stretching Dan carefully first. “I don’t need that,” Dan insisted. “I’m too worked up already. Just … lube up the toy and start to press it in. I’ll let you know if you need to stop.”
“No,” Phil replied. “That’s too fast. We’re going to work up from where we already are, which means we start with my cock before any of the toys.”
Dan put his hands on either side of Phil’s face and gazed into his eyes. “You know I don’t want this all the time, right? Most of the time, I want it to be just us. I love your cock, and I want it in me all the time. This is just for … once in a while. For play.”
Phil turned his head to kiss Dan’s hand. “I know. But you can’t have my cock in you all the time, because sometimes we have to go to Tesco or have meetings at Google, stuff like that. People might complain.”
Dan rolled his eyes. “You know what I mean.”
Phil leaned down to kiss him. “Yes, I know what you mean. This is just play for sometimes. It doesn’t replace what we usually do … just … push things once in a while when you feel like doing something different.”
Dan said, “Phil?”
“Yeah?”
“Today I feel like doing something different.”
Phil chuckled. “Yeah, I got that impression. But let me get you ready. I know you’re always in a rush, but let me make sure you’re physically ready, okay?”
Dan sighed and said, “Okay, fine. I guess it’s okay with me if you put your fingers and your dick in my ass.” Then they both chuckled. Before Dan had even finished laughing, Phil slid two fingers inside him, cutting Dan’s breath off into a gasp. “Yeah,” Dan breathed, “like that.” Phil smiled at him and knelt between Dan’s legs so that he had his other hand free to stroke Dan’s hard cock while he readied him to eventually take the blue dildo. He added a third finger fairly quickly, because Dan’s body was used to taking Phil’s cock fairly often now, so his muscles had relaxed quite a bit over time.
“I want to make you come first,” Phil whispered. “Get you all nice and loose.”
“But aren’t you going to fuck me first?” Dan asked, confused.
“I’m going to make you come first,” Phil explained, “and then I’m going to fuck you until you come again, and then I think you’ll be relaxed enough to try the new dildo.”
Dan’s breathing was fast when he asked, “When do you get to come?”
Phil grinned. “Oh, I’m going to wait for the grand finale. After I’ve made you come a third time with the new dildo, I’ll fuck your mouth, all exhausted and open and wet for me. How does that sound?”
“Utterly fantastic,” Dan replied, feeling the saliva already gather in his mouth at the thought.
Phil’s hands continued to stroke him, one on his cock and one in his ass, until Dan was gasping with pleasure. “I’m going to come,” he panted.
“Here comes the first one,” Phil whispered against his lips, and then Dan threw back his head as the orgasm hit him. Before he’d even caught his breath, Phil was pushing his legs up and sliding his cock into Dan’s ass, slow and careful as always, but Dan was so loose from the recency of his orgasm that Phil met less resistance than usual. “Just like I thought,” Phil murmured, kissing Dan’s neck, then sucking until he left a mark. “You’re all soft and ready for me.” Dan nodded wordlessly, lost in sensation.
Phil still made sure to make his penetration slow and careful, but Dan was more open to him than usual. He would have to try this trick again in the future—giving Dan an orgasm and then immediately sliding inside—but he knew Dan enjoyed the pressure of the stretch. Just, this time, that would come later, with the new dildo.
He was able to bottom out inside Dan more quickly than usual, and he stroked in and out a few times, watching Dan’s face for signs of pain. He didn’t see any, only signs of pleasure, so he knew his plan was working. He began to speed his thrusts, stroking Dan’s cock until it was back to full hardness. He made sure to swirl his palm against the head of Dan’s cock, the way he knew drove him crazy, and Dan began a steady moaning, thrusting into Phil’s hand and then back onto his dick as if unsure which direction brought him the most pleasure. Phil hitched Dan’s legs up a little further onto his shoulders and fucked him hard and fast, no longer stroking his cock but just bracing himself above Dan so that he could angle himself to hit Dan’s prostate. When Dan threw his head back with his jaw clenched, Phil knew he’d found the right spot, so he tried to hit it again and again with each thrust until Dan was moaning, “It’s too much! Too much!” And then suddenly Dan was arching off the bed so strongly that he actually lifted Phil with him. “Oh my god!” Dan cried as he came. “Oh my god!” Phil continued thrusting into him, more gently now, until Dan seemed to have come down from his high and suddenly all his muscles collapsed and he lay on the bed like a rag doll, his legs sliding down from Phil’s shoulders to lie akimbo on the sheets.
“Turn over,” Phil whispered into his ear, but Dan merely shook his head.
“I don’t have any bones or muscles left in my body,” Dan complained hazily.
“Do you want the blue dildo?” Phil asked with amusement in his voice, knowing what the answer would be.
Dan rolled onto his front, then raised his ass high in the air, leaving his sweaty face pressed against the pillow, hands pressed lightly against the headboard as if in preparation for what was to come. “Please,” he whimpered weakly. Phil slathered the blue dildo thoroughly with lube before pressing it lightly against Dan’s hole. The muscles parted readily, allowing the head to slide in with no resistance at all. When he finally met some slight resistance, where Dan’s muscles had not yet been loosened by Phil’s cock, he pushed very gently. “Yessss,” Dan hissed. “God … more.” Dan’s upper body lay utterly relaxed on the bed, but his thighs trembled as he held his ass up insistently for Phil’s attention.
Phil slid the blue dildo further into Dan’s body, which yielded more easily than he had expected. Apparently, his plan had worked. When Dan’s muscles suddenly tightened, though, Phil stopped pushing forward and backed off a bit, knowing he’d reached Dan’s current limit. They’d gone through this process many times before Dan had eventually been able to take Phil’s cock. Phil rocked the dildo gently in and out, pressing slightly further each time, until Dan’s muscles relaxed again. From that point on, Phil only moved forward in these small, rocking motions, pushing further and further into Dan like the tide coming in, like waves lapping higher and higher onto the sand in slow increments.
“Oh my god, yes,” Dan moaned, adjusting his knees beneath him so that he could raise his ass even higher in the air. “Give it to me. It doesn’t even hurt … I just want more. More more more … please!”
So Phil pressed forward a little more firmly and Dan’s head jerked suddenly on the pillow as he panted and sweat coated his back. Phil stroked one butt cheek soothingly, then pressed the dildo forward a bit more, listening to the guttural sounds Dan was making. He stroked his free hand up along Dan’s sweaty back, feeling the muscles tight there. “Too much?” he asked quietly. But Dan shook his head against the pillow.
“God no!” Dan replied. “Keep going! I want it all the way in me! Go faster!”
“Does it hurt now?” Phil asked with some concern.
“It hurts so good,” Dan replied, still gasping. “I want it to hurt more. Not bad. Just … you know what I like. I want that kind of hurt. Make me not want to sit down for a week.”
Phil laughed lightly, glad that Dan could still joke. It meant he wasn’t really in pain, nothing bad enough to cause injury. Just the kind of pain Dan liked. And he wanted more of it, so Phil obliged him. He slowly pushed the blue dildo further into Dan’s ass, feeling resistance but no tightening of the muscles to indicate that Dan needed him to stop. The resistance was growing, though, because Dan wasn’t used to accommodating something this thick. Phil pushed harder—extremely slowly, but harder, so that the dildo pushed further and further into Dan’s body. Dan wiggled his ass slightly, trying to help push the dildo further into him. “Please,” he was panting over and over again in a voice so breathy Phil could barely hear it. “Please please please.”
When Phil had gotten the dildo as far into Dan’s ass as it would go, he murmured, “It’s all the way in. Do you want me to slide it in and out?”
In answer, Dan braced his hands against the headboard and moaned something that sounded like a yes. Phil could read his body language well enough to know what he wanted. Phil began slowly sliding the dildo in and out of Dan’s body. Every push in was careful and gentle, but as Dan’s muscles began to relax further, Phil found he had to be less and less gentle. Soon, he was thrusting the dildo in and out of Dan’s ass at a vigorous pace, and Dan was grunting with every push forward. Occasionally a semi-intelligible word appeared. “Yes.” Or “god.” Or “please.” Or “more.”
When Phil reached his free hand around to grasp Dan’s dick, he hadn’t even had a chance to make a single stroke before Dan screamed and arched and shuddered, coming harder than Phil had ever seen him before. It seemed to go on for minutes, but time sort of lost all meaning, and then Dan collapsed, twitching, on the bed, making small moaning sounds. He seemed to be saying something, so Phil leaned closer to hear Dan begging, “Get the other one. I can take it. I want it.”
Phil stroked Dan’s sweat-soaked hair and kissed his cheek. “Not today, sweetheart. You’ll need to rest up from this. But eventually. I promise I’ll give it to you when you’re ready.”
“Ready now,” Dan slurred, but Phil knew Dan didn’t know the limits of his own body. His hole would be sore for days after this. And they would probably need to do this another few times before he was ready for the larger dildo, the one Phil had fantasized about seeing disappear into him over and over again.
At the thought, Phil realized he couldn’t wait any longer. He rolled Dan’s completely slack body over onto his back and straddled his chest. “Do you still want me to fuck your mouth?” Phil asked. He knew Dan would probably agree to anything right now, but they had discussed this in advance. He just preferred one last permission before taking his own pleasure.
Dan licked his lips and opened his mouth, pressing weak hands against Phil’s buttocks to pull him closer. When Phil moved up and let the tip of his cock press against Dan’s bottom lip, Dan let his hands fall to the sides and slid his tongue out to light touch Phil’s sensitive skin. He pressed a kiss to Phil’s tip and then let his mouth fall slightly open.
Phil had little control at this point, having held himself back throughout nearly three hours of play. He slid his cock into Dan’s wet, soft mouth and threw back his head at the feeling. He was as hard as he’d ever been, and he had to hold his dick down with one hand to guide it into Dan’s ready mouth. He slid his cock in and out slowly a few times, enjoying the feeling of pushing past the soft pressure of Dan’s open lips, but then he couldn’t hold back anymore and began thrusting in earnest. He knew how much Dan could take—they’d been lovers for years and knew each other’s limits and preferences—so he knew that Dan could control his gag reflex when more alert, but probably couldn’t deal with such deep penetration when he was this dazed and unaware. So Phil kept his thrusts relatively shallow, enjoying the occasional lazy stroke of Dan’s tongue, the occasional bit of suction. But then Dan seemed to rouse slightly, just enough to begin sucking more strongly on Phil’s moving cock, and it was enough. After hours of holding himself back, it was more than enough, and Phil shouted as he came into Dan’s willing mouth, noticing that Dan weakly tried to swallow as much as he could in his utterly exhausted state, but that a significant amount of come still flowed out of his mouth and onto his cheeks and chin.
Phil gently wiped Dan’s face with a corner of the sheet, since his own hands were covered in lube. At the same time, he wiped off his slippery hands, noting that he should definitely throw the sheets in the washing machine when they got up for breakfast (lunch?) so that the bedding would be clean and dry enough to use tonight.
And then he stopped thinking at all as he dropped down to lie by Dan’s side on the bed. His breath was gradually slowing, but that had still been the hottest thing he’d ever seen. He couldn’t wait until they could use the larger dildo, though he knew they would need to work up to that. It really was a huge thing, larger around than his fist or forearm. He felt a shiver run through his body at the idea of shoving that monster in and out of Dan’s stretched asshole, at the sounds of mingled pleasure and pain he expected to hear while he did so. Dan would love it—he knew Dan would. They just had to work him up to that point.
******
Despite Dan’s nearly constant begging, they worked with the blue dildo several times before Phil was willing to try the horse one. For one thing, the shape of the horse dildo was such that it couldn’t be eased gently into Dan’s entrance. The top was not tapered but wide, and so the initial entrance would be a shock. He would have to relax Dan extremely well before they could even try it. He hadn’t been willing until tonight, but now they had wet and dry towels beside the bed, copious amounts of lube, older sheets on the bed, and plenty of time … and Phil was willing to try.
“Don’t make me come so many times this time,” Dan begged, but Phil was adamant.
“We have to make sure you’re as relaxed as possible, and the best way to do that is to make you come.”
“Only twice, then? Just … before the blue dildo and then with the blue dildo? Then I’ll be all loose and you can slide the new one in right away.” Dan gazed at him pleadingly.
