The Wolf of The Woods

Chapter Twenty One: Help me to forget

Hold on to your seats lads and ladies, this chapter's gonna be a ride. No not cause of the werewolves or the bullies or anything, this is the smut warning folks ;) I'm not normally one for spoilers but I'm just letting you know in case the bum secks ain't your thing (there are no key plot points in this chapter so feel free to skip). Also please bear in mind I have never written smut before so if this is shockingly bad I am sorry. Welp, enjoy...
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Phil was the first to wake up that morning, as per usual. He sat up in bed slowly and groaned at the sudden jolt of pain he felt. His head was still throbbing like mad. It hardly hurt anymore though, which he was thankful for.

As soon as Phil let his mind drift, he began to remember the events of the previous day, the words that had been said to him seeped painfully back into his brain. He shook his head in frustration. No, not now, he had to think of something else to take his mind off it.

Looking down at the boy laying next to him, he smiled contently, not that Dan could see while he was still snoring soundly. At least Phil hoped it was soundly, the look on his face seemed to show something else somehow.

Even as Phil stared closely, examining the expression, he couldn't for the life of him figure out what it meant. Though he did notice that Dan's breathing was considerably faster than usual, which was a little worrying if anything.

Perhaps he was having a nightmare. Yes, that must be it. Phil gently lay back down next to him and tried to comfort him.
'Dan?' He whispered tentatively. At that precise moment Dan shifted under the covers and let out a noise that could only be described as a breathy whimper.

Oh, he must be scared. Phil wondered what he was dreaming about, if it had anything to do with the previous days events. But the scrunched up face he was making now didn't seem to reflect fear. This was all very curious. Perhaps Phil was just being too nosy, maybe he should just drop it and go back to sleep.

All of a sudden Dan's breath hitched and he grabbed hold of Phil's shirt tightly. He began to shift closer, scooting on top of Phil in his sleep. Phil had no idea how he was managing to do this while unconscious and what kind of dream he was having to provoke this but it certainly concerned him.

'Philll' Dan moaned gently under his breath. Phil looked up at him. His eyes were still scrunched shut. Why was he in Dan's dream? None of this was making any...

Oh.

Dan slowly brought his body down on to Phil's, Phil's eyes going wide at what he felt. Dan let out another breathy gasp and began grinding up and down gently on Phil.

Phil just sat there in a state of pure shock. So that was what the dream was about, it hadn't been a bad dream at all... well presumably it had been a very good one.

Phil felt extremely uncomfortable knowing Dan was still asleep and therefore not in control of the situation at all. but he wasn't about to stop what was happening, he couldn't deny that he wasn't exactly against all this. He just had to wake the boy up.

Phil moved around a little under Dan which seemed to visibly disturb his sleep.
'Dan' he spoke up gently. Dan's eyes shot open.
'Ph, Phil!'

His voice was extremely groggy.
'Morning' Phil smirked up at the confused face he was met with.

'W, wait, why am I.. what did you...'
Dan looked down in confusion, taking a moment to assess the situation before it clicked into place what was happening. 'Oh... I, ahh!'

'You did it all on your own accord I can assure you'

Dan spluttered immensely, quickly scrambling to get off of Phil. He collapsed onto the other side of the bed, eyes wide with embarrassment.
What had caused him to do... that?!