Graves, that has an old old habit of picking up girls from bars, taking them to a hotel nearby and fucking till sunrise before abandoning the wreckage with a charming smile and a "That was great, sweets", leaving no trace behind him.
Any girl he might have banged that tried to reach him? Found out he is non-existent other then the memory of his hands on skin. No profiles anywhere, no-one remembers him and the charming words don't fit in anyone else's mouth just as well.
No connection is the best kind of connection a man of his status can build. He doesn't really feel guilty, no, they were blessed by his magic wielding dick after all. He might have some superiority complex, yeah, but that's not the point.
The point is, picking up ladies is no problem for a man with an equally skilled silver tongue. A small compliment, a little laugh and a long enough southern drawl makes him sound almost exotic anywhere else he goes.
What also is exotic anywhere he goes are women he has an uncanny feeling of meeting already.
They look awfully similar to eachother, but always a different name and no memory of him.
Whatever, must be the alcohol pushing his type onto the appearance of other women.
What's great about it is that the vaguely familiar women always feel the best. The most delightful cunt and prettiest sounds.
Not that it matters in the big picture. His routine is to work, drink, fuck and kill. Maybe squeeze a small party here and there when the team deserves it.
And the clock ticked the fuck hour, so he's sitting at a bar in yet another city, indulging in some alcohol and the sight of sweethearts in the dim light.
"You don't look like a local." A female voice draws him out of his thoughts, making him glance to the side where you slid over to him, settling on the empty stool.
Wonderful, less work for him. "Haha... is it that obvious?" He smiles, before glancing down at the glass being pressed into his hand.
A fresh whiskey on the rocks.
"It was watered down." You nod at the barely touched glass in front of him, the ice long mixed with the alcohol.
You've been watching him, hm? That's fun.
"I haven't been offered a drink from anyone yet." He chuckles, looking into the glass. Just a habit of checking for any visible drug.
Its funny, in retrospect, who would drug a man that's willing to get into anyone's pants for a quick fuck?
"I can't say I'm not positively surprised tho." He muses before taking a swig, not too large, just enough to get the taste and burning feeling.
"Where are you from?" Your voice feels awfully appealing to his ears right now.
"From 'round the world." He chuckles, looking over your posture. A leg over the other and a straight back. Not drunk, he notes.
And a smile from you pulled him in, just a little more. The alcohol must have hit because you look similar as well. Beautiful magnifying eyes, that he would swear he'd seen around-
"You must work a travel-friendly job, hm?" The words pull him out of thought.
"You could say that." He'll indulge your questionnaire. It's almost a script he follows,
Small chit chat,
"Let me guess, do you.... air travel? Are you a pilot?"
Some useless questions he wouldn't normally entertain,
"Keep on guessing."
"Okay... A journalist?"
"I wish."
"Alright... maybe..."
Then he moves onto complimenting,
"...maybe you're a surfer? Or you do some sport?"
"Eh, not exactly. I don't do sports." Other then killing, but that's not that much of a sport.
"Oh wow, you have me in a pickle."
"Don't worry, sweetheart, my job isn't that interesting. You look like you work somewhere appealing. I can swear I've seen you somewhere? Are you a model? Actress?"
You laugh so sweetly too.
"You flatter me. No, no, I'm nothing of that sorts." You hold your hand out and he takes it, brushing his lips over your knuckles.
"Phillip." He quickly introduces himself, rubbing his thumb over your knuckles.
"Apate." As many names around the world he heard, Apate was never one of them.
"Unique, what's the origin?" He smiles.
"Ah, just Greek mythology I believe."
And then finally he goes for the win.
But this time he got surprised with you tugging on his hand, initiating the leave.
He laughed softly, placed a pair of $20s on the bar before following you right out.
The alcohol must have been stronger then usual, because he couldn't remember how he found himself in a bed, with your hips straddling his, skillfully moving them up and down.
The night was nothing more then snippets of you absolutely obliterating him.
"Come on Commander, be a man, stop whining." Your voice would cut through the loud ringing in his ears.
He didn't tell you what he does for work.
"Jeez, you're so pliant after comming," you muse out, hips connecting back with his. His mind feels mushy.
"Fuck-" he groans, hands holding onto your hips as his thumb rubs into your skin.