Phil kissed him softly. “Okay. We’ll try it. But if it hurts too much, you have to tell me. Because if you let yourself get injured, then we won’t try it again. You have to promise to tell me if it hurts in a bad way, like you might tear. Promise?”
Dan nodded. “We’ll try. If it’s too much, I promise. We’ll be safe.” Apparently, the threat of not trying again was enough to make him desperate to cooperate.
After Phil had given Dan his first orgasm, they worked up to the blue dildo, as they’d done quite a few times now, and Dan took it fairly easily. Not without pain, but without his muscles tightening up like they had the first time, and without presenting as much resistance. Phil could push the dildo into Dan’s ass with a firm pressure without worrying about damage. The first push was always slow and careful, and Dan’s muscles always resisted at first, but they also always relaxed slowly as the dildo was pushed in and pulled out several times.
Now that it wasn’t as difficult, Dan preferred to kneel on his hands and knees so that he could hang his head down and watch Phil’s hand on the dildo as it appeared and disappeared. Phil told him he might have to put his lower body on the bed this first time with the horse dildo, to make it easier, since they’d found that the least painful, easiest position for them when they first experimented with anal sex.
As the blue dildo slid in and out of Dan’s body, Phil reminded himself that this dildo was larger than his own dick, that Dan had at first not been able to take either, and now he could take both fairly comfortably. Again, not without pain, but without any pain he didn’t enjoy. He couldn’t wait until Dan could take the horse dildo the same way. The thought sent another thrilled shiver of anticipation through him.
“I’m ready,” Dan panted impatiently. “Make me come so we can try the other dildo.”
Phil stroked Dan’s ass cheek and said gently. “Not yet. Not yet. Don’t you like watching my hand on the dildo?”
Dan nodded.
Phil explained, “You won’t be able to do that with the horse dildo. Not this first time. You’ll need to put your upper body on the bed so your ass is high in the air for me, so that I don’t hurt you too much. So if you want to keep watching, let’s do this for a while more.”
“I don’t need to watch. I just want to come. I want that huge dildo. I want it in my ass. You know you want it, too. You’ve been fantasizing about if for ages—you told me so. Don’t you want to shove it in me and watch me take it?”
Phil knew Dan was just trying to work him up so that he’d move more quickly, and it was definitely working. So maybe it was time to make Dan come so they could both get closer to what they wanted. He slowed the pace of his thrusts with the blue dildo, then carefully reached around to grasp Dan’s cock. “You won’t be able to watch the horse cock this time,” he apologized, but then he started to rapidly speed the rhythm of both his hands. “But maybe next time we can do it in front of a mirror so you can see everything.” At the thought, Dan came suddenly with a wail.
Not waiting for Dan to recover, Phil pushed Dan’s head down onto the pillow, raising his hips at the same time, and then reached for the horse cock dildo they’d left by the side of the bed, already covered with lube. He coated it with a bit more lube, just to be sure, and then did what he and Dan had discussed in advance: he pressed the head of the giant dildo against Dan’s hole and began to press.
Dan grunted in discomfort but didn’t struggle. He’d known this would be uncomfortable, but they both knew it would be worth it. They’d talked about it extensively beforehand. They’d even read up about it on the Internet. Phil pressed a bit harder, and he felt Dan’s emotional struggle. His muscles were relaxed by the two orgasms he’d had in fairly rapid succession—his asshole was stretched fairly well by the blue dildo—but this was an entirely different challenge. He was trying to stay physically relaxed while his brain told him to flee from imminent pain.
Phil massaged the cheek of Dan’s ass with his free hand, pushed hard, harder, harder … and suddenly the top of the dildo popped inside the tight ring of Dan’s asshole. Dan cried out in pain and grabbed tightly onto both sides of the pillow under his head. “Oh Jesus,” Dan breathed, and Phil could hear tears in the sound.
“Should I stop? Pull it out?” Phil asked urgently.
“Don’t you fucking dare!” Dan growled. “Just … give me a minute.” His breathing was slow and hard, as if he was trying to control himself. Every muscle in his back was visible and his legs quivered.
“You have to relax,” Phil reminded him softly, stroking his free hand along Dan’s straining back. “Think of how much you want this. Think about getting to watch yourself in the mirror, watching me fucking you with this giant dildo, watching me make you take it.”
Dan heaved a deep breath and relaxed noticeably. “Yeah,” he said, his voice husky. “I want that.” He grasped both sides of the pillow tightly with his hands and said, “A little deeper now.”
“Are you sure?” Phil asked. “Remember our deal.”
“I’ll stop you if it hurts too much, but I want this. You know I want it. And I want it to hurt. But I’ll tell you if it’s too much.”
Phil nodded, though he knew Dan wouldn’t be able to see him, and pushed the huge dildo a bit further into Dan’s ass. It was tough going. He hadn’t realized how much of a leap it would be between the blue dildo and this one, but this clearly challenged what was even physically possible for Dan, at least right now. Maybe they should have worked up to it more slowly. Maybe they’d been hasty. Maybe Dan was really going to get hurt.
“More,” Dan’s voice rumbled from where his head lay pressed against the pillow. “Please. More.”
Phil pushed again, feeling considerable resistance and hearing Dan grunt in pain. But Dan was asking for this, and Phil trusted him to keep their deal. Which meant the pain Dan currently felt was pain he wanted, pain he enjoyed, and that thought let Phil relax a bit. He looked at Dan’s asshole, stretched tight around the girth of the black-and-white dildo, and it was everything he had imagined.
“Do you like this gigantic horse cock in your ass?” he asked Dan, and Dan groaned into the pillow. “Tell me,” Phil demanded. “Do you like it? Does it hurt? Do you like it even though it hurts?”
Phil saw Dan’s ass muscles clench then relax again, and he was able to push the dildo in a bit further. “I like it because it hurts,” Dan admitted, sounding absolutely wrecked. “It hurts so good, you can’t even imagine. It’s the best thing I’ve ever felt. I want more.” Phil didn’t move immediately, and Dan begged, “Please, Phil, more!”
So Phil pushed on the dildo, and this time it slid more easily. Perhaps Dan’s begging had opened him up more. It slid in another inch or two, and Phil licked his lips watching the movement, watching that hole stretch and slide around the slick horse cock dildo. He pushed again, and Dan’s internal muscles fought the progression of the dildo, but the dildo won the battle, sliding deeper. Dan grunted again, and his whole body writhed. “That’s so…” he broke off into a moan. Phil pushed again, and the dildo slid in even further. “So fucking fantastic.” Dan’s entire body writhed again and he whined, “More. More more more!” Phil pushed the dildo further into Dan’s ass, not exactly ignoring the resistance but trusting that Dan would tell him if he went too far or too fast. Thus far, Dan seemed to be loving it. Phil kept pushing, and it seemed like the dildo went on for miles, because there was still more of it to thrust into Dan.
“How does it feel?” Phil asked, pulling the dildo out slightly and then pushing in again. Dan shivered, so Phil did it again.
“God, it’s so huge. It feels like it’s so far inside me it’s going to come out my throat, like it’s filling my entire body. How much more is there?” Dan’s voice was rough and husky, like an animal’s voice instead of a human’s.
“About two inches. Just two more inches,” Phil replied quickly.
“Do it,” Dan insisted. “Do it now. All of it.” He arched his back so that his ass stood up even higher, and Phil did as he said. “Ah!” Dan cried out. “Yes!” He tossed his head for a moment on the pillow, then rasped, “Is that all of it?”
Phil looked down at his hand holding the base of the dildo, which now rested against the outer edge of Dan’s hole. “That’s all of it.”
“Hold it still,” Dan grunted. “Let me … I want to try to fuck myself on it first.” So Phil held the dildo in place, and Dan moved his hips slightly back and forth while Phil watched the huge silicone toy slide in and out of Dan’s hole.
“Oh Jesus,” Phil breathed.
“You like it, too, don’t you?” Dan asked, and at first Phil just nodded, forgetting that Dan couldn’t see him.
Then he replied in a near whisper, “Yes. It’s … just like I imagined.”
“Except you wanted to shove it in and out of me, right?” Dan asked, his voice recovering some of its strength. “Well, that’s what I want you to do.”
“Are you sure?” Phil asked, eyeing his hand on the base of the dildo, the painfully stretched skin of Dan’s asshole.
“You’re fucking right I’m sure,” Dan growled. “Give it to me, Phil. Give it to me hard! I want it!”
Phil slowly pulled the huge thing out of Dan, almost all the way out until that flat head was just inside him, and then pushed it slowly back in. Dan groaned the entire time the dildo was sliding back into him—one long, drawn-out sound of pleasure and pain. “Again,” he demanded. “Again and again and again!”
Phil repeated the action, pulling the dildo almost entirely out of Dan’s body and then pushing it back in a little faster this time. Dan cried out, but it didn’t seem to be a bad thing, so Phil did it again, a little faster this time. And then again, a little faster. Dan’s body took it a little easier each time, but it was never completely smooth. His body always fought the intrusion, but that seemed to be part of what Dan enjoyed about it. Another few thrusts, speeding up, and Dan was sobbing. “God, it’s so huge,” he managed between sobs. “It’s so fucking huge inside me, like it’s dragging my whole body every time it moves.”
“Again?” Phil asked uncertainly.
“A few times,” Dan asked in a voice ruined by crying. “A few times, fast, while you jack my cock, and I’m going to come so hard my brains will explode.”
So Phil reached around and gingerly took hold of Dan’s cock, which felt so hard it was like marble, if marble was hot and throbbing in his hand. He didn’t squeeze, because he knew Dan didn’t want to come until the dildo was actively thrusting in and out of him, so Phil began thrusting the dildo as fast as he could, pushing past the resistance in Dan’s body, sliding out and thrusting strongly inside again, and he grasped Dan’s cock and stroked it in the same rhythm until Dan’s entire body seized, freezing the dildo inside him so that Phil couldn’t move it, and his cock throbbed in Phil’s hand, but no sound emitted from his choked throat. His entire body went entirely rigid for a long moment as his cock pumped out pulse after pulse of come, more than Phil would have thought possible, and then his muscles began to relax all at once.
Phil caught him quickly, not wanting Dan to collapse in a way that might hurt him, given the huge dildo shoved so far into his body. He gently helped Dan lie down on his side, practically unconscious, and then as slowly as possible, he removed the dildo. It took a long time, because he didn’t want to move too quickly and hurt Dan, but eventually the entire thing was free, and Phil dropped it onto one of the towels they’d left on the floor.
When he’d imagined this in his fantasies, he’d expected to be so worked up that he would be on the edge of orgasm after this performance, but instead he just felt extremely close to Dan, because they’d just shared something more intimate than he had expected it to be. He spooned up behind Dan, smoothing his soaking wet curls away from his sweaty forehead and whispered, “I love you.” Maybe next time he’d be desperate to come after that—hell, he almost certainly would! But this first time … this felt like such an intense experience that they’d been through together, and it had required such trust on both sides … all he felt was love and gratitude.
Dan stirred slowly and turned onto his side facing Phil with a lazy smile, his eyes still closed as if he were on the verge of sleep. “Thank you for fucking me with a giant horse cock,” Dan murmured with a lopsided grin, which made Phil laugh.
“You’re welcome,” Phil chuckled.
“I’ll give you the biggest orgasm ever to thank you once I’m able to move again,” Dan promised, his eyes still closed, body still limp.
“I’ll hold you to that,” Phil said, and then reached over to kiss Dan’s lips gently.
“And I love you, too, you know,” Dan said sleepily, obviously worn out by the evening’s activities.
“I know,” Phil told him, then did a minimum amount of clean-up, trying not to disturb Dan too much, before pulling the duvet up over both of them and pulling Dan close while he slept.
******
Author’s Note: This is certainly the raunchiest, kinkiest thing I’ve ever written, and most of my other fic is rated G or Teen, so if you’re looking for more of this, you probably shouldn’t follow this blog just for that or you’ll be sadly disappointed.
