stained (phan) || book #1

seven

w// suggestive material

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"W-what?" I choked out.

"You heard me."

"But you're so-" I cut myself off when Dan frowned. "You're just-" he crossed his arms. "It's not an insult! You just wear flower crowns and pink fluffy sweaters- why would you want a piercing? And where?"

"A septum piercing."

"The one that goes in the middle of your nose?" He nodded. I ran a hand through my hair. "Would your parents kill you, me, or both of us for it?"

"Yes."

I huffed. "Let's do it, then. Just tell them that you got it done for yourself though, alright?"

He nodded, and suddenly he was trudging forward and leaning his forehead against my chest, holding my waist. My eyes widened in shock, unable to hug him back. I hadn't been hugged by anybody in forever. Not without stabbing them in the back, at least. And I mean that literally.

But slowly, I raised my arms, wrapping them around his shoulders and hugging him to my chest. He leaned into the touch, resting his cheek against my shirt and letting out a tiny sigh. "Thank you."

I hid a grin. "C'mon, you sap."

We walked outside, heading to the piercing and tattoo shop.

I told the artist what he wanted and Dan sat down, his legs dangling since he was too short for his feet to touch the ground. I watched as the man cleaned off his nose first. He then grabbed the piercing, focusing on Dan's nose.

"This is gonna hurt, okay?" He told Dan. Dan nodded, and suddenly he grabbed my hand.

"I can hold your hand, right? I'm sorry I just get scared-"

"It's fine," I responded honestly. He nodded then stood still, squeezing his eyes shut when the metal pierced through his skin. He squeezed my hand extremely tight, causing me to bite my lip. He tensed up and I watched as blood began to pour from the new cut. The artist cleaned it off.

"All done, just make sure you take some painkillers and wash your nose so it doesn't get infected."

Dan nodded, his eyes watering at the pain. We thanked him and Dan looked at me, still holding the towel to his bloody nose. We drove home and went up to my bedroom. "Phil, you have tattoos."

"And?"

"I wanna see them."

"I'd have to be shirtless, and one of them is on my inner thigh so-"

"I'm okay with that."

My eyes widened. "Let's just go home first."

He nodded tiredly and I drove us back home, bringing him up to my room again. I shut the door behind us, Dan throwing away the tissue once the cut had stopped bleeding. He looked really good with the new piercing, if I must admit.

I stepped back, turning away from him to take off my shirt. I tossed it across the room, turning to him. Dan stepped towards me, mesmerized by the ink on my chest. I had two, one under my neck and one one on my stomach.

He brushed his fingertips along my torso, moving up the middle of my stomach to my chest before planting both palms on my shoulders and leaning towards me. I could feel his hot breath brushing against my lips, and I tensed- and

-then I woke up. I shot up gasping, my elbow hitting the headboard of my bed. I looked around to see no sign of Dan, remembering I had dropped him off at his house after the nose piercing.