The scar.
That fucking scar.
The scar he himself left. It's a specific one.
Raw and still fresh.
"Fuck..." he repeats, eyes awfully heavy.
"You won't remember me the next time either." Your voice rings out.
And the film cuts.
The next morning he wakes up with a scorching head ache and blood dripping down his nose.
He was fucking (sleeping with) the enemy the whole time.
Listen guys, I am not the best at writing smut. (Could be because I am ace, and for a funny reason I am more comfortable with fantasy than the real deal. And the Bad Batch falls into that category... or clones in general.) But I try from time to time. And also I drabble down a lot on my notes on my phone, as I am often at work and not near my laptop. And I thought to share something. Very self indulged, hope I managed to censore the name I used everywhere.
It is below the cut. No tags, who sees it, sees it. And I am open for tips on how to write such things.
Summary: All Wally wants to do is to enjoy his time with his handsome boyfriend Nightwing. However, he can't stand his dark sunglasses and truly wants to know who he truly is because he is dying to know what color his eyes were. Will he finally tell him?
Disclaimer: I do not own anything from the DC or the YJ universe!!! Just the plot lol.
AN: I am back with another Birdlfash fic!! Gosh, I just fucking love these two togetherrrrrrr and I hope that you guys will enjoy this little beauty. Sadly it is not smutyyyyy but there is somewhat sexual content in here lol.
Wally West has no idea if heaven is even real but hey, he lives in a world with superheroes and he’s one of them, so anything is possible at this point these days. Right now, at this moment, this feels like he’s in heaven. “Fuck,” he muttered through grounded teeth, throwing his head back and closed his green eyes and used a hand to grab a fist full of dark hair that was between his legs. “Babe. Shit.”
He heard a low chuckle that he knows all too well and had opened one eye to see his raven-haired boyfriend stroking his member with a hand as he smirked up at the older speedster above him. “Enjoying this?” he asked him, using another hand to push up his dark sunglasses that he would always wear whenever he’s not in his Nightwing uniform.
Wally bit his lower lip so he could focus the warm touch that was on him, frowning when he had looked down at the younger hero’s face or what he could see because of his stupid sunglasses. He sighed. “I would be enjoying it a lot more if I could see your eyes, Nightwing,” he said with a sigh.
He watched Nightwing move away from his legs and knew that the moment between them had ended because of what he had said. The two heroes were silent as he had put himself back into his boxers and jeans that he was wearing, watching Nightwing walking over to sit in his desk chair with a deep frown on his face. “Wing…” he started, running a hand through his short red hair.
“You know why I can’t tell you.”
Wally rolled his forest orbs with a snort and leaned back on his bed until his back touched the headboard. “Yea. I know. It’s because of Batman and his stupid rules. I just thought… that since…never mind. Forget it.”
Neither of them said anything after a while and Wally watched the younger hero fiddling over his computer that was attached to his watch and Wally sighed. “I’m sorry for ruining things.”
Nightwing turned Wally’s desk chair around to stare at his older boyfriend as he folded his arms over his chest. “You didn’t. You have no idea how much I want to tell you about me,” he said with a quiet sigh, threading his fingers through his short black hair.
“Can’t you just simply ask him if it is okay? I mean, I told you since the first day The Team was formed,” Wally reminded him in a matter-of-fact tone, shaking his head as he leaned off the headboard and crawled over to the edge of the bed. “I just…” he blushed before continuing. “I just want to see what’s behind those dark sunglasses, especially if things were to get heated again.”
The younger man that was across from the speedster cleared his throat and shifted in his seat nervously and rubbed the back of his neck. “I know Wally. It’s just…” Nightwing paused as he tried to think of a way to explain the situation. “It’s complicated with him. Even if I do try and talk to him it’s still going to be a no.”
Wally studied him for a moment, trying to decide if he truly believes in what he was saying to him. Wally truly understands that the Dark Knight has strict rules when it’s about revealing their secret identity. Heck, he remembers asking his uncle if he knew who Batman truly was and even he didn’t know. He could understand the hesitation of revealing it to him. It makes him slightly wonder if there’s more to it than just the rule that Batman had created.