Title: The Happiest Place on Earth
Summary: Phil Lester hates his job playing Prince Charming at Disneyland, until another British boy shows up and unexpectedly charms him instead
Word Count: 4.6k
Rating: Mature
Tags: Disneyland, Flirting, Strangers to Lovers, Semi-Public Sex, Hand Jobs
Author’s Note: This fic was inspired by the @phanfichallenge’s Disney Challenge. Thanks a million to @ivy625fanfic and @jorzuela for their general wonderfulness, assistance, and encouragement!
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The Happiest Place on Earth
Phil pulled off his white NASA t-shirt and black skinny jeans (with the stylish rips that had of course made the jeans ironically more expensive) and began to don the costume that he had rapidly come to despise. He was a fan of colorful clothing, but even he recognized the cheesiness of the bright red polyester pants, and the ridiculously thick white polyester coat always made him sweat like a pig in the Californian summer heat.
God, he missed England! He missed the rain, and the green grass, and the snow in the wintertime. Here, the only greenery was carefully manicured topiary. But he couldn’t control where his father found work, and so he’d relocated with the rest of his family to this godforsaken suburban desert called Anaheim.
Sure, he could have stayed in England on his own, but when not only his mum and dad but also Martyn had all planned the move here together, he hadn’t wanted to be left behind without the three people he was closest to in the entire world. They’d always been a tight-knit family, and he would have missed them terribly.
But he was beginning to think that moving back to England on his own might be the only answer, as working this wretched job at Disneyland had come to seem like a fate worse than death. But he hadn’t been able to find any other work with his degree in English Language and Linguistics. The other Californians he’d met outside of work had joked that his university education had prepared him very well for a career articulately asking, “Would you like fries with that?” Ha bloody ha.
Playing Prince Charming every day might drive him insane, but at least it paid better than McDonald’s. Marginally.
Phil donned the military-style coat with its ridiculously fiddly golden closures and high, scratchy collar, and adjusted the fringed epaulettes on his shoulders, then also the snug belt at his waist. Last, always last, he tugged on the pristine white gloves he was required to wear at all times. Yes, he had to wear not only a thick coat but also gloves in the 33ºC heat. This job sometimes felt death-defying, as if earning his meager wages might actually result in him expiring from heat stroke at any moment.
With his naturally sunny disposition, he had thought that playing a Disney character to amuse children all day would come naturally and even make him happy. But it hadn’t turned out quite as he expected, and his sunny disposition was growing cloudier and cloudier under the bright California sun as he toiled endlessly in this costume so ridiculously unsuited to the local weather.
He slathered his face with sunscreen, since no other skin on his body would be exposed to the sun, before he combed and shellacked his hair into the required unmovable quiff, and then practiced a bright smile as he gazed into the dressing room mirror.
Well, thus started another shift at the happiest fucking place on earth.
***
As he escorted Julie (a.k.a. Cinderella) down Main Street, they maintained their constant smiles and stopped to chat with any park guests who showed an interest. They also, of course, posed for about a thousand photos per hour.
“Oh, you’re even faking a British accent!” a woman in plaid shorts and a striped tank top cooed at him after taking several photos of him with her children as they pelted him with questions about what it was like to be a prince and were he and Cinderella married and where did they live and did they have any kids and a million other questions Phil had to answer a hundred times every day, always making sure to stay in character.
That was the most important part of his job, as the management had stressed over and over during his hiring process and continued to stress nearly every day. He must always stay in character, must always be Prince Charming. Even when one of the overly entitled children kicked him in the shin, he had to laugh it off and tousle the boy’s hair with a faked fondness that potentially put him in danger of getting his hand bitten.
Luckily, the annoying costume gloves would have protected him from whatever rabies the brat might be carrying.
“Your accent doesn’t sound quite right, but it’s good enough to fool the kids, and that’s what matters at Disneyland, right?” The woman grinned at him, showing red lipstick smeared across her front teeth. She made no attempt to control the four children apparently in her care as they ran about and climbed on anything they could get near.
Phil smiled at her, trying not to grind his teeth audibly, and said, “Children certainly are a blessing and a joy, yours especially. It’s been so wonderful to talk with all of you,” and then he took Julie by the gloved hand to guide her away.
“One more picture!” the woman yelled after them, so he and Julie turned, and she looped her arm gracefully through his as they’d been forced to practice a thousand times, and they posed with those bright fake smiles as the tourist snapped a few more photos with her phone before they were released to stroll again down the boulevard full of families sweating in their summer clothing, sure that none of them ever spared a thought for the costumed park employees in their much less comfortable attire.
He thanked his lucky stars that at least he didn’t have to wear one of the non-human costumes, like the fellow who played Mickey Mouse. That guy was always a disgusting, sweat-drenched mess at the end of his shift, but at least he didn’t have to actually talk to the park guests like Phil and Julie did.
It must be much easier to stay in character when you didn’t have to smile or talk.
Suddenly, out of the constant babble around him, Phil noticed an English accent, then another. A family stood nearby, and they were clearly from one of the southern counties. Berkshire, maybe? The voice he had first noticed seemed to belong to an utterly beautiful boy near Phil’s own age, and he couldn’t help but stare a moment until Julie patted his arm to remind him to keep playing his character role.
Always stay in character. Always be Prince Charming. He smiled brightly at the beautiful boy, who raised an eyebrow.
And then suddenly the boy walked away from what Phil could only assume was his family and approached Phil and Julie. “This guy’s a philanderer, you know,” he told Julie, jerking his thumb at Phil. “He’s got loads of other girls on the side. Snow White, Sleeping Beauty, Rapunzel … and who knows how many other hapless women who subscribe to the ridiculous gender roles that require them to passively wait to be rescued by a man instead of proactively getting themselves out of their own stupid predicaments.”
Great. A heckler. They didn’t appear often, but when they did … joy. This one was surprisingly—and intriguingly—articulate, but still … a heckler. Phil forced the smile to stay on his face, nodded politely to the beautiful pain in his ass, and began to lead Julie away. The heckler grinned at him, showing deep dimples that only made him more lovely, and Phil contained a groan of dismay at the bolt of intense desire that shot through him.
“He’s also the villain of the story,” Beautiful Heckler continued loudly as they started to turn away. “Anyone who’s watched the Shrek movies knows that.”
“If you’ll excuse us,” Phil bestowed upon the little asshole his most gracious smile, “my princess and I must continue to visit with our many guests.”
The heckler’s brown eyes went wide as he heard Phil’s voice. “You’re English!” he exclaimed in obvious shock. Phil only nodded, his hands embarrassingly sweaty in those terrible gloves, and tried to extricate himself and Julie from this potentially out-of-character conversation.
“Indeed, I am. It’s been lovely to meet you, but we should continue on our way. Please do enjoy your stay in our magical kingdom.” Julie’s hand tightened on his arm, signaling him to speed up their escape. It wasn’t his job to stand talking to a twentyish twink with gorgeous dimples when there were hundreds of small children and lipstick-smeared mothers waiting to meet their favorite Disney characters come to life.
But Heckler Boy put his hand on Phil’s other arm and asked, “Where are you from? And why are you working at Disneyland, of all places?” He was shaking his head in disbelief, shiny brown curls bouncing slightly.
“I’m from a kingdom far away,” Phil replied in character, ignoring Julie’s increasingly tight squeeze on his arm. “But I journeyed far to find my true love.” He turned to smile at Julie, and she smiled at him with her mouth but glared at him with her eyes.
Phil gave in and nodded his best aloof Prince Charming nod at the beautiful heckler, who was now staring at him in apparent fascination, making Phil want to do nothing but stay there and stare at him in return. But he wasn’t Phil right now, and he couldn’t flirt with anyone but Julie, and he couldn’t be visibly gay—though, honestly, what Prince Charming didn’t seem at least a little gay? So he just patted the boy’s hand on his coat sleeve, wishing that there wasn’t a layer of polyester glove preventing their skin from touching, even just for that brief moment, and then he and Julie continued on with their stroll, only to be stopped almost immediately by a family with two small children who wanted to pose for photos.
Smiling for the tourist’s camera, Phil dared a quick glance in the direction where he’d left the beautiful British boy and saw him still watching Phil, which made him blush a bit. Blushing in this costume was extremely unpleasant, as it only made him even warmer than he already was, but he couldn’t help it when such an attractive guy was watching him like that.
After the family had taken their photos, Phil took Julie by the hand again, tucked her arm through his, and escorted her further into the park.
He didn’t look back toward the boy again.
***
Phil groaned with pleasure as he pulled off the hated gloves at the end of his shift, divesting himself of the rest of the horrible costume as quickly as possible. The entire thing was soaked with sweat. It was lucky the park supplied him with a clean costume each day, because he could never have kept up with the laundry himself.
In another stroke of luck, the “backstage” area had showers, so Phil cleaned up with a thorough soap and shampoo, running the water cool enough to give himself goosebumps, but glad of the temperature change after an entire day of roasting in the sun and polyester.
Donning his own clothes again and giving his black hair a quick combing, he snuck out through the backstage entrance instead of the employee exit he was supposed to use. Character-role employees were forbidden to re-enter the park in their street clothes, lest a guest recognize them, spoiling the oh-so-important illusion. Phil couldn’t have said what inspired him to break the rules today when he never had before, but if he’d been forced to guess, he probably could have intuited that it had something to do with a certain heckler with irresistible dimples.
In a park filled with thousands of people, he was extremely unlikely to even see the guy again, let alone have a conversation with him … but only 10 minutes or so after he left the employee area, he saw him. Phil wondered if maybe the guy wouldn’t recognize him now that he was out of costume, but when their eyes met, the boy immediately grinned and said something to his family before turning and walking toward Phil.
He looked Phil up and down, and his first words to him were, “I like the ripped jeans a lot more than the prince outfit. You look hot in a very different way.”
Phil had no idea what to say to that. He’d sort of secretly hoped to see the guy again, but he’d had absolutely no expectation of the guy actually hitting on him.
“Um,” Phil stammered, “I’m not … I’m not really supposed to talk to guests … when I’m out of costume.” He was blushing again, and he cursed his fair skin for giving him away.
The guy leaned close and said quietly, “What if we go somewhere where people won’t see us?” He smirked.
Phil looked around, then walked toward one of the buildings that housed supplies, then ducked behind it so that he and the boy—who had eagerly followed him—were hidden between the wall and the nearby foliage. With the sun going down and the park beginning to get a little dark, there was very little chance anyone would see them here. But he could still see the beautiful boy in the dimming light.
“I’m Dan,” his beautiful heckler said, and then he leaned in to kiss Phil, just like that.
“Whoa!” exclaimed Phil, pulling away slightly. “I mean … what are you…”
Dan raised his eyebrow again, just as he had when their eyes first met hours ago and he asked smugly, “You don’t want to?” And Phil found himself numbly shaking his head.
“No,” Phil rasped out, his voice exhausted after a day of greeting strangers, then laughed a little. “I mean yes.” And then he smiled his first real, honest smile of the day, and Dan kissed him again, this time with a much more enthusiastic response from Phil.
Phil didn’t even know how long they’d been kissing when he felt Dan’s hands slide underneath the back of his t-shirt, stroking the bare skin of his spine. Phil gasped, and his head fell back slightly at the incredible unexpected pleasure.
“I can get away tonight if you want to … you know … meet up and … do something. Together,” Dan suggested awkwardly, kissing the notch at the base of Phil’s throat and then flicking his tongue out against the sensitive skin there to make Phil moan.
Phil lowered his head to look into Dan’s eyes. “I don’t even know who you are,” Phil protested. “Why are you in California? How long are you here? Are you a student, or do you have a job, or…”
Dan asked wryly, “You don’t really care about any of that, do you? Really?”
But Phil shook his head, then nodded, confused. “No. Yes. I do. I don’t just … do this.”
Dan raised that damned eyebrow again. “You don’t? Because, you know, you could. You could pull almost anybody you wanted. You’re fucking gorgeous, you know. Even better out of that ridiculous costume.” He ran his hands through Phil’s damp, freshly showered hair. “And I like your hair better like this. It looked like plastic before, but it’s actually really soft.” Then he stroked his hands through Phil’s hair to the back of his head and reeled him in for another kiss. He pulled away slightly and whispered, “My family’s here on holiday.” Then he kissed Phil again before breathing against his lips, “I’m on my gap year.” Another kiss, longer this time, his tongue stroking against Phil’s in a maddening caress before he slowly pulled away to kiss the side of Phil’s neck and murmur against it, “And we’re in town for another week. During which time I really really hope I’ll see a lot more of you.” He pulled away to look Phil up and down before blatantly licking his lips. “And I do mean that in every sense.”
