Those Who Trust (Phan)

Part 17

One second he had stopped Phil from falling, and the next he felt the edge of the kitchen counter pressing into his back, another body pressing against his front, lips pressing against his own lips, moving fast and hungrily.

The hard line of Phil's body aligned perfectly against his and he felt a tongue tracing his bottom lip, gasped, and then the tongue was inside his mouth, hands were holding him, one on his cheek, the other on his hip, fingers clawing at the fabric, holding on tight.

Dan shivered, half from arousal and half from fear. His hazy mind only slowly caught up with what was happening, his body reacted the natural way and he felt himself getting hard. His breath was ragged and the hand that had been on his cheek was now in his hair, tugging at the strands, pulling his head back to expose his neck, and then the lips were wandering along the skin of his throat, a tongue trailed over goosebumps, and the lips found their way back against his, the hands now falling away from his body, resting on the counter behind him, caging him in, the body pressed closer.

Dan's eyes were wide open, but he still felt like he couldn't see. It got hard to breathe, and he forgot how to move, and in his mind the alarm bells started ringing.

This wasn't good. He didn't enjoy this. He had been taken by surprise, that's why he had responded, but the touch of someone else's skin against his burned like acid, the tongue forcing its way inside his mouth tasted like poison, and now that he got over the initial surprise, all he wanted to do was to escape the arms caging him in.

But the body against his was stronger and as he tried to press against it to free himself his movements were taken the wrong way, not seen as an attempt to escape but as encouragement for more, and a pair of hips rolled against his, where he was still half hard in his pants, and Dan froze.

He felt it, the hard outline of the other man's cock pressing against his body, searching for friction to find release, and his entire body started to shake, cold sweat on his forehead and on the palms of his hands. And the lips still pressed and demanded and the hips still thrust against his, and he blinked and felt the tears wetting his cheeks, and his mind was screaming at him, urging to escape.

With shaking hands he pushed the body away, and then the lips were gone, and he pushed harder, and then the body tumbled, and then he blinked and Phil lay on the floor, looked up at him wide-eyed. Dan ran.

Out of the kitchen into the hallway, turning left to his room, but remembering his room had no lock, turning right, down the steps, into the bathroom, locking the door with shaking fingers.

He was still hard.

Dan fell to his knees, sobs wracking his body. He pressed the palm of his left hand against the straining erection in his jeans, willed it to go down, shivered at the touch in the worst way.

There was a knock on the door.

„Dan?" Phil's timid voice asked, and the sound of it made Dan's skin crawl, and another sob escape, and he slapped his right hand over his mouth to muffle the sounds.

„Dan, please, open the door! Are you okay in there? Please, I'm sorry! Dan, can you hear me?" The voice became more frantic and the knocks got louder, and Dan was still hard and felt disgusted with himself.

He got up from the floor and moved to the bathtub, turned on the water to drown out the noises from outside. He didn't want to hear Phil, he didn't want the other man anywhere near him. All he wanted to do was scrub his skin and brush his teeth, get rid of the taste on his tongue, of the feeling of a body pressing against his.

The noises from outside didn't stop, Phil kept knocking and asking for him and Dan became angry, so angry, because why didn't the dominant get the hint? Why didn't he leave him alone? His dick was now soft again and his anger rising. He turned off the water and his hands were shaking. Had they stopped shaking at all since the kiss? And why couldn't Phil leave him alone? Phil, who had promised him respect. But if that's what he wanted, Dan would give it to him. Close his eyes and get through it. Maybe the alcohol in his blood would make it easier. Maybe the pain wouldn't be so bad. Maybe Phil wouldn't leave marks behind.