“There isn’t something else is there? Perhaps another reason as to why I haven’t seen your eyes yet?” The speedster asked slowly, watching his boyfriend’s shoulders tensed up at the question. “There is… isn’t there?”
“If people find out who we are… our enemies can use that against the people that we tell.” Nightwing told him, knowing that it was half the truth in his words. He truly wishes that Wally would drop it and they could go back to what they were doing before. However, he knows how persistent his boyfriend can be at times and he also know that he won’t drop it unless he gets a real answer.
Wally leaned forward on the bed and stared at the younger hero, wishing that he could see what kind of facial expression he was making. He honestly wonders if his eyes were blue, or green or heck hazel. “I understand that babe,” he told him. “But I believe that there’s more to it than that. Am I right?” he asked, hiking a brow at him.
Nightwing didn’t answer him right away and Wally knew that he was right after all. Wally nibbled at his lower lip, trying to think of a way to break the awkward silence that had followed between them. “At least tell me that you’re not a serial killer,” he says in a joking manner and his upper lip curled up when his boyfriend scoffed at him. “That’s not really an answer. I gotta know what I’m dealing with here.”
“No, Wally. I am definitely not a serial killer,” Nightwing told him with a shake of his head. “It’s just…” There was a pause. “I don’t want you to think differently about me if you were to discover my identity,” he said to him honestly as he took a deep breath.
Wally stared at him with wide eyes and got up from his bed to kneel in front of Nightwing. He used his thumb to lift his chin and even though he was wearing sunglasses, he knew that he was staring directly into his green eyes. “Even if you are a serial killer. It wouldn’t change the way that I feel about you, Nightwing. You can trust me. I know that I am an annoying speedster who likes to eat a lot and don’t know when to shut my mouth at times, but I do know on how to shut the fuck up when I need to. Just tell Batman that okay? Maybe then he can finally let you tell me because I am so dying to know what color your eyes are,” he leaned in to give Nightwing a chaste kiss on his lips. “I love you. So damn much.”
Wally knows that it was rare for Nightwing to cry and when he saw a train of tears flowing from his sunglasses, he gently wipes them off with his fingers. “I love you too, Wally and…” Wally froze when he watched Nightwing reached up with shaky fingers to slowly take off his sunglasses. “And I want—”
Wally reached up with his hands to stop Nightwing from removing them. “Babe, I don’t want you to get into trouble. If he finds out…”
“Didn’t you just tell me a moment ago that you know when to shut the fuck up when you need to?”
Wally pressed his lips together in a thin line and rolled his eyes at him. “Yes. But we both know how Batman is. He’s gonna know that you—”
A pair of lips made Wally stop talking and he had moaned when Nightwing’s teeth had bit his lower lip to open it so his tongue to slip inside his mouth. Wally placed a hand onto his chest to gently push him away and licked his lips. “Are you absolutely sure you want to go against Batman’s orders?” he asked breathlessly, gulping when he saw Nightwing’s hands reached up to touch the handles of his sunglasses. “Wing.”
Neither of them said anything to each other as Nightwing slowly took off his dark sunglasses and Wally squinted his eyes as he tried to figure out why his eyes were close and why the heck he had looked so familiar even though he has not seen his eyes yet. “You can back out anytime. I won’t be mad,” he promised him in a reassuringly way.
“No. I want to do this. Just…don’t freak out, okay?”
Wally cocked his head to the side in confusion by his comment and was about ask him what he had meant by that, but his question was caught in throat when Nightwing had finally open his eyes and Wally’s whole body froze when he did.
Blue. His eyes were blue.
It was so blue, Wally thought he was staring into an ocean and the more he stared into them deeply he was finding himself lost in them and honestly, he wouldn’t mind being lost in them and the more he had studied his boyfriend’s face the more he realized as to why he had looked so familiar to him. He had to blink several times in order to make sure his eyes weren’t playing tricks on him and even rubbed them just in case.
“R-Richard Grayson? You’re—You’re—"
“Actually… I prefer to be called Dick Grayson,” Dick corrected, clearing his throat as he rubbed the back of his neck nervously. He sat still in the desk chair when Wally continued to stare at him in shock. “Wally—” he started, trying to come up a way to make this whole Secret Identity Reveal less awkward.