Phil leaned back against the wall of the outbuilding, breathing heavily. “Jesus. Do you do this on every vacation? Everywhere you go? Just find some stranger and pull him into a corner and suggest…” He shook his head slightly, not sure how to finish that sentence. Because what exactly was Dan suggesting? Quite a bit, if Phil wasn’t mistaken.
Dan sighed and leaned away slightly. “Do we really have to have this conversation? Because … no. No, I’ve actually never just dragged someone off into the bushes like this before, but I feel like … I don’t know. Both of us being from England, and meeting here, and the way you looked at me, and the shivers I got…”
Phil interrupted him. “You got shivers?”
“Didn’t you?” Dan asked, and for the first time he sounded a little uncertain.
“Yeah,” Phil admitted with a slow grin, finally feeling a little more confident. “But I thought it was just me.”
“It wasn’t just you,” Dan replied. “It was like … an electric shock. Like fate or something, meeting you here. I feel like I’ve known you forever, almost from the first moment our eyes met. I can’t explain it.” He breathed out a sort of frustrated sigh. “Are you really going to make me say all this sappy stuff, or can we just kiss some more, and maybe make plans to meet up later?” He swallowed, then looked at Dan with those warm brown eyes, and they looked happy, which made Phil happy, too. “Because I’d really like to meet up later,” Dan whispered, like it was a secret, then leaned forward to kiss Phil again.
They kissed for a long while, Dan pressing up against Phil, pressing him up against the wall so that Phil could feel that Dan was just as hard as he was. “Won’t your family be looking for you?” Phil gasped, reluctantly pulling his lips away from Dan’s.
“I told them I’d meet them at the front gate after the fireworks,” Dan purred. “There will be fireworks, won’t there?” And he slid his hand down to stroke the front of Phil’s jeans, making Phil groan.
“Yes,” Phil gasped, and he didn’t know if he was answering Dan’s question or responding to Dan’s wayward hand. He reached down to press Dan’s hand against his cock through his jeans … and noticed that Dan’s fingers were shaking. Perhaps the boy wasn’t as confident as he seemed? Maybe they should put this all off. Dan had suggested meeting up later, which would give him time to decide if he really wanted this.
Phil spun their bodies around so that Dan was against the wall, with Phil the one leaning forward to press them together. He ground against Dan once, then once again, and Dan’s body arched against him with obvious pleasure. “There’ll be fireworks if you want them. I promise. But not here,” Phil said firmly. Then he frowned. “I mean, there will be fireworks here. There are fireworks here every night during the summer. But not these kinds of fireworks.” And he ground his hips against Dan’s again, and Dan was the one gasping now. Phil wrapped a hand around each of Dan’s wrists, then pinned them against the wall on either side of his head. He thrust against Dan again and they both groaned. “Because for these kinds of fireworks, I’d rather have you naked.” He waited to see how Dan would react.
Dan opened his eyes to look at Phil, and the pupils of his brown eyes were hugely dilated, though Phil wasn’t sure if it was in response to him or to the growing darkness. Dan’s body leaned limp against the wall, as if he’d collapsed, as if he’d completely submitted to Phil. He’d started out as the aggressor, but now he just gazed at Phil in willing, helpless abandon. Phil leaned in to kiss him again, licking his tongue into Dan’s mouth until the beautiful boy was groaning again, his body tight as a bow, pressing as close to Phil as he could get. Both his hands grasped at Phil’s back as if he were absolutely desperate. “Please?” he begged, pressing himself as tightly against Phil as possible.
“Oh, fuck it,” Phil ground out, and he let go of Dan’s wrists so he could reach down to unzip Dan’s jeans, slipping his hand inside to feel him hot and hard through his underwear with its rather obvious damp spot. Dan had been leaking pre-come while they were making out. The evidence only made Phil harder. “I can get you naked next time.”
Dan’s hand reached between them, fumbling to get Phil’s jeans open with eager hands.
“I’ve never done this before,” Phil laughed as they rubbed at each other there in the hidden corner where anyone could happen upon them.
“With a guy, or outside, or at work?” Dan asked, breathing heavily. He squeezed Phil’s cock briefly through the denim and Phil closed his eyes with pleasure.
“Oh, I’ve definitely done it with a guy,” Phil chuckled, “but never outside, and definitely not at work. But somebody tempted me too much for me to resist.” He leaned in to press their mouths together again and felt the eagerness in Dan’s returning kiss. He slipped his hand into Dan’s underwear and Dan cried out at the first touch of skin on skin. Phil quickly placed his other hand over Dan’s mouth, whispering, “Shhh. We don’t want anyone hearing us and coming back here to see what’s going on.” Dan nodded, and Phil took his hand away from the boy’s mouth. As he pulled his hand away, Dan licked his palm with a saucy grin.
He grasped Dan’s cock and pushed his underwear out of the way with his other hand. Meanwhile, Dan was still struggling to get Phil’s jeans open. Suddenly, Phil wondered if Dan had ever done this before. “How about you?” he asked, then stroked Dan’s cock lightly, not wanting this to be over too quickly. “Have you done this before?”
“Of course,” Dan replied, finally getting Phil’s jeans open and slipping a hand in to rub him through his underwear. Phil’s hips bucked toward the touch, but he’d heard the obvious nervous lie in Dan’s words, and this all of a sudden got even hotter. Not only was he exchanging hand jobs with a stranger at work, but it was the boy’s first time with another guy.
“I don’t believe you,” Phil whispered against Dan’s lips. “I think I’m the first guy you’ve been with, even though you’re…” his words cut off in a moan as Dan’s hand slipped into his underwear and grasped him in a tight grip. “Even though you’re doing fantastic.” Phil bit his own lip in pleasure, then leaned forward to nibble at Dan’s arching neck, giving it a flick of his tongue in apology and wondering if he would leave a mark. He liked the idea of Dan returning to his family with Phil’s mark on him, even if it might not be the best idea. He decided to try to be more careful.
Dan was panting now, thrusting into Phil’s hand as he squeezed and stroked Phil’s cock with an obviously inexpert touch, unaccustomed to this angle. “Okay,” Dan admitted on a moan. “Yeah, I haven’t done this with a guy before.” He leaned forward for another passionate kiss before adding, “But you just … the way you looked at me … and then in those ripped jeans … like I said … shivers.” And Phil felt Dan’s body shiver again, just at the memory. But a moment later he realized it had been a different kind of shudder as Dan’s cock pulsed and he began to come. Ironically, the first boom of fireworks above them happened at nearly the same time, and Phil saw Dan’s ecstatic face illuminated by blue lights falling above them.
“Faster,” Phil urged as Dan’s hand slowed during his own release. Obligingly, Dan sped up his strokes and soon Phil too was coming, his orgasm spurred by the knowledge that they could be caught at any moment, combined with awareness that Dan had never done this before and Phil was his first.
As their breathing slowed, fireworks continued to explode above them, occasionally illuminating their faces with a variety of different colors as they stared at each other. Phil hadn’t hoped for anything more than maybe a glimpse of the dimpled heckler, and he now guessed that Dan had probably hoped for nothing more than perhaps a quick make-out session. They both gazed at each other in wonder, chests still heaving.
“I saw fireworks. How about you?” Dan laughed breathlessly, his smart mouth finally making a reappearance. He was grinning, and his dimples were shadows in the light of the sparkles falling high above their heads.
“Definitely fireworks,” Phil replied and kissed that smart mouth. “And shivers.”
“And shivers,” Dan agreed on a quiet breath.
They lingered, kissing more softly now, their bodies leaning together as if they were holding each other up. Phil noticed Dan holding his hand away from his body and laughed. “My shirt is white. Nobody will notice before I get it home and wash it.” Dan didn’t seem to understand what Phil meant until Phil grabbed his hand and wiped the come off both of their hands onto his NASA t-shirt.
Dan laughed softly. “God, I hope we didn’t get my jeans. What’ll my parents think?” Phil guessed that he was probably blushing, though the hues of the fireworks hid any natural color of Dan’s skin.
“Probably nothing even nearly as good as the truth,” Phil joked.
He stroked his hand down Dan’s body again, making the boy twitch, but Phil merely slipped his hand into Dan’s jeans pocket to pry out the boy’s phone and type in his number. “Call me. Then we’ll see about more of those fireworks.” He grinned at Dan. “Like I said … they’re every night during the summer.” He kissed Dan softly again as he slid the phone back into Dan’s pocket.
Dan gazed at him with eyes deep and filled with stars. “What name should I look for in my phone?”
Phil frowned, confused. “What?”
“Did you just put your name as Prince Charming, or do your friends call you something a little less pretentious?”
Phil laughed and said, “Oh my god. I can’t believe I never told you my name. It’s Phil. My name is Phil.”
“It’s very nice to meet you, Phil,” Dan said formally, and then broke into giggles.
Phil pulled away and giggled along with him, seeing his own giddy happiness reflected in Dan’s face as the firework show’s grand finale exploded in multiple colors at once above them. “I have to … um…” Dan stammered shyly. “I have to go meet my family at the front gate.”
“I know,” Phil replied, then kissed him one more time, just a brush of their lips.
“But I’ll call you,” Dan hurried to add. “Phil.” And he smiled again.
“I know,” Phil repeated with a grin, and then gave him one last kiss. Dan turned to walk away, but looked back once before he disappeared into the crowd. Phil smiled and raised a hand, then chuckled to himself when he realized it was the one that was still slightly coated in drying bodily fluids.
When he was sure Dan was gone, Phil turned to walk back toward the employee lot where he’d parked his car. He walked loose-limbed, thumbs hooked into the front pockets of his ripped jeans … and for the first time today, Disneyland really did feel like the happiest place on earth.
Author’s End Note: I’m just going to ignore the logistical difficulties of mutual simultaneous hand jobs when one participant is right handed and the other is left handed. Pretend I never even pointed out the potential awkwardness.
Title: How To Be A Sexy Nerd
Summary: “If you want something, just do it, Phil.”
Rating: Explicit
Word Count: 4.7K
Tags: Smut, Established Relationship, Light Dom/sub Play, Cum Play, Facials, Oral Sex, Anal Sex, Just lots of sex okay?
Author’s Note: Inspired by the DanAndPhilGAMES video “How To Be A Sexy Nerd” (specifically, the exchange at 1:10)
Also available on AO3 here
How To Be A Sexy Nerd
Editing the wikiHow video for the gaming channel, Dan watched Phil hesitantly pop a single marshmallow into his mouth and then shyly hide behind the bag of candy. Why was it always so difficult to get Phil to just do the things he wanted to do? Phil worried so much about making other people happy that he seemed to feel like he needed to earn any kind of reward for himself. Dan shook his head in fond amusement.
He paused the video, the screen frozen on an image of Phil hiding adorably behind the pink and white bag of marshmallows, his eyes sweet and innocent in his “smol bean” onscreen persona, but his eyes also looking a little guilty.
If Dan had learned anything from therapy, it was that everyone had a right to be happy, even him. And definitely Phil. And suddenly, just looking at Phil’s hesitant eyes above that pink and white bag of candy, he saw his whole relationship with Phil in a different light.
Phil was an extremely considerate lover, always had been. Perhaps because of the difference in their ages and levels of experience when they first got together, he’d always been very focused on Dan’s comfort, Dan’s needs, Dan’s pleasure … and Dan, the selfish fuck, had never even noticed until this moment.
He looked again at Phil’s eyes on the screen. Phil might insist on competing for marshmallows to give himself an excuse to eat them, but Dan knew from years of experience that Phil would also eat an entire bag of marshmallows in secret, indulging himself in private and then apologizing like a guilty child when he got caught. He had the desires, the greed, but he was just ashamed to own them.
What else was Phil wanting, but feeling too guilty to take? What else did he secretly imagine, secretly covet, but feel wrong about? Phil was a greedy little shit when it came to sweets and cereal, so … why was he always so generous in bed? Why didn’t that side of him ever show in their sex life?
