The Only Hope For Me Is You ~ Phan

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I WARNED YOU SO DON'T GET ON MY CASE
LITERALLY ALMOST THIS ENTIRE CHAPTER IS SMUT IM SORRY TO ANYONE THAT DOES NOT LIKE SMUT

Phil had me against the wall of his bedroom, a his thumbs hooked into the belt loops of my jeans. His shirt was somewhere on the staircase, while mine was soon to be taken off.

Phil's lips were attached to his favorite spot on my neck, while my hands explored his chest, that I had grown so familiar with.

I was glad we went to Phil's house. If we had gone to mine, everything would have seemed to much like Saturday, and I would to have quit. But Phil's room seemed to have this aura, with Phil, the experienced one, it seemed his room was a more natural place for him to do this kind of stuff. Like he felt more confident being in his own space.

And I could tell he was. It may have been the environment, it may have been because we'd had sex before, but he seemed more like himself tonight.

Phil's hands moved up my back, lifting the t-shirt I had on, but not pulling it off. One hand was pressing between my shoulder blades, and the other was at the small of my back. The pad of his thumb rubbed small circles into my skin, and I melted into his touch.

Our lips reattached, and it felt like sparks flew, and my back arched. Phil smiled, as his hands began to toy with the hem of my shirt. I pulled back for a second to let him tug the shirt up and over my head.

He threw the pink fabric across the room and tugged me forward by my arms, wrapping his around my torso.

It seemed as if we had been kissing for hours, and we probably were, as the sun had set. We were both getting texts about where we were, why we were gone, etc.

But Phil left our phones downstairs. So it was just us. No distractions.

And yes, I felt insecure. I looked like a fucking skeleton without a shirt on, so the fact that I let Phil take off my clothes without a problem, says something.

Phil kissed down my chest, down to my belly button, before pulling away, making me help him back up to stand.

"Everyone is probably worried." Phil whispered. Even though we were still the only people in the house, we still closed the door, making sure we had all the privacy we wanted. He pecked my lips between words as we spoke.

"They're definitely going to suspect somethi- ah, Phil." I was trying to have a conversation with him, but when he was kissing my lips and kissing my neck, and caressing my skin with his hands. It was all happening so quickly, and I felt like I didn't have a chance to breath.

"Doesn't mean we have to tell them." Phil grabbed my hands and began walking me over to his bed. I hooked my arm around his neck, pulling him back down, and kissed him.

He smiled, bringing his hands down, and squeezed my hips, until the back of his legs hit his bed frame, falling down onto his back, taking me with him.

I hadn't fallen directly onto him, more in his side, by I was still laying on top of him. We laughed, as I brushed the hair out of his face.