“It makes sense,” Wally interrupted him, eyeing him up and down. “As to why the Dark Knight was so harsh on the whole ID thing…which means,” his mouth fell open as the pieces fell into place the more he had thought he had thought about it. “No way…”
Dick Grayson knew what his older boyfriend was smart and that he had figured out the reason by himself but waited until he had said the words before saying anything else. He sucked in a deep breath when wide green eyes met his blue ones and knew what was coming next when he had opened his mouth again.
“Bruce Wayne is Batman.”
Wally watched Dick nod at him slightly and Wally’s mouth made a O shape in shock and Dick sucked in another deep breath as he waits for him to speak again. “You really have pretty eyes, Dick.”
Dick blinked several times as he processed as to what the redheaded speedster just said. He was confused about his statement. Shouldn’t he be more concerned about more important matter at hand? “Is that the only thing that matters right now?” he asked, hiking up a brow at him.
Wally scratched the top of his head as he shrugged his shoulders. “I mean did you want me to freak out over the fact that the billionaire is freaking Batman and that you’re Nightwing?” he asked him, cocking his head to the side when Dick’s shoulders stiffen. The speedster shook his head. “Because I don’t care about that kind of stuff. You know me better than that.” Wally walked closer to where Dick was at his desk and leaned in closer to him when he had brought his face closer to his. “You could be a stripper and I would still love you.”
Dick rolled his sapphire eyes at him. “You’re such a—"
“Sap?” Wally suggested, wiggling his eyebrows when the raven-haired hero snorted at him. He cleared his throat and leaned in to brush his nose against his boyfriend. “I’m being for real though. I would still love you. No matter what, babe.”
“I know,” Dick said with a huge blush on his face. “And I also love you too. Thank you for accepting me.”
“I will always accept you. Don’t forget that. Ever.”
Okay, hi. Hello. So this is awkward. Or, I don’t know if it is, really. But I've almost just confessed online that I’m bi? Or bi curious … Or at least that I miss being with a girl. Sexually. I want to write “assault”. That’s not true. Be assaulted by a girl, perhaps? Oh, I don’t know. I wouldn’t say.
She'd be hot, though. Plush ... Can a person be that? A woman?
Soft, roundish ... A bit larger than me, maybe slightly taller ... Slightly shorter, about the same height, really. It doesn't matter.
She knows what she likes. I know what I like. And I feel myself, feeling her.
It was an intense feeling. Intense sensation. Mind expanding. My physical body, expanding, becoming two. Two becoming one. Merging. Something new, emerging. In my brain. A tumor. A sexual tumor, can you see that? Imagine that?
It stuck there. I haven't thought of it, intensely, for ages. Ages being ten years. Ten years. Ten years since … That wondrous experience. I’ve been seeking it ever since, unfolding, expanding, broadening … Experimenting. But I’ve only come close, yet not close enough. I’ve been too … Addicted. Attached. To another dream, another idea … It didn’t hold up well. I should’ve taken what I longed for, desired, what would have given me something new, something … Lifeblood. Essence.
A piece of myself back, a piece of longing. What happened instead was the fruition of a venomous longing. One that broke me down, shattered me for days. Bruised me all over, and despite all that, I was alone. I was solely alone. By myself, but my head was full. It was so full and empty all at once. Static noise. Insufferable pain and heartache.
I should’ve just … Fucked it up. Given it less thought. Gone with her. For her. For me. For us.
The desire had been there all along. For years. Almost three years. We were so close. I got the invitation. I should’ve gone after it, gone for it … Not away from it. I felt so lost. I was so lost.
17:15
My time has gone, my time is up.
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I have taken up freewriting in sessions of 10-minute bursts. Once the 10 minutes are done, I will either go back and edit, or continue on another route depending on my flow of inspiration. If I happen to find it sharable, well, I will. Like this one. That said, I won’t be sharing every one. Hence why it starts at no.3.
I hope you enjoy reading these scattered thoughts of a young woman.
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So this is just a little thing (based on a bigger thing) that I made for a friend for her birthday. Nothing too bad so there’s not drop thing, but still enough to get her fangirl blood warm heh heh
Happy Birthday Boo! I’m sorry I didn’t get this done in time but I hope you like it! You’re such a good friend to me and I wouldn’t have been able to finish this without thinking of your excitement, feeling so relived from your understanding near the end, and seeing your reaction. Love you @boocup~ I hope this tagged or mentions you properly cause I’ll be pretty mad if I mess it up lol.
