phan smut,, oneshots

help me?

(for the sake of this oneshot, phil is 15 and dan is 12 thanks enjoy it ig)
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dan woke up, needing the bathroom. he sat up in bed and noticed that his duvet was sticking up a little down by his crotch. his eyebrows furrowed and his head tilted to the side as he moved the duvet off himself.

he sat up and poked the small tent in his boxers, his eyes filling with tears. he was confused, he didn't know what he was meant to do. was this normal? did other boys get this? he didn't know.

he tiptoed out of his room and across the hall to his foster brothers room. he knew phil would help him. phil glanced over from where he was reading a book as he noticed the door open from the corner of his eye.

he watched as dan crept over and stood at the side of the bed, his hands covering his crotch and his cheeks tinted pink.

"what's up, danny?" phil whispered, smiling at the younger boy beside him.

dan crawled into the bed and looked at his hands, "i think i've broken something." he whispered, his eyes brimming with tears.

"what have you broken, dan?" phil asked, studying dan's face.

"look." dan said, grabbing phil's hand and placing it on his crotch, "why is it so hard?"

phil glanced at dan's face and blushed red as dan wouldn't let his hand go, "dan," phil began, his heart melting as dan looked up at him, his bottom lip sticking out and his eyes watery from tears.

"yeah?" dan whispered, his chest feeling tight as he panicked about what phil was going to say to him.

"baby, it's completely normal for boys your age to get this, okay?" phil said, softly smiling as dan let out a long sigh of relief.

"will it go, though?" dan asked, head tilting to the side, not unlike that of a puppies as it tries to understand what you're saying to it.

"yes, dan, you just have to rub it, okay?"

dan nodded and dropped phil's hand, placing his own over his boxers.

"whoa, whoa, dan." phil said, his eyes widening in shock.

"w-what?" dan asked, "you said-"

"i know, i know, just not in here, in front of me."

"then where should i do it?" dan asked.

"in your own room, bab."

"ohhh, okay."

dan stood up and walked out of phil's room and back into his own. he sat on his bed and lay down, looking down at his boxers. he pulled them down so it freed his erection and hissed it hit his tummy gently.

he tentatively placed his hand on himself and stroked it a little, causing a soft moan to fall from his lips. he realised that he enjoyed it and continued to stroke himself until his tummy felt tight and a little painful.

dan moved his hand away, confused. was he doing it wrong?

he stood up again, not bothering to pull his boxers back up so they just fell to the floor, left beside his bed as he ran into phil's room again.

"dan, i told you-" phil was cut off when he saw the young boy stood there in only his t-shirt.

"why does my tummy feel tight?" dan asked the older boy.

"because, dan, you need to let go." phil said, rubbing his eyes and turning on the lamp beside his bed.

"how do i do that?"