Dan And Phil One-Shots

Chapter 4: Reform School

Phil put his head down, walking past the chain link fence that separated the "Junior's School For Boys" courtyard from the real world. He clenched his books tighter to his chest and tried to hide his skinny frame further in to his hoodie. He walked past the reform school every day after school to get to the bus stop. He hoped that this time no one would bother him-

"Hey pretty boy!"

Phil groaned and turned around. That voice made his knees weak, but he had to make sure no one caught on to that.

"What do you want, Howell? Scared that if you don't aggravate me every day I'll stop showing up?"

"Oh, baby you know I'd find someone else to grope on my day out if you did."

Phil frowned, turning around to face the voice. The boy was wearing some black band tee, and his tattoos just seemed to keep multiplying. His brown hair was tinted green this time. It was purple yesterday.

"You changed your hair." Phil said, softly.

The boy smirked, "I thought you might like it better. You always said you liked green. It also reminds me of your bedding, which reminds me of being in your bed, which reminds me of-"

He stopped talking when he saw Phil blush. He motioned for Phil to come closer to the fence. Phil reluctantly shuffled to the fence, glancing around to make sure no one else was around, so he could give up the act . Once he was inches from the boys face he pouted. 

"Don't look at me like that, baby. I'll be out all day Saturday and we can spend the day together."

"Danny, I want to be able to see you every day. I miss you." Phil whispered

"I miss you too, beautiful. I've only got three more months here, and then we both graduate and I can be yours every day for the rest of our lives." Dan mumbled. Phil's hand traveled up to his pale neck, where a silver ring hung from a chain. Dan pulled his own out from his pocket. Phil smiled a little.

"That's the smile I like to see, baby." Dan smiled at Phil, "I don't know how I got so lucky."

"I'm the lucky one, Danny."

"You are, but I mean looking at you makes me weak and I want your body over me, screaming my name like you did last time I was out of this place." Dan smirked.

"Well Daniel," Phil blushed a little, "I guess you'll just have to lure me back to the fence tomorrow, convince me why I should do that on Saturday."

"Maybe because your fiancé  wants to have memories to get him through the cold, lonely nights at the school that separates him from your beautiful body."

Phil blushed a lot at this, and his hand found Dan's on the fence, "I guess that works for me Danny. I think my fiancé's body looks best when it's under me." He winked and leaned closer to the fence, pecking Dan on the lips softly. He suddenly felt pressure on his pants, looking down to see Dan's hand on his bulge. He jerked away, and looked up at the younger boy, who smirked and winked.

"Your bus is coming this way sweetheart. That... little issue... might help you remember to be here same time tomorrow, and to pick me up at noon on Saturday. 

Phil took two steps back and muttered, "Oh I'll be here. And you'll pay for that, Mr. Howell."

"I think you'll forgive me, since I'll be Mr. Lester soon."

Phil smiled, then turned to the oncoming bus and stepped on when it stopped. After he found a seat and sat down, he turned to look out the window. Dan was already walking inside, but he turned and winked before he disappeared through the door.