i wrote this in july and found it on my old phone, so i'm bringing my cringe forth
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dan howell was lying down on the cheap sofa bed, enjoying a game of mario kart 8. he'd become unhealthily addicted to the game, and would play it for hours on end, twenty-four/seven, and he would even go days without eating, just for a stupid competition.
phil lester walked into the room just as dan won rainbow road. his character was cheering by yoshi and peach, looking so excited. as phil looked at the screen, he heard a loud noise erupt from dan's stomach. phil knew that dan hasn't eaten in a while, but for some particular reason, this turned him on.
"ehm... danny? are you hungry?" phil whispered. dan slowly turned his head around to look at phil, with a sly grin on his face, and a sparkle in his eye. "why don't you get some cheese?" now phil hates cheese, but at this state, there was no going back. phil sighed, his breath shaking. "yes, dan, i'll get some. which kind?" dan looked up at phil, who looked slightly uncomfortable. dan liked this. he knew what he was doing. "get nacho cheese, shredded, and... maybe some red leicester." as phil shakily walked back into the room with all the cheese, dan saw a new opportunity to turn on phil. "take these to my bedroom, and set them on my desk," dan whispered in a low pitched voice. "sit on my bed, stay there. i'll be there in five."
phil staggered into dan's room, his jeans uncomfortably rubbing up against his dick. he had no idea what was about to happen between them, but he knew deep inside that it was about to get wild.
phil could hear dan's slow footsteps, gradually getting louder as he neared. dan sighed as he walked into the room, a smile on his face. that face dropped when he saw phil, lying faceup on the bed, sweating heavily and hyperventilating. phil slowly craned his head to see dan looking at him. you could see the knowing look in his eyes, the smirk on his face. it was time.
phil looked back up at the ceiling, as if this was the end, as if he were going to die in this moment. dan slowly walked over to his bedside table. he opened a drawer, and moved a few items, before grabbing three items that phil couldn't make out. dan hid these items under his bed.
phil was slowly yet deeply breathing on dan's bed. "phil... now if you had to eat any of these cheeses, which would you choose?" dan whispers. phil knew that this desicion would be a lose-lose-lose situation. he had to choose wisely.
"umm... the nacho cheese, i guess," dan heard phil say. his lips slowly turned, forming an evil grin on his face. he walked over to his own bed, snapped his fingers, and suddenly, the mood changed.
"phil. take your shirt off. now." dan demands, his voice stern. phil is startled by dan's sudden change in tone. he quickly pulls his shirt up and over his head. dan grabs the pot of cheese, and dips his finger in. phil is watching dan's moves carefully. dan teases phil, as he slowly licks the cheese off of his finger, and draws a happy face onto phil's stomach. they stare into each other's eyes for a bit, and phil couldn't take it anymore. he let his hand slip down to his zipper, and he got it halfway down before dan yelled "stop!"
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"now, phil, you're being a bad boy. do you know what we do to bad boys like you?" dan murmurs. phil didn't know what was about to happen, but as he was sternly told to stand up, he got an idea. dan grabbed a large ladle from under the bed. "phil, open your mouth. i hope you're hungry, too." a cold sweat formed on phil's face. he knew what was about to happen. phil shakily opened his mouth, his jaw shaking left to right. dan lifted the ladle up to phil's mouth. "now... drink."
