Love in the Minor Key

Chapter Six: Guilt

When Dan stepped into the hotel, that same guilty feeling came back. Dan knew he felt bad that he's luring the nineteen year old into a deadly trap. Dan knew he was wrong, but he didn't understand why he did feel wrong. Not once had he ever shown remorse for anyone he tortured or killed, but somehow Phil was different. He didn't want to sleep with him, just to tie him up in a prison cell.

All of his nerves about sleeping with the boy faded as soon as he walked into the room, Phil on the bed, naked and touching himself. Dan watched as Phil was in the throws of pleasure, the older man obviously trying to be silent. Phil's eyes were closed, his head was rolled back, and his mouth was wide open as he shivered from pleasuring himself. Phil's moans grew louder, turning Dan on to no end, as he got close to the edge. Obscenities and Dan's name escaped from Phil's most as the blue eyed beauty released with an intense shaking orgasm.

"I definitely did not expect that when I walked in," Dan smirked, Phil jumping and falling off of the bed. "That was really fucking hot though, so thank you."

"I didn't know you were there..." Phil blushed, trying to cover himself up. "I am so sorry...."

"Don't apologize for masturbating," Dan shook his head. "We all do it at one point. I do it all the time. Yano why I took so long in the changing rooms? I was getting off to the thought of riding you until I couldn't walk. I didn't expect that your orgasm face was that intoxicating. God! That gives me material for weeks, just what I saw. God! I want you inside me."

"Shit..." Phil breathed out, Dan watching as the boy's cock stood to attention once more.

Dan smirked and went over, jumping on top of the Northern boy. Dan's lip pressed against Phil's, them both losing all sense of reality. Their lips moved together and Dan, for the first time, felt a strong pleasure from kissing a human being. He felt warm, so warm, and every single one of his kills didn't compare to what he was feeling with Phil. When he thought about the comparison, the guilt came back, the brown eyed man pulling away and snapping back to reality.

"I can't do this, Phil," Dan shook his head, standing up. "I'm sorry, but I'm not someone you want to get close to. I'm not all good."

"Nobody is, Dan," Phil whined, looking at the anxious older man. "We've all done things that we're not proud of. I have even done things I'm not proud of.”

“Yeah but I killed a person!” Dan snapped, instantly covering his mouth.

“I did too...” Phil admitted. “I was scared for my life. I didn't know what to do. It was a very terrifying time.”

“Look,” Dan sighed. “As much as I want you, and do I fucking want you, but I can't do this. I… There's so much I need to figure out about myself, and I just can't do this… Not right now.”

“I understand,” Phil smiled, though his eyes screamed with disappointment. “I just… I'm starting to wonder if you actually are attracted to me, or are you doing this in spite of Hope? Do you not think I am attractive? Did I do something wrong?”

“Of course not!”  Dan gasped. “You're beautiful, Phil. I just… there's an internal debate and I need to figure this out. I'm so sorry that you feel that way.”

“You may as well go then,” Phil spat. “I'll pick up Olivine.”

“You're being rash right now,” Dan shook his head. “We just met yesterday. What do you say we actually go out and learn more about each other?”

“Like a date?” Phil's face scrunched up in shock.

“I… Yeah...” Dan looked down, not knowing what to say next. “I can't promise it'll be fun, because I've never actually been on one.”