flower boy howell || phan au

return the favor

I woke up in Phil's bed, his arms wrapped around my waist. Before anyone makes any assumptions, no, we did not have sex.

But I did blow him and there was a lot of making out.

I freed myself from his grip and sat up, the shifting of weight disturbing Phil's sleep.

"Good morning, flower boy." He said in a husky voice as he stretched. I couldn't look away has his muscles tensed and relaxed, his tattoos stretching over his skin. He was like a human canvas with all different sorts of art on him.

"Like what you see?" He purred as he pulled me back down next to him, his lips grazing my jaw. I giggled at the soft touches before facing him and placing a gentle kiss on his lips.

"Last night was fun, huh?" Phil teased as he poured us coffees. I nodded, placing my hands on his broad shoulders.

"We should do it again sometime." I said, trying to be sexy. He chucked and kissed my lips for a moment before pulling away. "Maybe we should." He said.

"So, Phil."

"So, flower boy."

I grinned. "That's not my name."

He smirked. "I know you like it."

He was right, I did like the nickname.

"Are you seeing anyone else?" I asked, hoping and praying he would say no.

"Well, I mean.. PJ, next door is my ex, and from time to time, we have a little fun. But probably not after last night with him..." He placed his hands on my hips. ".. interrupting us." He leaned down and kissed my neck a few times before looking at me again. "But you should know that I'm a risk. Especially for cute little flower boys."

I frowned. " 'Cute' wasn't the word you were using when I had my lips around your-" there was a knock at the door.

"Phil, it's Peej. I'm coming in."

Phil rolled his eyes as the door opened and PJ walked in. He was in the same clothes from the night before.

"I miss you, baby." I heard him say. I internally begged for Phil to tell him something. Something about not wanting to fuck him anymore. Something about me.

"Well I don't blame you." Phil said confidently. "But I think I'll be seeing someone else here."

I smiled a butterflies erupted in my stomach.

I peaked around the corner to see his face. It was a mixture of disbelief and sadness and anger. "What? Who??" He half-yelled. His eyes averted to me.

"Oh, surely not. Surely not this... this gaylord."

I laughed. "Lord of the Gays does have a nice ring to it."

Phil walked over to me and kissed my cheek. "Now I think it's time for you to go, Peej."

PJ scoffed. "Fine. I know you'll come back. I know you loved fucking me and I know you'll come back."

He looked at me. "Have fun while he's yours, faggot." And with that, he left.

"Did he just call me a faggot? Does he realize he might be one too?" I wondered out loud, smiling. Phil looked at me, smirking. "Now. How about you let me return the favor from last night..."

a/n

okay -heathenhowell thanks for putting this in a reading list. it's an honor and I love your work c: