The sudden realisation that the entire front of his own jeans were soaked with come caused Dan to sit up suddenly.
'Fuck!' He exclaimed, 'Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! How am I supposed to go outside like this?'
The neck of Dan's shirt was stretched and his hair was in an absolute state. Pink marks provided a stark contrast to the pale skin on his collarbones.
'It's alright, it's really not that noticeable,' Phil said breathlessly. In the doctors opinion, Dan hadn't looked hotter than he did right now. His hair was begging to be pulled and Phil wanted desperately to add to the bruises that would soon surround Dan's neck. Fortunately, Phil had a slither of self control, and managed to avoid fucking Dan into the hospital bed mattress right there and then.
'Really?' Dan asked, unsure.
'Yep, but come here a sec.' Phil replied.
Dan sauntered over to Phil, who was still leaning on the door. Phil started rearranging strands of Dans soft brown hair, loving the way it had begun to curl slightly. He then straightened Dan's shirt and pecked him on the nose. Dan, however, was unsatisfied with Phil's pathetic kiss. So, he tangled his hands in Phil's hair and pressed their lips together firmly.
'See you on Tuesday, babe.' Phil said with a wink.
'Ugh, I can't wait that long, I miss you too much.' Dan whined.
'Alright, well, here's my number.' Phil said, slipping his hand into Dan's back pocket and pulling out his phone. He unlocked it and entered a few numbers the handed it back to Dan. Displayed on the screen was 'Phil' followed by four different heart emojis and a phone number. Dan grinned widely and met his lips with Phil's for the last time before walking out of the office.
He texted Phil on the walk home, unable to contain his smile.
Dan: hey, its Dan xx
He then turned off his phone and threw open his front door and headed directly for the shower. He tossed his come stained jeans and boxers to the side, then removed his shirt and stepped into the shower. His phone, which he left by the sink, buzzed once. Excitement bubbled in Dan's stomach. He imagined late-night conversations, virtual kisses and even the occasional dirty text.
When he was satisfied that his hair was thoroughly washed and that he no longer smelled of come, he exited the shower and slung a towel low around his waist. He held the towel in one hand, and the other hand held onto a pile of crumpled clothes with his phone balanced on top. He tossed his phone onto his bed as he passed by his bedroom, then made his way to the washing machine to deposit the rest of his clothes. On his way back, he came across Cat.
The hickeys that decorated his neck and the fingerprint-bruises surrounding his hips were on display. The sight caused her to gasp suddenly and her eyes didn't move from Dan's hips.
'Jesus, Cat. Not this again!' Dan sighed.
'I never said anything,' Cat replied through gritted teeth, snapping out of her daze and brushing past Dan to storm into the living room.
Dan was sick of Cat and the way she was acting, so he returned to his room without speaking another word.
Dan picked up his phone and read the most recent text message.
Phil: hey, hope you don't smell of ur own come anymore xx
Dan laughed at the statement before replying.
Dan: i showered!! plus, it was ur fault anyway !!
Phil: ur such a little slut x
Dan: im ur little slut x
And with that, Dan turned off his phone and finally put on some clothes.
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HI IM SO SORRY I HAVENT UPDATED THIS IN A MILLION YEARS
since ive been gone the Phil Lester turned 30 wow
I also got a new phone case (thought I'd share this because i was really excited)
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Phan // Doctor's Appointments
Fanfictiondoctor!phil patient!dan Dan has had a bad cough for a while now and is finally convinced by Cat, his flatmate, to go to the doctor's office across the street. Dan's doctor is absolutely gorgeous, so he goes home and tells Cat, who was never quite t...
