Phil Lester Saved Me -phanfic

Chapter 4

 A/N: Smut warning for this chapter...this is probably the strangest thing I have ever written please don't judge me  

'Well, it's been yet another day of marked contrasts across the UK, f-i-ne sunny weather across northern areas, all my Manchester relatives are currently toasting themselves, so jealous! However, it has been anything but sunny in other parts of the country with flash flooding caused by thunderstorms rolling their way in across southern areas-'

Dan gazed at the screen, entranced with a goofy smile plastered over his face. Phil stretched out his arm across the screen to indicate the large storm which was making its way over to England from France, and looked directly into the camera. The blue in his eyes sparkled, enhanced by the deep navy of the English Channel's digital representation. It was almost as if Phil was staring right at him.

'Now all the meteorology crew in the BBC have their eyes pinned on this storm here, which I have taken the liberty to name 'Storm Phil,' hopefully that name will catch on-'

Dan felt a twitch at his groin, and a familiar warmth. He looked down to see that his dick was half-hard inside his boxers. "Oh no," he thought. "Not this...not again."

'We think this storm will move along the English Channel, just flirting with the south coast...' Phil stopped for a moment and giggled, his face crinkling up adorably. 'I swear, Samantha, you put that one in just to make me laugh, er, a-nyway we will certainly be watching 'Storm Phil' very closely over the next few hours.'

Dan slipped a hand into his boxers and began to stroke his hardening cock. He felt immediate relief, all the tension that he had built up inside himself during the week ebbing away.

'Elsewhere there will be a few scattered showers, with the Midlands being quite cool- you go, Midlands- but overall a fine night with temperatures in the mid-teens'

Dan pulled his boxers down over his arse, exposing his now-full erection to the warm air of his flat. He gripped his thumb and forefinger around it tightly and picked up the pace. His whole body shivered with pleasure.

'Some overnight showers will bring a wet start to some of the southwestern areas, the rain will tend to drift away through the morning though a few will form later on in the day. Most places, however will have a really lovely day tomorrow, so break out your suncream and sandcastle-shaped buckets-'

As Dan continued masturbating, his eyes went a little hazy and blurry for a few moments. He blinked and focused on Phil again, his pale face a ray of sunshine in the centre of his shitty TV screen. He could hear what he was saying, but couldn't take it in, his brain was full of imaginings of kissing Phil, Phil's skin against his, Phil's hand on his dick, Phil inside him-oh god-

'There will be a few exceptions, unfortunately; some areas in Northern Scotland and the Highlands will experience some sharp showers- sorry about that guys- and cloud will drift down to areas in north-eastern England as well, pretty much killing off any possibility of improving the old suntan-'

Dan had picked up the tempo, his wrist straining as he pumped his hand up and down. The lower part of his stomach was quivering and tingles were rushing all over his skin. He didn't know whether he would last much longer.

'A massive improvement in the southern counties tomorrow with temperatures reaching the early, even mid-twenties in some places-'

Dan's legs twitched and he felt a desperate pressure building up in his pelvis. He gritted his teeth and wanked harder. He wanted- he NEEDED to come RIGHT NOW-oh Phil-oh god-

'Then all eyes to the north tomorrow night with a cold front heading its way southwards, as you might have heard this will mean-'

Dan closed his eyes and felt himself nearing the edge. He slowed down for a few seconds, letting the soft sound of Phil's voice slowly guide him closer, and closer again.

Phil dropped his voice down to almost a whisper, speaking in a strangely seductive tone about how 'chillier temperatures in the north will be seen during the rest of the week, with the south perhaps scraping one more day of sunshine-'

Dan was no longer able to string together a comprehensive thought. He opened unseeing eyes, his whole being focused on the head of his penis, and if he concentrated on that part right there it just felt sO gOod-

'I'm pretty optimistic that we will have a good weekend though, with most places being dry and pleasant. However, just a reminder that the nights will be p-retty darn chilly with chances of frost.'

"please..." Dan thought, in a moment of lucidity. "oh fuck, please, Phil-"

'Anyway that's all from me and the rest of the BBC weather team, remember you can check out the hourly forecast on the website bbc.co.uk/weather. Back to Huw and Fiona in the studio.'

For a few moments, Dan felt completely helpless as unsustainable feelings of pleasure rippled through his body. He felt like he might almost faint, and then there was an explosive sensation of release and he came. Semen pulsed out, into his own hand, hot and sticky, his whole body convulsing as he watched Phil spin the whole way around in his stool and sign off with a wink.

He pressed the mute button on the remote with his elbow. Then he just sat there for a few seconds, limp, his head lolling and his hands covered with come. He felt guilty and strange and disgusting, but he had definitely scratched the itch. He hadn't felt this satisfied in a very long time. It was difficult to ever feel in the mood when your brain was usually preoccupied with staving off an anxiety attack.

Dan leaned over to the coffee table and unrolled a few sheets of toilet paper from the roll he had left there the last time he did this. He cleaned himself off and chucked the tissue into the wastepaper basket. Then he pulled up his boxers and went over to wash his hands off in the kitchen sink. After than he curled up on the sofa, pulling a blanket around himself for comfort.

He flicked from channel to channel until he found an animal documentary. Then he lay down on his side, a hugging a pillow in his arms (he was lonely but he wouldn't pretend it was Phil, no he wouldn't) and he fell asleep to the sound of David Attenborough's voice. Phil's face floated in and out of all his dreams, pale and ghostly and always just out of reach.

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