Dan fretted about it throughout the rest of the editing process, then couldn’t seem to stop. He couldn’t help feeling like he should have noticed this. Should have noticed it years ago. No matter what they did in bed, and they’d done plenty, Phil was never greedy. Dan felt like a selfish git that he’d been reaping the rewards of Phil’s overdeveloped sense of generosity the entire time they’d been together without even realizing it.
It had been difficult to coax Phil into eating a marshmallow when they were making the video, and even then he’d seemed ashamed of the indulgence. If getting Phil to eat a marshmallow had been that difficult, how the hell was Dan going to coax Phil into taking what he really wanted in bed? What did Phil even want in bed? Dan realized with just the slightest hint of self-loathing that he honestly wasn’t sure he knew.
That night when Phil fucked him, it wasn’t all scented candles and soft music, it wasn’t particularly gentle, but that was because Dan kept grunting, “Harder. Jesus, Phil, harder!” And Phil, as always, gave Dan what he needed, what he wanted, and so Phil thrust into him like a piston, and those pale hands pinched Dan’s nipples and stroked his cock, and Dan came so hard he literally saw stars, and Phil groaned above him, thrusting again and again through his own apparently spectacular orgasm shortly thereafter.
But as he lay there afterward, their heavy breathing loud in the bedroom, the sweat cooling on their bodies, Phil’s arm lying limp and relaxed across his waist, Dan couldn’t help wondering how much more spectacular it might be for Phil if he worried more about his own pleasure and less about Dan’s.
And he started scheming.
“Hey, I’ve been meaning to ask you something,” he said the next morning as Phil was stretching and groping around for his glasses.
“Yeah?” Phil asked, then yawned.
“What do you like in bed?”
Phil paused mid-yawn, which looked pretty hilarious, then snapped his mouth shut with an audible clack of teeth. His brows drew together in an expression of obvious confusion, and he put his glasses on as if that might help him better understand the situation. His eyes roamed Dan’s torso, bared by the sheet that had dropped to his waist, then returned to meet Dan’s gaze. “Was something wrong with last night?”
“Of course not, you dork. It was incredible, as always,” Dan leaned in for a reassuring kiss, and Phil’s lips lingered against his. Neither of them had ever let a little morning breath get in their way. “But I can’t help wondering … what would you want to do if you weren’t focusing on me?”
Phil’s brows drew even closer together. Serious frown territory now. “You don’t want me to focus on you? You’re the one I want to have sex with Dan … of course I’m going to focus on you.”
Dan nodded slowly, an idea beginning to form in his mind. “So … you like to please me, right? Sexually.”
Phil’s forehead smoothed and his lips curved in a smirk. “Oh yeah,” he breathed, a hand rising to stroke Dan’s chest, moving slowly, teasingly toward a nipple.
“Well, you know what I really want, Phil?” Dan asked, voice gone soft and low, just the way he knew turned Phil on the most.
“What?” Phil asked, head leaning close, fingers straying away from Dan’s chest now and down below the sheet.
Dan reached down to catch Phil’s hand, interlacing their fingers to make sure it didn’t seem like a rejection. “I want to watch you be selfish.”
Phil’s eyes narrowed as if he expected some sort of trap. “Selfish?”
Dan let his eyes lower to half-mast, arched his neck in a way he knew drove Phil crazy, and moaned, “I want you to take me, do whatever you want, do whatever you’ve thought about or fantasized about but thought you shouldn’t. Do it to me, Phil. Whatever you want. Don’t worry about me. I want this.” He let his voice go even a little deeper. “I really want this, Phil.”
“You want me to,” Phil gulped, his Adam’s apple bobbing nervously, “you want me to … do what exactly?”
“I want you to not worry about me,” Dan reiterated. “I’m game for anything. It turns me on to see you turned on, and the sexiest thing I can imagine is watching you really let go and do whatever you’ve always wanted to do. So…” Dan pushed the sheets down with his feet until they were both flagrantly, gloriously naked in the morning sunlight, “just do it. Whatever you want.”
Phil’s face looked contemplative now. He tilted his head, gazing intently at Dan’s face. “You really mean it.” It wasn’t a question. It was him realizing Dan was serious.
Dan nodded. “I really mean it. Whatever you want. Don’t worry about me. Do what you want and I guarantee I’ll like it, because I’ll love watching you get off.”
Phil’s eyes narrowed as he sent a long, lingering glance down the entire length of Dan’s bare body, then back up to Dan’s eyes. He nodded slowly.
“We’re going to need some breakfast and a shower. Then I want you back in this bed,” Phil said firmly, then glanced uncertainly to gauge Dan’s expression. Dan licked his lips and nodded with a smile.
Phil looked pretty nervous by the time they made it back to the bedroom. They were both wearing pajama bottoms but nothing else. Phil hesitated near the doorway, eyes glancing between Dan and the bed, then down at the floor. Dan realized he’d lost some ground while they were eating and showering.
He stepped close to Phil so that their bare chests just lightly brushed against each other, the glancing touch more exciting than a more overt come-on might have been. He leaned in to kiss Phil, let the kiss grow increasingly heated, let them both begin to press their bodies together, their hands roaming, and then Dan pulled away to whisper in Phil’s ear, “You were going to show me. Right? Please? Whatever you want … I want you to do it. Whatever you want from me … I want you to take it.” He could hear that Phil’s breath had sped up at his words, so he pushed his advantage. He leaned forward to tug on Phil’s earlobe with his teeth and whispered. “Just do it, Phil. I want it. I want you to. Please.”
The fall to the bed knocked the breath out of him, stunning him into silence as he gazed up at Phil still standing beside the bed. Phil had pushed him! Dan lay on the bed and felt a bit of excitement start to build in his stomach. He gazed up at Phil, who gazed down at him. Phil’s face looked a bit like it had when they stepped out onto the stage for their very first TATINOF performance: uncertain, scared, but also determined and really fucking excited.
Dan started to push at the waistband of his pajama bottoms, but Phil said, “Don’t bother. We won’t be getting to that for a while.” He stripped his own pajamas off, and Dan saw that his cock was already half hard. “We’re going to focus on me for a while, since you seem to want that so much.” Phil smiled at him, and it was a lovely smile, a combination of nerves and love and something darker … something Dan hadn’t seen in Phil’s face before. That excited knot in his stomach tightened.
Phil climbed on top of Dan on the bed. Dan’s legs were still hanging off the edge, his feet still on the floor, but Phil just straddled his chest, completely naked, cock bobbing in front of Dan’s face and licked his lips. He took hold of himself and aimed the head of his cock at Dan’s mouth, which Dan opened obediently.
“No,” Phil barked. God, he sounded so different! “Keep your mouth closed.” And then Phil rubbed the head of his cock against Dan’s lips, back and forth a few times, before whispering, “Stick out your tongue.” Dan stuck out his tongue, keeping his lips otherwise closed, and felt the silky tip of Phil’s cock rub against the sensitive skin of his tongue, the taste of Phil’s pre-come hitting his tastebuds. Phil moaned low in his throat, which made Dan moan, too.
“You can put your tongue away for now,” Phil said in what sounded like a perfectly normal voice, but Dan caught the nervous glance he shot toward Dan’s eyes. Dan licked his lips provocatively and then closed his mouth, nodding slightly in case Phil needed encouragement.
“Close your eyes,” Phil said, and Dan obeyed immediately, only to feel the smooth hardness of Phil’s cock rub against his cheek, then his chin, his jaw, all over his face. Not just the head now, but the entire length of Phil’s cock, the occasional tickle of pubic hair, rubbing against his face. “Keep your eyes closed,” he heard, “but open your mouth.” Dan opened his mouth.
Phil eased his cock into Dan’s mouth slowly. Even now he was considerate, of course he was, but this was still the most selfish Dan had ever seen him. He wasn’t doing anything for Dan, just taking his own pleasure, and it was ridiculously hot. “Tongue,” Phil said. “No sucking, just … lick.” Dan did his best. As Phil slowly eased in and out of his mouth, he laved that hard flesh with his tongue, trying to hit all the most sensitive spots, trying to caress Phil with as much of the surface of his tongue as possible. “Oh god,” Phil murmured under his breath. Then his hands came up to softly stroke both sides of Dan’s face as he said, “Open your eyes. Watch my face. And suck me.” He reached up to grasp the headboard for balance and then slowly thrust his cock further into Dan’s mouth, staring down at him to watch.
Without Phil’s hand holding it down, his hard cock wanted to jut straight up, so sucking was really the only way to keep it in Dan’s mouth anyway. He stared up at Phil’s face, those pale eyes wide with pupils gone huge, and sucked as Phil thrust into his mouth, then pulled slowly out again, only to slide back in, over and over. Phil was watching Dan’s lips around his cock, but Dan was watching Phil’s face, just as Phil had told him to do. Phil groaned again. “Jesus. That looks so pretty.” And he reached a finger to touch Dan’s lips where they spread tight around his cock. Phil closed his eyes and his own mouth fell open, his breath fast and harsh. Dan sucked as hard as he could, trying to use his tongue whenever possible, but Phil’s cock was thrusting faster now and it was difficult to use much technique.
Phil’s eyes flew open again and he watched Dan’s face intently for a moment, thrusting a few more times, muttering under his breath, “Suck me. Yeah. Like that. Oh … oh god…” And then Phil’s jaw clenched and suddenly Dan’s mouth was empty as Phil’s hand flew over his cock and come splattered onto Dan’s cheek and parted lips. As Phil’s hand continued to move, Dan felt an additional few drops hit his nose and forehead. Then he felt come hit his chin and begin sliding down the sensitive skin of his throat.
He felt filthy … in the best possible way.
Phil’s hand slowed until he was just sitting there, straddling Dan’s chest, his softening cock in his hand, gazing down at Dan’s face, and he looked almost frightened. Dan needed to salvage this quickly if he didn’t want Phil to devolve into some spiral of guilt and shame. He licked his lips, tasting Phil’s come there, and with a little smile purred, “I like your come on my face.”
A hesitant returning smile quirked Phil’s lips. “Yeah?”
Dan nodded. “And I loved watching you. It was so hot.”
Phil’s cheeks looked a bit pink. “Oh. Um. Good.” He was grinning now, like he couldn’t help it. He started to climb off Dan’s chest, and Dan couldn’t help but reach out a hand to touch Phil’s thigh as it moved.
“We’re not done, are we?” he asked. “Because … you know … that was great … but … isn’t there … I don’t know … anything else you want to do?”
Phil chuckled, and the sound felt warm and dark and deep in Dan’s chest. “We don’t have to do everything all at once, do we?” He pushed at the duvet and encouraged Dan to move up onto the bed so that they lay side-by-side on top of the sheet.
“No,” Dan agreed, feeling a little disappointed. “I just hoped…”
“Okay. Then I want you to use your fingers. Wipe every bit of my come off your face and suck it off your own fingers. Slow.” Phil’s little smile looked more confident again now. “I want to watch you enjoy it.”
Dan bit his lip and closed his eyes for a second. This was turning him on even more than he’d expected … and he’d expected quite a bit. He opened his eyes to watch Phil’s face, stroking a finger along his own cheek and then sliding that finger into his own mouth, sucking slowly, tasting the familiar tang of Phil’s come, enjoying the heat in Phil’s expression as he watched Dan’s lips. Dan threw in a bit of a “Mmmmm” to show his enjoyment, and Phil’s entire expression sharpened. Getting his whole face clean took a little while, but Phil’s eyes never looked away, and Dan made sure to make it clear that he liked it.
When Dan’s face was clean, Phil leaned in to kiss him, slow and languorous. He’d just come, after all, so he wasn’t feeling the urgency that still burned Dan’s body from the inside out. Dan tried to press closer, but Phil pushed him away a bit, chiding him, “Not yet.” Dan shivered, because he heard the promise in those words. Not yet, but soon.
