Hate Me Closer (Phan)

Chapter Sixty-Four

"How do you want me to prove that, Daniel?" Phil grinned deviously. The world around them was darkening and the woods they stood in was scattered with fresh buds and newly sprouted leaves. It had rained earlier in the day, so everything from the tops of the trees to the very tips of the grass was blanketed in a soft haze of water.

Dan giggled, pressing his lips to the older boy's as they both hummed, pulling their bodies closer together. He took a breath, uttering, "I still have the key to the storage cupboard."

"What time is it?" Phil asked.

"Eight. We have an hour."

"Plenty of time." they agreed, pulling away from each other and walking up the hill to the main school building. They both rushed uncomfortably, almost wishing they had the confidence to duck behind some trees and fuck each other in the open, "Did you last a week and a half without me?" Phil pushed. He grinned as Dan blushed, "That's a no."

"Well, did you?!" Dan defended himself.

"Yes," Phil whispered into his boyfriend's ear. The sixteen-year-old squirmed and looked up with wide eyes, "So tonight will be fun." the blue-eyed boy teased.

A small moan slid from Dan's lips before they wound themselves through the hallways, taking themselves to the Great Hall where they checked it was clear, then scurried themselves hastily through. They giggled, closing the door to the cupboard before the younger boy was pressed against it again.

"Where do you want me, Daniel?" Phil sighed, holding their foreheads together to force the younger boy to stare amorously back into his eyes.

It took Dan a moment to speak before he whispered, "I want you inside me." he squealed when he felt Phil's lips dart to his collar bone. The older boy had learnt over the year what spots make him squirm, what gets him to moan, and how to make him feel so fucking good. Dan knew he'd learnt, too, because he'd be struggling to stand within a minute.

They smiled together and it was as though the entire week faded away before them, peeling away from their lives just like their clothes from their bodies. Dan had no idea why he was gay, or why the boy that was holding him against the wall, with the blue eyes he lost himself in and the pale skin that he'd bruised with his mouth so often, could make him forget the world around him. He wondered what it'd mean to be this in love again, or if it was even possible. He wasn't sure if it was best to convince himself this love wouldn't last and it was instead driven by teenage romance, or if this was true love but at least he had the chance for it once.

He squirmed, feeling Phil's lips gradually fall down until they were at his cock and his tongue ran along the length. His heart turned in his chest as his arms and legs shook against the plaster behind him, begging him to stay upright. They didn't like resting on the floor because it was dusty and dry, "Let me ride you." Dan gasped, taking a fistful of black hair as the older boy continued to tighten his mouth.

Phil nodded, letting his boyfriend go so he could push the chair to the wall. He placed his bare body against the seat until Dan was at his knees with his tongue running up his dick and a devious smile against his cheeks. He pressed his dampened lips down before taking them away again, repeating it until the other sixteen-year-old blurted, "Stop being such a fucking tease!"

Dan giggled, taking his laugh to press his throat down onto his love until the vibrations made the boy beneath his elbows shiver. He pushed his saliva into Phil's skin until he was satisfied and he stood himself back up with knees shielded in dust. The older boy brushed his best friend off and grasped his waist in his hands, letting Dan stand above him until his breathing had settled and he wanted to sit.

"Okay." the younger boy whispered to them both. He let his weight lower him down as Phil guided himself inside the surprisingly timid boy. He gasped slightly, burying his forehead into his lover's shoulder until he could let his weight stand freely, "We should've probably done this one with lube." Dan giggled, letting his body catch up.

"Or maybe it's better because it's at your pace." Phil suggested, carefully watching the boy. He moved his hand between the two of them before he began stroking his boyfriend's cock.

The younger boy nodded, shifting because of Phil's hand, but then he felt the dick inside his body and let out a moan, "True." he agreed, beginning to rock himself back and forth. They continued the slow movements until the older boy began pushing himself up in desperation, urging Dan to move himself quicker until they were both panting and leaving fresh nail marks on each other's shoulders once again.

"I love you," Dan muttered through ragged breaths. They both chuckled before the brown-haired boy made a moan, feeling his lover release inside of his body. It wasn't long before he came as well, holding his bare, sweaty chest to Phil as he embraced his torso, taking in his scent as the room returned around them.

"I got the internship to BBC," Phil sputtered out.

"What?!" the brown-eyed boy grinned, staring directly at his best friend, "Seriously?!"

"I found out this morning. A summer internship and I'll be paid. Hopefully, they'll want me back next year."

Dan was aware he wouldn't be fucked by his boyfriend in a bed again. He'd return to their home without Phil to pack his bags, and then he'd be on his way to America. They'd undoubtedly never sleep in the same bed again, unless they could bundle under the same duvet in their dorm as they were sharing with their friends, after all. It was too much for Daniel, but he wasn't selfish enough to let the tears fall.

He sighed, pulling his body off of Phil's and gathering their clothes together, slowly dressing the older boy until they were resting fully clothed on each other again. Daniel Howell was an orphaned boy, but the worst trait about himself was that he didn't like who he was. He didn't see what Phil liked about him, because someone that perfect should deserve someone who was endlessly happy. If he could be, he would, but he knew he was giving up the sun in hopes of something more.

But after all, Philip Lester was just the boy's teenage lover. Those relationships don't last, of course. Those that do are the stuff out of fairytales, but Dan didn't deserve one of those. His boyfriend would be better off without the younger boy; he hoped, at least, because that was the way it was going to be.