Oblivious Hearts (Phan)

Chapter Twenty Six

               

Word count: 1417

"I'm dreaming of strangers kissing me in the night, just so I can feel something."

The black haired boy's long tattooed arm was draped over Dan's chest. Dan lay very still for a moment hating himself for last night. He slowly slid out of the bed and pulled on his clothes, which had been carelessly thrown on the floor in a flurry of lust and hands last night. His breath tasted so foul he thought he could knock someone out if he breathed on them. The boys black fringe was flopped over his eyes, which were thankfully closed. Dan made sure he had his wallet and keys and slipped from the room, heading to work in yesterday's clothes.

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THE NIGHT BEFORE

Dan took a long drag on the cigarette between his fingers, his head heavy with alcohol. The music from inside the club was pulsing through the walls so loud it could be heard in the smoking shelter. The air outside was cooling on his hot, sweaty face, the smoke stuck to his throat, filling his lungs and nose with the calming fumes. He passed it back to the man he'd taken it from, not knowing is name, and walked back inside. He scooped up another drink from the bar, not knowing or caring whose it was, just wanting the taste and the numbness more alcohol would bring. He'd spent too long crying over Phil, and too long getting angry with someone who wasn't there anymore. He needed to find someone else. A nice, normal boy this time, someone who wasn't anything like Phil.

A group of guys about Dan's age were sat around a table laughing and drinking. Dan walked up to them with a courage only alcohol could give him and leaned against the table. He looked to the brown haired guy on the end and smiled.

"So, are you ever going to buy me a drink?" Dan shouted over the music, which was loud enough to make the room shake.

"Yeah, alright." The man replied, much to Dan's surprise. He shuffled out of his seat and put his arm around Dan, steering him to the bar again. "I'm Robbie," the man called over the music.

"I'm Dan." Dan replied, speaking into Robbie's ear, his words slurring. Robbie ordered six shots, three for each of them.

Wow, Dan thought. Okay, just go with it...

Dan took the shots, cringing at the sour lemon he sucked after. Smashing the final shot glass on the counter he grabbed Robbie's hand and pulled him up the short flight of stairs to the dance floor, being careful not to trip over his wobbly feet. The floor was jam packed with sweaty bodies all jumping and swaying, rubbing against each other and making the room grow steadily hotter. Robbie spun Dan around and grabbed his waist, Dan flung his arms around Robbie's shoulders and pulled them closer. They bounced and swayed vaguely in time with the throbbing music until Robbie leant down and caught Dan's lips in a messy kiss, biting his lips a bit too much and leaving too much saliva between them. Dan thought Robbie tasted a bit like prawn cocktail crisps and garlic but it wasn't bad enough for him to pull away. He needed this, he needed human contact and some sign of affection.

After a while though Dan's lips were a bit too sore so he did pull away, turning his back to Robbie and grinding his hips against him, letting the music vibrate though him and fill him with a new found sexual confidence. Dan could feel how much Robbie was enjoying this even through his tight jeans, and he let out a small, accomplished giggle. Dan turned back to face Robbie and started stroking his growing erection through his jeans, teasing Robbie.

"Oh fuck. Let's go back to mine." Robbie growled hungrily in Dan's ear.

"Not yet, let's dance some more." Dan said back. He started to dance more now, not touching Robbie just throwing him the occasional smirk, trying to be sexy and probably failing due to his drunken state, not that Robbie cared.

A few songs later Dan felt someone else grinding against him, someone with black hair, tattoos snaking down his arms and piercings on his bottom lips.

For a moment he thought it was Phil.

But it wasn't. Dan abandoned Robbie, transfixed by this Phil look-a-like, and threw his arms around the new man's neck.

"I'm Ja-," He said, but Dan couldn't hear him over the music, he also didn't really care. If he didn't know his name, and squinted his eyes, he could almost imagine it was Phil.

"I'm Dan," he called back, pretending he heard the man's name. Dan's hazy mind couldn't properly focus on the man's face but he wasn't bothered. The man's black tshirt fit snugly to his muscly chest, his black skinny jeans were tight to his long legs. His floppy black hair hung over his forehead, damp from the sweat, framing his eyes, but it was too dark for Dan to see the colour of them, so he just imagined a pretty powder blue. Although Dan was one of the tallest people in the club the man he was dancing with seemed to tower over him, which Dan had to admit turned him on quite a bit. The man's lip piercings glinted in the club's flashing lights and Dan longed to kiss them, to see if they felt the same as Phil's. He stood on his tip toes and pulled the mans face towards his, locking their lips together in a greedy kiss, letting his lips glide over the piercings and suck at the man's lips. The man was an okay kisser Dan thought, but it wasn't the same as Phil, whose lips seemed to just fit properly with Dan's.

But Phil's gone now Dan, this will have to do.

"Shall we go back to yours?" Dan called into the man's ear. Dan bit his earlobe for good measure.

"Sure, if you're up for it?" The man called back, taking Dan's hand and pulling him through the crowd.

Dan was stumbling after him, trying not to bump into too many other people.

What are you doing Dan? You're not ready for this... Not this sober anyway.

"Hang on!" Dan said, pulling his hand from the man's. He'd spotted some unattended drinks on a small round table. Dan bent over and picked up the three glasses, then drained them in three massive gulps. The alcohol immediately hit his head and his lips felt perfectly numb, his smiles coming easier now and his eyes becoming gloriously unable to focus. The music pounded through his ears making his body want to sway along. He grabbed the man's hand again and let himself be pulled through the mass of bodies towards the exit. One of Dan's hands stroked a woman's pretty red hair, shining under the flashing lights, he'd just wanted to see if it was as soft as it looked. It wasn't.

The cold air outside felt soothing on his skin, and he stood for a moment enjoying the feeling. Ah the beautiful night air freshness... ing. What? Where's Phil? Oop. There.

"Phillyyyy." He said, turning to the man at the end of his arm. "Where are we goooing?" Dan said, his lips unable to keep up with his admittedly slowing brain.

"What? We're going to mine," the man chuckled, squeezing Dan's hand and pulling him to the taxi, either not caring that he'd been called 'Philly' or just not hearing Dan properly.

In the taxi Dan didn't bother with a seatbelt, or even his own seat, instead he straddled the man's lap and started hungrily sucking on his pierced lips. Dan's hands urgently ran through the man's black hair, pulling his head up to meet Dan's more comfortably. Dan moved his mouth down the man's face, leaving hot, wet kisses along the man's sharp jaw line and biting his broad neck, tasting his bitter aftershave.

Dan couldn't remember how, but the next thing he knew he was in an unfamiliar bedroom, and was tied to the bed, face down, with a red necktie.

Then, he found himself half asleep, with a pleasant, satisfied feeling tingling every part of his body, with a sweaty, black haired man pressed on top of him, snoring softly.

Oh... Dan thought. I can't even remember having sex... What a waste.

He rolled the man off him and closed his eyes, exhausted from the night's activities and the relaxing post-climax feeling buzzing numbly around his body.

Then he fell asleep.

Oh Dan, what have you done?...

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