PLEASE DON’T REPOST THIS WITHOUT MY PERMISSION OR AT LEAST PUT A LINK TO THIS BLOG OR I WILL FIND YOU. And if I made any grammar or spelling mistakes I’m sorry. I’m learning to write better so bare with me.
The walls of the master bedroom, located on the second floor of the spacious family sized home, was painted a light and refreshing shade of pastel green, covering every corner of the room from the bottom white molding to the ceiling. At this late hour of the night, it looked soft and gentle touch in the darkness. Furniture and material items were scattered on the stained wood floor; an overstuffed dresser against one wall, a bookcase crammed with reading materials and nick-nacks stood against another, clothes scattered on the floor in a small pile, recent tossed in close proximity to the large bed on a pale brown and cream-colored rug on another. And framing them were white painted windows that looked out beyond at the world, each one like a picture.
Past the deathly still curtains and a few books, papers, and potted plants that sat on the different ledges, was the endless night sky and the world as the men who lived in the home knew it. The different views from the bedroom consisted of the other houses, the edge of trees from a nearby forest, and the distant lights of a city far beyond the roofs and treetops. Up above the earth and the world of the living, the stars twinkled in a rainbow of colors next to the other celestial bodies of the planets, some in blues and reds, some in solid shades of white, and some no more than pinpricks holes in a deep blue and black blanket. Like gems from the bottom of the sea, their light grew and shrank as they seemingly danced, but never flickered out. Some shined brighter than others, but they were all equally beautiful in the glorious night sky.
And like how people gaze and watch them, come of the scattered nocturnal lights watched the two lovers; peeking through the cream curtains with eternal eyes from their places so high above. They watched the two men lovers caught in a moment of passion so strong and sweet, even the gods of old could marvel and wonder if was real, how one could love another with so much truth in their hearts.
Both of the men in the room of springtime leaves had blonde hair of slightly different shades and styles. One was a paler wheat color with a slight wave to his locks, while the other had more golden sun kissed hair, falling straighter in comparison. Both sporting hair that seemed to either curl like a witling flower or stand up like a cowlick, which only added to their appeal.
Physical, their arms and long legs were thick with just the right amount of muscles to convey strength and beauty while their stomachs and lower torso could have been inspired from the abdominal muscles of classical marble statues. And finally, between their nicely toned thighs (one set being bigger than the other wink) was their members. Both were easily eye catching, but not only for their girth and length, which they could both be considered above average, but for how they can blow past all other men when they used it. They knew how to make people say the most sensual and gratifying noises using their one of a kind bodies. And when they knew the all the things that turned a person on, they’d give them one hell of a ride. One they won’t forget.
But with two bed breakers in one room, it’d be understandable to image what they can when combining their abilities in…those matters. But tonight, the men claimed these precious moments for a sweet fluttering experiment rather than heart racing ones. A drizzle of rain before the heavy thumping of the storm is always appreciated after all.
They were both utterly naked on the bed together, their bodies pressed in a loving embrace as they gave small kisses to each other’s cheeks and more passionate ones on their lips. The only evidence that there was anyone there in the dark room was their soft, but deep breaths and the rustle of the blue sheets. The man on top, Matthew, whose wavy hair framed his astonishing amethyst purple eyes, held one Alfred’s hands, whose own eyes were as clear and blue as a summer sky. Both men had pale complexions and normally wore matching square glasses. They also had similar looking faces and contrasted personalities. Matthew was the quiet but kind type and more likely to be worry or concerned over something small, while the latter was loud and cheerful, with a smile that could melt anyone’s heart. Even witch such varying personalities, they didn’t repel each other like magnets.
They were like the old saying, that opposites attract, like no other two forces in this world. This force both strong as steel and sweet as sugar water. That’s how to describe them and their connection.
Looking closely at them, at the breathless and curious scene of the two utterly smitten lovers in bed, it can make the mind wander with images that invoke familiarity. Some might think, in the wildest and freest of ways, that the two powerful men with bodies so beautifully craved like great Greek and Roman statues, could be imagined as great warriors, caught in a moment of passion after a long and hard-fought battle. Leaders of opposite armies who have come together for a night of long, sweet passion., built from the newly bloomed love.
