Dan walked into the gym with his things and set them on the floor, hurrying to the locker room. He never really liked PE that much but he didn't have much of a choice. He walked into the locker room with his gym clothes in hand and went to the bathroom until Phil stopped him.
Phil asked, "What do you think you're doing?" Dan looked at him confused. What did it look like he was doing?
"Um, going to get dressed out," Dan replied. He tapped his foot anxiously. He was a bit nervous because of the confrontation.
Phil had a lazy smirk on his face. "Oh Dan, you know how you say you hate PE?" Phil asked. Dan slowly nodded, obviously confused. "Well, I can name a few things that might make you change your mind." Phil wiggled his eyebrows at his friend. Dan's face was red now. He had picked up on the not so subtle hints Phil just dropped.
He wasn't opposed to what Phil was suggesting. I mean, who would decline an offer like that from Phil? Right, nobody. "If you're suggesting what I think you're suggesting," Dan said carefully, "Then I'm totally up for it. But wouldn't we get in trouble?"
"It's not wrong if no one finds out." Phil said with an evil glint in his eyes. He grabbed Dan's wrist before he could object and pulled him into the bathrooms. Luckily, no one was around at the time. The huge stall was open wide and Phil pulled Dan inside. He closed and locked the stall door, pushing Dan up against the wall and crashing his lips on his.
Well, that happened fast. But it was not an unpleasant or unwelcome thing. No. In fact, Dan really appreciated it. He didn't guess this would be the way he was spending his time in PE today, but he did not regret it. Dan could hear the students out in the gym playing a game, and the buzz sound of the buzzer. He would've liked a better location because they were distracting him from the action.
Phil sighed. "Why must it be so noisy? On the bright side, at least we have a less chance of being caught. Isn't that right?" Phil said. Dan nodded and kissed Phil once again. Phil moved his hands under Dan's shirt and moved his lips to his neck, searching for Dan's sweet spot. Dan moaned slightly, giving Phil a signal against his will. Phil bit down on the spot, only making Dan moan again but louder this time
The buzzer in the gym rang once again. They could hear kids cheering in the background. Phil smirked against the crook of Dan's neck, having found his sweet spot. Dan muttered, "Hurry up, you spork. PE will end soon." That was true. Dan knew that when they played games in PE, there was only a certain amount of rounds they could have before time would be up. Dan knew that the amount of rounds they could have is five, and they already finished the second one.
Phil smirked and moved downwards, removing both their pants and underwear. Phil smirked widely and started sucking on Dan. Dan expected to feel immense amounts of pleasure but he felt nothing. This confused him and when he looked down, he the saw the bathroom floor with Phil nowhere to be found. "Phil? The hell?" That's when it hit him. This wasn't real. Phil was only a figment of his (very dirty) imagination.
When the realization hit him, he picked up his clothes and went to look in the mirror. He could've sworn he felt Phil biting his neck, but when he looked in the mirror, there were no marks on his neck. Nothing happened. How could he imagine all of that? I mean, he even imagined kids in the background. None of this made sense.
Suddenly, Dan blinked and he was in the gym, standing up next to a pin, guarding it, as that was his purpose in the game they were playing. What?
The bell rang signaling PE was over. Dan went into the locker room with his things. He saw his clothes laying on the floor in the large stall, next to a dark purple T-shirt that didn't belong to him. He recognized the t-shirt instantly. It was his friend, Phil's. Phil was a real person. What he was imagining earlier, that Phil, was not. But if the Phil that was messing around with him in the locker room wasn't real, why was his clothes and Phil's shirt on the floor in the large stall?