Phil slid his hands along Dan’s arm to his hand, twining their fingers together and then bringing them toward his face. “Sometime,” he hummed contentedly, “I think I’d like to ride you.” He slid one of Dan’s fingers into his mouth and sucked gently. Dan’s cock throbbed at the sensation as if it were imagining itself in that warm mouth. Phil slid the finger out of his mouth and continued, “Not like the other times, before. This time I’ll ride you just how I like. Find just the right angle. Go as slow or as fast as I want.”
“God yes,” Dan breathed as Phil suckled another of his fingers.
“But not this time,” Phil said, and Dan groaned. “This time I think I’ll just play with you until I’m ready to go again.” He sucked another of Dan’s fingers, flicking it with his tongue, and Dan’s hips lifted off the bed without him meaning to do it. “Does that sound okay?”
Dan could still hear just the tiniest hint of uncertainty in Phil’s voice, so he replied quickly, “That sounds fucking fantastic,” and Phil chuckled, sounding more confident again.
Minutes or hours or weeks passed—Dan had no idea because he’d lost all sense of time and space—while Phil conducted the most leisurely and torturous exploration of Dan’s body possible. Always before, Dan had known the touches were for his own pleasure, but now Phil seemed to just be enjoying himself without minding at all that Dan’s cock hadn’t been touched since this all started about a thousand years ago. The closest they’d come had been when Phil had kissed and licked Dan’s belly button and the narrow line of hair beneath, but he’d been careful to avoid touching where Dan most wanted that tongue to stray.
Eventually, when Dan was well past the point of wondering whether it might actually be possible to die of sexual frustration, Phil knelt up and Dan saw that he was slowly wanking himself to hardness again. “Hmmm,” Phil mused, looking down at the cock in his hand, “look at that. I think I might be ready to fuck you now. Would you like that?” Dan opened his mouth to say yes please yes now or I’m going to die, but Phil spoke again before Dan got any words out. “Oh, wait. It doesn’t matter. We’re doing what I want.” Then he grinned, and it was the most evil grin Dan had ever seen on Phil’s face, and it was the best thing he’d ever seen in his life.
“Hands and knees,” Phil commanded, and Dan hurried to comply. Behind him, he felt Phil’s hands stroke his back, his buttocks, his thighs, pushing his legs further apart. He heard the click of the lube bottle cap, and then a cold, wet finger was teasing around the edge of his hole. “I don’t really feel like much foreplay,” Phil said, and Dan almost wept. What the hell had the previous hour or two been then? “I just want to fuck you now. It might take me a while to come a second time, though. I’m sure you won’t mind being patient.” The slick finger slid inside him and Dan thought how humiliating it would be to come from one finger in his ass without a single touch to his cock.
“I’m patient as fuck,” Dan ground out, “as you may have fucking noticed.”
Phil chuckled again. “Oh, this is definitely getting demonetized with all that swearing, Dan.” Dan rolled his eyes, though he knew Phil couldn’t see him. “I bet you’d like me to touch your cock, wouldn’t you?” There was a challenge in his voice.
Dan saw the trick, but he’d started this game. “It doesn’t matter what I want. I want you to do what you want. So what is it you want, Phil?”
A second finger joined the first sliding in and out of him, and Phil replied, “I really want to fuck you. Slow at first, because I like that, feeling every inch of you, how hot you are inside, how tight.” A third finger, and Dan groaned again. When was Phil going to get the hell on with it? “Then we’ll just see where that takes us.” A moment later the crown of Phil’s cock was pressing against Dan’s hole, and as he began a slow slide into Dan’s body, Phil’s hands came to grip Dan’s hips. His fingers gripped hard, harder than he’d done in the past. Dan hoped they would leave marks, so he could look at the bruises and remember this when he showered tomorrow, because this moment was absolute heaven.
Phil had fucked him hundreds of times, but he’d never been this slow about it. Dan wasn’t usually patient enough. He always hurried things along, pushing his hips back to speed up Phil’s thrusting, pulling Phil’s hand around to wrap around his cock; but this time he just let Phil set the pace.
And it was excruciating.
Phil stroked smoothly into Dan’s body and out again, filling him and then withdrawing, glancing against his prostate occasionally as if by accident. And Dan just let him, though his desperation grew with every gliding thrust. It seemed to go on forever. Sweat soaked Dan’s hair, making it stick to his face. He tasted salt on his lips and saw drops of sweat fall off his nose onto the sheets beneath them. He refused to beg, determined to let Phil do this the way he wanted, but he couldn’t contain the desperate grunts and groans issuing from his mouth.
When Phil’s thrusts finally began to speed up, then began ramming into him harder and harder, just the way Dan liked best, he felt the familiar tightening low in his belly, in his balls, and he knew he was going to come even though Phil hadn’t touched his cock at all this whole time.
“Phil,” Dan panted in desperate relief, “Jesus, Phil, I’m about to come…”
And Phil, that fucking asshole—pun definitely intended—abruptly stopped moving. He curled his body so that his chest pressed against Dan’s back, the sweat conducting heat between them like an arc of electricity, the movement pressing Phil’s cock even deeper inside Dan’s body, and they both groaned together.
“You don’t get to come yet,” Phil breathed in Dan’s ear. “This isn’t about you, remember?” Dan felt his balls tighten even more and clenched his eyes shut. Phil being selfish was apparently his new kink. “This is about me,” Phil reminded him in a voice deeper than his usual timbre. “This is about what I want. And what I want is to fuck you, and watch you take it. I want to use you like a fucking sex toy, Dan, and I want to watch your face while I do it … so roll over.”
Dan rolled onto his back faster than should have been humanly possible and thank FUCK Phil pushed back inside him almost immediately. In this position, Phil didn’t hit his prostate as frequently, so Dan’s orgasm receded slightly. But only slightly. He still felt on the knife’s edge. Phil supported himself on his hands so that his face was too far away to kiss, his belly too far away to rub against Dan’s cock, but Dan simply raised his hands above his head and let them lie there on the pillow, showing Phil his utter submission, his complete willingness to experience whatever Phil chose to do to him, and that’s when he saw the expression on Phil’s face twist to something almost like pain as his thrusts grew deeper and harder and faster until—still gazing into that beautifully ecstatic face—Dan suddenly felt orgasm quake through his body like nothing he’d ever felt before, and his hands came up to clutch at Phil’s arms, looking for something to anchor him in this overwhelming sea of sensation. Phil immediately lowered himself onto Dan’s body so that his belly rubbed against Dan’s cock with every thrust, making Dan cry out with the exquisite increase in intensity, and Phil was kissing him as they moaned into each other’s mouths and he felt Phil throbbing inside him, and he knew that Phil was coming too.
He didn’t know how much later—it was possible he’d actually blacked out—Dan found that Phil’s limp, sweaty weight on top of him was getting a bit uncomfortable. For such a skinny guy, he could be remarkably heavy when he was completely relaxed.
Which he obviously was in the aftermath of all that.
Dan shoved at Phil’s shoulder, trying to make the giant lump move, and Phil grumbled drowsily as he slid over to lay by Dan’s side, then cuddled up against him like a friendly puppy. Dan couldn’t help smiling to himself at the sudden transformation. He wrapped his arms around Phil and they just lay there together for long enough that Dan began to wonder if Phil had fallen asleep.
Then he heard Phil say very quietly, “So that was okay?”
Dan actually choked, then coughed, then laughed a little. “Okay?”
Phil leaned away so he could see Dan’s face. “Yeah. I mean, I know I was a little … but you’re not … it seemed like you were okay with it … so … it was okay?”
“You said you like rewards in life, right?”
Phil looked baffled by this apparent abrupt change of subject. “Uh … yeah.”
“I’ll be right back. Stay there.” Dan got up and left the room.
He had a hiding place in the kitchen that Phil didn’t know about. Just an empty space behind the jars of curry, but Phil didn’t know Dan hid stuff there. But that’s where he went now.
A moment later, Dan walked—unashamedly naked and carrying three bags of pink and white mini-marshmallows—back to the bedroom.
“I told you that you can just have the things you want, just because you want them. But if you like rewards, then I will fucking reward the fuck out of you for what you did these past couple hours, because you deserve another fucking BONCA for that!” And he tossed all three bags of marshmallows onto the bed. “If rewarding you means you’ll do it again, I’ll buy you all the marshmallows at the shop. And order more from Tesco online.”
Phil ducked his head, and the blush spread across more of his pale skin than just his face. “So you liked it then.” It wasn’t a question. It was him realizing the truth of it.
“Yes, you complete and utter spoon! If you couldn’t tell that I liked it, then we’re just going to have to do it over and over again until you learn the signs. Like all the moaning. Was that a clue? And what about the explosive orgasm without you ever even touching my fucking cock? Yes, I fucking liked it!”
Phil hid his head in the pillow, leaving Dan uncertain what exactly was going on in that utterly insane, beloved head of his. A silence stretched between them. Finally, growing concerned, Dan crawled back onto the bed and asked tentatively, “Didn’t you like it?”
Like an overly familiar octopus, Phil was suddenly wrapped around Dan, all long limbs and affectionate clinging. “I loved it,” he rumbled in Dan’s ear. “Much better than marshmallows.”
“Wow,” Dan joked. “High praise!” He ran a hand through Phil’s hair, pushing his fringe out of his eyes. “But seriously, you know you can have what you want, right? I want to know what you want, and I want you to have it. I don’t want you to only think about me, okay? Not anymore.” He stopped and considered. “Okay, maybe sometimes it can be all about me, and sometimes it can be all about you … because this was pretty fun … but mostly let’s have it be about both of us, okay?”
Phil nodded, his head rubbing against Dan’s like a weird cranial caress, and Dan wished for the thousandth time that he could actually tweet something real, something completely inappropriate, like the fact that today wikiHow had miraculously improved his sex life.
Summary: Dan wants to have Phil just once.
Rating: Explicit
Word Count: 2777
Tags: Angst with a happy ending, Friends to Lovers, Getting Together, Pining, Unrequited Love, Anal Sex, Slut Phil
Author’s Note: Did I just write two fics in one day? This started out as a companion piece to this morning’s fic, “The Condom Conversation,” but turned way more serious, angsty, and smutty.
Just Once
If Dan hadn’t been so drunk, he never would have gotten up the nerve to kiss Phil, but here they were, grappling desperately in the dimly lit hallway of their flat, panting into each other’s mouths, unbuckling belts and toeing off their shoes as quickly as they could manage.
They’d been at a party celebrating Louise’s latest subscriber milestone, and Dan had been feeling sorry for himself, watching Phil flirt with some guy Dan didn’t even recognize, and he’d drunk probably more than was good for him, but it had loosened his inhibitions enough to lead to this, so he couldn’t be sorry.
“Bedroom,” Phil growled, dropping his coat on the floor and just leaving it there, tearing off his t-shirt and discarding that carelessly as well. Phil’s hair was ruffled and his eyes were dark, pupils dilated to nearly hide the pale irises. Dan swallowed, eyes roaming the bared skin of Phil’s chest and then his luminescent back as he turned to walk away. Dan followed of course.
Phil seemed remarkably steady, steadier than Dan felt, as he stripped off the rest of his clothes in the center of his bedroom. Dan was hurrying to catch up, pulling his t-shirt over his head and hoping that he looked half as good as Phil did standing there waiting for him. Phil was naked now, Dan in nothing but his jeans, and Phil strode forward to reinitiate the kiss, reaching his hands down to help with Dan’s button and zip, then pushing the jeans off Dan’s hips and taking his boxers with them, running his hands along the bared skin of Dan’s butt as he did so. Dan’s skin tingled at the touch, every hair on his body standing at attention, not to mention his cock, which was so hard already that it was aching.
With a bit of awkward maneuvering, Dan got the skinny jeans off and kicked them onto the floor and they were suddenly skin-on-skin, both completely bare and naked to each other’s roaming hands. Phil pressed close and ran his hands down Dan’s back, slowly returning to his ass, which he squeezed gently and then used as leverage to pull Dan’s pelvis closer to his own, causing their cocks to press together and drawing a groan from Dan’s throat.
Phil somehow got Dan onto the bed, his movements deft and sure, practiced, and Dan tried not to think about why Phil was so good at this, about all those times he’d heard moans and cries from this room, all those different people Phil had brought home over the years. He wasn’t thinking about that right now. Right now, he had Phil to himself, probably for the only time, and he wasn’t going to waste it on angsting over the past or future.