Laying there, with their hands clasped tightly together and their mouths captured in never-ending kisses, their hearts beating like drums to a great, booming song. Harder and faster the rhythm went, shaking their chests with dizzying breathes. When they first ever kissed and took their feelings to the next level the beating was irregular and hardly coordinated. But slowly, as time when on, it became a strong bass duo, their minds communicated through their eyes, with growing pupils like eclipsed suns, and their hearts knew how to follow. And even with their eyes closed, they knew the song by heart.
But, while they wanted this night to be calm and romantic…it wasn’t enough. The time they’ve spent together, about a few hours as of this moment, had barely satisfied the fiery desire that lingered deep in their muscles and veins. The eternal whispers of urging sung deep in their bones; tempting them to swiftly take the other in shared mutual passion.
Laying on the bed together like this, their legs touching each other’s skin on the soft sheets, the beasts of their nature slowly shifted from their slumber once again in the warm darkness of their bodies, sending shivers under their pale skin in anticipation of what awaits in the reminder of the night.
Alfred placed a hand on Matthew’s bare chest and gently nudged him back with his palm, looking up with red kissed lips that were tilted to a smile. It made little wrinkles form in the corners of his eyes, causing Matthew to smile back in response to his sweetheart. He was a sucker for Alfred’s smiles, especially when it was in a peaceful and tender moment like this.
Their heavy breaths mixed and made each other drowsy from their natural scents, warm and damp on their cheeks and lips in the nearness. They panted as if they’ve just run a thousand miles for this embrace and not from the heated kiss. Matthew’s hand released Alfred’s and touched the smooth, heated skin on his thigh, trailing his thin fingers till his sexy cheerful lover gasped from the sensitivity as he reached between his legs.
His smile changed into a smirk the moment his thumb touched the tip of Alfred. “I get to lead the dance this time you know. So, don’t even think about trying to switch on me, or else I’ll make the walls shake~” He said, and Alfred saw the glint in his eyes change like a shadow, a not so visible sign that Matthew’s beast had awaken, and that it was hungry for him.
That's all Phil thought it was as he sat in the middle of his geometry class, twirling his pencil through his icicle, white fingers as he rested his cheek against his fist, doodling on the worksheet they were supposed to be filling out.
Wandering pacific blue eyes meet the brown of his friend, none other than Daniel Howell. His friend.
That's all they'd ever be, Phil knew, as his stomach juggled all of the knives and torches in his stomach, setting him ablaze with sadness and anger. Swallowing the swelling lump in his throat, Phil looks away from his friend's smile and doodles again on his worksheet. He makes point of not looking at Dan for the rest of the day.
*~*
Even as he was sitting across the room, Dan knew something was wrong when Phil refused to meet his eyes after that one click of brown on blue.
When the bell sang above the class, the teacher called out the rest of the lesson quickly, even as students were standing and juggling binders and notebooks under their arms to exit. The balding man called after Dan a few moments later, as he stood to leave, "Mr. Howell, I'd like to talk to you about your latest exam..?"
Glancing toward the door helplessly, he knew Phil was already gone.
*~*
Phil raced out of the room in relief of hearing the obstacle between him and Dan. Quickly, he scrambled down to the library, to a table in the middle of a bunch of book carousels and shelves, complete seclusion.
Sighing in relief, Phil leaned back in the stiff-cushioned chair. Pulling out a notebook, he became immersed in drawing and answering homework tables, when a shadow spilled over his vision, darkening the once sharp white of the paper poised under his fingers.
Phil didn't look up, instead continuing to doodle a lion, even as Dan sat down across from him, pulling out his own books and starting his work. After a moment of silence, he speaks up, "So, you okay?"
Averting his eyes of Dan's, he states brightly, "Yeah, I'm just bored." Refusing to meet Dan's eyes, he hunched over his work, doing another problem, and completely ignoring his best friend all together.
*~*
Trying to exclude the hurt from his feelings, Dan hatched a plan to trigger the issue into the open.
"So, you're still coming to shoot the video, right?" he asks as they're packing their bags to head off to next class. Phil glanced up at him, raising an eyebrow as if saying why wouldn't I?
