read my last chapter thanks
also this is really long and unedited so
talent
corey parked the car in front of the shopping centre, patting his hands on his thighs as he looked at dan.
"you coming in?"
"y-yeah," dan mumbled, unbuckling his seatbelt and opening the car door.
corey quickly followed suit, rushing to dan's side and grabbing his hand. dan almost wanted to pull away.
the walked into the building together, corey leading the boy to the place that held laser tag. as the area came into view, dan's throat closed up, making it hard to swallow.
please god, don't let phil be here.
dan decided it was pointless, that god wouldn't care all too much, as dan was gay and this was just a punishment. he had too many catholics that constantly nagged him about being punished, but he never really believed that until now.
because there was phil. right at the entrance.
"fuck," dan muttered, his eyes immediately casting downwards.
"wha- oh, hey phil!" corey dropped dan's hand and sped up a bit, greeting phil with a handshake-hug.
"hey," phil patted corey's shoulder, smiling politely, but his eyes weren't on him.
dan's scalp jumped at the intense gaze phil had on him.
"you here for tag? you should play with us! you and i can crush this boy over there together, eh?" corey hopped from foot to foot excitedly, his eyes darting between the two.
phil's tongue flicked across his bottom lip, making dan's heart stutter. "that sounds great,"
after an enthusiastic hooray from dan's boyfriend, the trio walked into the place together, dan making sure to keep his distance from phil. they talked to the woman at the counter, receiving their gear as they went over the rules, then were sent off with one other player they didn't know to start the game.
"alright you guys, you have three minutes to find your spots and go over any attack plans. remember, no friendly fire, or you're immediately disqualified. enjoy the game." the woman started the clock and headed back to the desk.
the boy with dan, who looked about twelve immediately raced off to find somewhere to hide. panicking slightly, dan attempted to follow him, merely getting lost in the process. after blindly walking around for a bit, he heard the buzzer go off, signaling the start of the game.
dan bolted behind a wall, holding his gun close to his chest. he could hear corey whispering directions to phil, and they separated, thankfully both still going in the opposite direction of dan.
deciding to trail them, guessing that would be the best plan of action for shooting them both, dan gripped his gun tight and crept around the wall, heading in the general direction the other two had gone.
suddenly, corey yelled something incoherent, and there was a shriek, preferably from the boy on dan's team, making him freeze. he listened for the annoying bzzz to signal someone getting shot, but it never came, so he continued moving.
he walked for a few more minutes, not really knowing where he was going or what he was doing, when he heard something behind him. he froze again, turning his head to see phil standing several feet from him, a smirk on his face.
dan's heart jumped to his throat, and he quickly raced away, jumping to the left when hearing the noise of the gun. he began to hear more yelling from corey and the other kid, eventually hearing the buzzing noise and a loud "you absolute shit!" from corey.
dan ran through the obstacles, hearing his teammate cheer something in victory, and corey saying something about taking a leak.
"dan," phil said, his voice sounding oddly cheery. "stop running, would you?"
slowly, dan reduced his pace to a complete stop and turned around. now, phil stood six or seven feet away from the boy, that cocky smirk still on his lips.
"well, that was quite easy," he began, stepping closer. "i would've thought i'd need to tackle you to make you sit still."
dan whimpered, taking a small step back. phil continued forward, until dan was eventually pinned against the wall.
"it's quite a coincidence you and your little boyfriend decided to come here, isn't it? what a pleasant surprise," phil pressed himself against dan, his hot breath hitting his face.
"do you remember the last time i had you like his?" phil whispered. "i left the prettiest marks all over your skin." phil's lips began pressing softly against dan's neck, making the boy's eyes instinctively fall shut. "doesn't look like corey's been giving you what you want," his teeth grazed across the skin. "we both know this is what you want, baby boy."
phil lifted his head and pressed his lips eagerly against dan's, receiving an immediate response as dan kissed him back desperately, a small sound erupting from the back of his throat. phil's arms locked tightly around dan's waist, his tongue easily making its way into dan's mouth, their bodies pressing impossibly closer.
"fuck," phil mumbled between hot kisses. "say my name,"
dam pulled back. "wh-wha-"
phil gripped dan's hair tugging it and making dan's jaw drop open, his eyes rolling back. "i said," he nipped at dan's throat. "say my name, dan howell."
"ph-" the grip on dan's hair tightened, and dan's entire body was in flames. "ph-phil," he choked.
phil smirked, releasing his grip on dan's hair. "good boy."
his lips reattached to dan's, moving quickly and urgently. dan felt hot and dirty and amazing all at the same time, but he knew he needed to stop. slowly, as to not catch phil's attention, he raised his gun and pulled the trigger. the buzz rang out, making phil jump, and the two looked down at the now flashing armour. phil looked at dan through his eyelashes.
"you're sneaky, baby." he whispered, his voice sounding deeper than normal.
"blue team wins. good job guys! hope you had fun," the woman's voice rang out, and dan dropped his gun, pulled off his armour, and quickly scampered to the bathrooms.
fuck phil. he could pay for the game.
he grabbed corey's wrist and tugged him out of the building, quickly taking him to the car.
"what the hell happened dan? you're acting like you saw a ghost! what is- is that a rash on your neck? are you allergic to that armour? oh shit, i'm sor-"
"i-it's fi-fine." dan cut him off. "w-we just n-ne-need to l-leave,"
confused, corey nodded and started the car, taking them out of the parking lot and onto the freeway. after driving in silence for a bit, corey reached over and grabbed dan's hand, making him tense.
"dan, please. tell me what happened. you're freaking me out. are you alright? did the kid on your team hurt you?"
dan shook his head. "n-no, it's-s much w-worse," he said quietly, staring out the window.
"what is it? please dan." corey pleaded, squeezing his hand.
dan turned to look at corey. he took a deep breath and pulled his hand away, resting it on his lap.
"ph-phil k-ki-kissed me,"
and i think i liked it.