“I want you to fuck me,” Dan panted, arching his body up beneath Phil’s to get more contact. “God, please!”
Phil pulled back a bit to look into Dan’s face, looking uncertain. “Are you sure? Because we don’t have to…”
Dan shook his head hard, pressing his hands into Phil’s shoulder blades to pull him closer in desperation. “Please! Don’t make me ask again. Don’t make me beg for it. I want you inside me.” Then their mouths met again and Dan wasn’t sure if it was he or Phil who had initiated the kiss that time. It was wet and hungry, and it seemed like Phil was touching him everywhere, like Phil’s hands were everywhere but where he wanted them most.
Then Phil was leaning away to reach into the bedside table, pulling out lube and condoms, and Dan was drunk enough to say, “We don’t need those. The condoms, I mean. I want to feel you inside me, really feel you, not some bloody latex.”
Phil became completely still at that and looked into Dan’s face again. “We do need them, Dan. I’m always careful, and I’m sure you are too, but I would never risk you like that. Especially not you.” And he pressed his hands to Dan’s cheeks and pressed gentle kisses to his eyelids, his entire tone changing abruptly. “Don’t you know how important you are to me?”
“Not important enough,” Dan muttered, turning his face away.
“What does that mean?” Phil asked, clearly confused, but Dan just shook his head again.
“Never mind. It doesn’t mean anything. I’m just drunk and I’m not thinking clearly and … just forget I said anything. Of course we should use a condom. I’m sorry. I … I just wanted … if it’s only going to be this once … but I’m just … I’m just really drunk and I wasn’t thinking. Pretend I didn’t say it.”
Phil seemed unsure, but Dan stroked his hands down to take the globes of Phil’s ass in his hands and squeezed, thrusting up at the same time, and Phil’s eyes fluttered shut in pleasure.
“Let me stretch you first,” Phil said, and his voice was gentle again, which hurt Dan’s heart. He almost couldn’t deal with Phil being gentle. Was he like this with everyone he fucked? Did his voice always go low and soft like that, like he cared? But he tried to dismiss the thoughts from his mind and just focus on the current moment, on Phil above him, on Phil’s slick fingers stroking along the outer rim of his hole and waiting for him to relax before one slipped inside.
The feeling of someone else there was unfamiliar and a little odd, but this was Phil inside him and Dan couldn’t be anything but glad about that and so he let himself open to the gentle touch. When Phil inserted a second finger, Dan felt no pain but only a slight stretch, and the friction around his sensitive entrance made him close his eyes as he tried not to writhe at the sensation.
Before he knew it, Phil was easily moving three fingers in and out of him, stroking along his inner walls and occasionally brushing against his prostate in a way that felt light years better than when Dan had done it to himself. Dan was grasping at Phil’s back again, feeling the sweat that beaded his skin, hoping that meant Phil was as eager and desperate as he was. “Now,” Dan rasped. “Please.”
Phil’s face filled his vision as he placed a pillow under Dan’s ass and lined himself up, the head of his cock resting an excruciating moment at the rim of Dan’s hole before he slowly slid inside, lifting Dan’s legs a bit to improve the angle. Because of course Phil knew how to do that. No, stop thinking about how Phil knew what to do. Just feel him. Feel Phil inside him, moving slowly now, sliding carefully in and out, but Dan didn’t want him to be careful. Dan wanted him to lose control, to feel as out of control as Dan felt.
Dan began to move his hips in time with Phil’s thrusts, rising to meet him as best he could with how Phil was holding him. Phil’s eyes fluttered closed again and he made a noise low in his throat. Triumph flared in Dan at making Phil look and sound like that. “Yes,” Dan grunted. “Yes, fuck me, just like that. You feel so good inside me.” And Phil’s eyes when they opened looked a little wild, which pushed Dan closer to the edge which had seemed remote only moments ago. Oh god. Phil was going to come inside him. Okay, inside a condom inside him, but still inside him.
Phil’s thrusts increased in speed and force, but he gazed into Dan’s face and his eyes were so beautiful and Dan almost thought he saw love there but tried not to think about it too much. This was probably the only time this would ever happen and he needed to make the most of it. He reached a hand to the back of Phil’s head and pulled him down to ravage his mouth while their bodies continued to move together with greater and greater intensity. Phil’s cock was hitting his prostate with every second or third thrust and Dan was beginning to feel like he couldn’t take much more.
“Are you okay?” Phil whispered to him and Dan nodded quickly, clutching at Phil’s back and responding hoarsely, “Going to come soon…” Phil nodded and angled his thrusts so that he was hitting Dan’s prostate more frequently, causing Dan to throw his head back in pleasure. He groaned aloud, trying not to think of how many times he’d heard noises like this coming from Phil’s room, trying not to think about anything but Phil’s cock inside him and Phil’s lips on his throat, Phil’s tongue on his skin, the whisper of Phil’s breath against his lips when he leaned in for a panting kiss.
And then the waves of pleasure built and crashed and he was coming, unaware of what he was doing with his hands or his voice or his face or anything else, aware only of the ecstasy throbbing through him as he spurted between their bellies and Phil continued to thrust inside him, his thrusts growing erratic but faster until Phil stiffened above him and Dan knew he was coming too. He’d made Phil come. It might be only this one time, but he finally had what he’d wanted for so many years, Phil above him, inside him, loving him with his body if not with his heart. Not the way Dan really wanted, but still in a way that he’d previously only dreamed about.
After a long moment of stillness and tension, Phil’s body seemed to collapse, nearly falling on top of Dan but managing to catch himself at the last minute. He rested on his elbows and pressed soft lips to Dan’s cheeks, and Dan realized there were tears there and cursed himself for unconsciously betraying so much.
“Are you okay?” Phil asked again, his voice still soft and so gentle.
“Yeah,” Dan croaked and then cleared his throat. “That was just … intense.”
Phil huffed out a laugh and said, “You could say that.” And then he was carefully pulling out of Dan’s body and rolling to his side, taking care of the condom before pressing warm and sweat-slick against Dan’s side, stroking a hand down Dan’s chest in a way Dan hated, because he couldn’t help but picture Phil languid like this with a dozen other lovers in a post-sex haze.
“I want to ask you about something,” Phil said hesitantly, his voice quiet in the aftermath of their passion. “About what you said. About not wanting a condom.”
Dan stiffened with tension, remembering how he had wanted to feel Phil’s skin sliding inside him and had let that wanting out in unconsidered words. “I told you to forget I said that,” he ground out nervously.
“I can’t forget it,” Phil apologized quietly. “I mean … you’re always safe, right? You always use condoms? Because … I want you to be safe, Dan. I don’t want anything to happen to you.”
Dan turned his head away. “It’s not an issue,” he said gruffly.
“What do you mean it’s not an issue?” Phil asked in obvious confusion. “Of course it’s an issue. It’s a bloody important issue!”
Dan turned to look at him and had no idea what expression was on his own face when he admitted softly, “The only other person I’ve ever been with hadn’t been with anyone else. So it wasn’t an issue.”
“But…” Phil looked distressed now. “Surely you’ve … I mean … I know you don’t bring people here, but I assumed…”
Dan turned his face away again and said simply, “You assumed wrong.”
Phil didn’t say anything for a long time, but the hand that had been stroking Dan’s chest rose up to run through Dan’s sweat-slicked hair. He was sure it was curling all over the place and looked ridiculous, but he couldn’t bring himself to care. He’d just admitted the truth to Phil, and he had no idea what Phil was thinking now.
“Why?” Phil asked softly. “Obviously, you could have anyone you want. Why haven’t you…”
“Because I couldn’t have the person I wanted,” Dan replied shortly, still facing away.
The silence dragged on painfully long this time. Dan sighed. “Don’t worry. I don’t expect anything from you. I know this was just a one-time thing. And it was good … really good. Wonderful, really. You’re very good at this. I mean … I didn’t mean that to sound like that. But I’m just still kind of drunk and you just pretty much fucked my brains out and I’m not thinking very clearly but we’ll be fine, really, and I really need a shower, so I think I’m just going to go.”
He tried to roll over to get out of the bed, but felt one of his hands grasped by one of Phil’s, staying him. He worked up enough courage to glance over at Phil’s face, which looked unbearably sad. “Why didn’t you ever say anything?” Phil asked softly.
Dan looked away again and took a breath that seemed to rest painfully in his lungs. “Because I knew it wouldn’t matter. I know you don’t do relationships. I see how you are, with all these different guys and girls, but tonight I got to have you for myself, just for once, and that’s enough for me.” That was a lie, but it was a lie that could save the most important relationship in his life. He didn’t want to lose Phil’s friendship over this.
Phil slowly, carefully pulled Dan toward him, wrapping an arm around his body and pressing them together again. Dan’s body was tense, but Phil felt soft against him. “I’ve never really done relationships,” Phil said quietly, and Dan nodded. He knew that. “But … I could … try. With you. If you want.”
Dan looked into Phil’s face and saw uncertainty there, a lack of confidence he wasn’t used to seeing on those beautiful features. Dan frowned. “Why would you do that? That’s not … you. I know that. I’m okay with that. Really.”
Phil held Dan tighter. “Because I love you, you idiot. I always have. But I’m afraid of fucking things up between us. I’m afraid I won’t do this right. You’re the one with the experience at this stuff. Relationship stuff. You’ll have to help me out.” He hesitated. “If you want to, that is.”
Dan realized he’d been holding his breath and let it out in a sudden huff. “Um … not what I was expecting from tonight! And I think I’m still sort of drunk. But … did you just say that you want to try … being in a relationship with me? Like … not bringing people home. Not … not being with other people at all?”
Phil nodded, leaning over to kiss Dan’s cheek delicately. “I love you, Dan. If we can make this work, I don’t want anyone else.”
Dan felt dazed. “Uh … okay. I mean … more than okay! Yes, of course we can try! I love you, too!”
Phil glanced away, looking awkward, and said quietly, “And in a few months I can get tested again, when enough time has passed, and if I’m clean we can do this again … I mean, we can do it again sooner than that, right away if you want … but I mean we could do it … without the condom. I’ve never done that, actually.”
Dan goggled. “You’ve never had sex without a condom?”
Phil looked uncomfortable. “It’s never been anything but casual, so … no. I was always safe. And there was never anyone … like you. But I’d like to be able to have that with you. When we know it’s safe.”
Dan leaned over to place a kiss on Phil’s lips and whispered, “I’d like that, too. Very much.”
Phil smiled, and Dan couldn’t help but lean in for another kiss, this one lingering, saying everything he couldn’t say with words, everything about how much this meant to him and how long he’d waited. And Phil’s kiss seemed to say he was sorry, that he wanted more for their future, that there was more in his heart than Dan knew. When their lips eventually parted, they smiled softly at each other.
“You should drink some water,” Phil said out of nowhere. “It might help with the hangover.”
Dan groaned. “Don’t remind me. But yeah, I should go get some water. And then I really do need a shower.”
“Want some company?” Phil asked hesitantly, clearly trying out this “relationship” stuff and not sure if he was doing it right.
Dan grinned a dimply smile and said, “I’d love some.”
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Title: Hot Baking Twink Jacks Huge Cock
Summary: Halloween Baking heats up (just basically some spontaneous smut)
Word Count: 1.3k
Rating: Explicit
Disclaimer: This is totally not beta’d or edited. I just randomly felt like writing some completely spontaneous smut tonight. This is not the sort of stuff I usually write!
Dan wiped his finger through the remnants of batter that still clung to the sides of the bowl. “You’re going to get salmonella from the raw eggs if you eat that,” Phil warned anxiously.
Dan popped his finger into his mouth and sucked vigorously, moaning while letting his eyes roll back in ecstasy. Sure, the batter tasted good, but the show was primarily for Phil’s benefit.
Phil glanced at the camera, then shoved at Dan’s shoulder in a joking manner. “Now we let the cupcakes bake for 20 minutes at 180° C or 350° F.” Phil glanced at the oven then grimaced. “Um ... after you’ve preheated the oven for about 15 minutes. Our oven does not appear to be turned on.”
Dan gave Phil a wicked look that said he’d noticed Phil’s wording.