Then, they split off to their separate classes, Phil still heavy on Dan's mind.
Little did he know, Phil was dealing this situation also, in reverse.
*~*
They walked to Dan's house, ranting about how much the people in their classes sucked, which lightened the tension in the air between them, but Phil knew Dan was still brewing with questions.
Fending off anything related to Phil's unrequited feelings, the boys entered Dan's home, waving to the Howell family as they bound up the stairs to Dan's room, where a tripod was already set up.
"So, I was thinking we could just do a Q&A-slash-truth/or/dare, because I'm super lazy, but the fans are stewing for a new video," the brunette boy explained as he bent over to adjust the height of the tripod; Phil tried not to stare as Dan's trousers slid down his behind to reveal the point just past the waistband of his navy boxers.
Gulping a lump thick in his throat, Phil replied, "Sure."
*~*
Dan could feel Phil's eyes burning holes into his back, and a warm feeling spread through his stomach as he finished adjusting the tripod and the camera angle, so it faced his bed. Plopping down on the plush mattress, both boys situated themselves as Dan pressed record and the video began, red light blinking.
Tossing his fringe out of his eyes, Dan began, "Hey guys, so today we're..."
And that's how it started.
They battled questions with laughter, from birthdays to past relationships, to most embarrassing moments with a few requests of gay chicken, which they left unannounced, politely skipping and moving on.
Dan glanced up to see Phil scrolling through Dan's Twitterfeed, poised on one request that seemed to be repetitive on the screen. There was an embarrassed flush to his cheeks, which made Dan's stomach flip, as he reached over and plucked the phone from his friend's hand.
I dare you and Phil to kiss.
Kiss! Kiss! Kiss!
Dare; Kiss Phil.
Three tweets beamed at him, others similar below it.
They'd gotten requests for kisses before, but this time it just seemed different, most of the time, Phil pushed it aside, whipping his ebony fringe out of his face and continuing on without a bat of an eyelash.
But now, there was a foreign flush to his cheeks, and Dan felt a new bubbling simmering in his stomach as he braced a quick glance at the camera before getting on his knees and crawling toward Phil, whose ice eyes were wide.
Plopping down next to the older boy, Dan's fingers braced against Phil's warm cheek, before reaching up to press their lips together.
*~*
Dan's lips were warm, and a scalding, tingly feeling filled Phil's body as Dan's arms wrapped around his neck and he shifted closer, their noses bumping and eyelashes fluttering.
Phil thought the kiss would only last seconds, but Dan seemed to get more confident as he straddled the dark haired boy's lap, deepening the kiss.
After getting out of his paralyzed coma, Phil's arms gripped Dan's hips as he cautiously bit Dan's lower lip. Surprising both of them, Dan groaned, hands wandering along Phil's chest as he reached a pliant leg over and slammed the record button on his camera, and settled in on Phil's lap.
Lips retreating down to Dan's neck, Phil tasted the sweet skin, gently poking Dan's pulse point. Moaning loud, Dan fisted the collar of Phil's shirt as he pulled them both up on his bed.
Suddenly, Phil paused as he straddled Dan, eyes wide, "Wait, what are we doing?" His voice sounded both dreamy and worried, and the first adjective Dan thought was hot. He never thought of Phil like this, that is, until their lips sealed together. Now all he wanted was Phil to be his.
Wordlessly, Dan sat up, Phil still in his lap, and pressed their lips back together. Flopping back on the bed, Dan stripped Phil of his shirt and kissed all over his chest, when he muttered, "I love you."
*~*
Dan felt Phil's smile, as he slowly lifted his face to stare into Phil's eyes, as the dark-haired lad said the words Dan never thought he would be so giddy about with his best friend, in such an intimate position, "I love you, too."
And with that, their lips crashed together, sealing their relationship.
A/N: Cute fluffy shit. Don't ask; I was just writing ;) Own nothing, all the other stuffz. c:
Gale was wandering around the Capitol, trying to get out from his Award's Ceremony at the Justice Building. When he escaped the harsh weather of summer in the Capitol, who does he find? One-shot. (Title and idea is from The Girl Who Survived by Ilovegoodstories8888)
