*there was a fic i was reading and it was really, really great and i can't seem to find the one shot it was in. if you recognize the fic from this story please tell me the writer so i can credit them for the first half. enjoy:) *
phil was on holiday or out for a weekend and dan decided to pleasure himself because he hadn't in a while.
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phils pov:
Holiday was amazing. Its been ages since I've seen my family and thankfully they were all fine. I was planning on coming home later but martyn got sun stroke and I decided it would just be best to leave then. It wasn't that big of a deal, I was leaving 4 days after the fact so its fine. The flight back was dreadful. I usually fly with dan and he knows exactly how much I hate flying. It gives me so much anxiety and he always calms me down. He's so fucking sweet and calming and he's just the most important person in my life. He's your best friend. And you love him. A lot.
The airport was so jam packed and I hate huge crowds of people so this made me feel very uneasy. I could of just called Dan, but this was a surprise kinda. Dan really hated being alone and I felt so bad leaving him. He often slept with me on most nights. Not in an intimate way, just in a way where he's lonely and feels empty and wants to be loved? 'You love him'
"Dammit," I said trying to unlock the flat and carry all my luggage at the same time. I eventually got the door opened and threw my all my stuff next to the coffee table. "Dan?" I walked through the flat calling his name knowing he couldn't possibly be asleep by now. He usually is up on his laptop till 3 am so this is unfamiliar. "Hey, Da-" right in front of me, wow. Dan, fuck. He looked gorgeous. He was sleeping on top of most of his bed sheets completely flushed pink. His naked body glowed with sweat and his curled hair stuck to his forehead, his cheeks bright red. His cock, pale. On the bed was a small bottle of lube and a plane black vibrater next to his ass, which was red and his asshole, pink and swollen.
"Ah." I let out a sigh of relief, admiring the beautiful boy in front of me. 'Phil you can't think like that, god'
But that's all I wanted to think about. His delicate body. His long eyelashes, his dimples his light breathing, everything. I closed his door, quietly, not wanting to wake him. I walked to my room, taking off all of my clothes except for my boxers and sat on my bed and thought. 'Phil, you're such a twat' I put my hand down the front of my boxers and slowly pumped my cock, thinking.
Thinking of what it would feel like if they were Dans hands and not his. What it would feel like if Dans pretty mouth were wrapped around me. What it would feel like to here him moan and pant and grunt. What it would sound like to hear his heavy breathing, to feel his hot breath on my neck, his soft fingers feathering across my body.
I was crying.
Why?