“So we’ll preheat the oven, then bake the cupcakes for 20 minutes!” Phil smiled gleefully at the camera. Then he leaned over to turn it off until it was time to remove the cupcakes for the decorating process. “You forgot to preheat the oven?” Phil demanded. “And then you tried to get me all worked up with the finger sucking thing?”
Dan grinned. “I always do the finger sucking thing.”
Phil complained, “And it always gets me worked up!”
“Why do you think I always do it?”
Phil rolled his eyes, but his lips curved in an unwilling little smirk..
Dan slowly sauntered toward Phil until he had him pinned up against the kitchen counter. He ground against him and could feel how hard Phil was. “Want me to take care of that for you?” Phil’s hips bucked against him, and Dan had his answer.
He slowly opened Phil’s jeans and lowered them past his hips so he could get at his cock. Dan licked his lips, aware of Phil watching his face avidly, and said, “I could suck you, just get on my knees here on the kitchen floor, but I really just want to jack you right now, so I can watch your cock, and watch your face, and suck marks on your neck that you’ll have to watch makeup tutorials to learn how to cover up.” He snickered.
Phil grabbed Dan’s hand and wrapped it around his cock. “Okay, come on, then,” he growled, then bit his lip in anticipation. Dan gave him a squeeze and watched Phil’s eyes flutter closed as those pink lips parted in a sigh.
Dan moved his hand quickly at first, as he knew Phil had been expecting, and he felt the tension growing in Phil’s body. This could be over very very quickly if he wanted it to be.
But he didn’t.
So he slowed down once he’d noticed Phil getting close. He changed his grip to make it much looser, because now that he had Phil all worked up he wanted to make this last as long as possible. He loved to make Phil squirm, begging for release, and he knew Phil loved it too, no matter how much he complained.
Dan’s hand moved slow and sure, up and down the length of Phil’s cock, but he didn’t keep to a steady rhythm. Instead, he varied his speed—keeping it mostly slow but occasionally throwing in a few faster strokes just to keep Phil off balance, just to keep him on that edge. It wasn’t long before Phil was groaning and clutching at Dan’s back. “More,” he panted. “Faster.”
But, instead, Dan pulled his hand away entirely. “That oven is probably preheated by now,” Dan said innocently, then went to the sink to wash his hands before carefully placing the cupcake tin into the hot oven. He turned to smile at Phil, who looked utterly disheveled and desperate, his hard cock sticking out of his lowered jeans. “Was there something you wanted?” Dan asked, teasing, as he calmly set the oven timer for 20 minutes.
“Get the fuck back over here!” Phil cursed like he never would on camera.
“Let me wash my hands again first,” Dan insisted, and got his hands all warm and soapy before turning back toward where Phil clung to the counter as if he might otherwise fall down. Dan pushed his wet, soapy hands into Phil’s clothes to grasp Phil’s cock.
“You’re getting my jeans all wet!” Phil protested, but then moaned as Dan’s hand stroked him, now slick with the soapy water. Dan loved the feeling of that hard flesh in his hand, all slippery so that he could feel every inch of Phil more intensely than when they did this dry.
Dan leaned forward to suck one of the promised marks into Phil’s neck, giving the bruised skin a nip before pulling away. Phil sagged helplessly as Dan continued to jack him as slowly as possible.
“Faster,” Phil pleaded. But Dan merely slid his other hand down to fondle Phil’s balls, eliciting a high-pitched wordless begging sound from Phil’s throat. Dan continued stroking him slowly ... so very slowly.
“I want to see if I can make you last until the cupcakes are done,” Dan explained mischievously. “Though that might be difficult if I do this again.” And then he jacked Phil’s cock hard and fast a few times until Phil’s back arched and his head fell back in helpless abandon. Inarticulate noises came from his mouth in a steady stream now, and his hips thrust his cock into Dan’s hand, trying to speed the rapid pace even faster.
But, instead, Dan slowed down again. He’d gotten Phil too worked up and needed to go very slowly indeed for a while in order to give Phil time to calm a bit ... or this would all be finished long before the cupcakes.
Fondling Phil’s balls again with one gentle slick hand and sliding the other up and down his cock with slow, light strokes, Dan leaned over to kiss Phil, who slid his hands up into Dan’s hair to try to pull him closer.
“Shhhh,” Dan reassured him. “There’s no rush. I’ll get you there. Just enjoy the ride. A nice, slow ride.” The words got him a bit more riled up, himself, as he thought about later, after the cupcakes were done and the filming was finished. He could make Phil ride him ... or he could ride Phil ... either one sounded like a fantastic idea right now.
Except that he still had another task right now, and that task was to keep Phil right on the edge of insanity until that kitchen timer went off to tell them the cupcakes were ready. He moved both his hands lightly over Phil’s sensitive skin, beginning to tighten his grip a bit whenever he slid his hand over the head of Phil’s cock. He could smell the cupcakes now, so it couldn’t be too much longer before they were done. He could start really speeding up now.
He picked up the pace and tightened his grip, and Phil let out a loud, “Oh god! Yes!” in response. Dan laughed a bit under his breath, glad that his efforts were appreciated. His hand moved faster and faster, his other hand squeezing and caressing Phil’s balls in the way he knew Phil liked when he was getting close. “Oh! Oh!” Phil panted, arching, and Dan loved it.
Dan’s strokes were tight and fast on Phil’s cock when the kitchen timer went off, and Phil went off with it. He bucked like a wild animal, riding out the intensity of the orgasm Dan had drawn out of him.
After he’d given Phil a minute to calm down, Dan quickly washed and dried his hands so he could pull the cupcake tin out of the oven, not wanting the cupcakes to get burned. He set the tin on the stovetop and then turned back to Phil, who had nearly collapsed against the counter, his front thoroughly soaked with soap, water, and spunk. Dan hadn’t gotten away clean, either.
“Look at this mess,” Phil moaned weakly, looking down at their soaked and spattered clothing. “We can’t film the rest of the video without changing into new clothes!”
“I always knew those kitchen aprons would come in handy,” Dan pointed out pragmatically.
Title: I’m So Fucked
Rating: Explicit
Word Count: 1.2k (oops, it was supposed to be 500)
Summary: Dan uses a dildo
Tags: Sex Toys, um ... anything more would be a spoiler (this one’s got some emotional twists and turns so just hang in there)
Author’s Note: Written for the @phandomficfests “Sex Toys” flash fest. I woke up really early this morning and seem to have spent the entire morning writing!
I’m So Fucked
Dan lay back on his bed, entire body tensed as Phil trailed a hand down his own chest before taking hold of his own cock and giving it a few strokes, closing his eyes and making a “mmmm” sound before opening his eyes again to lock gazes with Dan who still just lay there watching him with mounting desperation.
“Do you want this?” Phil asked, glancing down at his cock, then back at Dan’s face.
“God yes!” Dan groaned.
Phil licked his lips and smiled. “Did you get yourself all ready for me?”
Dan writhed, lifting his hips and pushing a pillow beneath them to put himself at a better angle. “You know I did,” he moaned. “You watched me.”
“Watched you do what?” Phil asked with a smirk. Dan knew he just wanted to hear Dan say the filthy words.
“You watched me fuck myself with my fingers. Watched me get myself all open and slick, ready for your hard cock.” Hearing himself saying the words only made him more wild for Phil to stop this torture and shove into him, make him feel that stretch that was so much better than his own fingers. He arched his neck and closed his eyes, emitting a wordless sound of exquisite need.
And then he felt it, felt Phil’s cock just touch the very rim of his hole, dipping in just the tiniest bit, but then pulling out again … not entirely, still touching, but not inside him like he needed.
“Jesus, Phil! Just fuck me!”
And Phil pushed into him all at once, bracing his hands on either side of Dan’s arms as Dan raised his hands to claw at Phil’s waist as his whole body smasmed in pleasure. God, a sudden push like that would have hurt if Phil hadn’t made him spend so much fucking time getting himself ready, but by the time Phil gave him what he needed he’d been so open that it only felt fantastic.
Phil fucked him hard and fast, now that he’d finally decided to give Dan what he’d been begging for, and Dan arched and cried out beneath him, coming far more quickly than he wanted to. He’d wanted it to last forever, to have Phil inside him for hours, but he just couldn’t hold back after all that teasing, and he felt pulse after pulse of his own release as he spurted between their bellies. It was only moments more before Phil tensed and groaned, and Dan knew with satisfaction that his lover was filling Dan’s ass with his own come.
Breathing heavily, Phil collapsed on top of him, and Dan reveled in the fluids that should have been disgusting: their mutual sweat and his own semen trapped between them. Phil didn’t seem to mind much, either, if the limpness of his muscles was any indication.
After a long moment, Phil rolled off of him and gave him a smile. “Fuck, you’re amazing.”
Dan lay there panting, imagining Phil’s satisfied smile, and then slowly removed the dildo from his body to rest on the hand towel he’d left sitting beside him on the bed for this express purpose. He felt the lube leak from his body just as the contentment leaked from his soul as he lay there, alone, and waited until his breath had returned to normal.
Being in love with your oblivious best friend meant you were thoroughly fucked, but in the worst possible way.
He wiped off the dildo with the hand towel, and cleaned himself up a bit as well, but now came the worst part. He knew he needed to clean the sex toy after each use, but he was always afraid that Phil would catch him in the hallway as he carried the dildo to the bathroom afterward.
He threw on a pair of track bottoms and crept to the door, pressing his ear to it and listening for any sound in the flat. It was late enough that Phil should be asleep, since his nighttime habits were a bit more regular than Dan’s own. Hoping that the coast was clear, Dan turned the doorknob as quietly as possible and opened his bedroom door. He tiptoed toward the bathroom only to hear a voice emerge from Phil’s room.
“You know, if you put a condom on the dildo, then you can just throw it away afterward and you don’t have to clean the toy every time.” He sounded calm and unbothered, as if he hadn’t just humiliated Dan worse than any chav at school had ever done. Dan ran to the bathroom, horrible evidence in hand, and cleaned the offending object as quickly as possible, cleaning himself up a bit more while he was there.
He didn’t bother to try sneaking back to his room, now that he knew he’d been caught. How long had Phil known about this? Jesus Christ. How was he going to look his flatmate in the face again after this? His only consolation was that at least Phil didn’t know what—or who—Dan had been thinking about. Because that would make it ten thousand times worse. If that happened, Dan would probably just have to move out!
As he came down the hallway, Phil’s bedroom door opened and Phil stepped bare-chested into the hall, wearing those horrible, ridiculous emoji pajama bottoms. Those definitely never featured in Dan’s pathetic unrequited fantasies.
Phil looked at the toy in Dan’s hand and tilted his head slightly, then looked up to meet Dan’s eyes.
“I heard you, you know.”
Dan’s stomach roiled and he thought maybe he might throw up. Had Phil only heard groans, or had Dan actually cried out something incriminating?
“You said my name. Well … moaned it.”
Dan closed his eyes in complete mortification, but his eyes flew open again when he heard Phil say, “I’ve got one of those, myself.” Phil was gesturing toward the dildo in Dan’s hand. “Have you ever heard me when I was using it?”
Dan just stared, dazed. “Heard you?” he stammered.
“Yeah,” Phil said, licking his lips, and Dan realized that Phil looked nervous. Why would Phil look nervous? Okay, maybe having a conversation with your platonic flatmate in the hallway while he was holding a dildo might make anyone nervous, but still…
“Yeah,” Phil repeated. “Heard me. Moaning your name.” He smiled hesitantly.
Dan’s jaw dropped and he simply stared. “You … my…”
Phil shrugged awkwardly. “I’m surprised you never caught me. But … you know … maybe neither of us needs one of those.” And he gestured again at the toy in Dan’s hand. He walked forward slowly and then leaned in to press his lips softly to Dan’s. Dan raised a hand to Phil’s head to deepen the kiss, but realized it was the hand still holding the dildo. He tossed it on the floor and sank both hands into Phil’s hair as they kissed and kissed and kissed.
Phil shucked those stupid emoji pajamas and left them lying on the hallway floor as he pulled Dan into his room, and Dan decided that being in love with your flatmate could also meaning being thoroughly fucked in the best possible way.
