Phil loaded the last few books into the cardboard box, wrapping it shut quickly with coarse tape, and shifting it into the corner, ready for the waiting van. He took a brisk look around the small, now airy room, gazing coldly at the blank white walls, once plastered in posters and canvases, eyeing the empty plugs, the faint outline of a rectangle, where his bed once stood. He was going to miss his small flat, and the talkative neighbours, with their overfriendly dogs and banter. Phil took one last fleeting look around him, grabbed the box, and walked from the room, shutting the door softly behind his last steps. Once the flat had been locked up, the key posted back through the letter box, Phil shuffled reluctantly out onto the pavement, holding the box tight.
"Just got this, and then I'm ready" Phil went up the open window, where a fed up looking driver, slumped lazily in his seat, a large bagel dripping sauce in his hands.
"Yep. Get on with it, and you can catch a ride" The driver grunted, gesturing half heartedly towards the boot of the grubby van, and continueing to devour his lunch. Phil scurried around to the back, squeezed the box amongst the piled up furniture, and let himself into the cab, next to the discouraging driver.
Dan skidded into the kitchen, slipping slightly on the newly tiled floor of the apartment, and putting the last few chipped plates into the cupboard. It was exactly two minutes until Phil was expected to arrive, and Dan was hurriedly packing away his shit load of stuff, as well as struggling to set up the Xbox, in a panicked frenzy. What if Phil didn't like him after all? They'd got on originally, but maybe he'd change his mind, when he saw Dan in his natural state. Dan bit his lip, feeling the dry skin split beneath his teeth.
"Fuck" he muttered angrily to himself, hurtling himself into the bathroom, and grabbing a hearty wad of tissue to stop the substantial flow of blood. At that moment, the doorbell let out shrill cry, signalling that Phil was most certainly here. Cursing under his breath, Dan forced a wooden smile onto his chapped lips, scrunching the reddened tissue nervously in his palm.
"Hi" Phil raised a hand, awkwardly, scuffing his feet over the doormat, smiling to himself at the sight of Dan. The silence rose like the running water of a bath, slowly, agonizingly quiet, apart from the purring engine of the van outside.
"Hey, sorry." Dan shook his hair from his eyes, feeling himself snap back into the embarrassing reality, eventually greeting the black haired male before him on the door step. Phil revealed a toothy grin, of perfect little white teeth, beneath his delicate lips, folding his arms tightly across his chest.
"So" Phil breathed, biting his tongue and holding it between his teeth in frustration, to start a flowing conversation, or let himself into the warmth of his new flat.
"Oh, come in!" Dan jumped back from the door, holding it open for Phil.
"You've hardly got any stuff" Dan sifted through a box of Phil's clothes, rummaged through a bag of clutter and emptied a case of DVD's onto the floor, oblivious to the burning stare of Phil, who sat silently beside him, watching Dan organise his personal belongings to his liking.
"Yeah... Um, are you okay doing that?" Phil was unsure as to why Dan wanted to do this work, so asked him sympathetically, shuffling forwards to leaf through a stack of games. Well, the least he could do was present himself as a willing to help individual.
"It's fine, I like to h-" His breathing cut short, as the papery skin of Phil's inner hand brushed briskly over his leg, as he reached to grab a book, unaware of Dan's close presence. Shit, Dan thought. He'd been... How should he put it? He wasn't so much as horny... Just a bit... frustrated? If he was honest, it had been ages since he'd made physical contact with anyone. That hug with his aunt hadn't counted, nor the brush of Phil's hand with his thigh. But, boy... He couldn't think like this. He didn't really want his growing ever closer friend. He just wanted to be close to him, right? Not that close.
"Dan?" Phil clicked his fingers in front of Dan's face, concerned as to why he had spaced out, after that accidental touch.
"Wha-what?" Dan blinked suddenly, pulling his hand away, shocked as to how it had ended up over there. By Phil's hand. What the fuck? He thought, terrified at his own innapropriate touching. Phil, however, hadn't seemed to have noticed. He just hummed a very familiar song, by My Chemical Romance, and continued to arrange the box sets on the shelf, leaning forward to do so.
"Nothing" Phil reassured, giving Dan a smile, and moving himself onto his hands and knees, in order to reach the top of the shelf.
"Here, let me help you" Dan moved onto his hands and knees too, taking the Deathnote series from the other male's hand, trying desperately to restrain himself, as his face moved closer and closer to the content face of Phil, who bit his lip with concentration, struggling to keep the DVD's organised. And then it happened. So sudden, so quick. So, so, so, so so unintentional. So uncalled for. So passionate. Yet, it was all in a hurry of sexual frustration.
Dan's lips collided roughly with Phil's, his hands fumbling around him absent mindedly, searching for anything that would turn him on slightly, and he was sure that Phil would do just the trick. There, he grabbed Phil's ass, pulling the squirming body closer, and locking their lips in a dominant trance of wet tention.
"Dan, sto-" Phil moaned into Dan's kiss, trying frantically to drag his hands away from his ass, pulling away from the tight suction of the others lips. T
But, Dan was much stronger at this moment in time, certain that eventually Phil would accept what was happening and enjoy the bodily tremours Dan sent his way. Dan trailed his tongue, ever so slightly across Phil's lower lip, flicking it gently, feeling his way slyly around the other male's waist.
"There" Dan gasped, as he felt Phil's lips open, ever so reluctantly beneath his eager tongue, which slid eagerly into the warm cavern. Wondering if this could be going a step too far, Dan gradually massaged the skin of Phil's stomach, tracing the inner of his right leg, smirking into the kiss as Phil groaned beneath him. By this time, Dan had pushed Phil backwards, to writh in the pile of clothes beneath them. And also by this time, Phil had been tripped into a maze of sexual tension, with a boy he hardly knew, and was unaware if he ever would, after this matter.
Dan continued to beat himself down on the older boy. He wondered if the younger boy liked it, but he couldn't tell. Phil's face was a desperate mask, flushed and pouted, trying to disguise the fact he dug pleasure out of the scenario. The males squirmed some more, growing more and more intrigued to explore the icy depths of each others bodies, which heated up each time they moaned against each other.
Phil perched on the edge of the sofa, in a far corner, shying away every time Dan went to offer him some pizza. The delivery man had arrived at the wrong moment. That moment being when Dan had inadvertently straddled Phil, hands either side him, pinning him to the ground, and began to lick his neck, over and over and over again, feeling the older male go wild beneath him, clawing out.
Dan had told the pizza delivery man to leave the pizza on the inside of the door, but he'd forotten to leave the bill when Phil had first arrived, and when he hadn't come to hand it over , the delivery man had strolled right in, to tell him he needed it, and of course, he was faced with someyhing new.
"I need the bill now pl-" His face fell, the pizza too, opening on the floor, spilling hot melted cheese onto the new carpet. Then he looked apologetic, shuffling awkwardly before them, hands raised in innocence.
"I'm sorry... I didn't know...I'll just..." He cut off, as Phil scrabbled away from Dan's grip, suddenly alert of their audience, and that he'd just moaned like an animal as Dan sucked on the nape of his neck.
"No no, don't worry" Dan could feel himself blushing violently, over the top of the previous blush tha Phil had brought upon him. He was deeply embarrassed. Especially because he'd known this guy since he moved here.
"I'll.. go now" And with that he left, without asking for the bill, slamming the door clumsily.
