use me // phan

shades of cool

and when he calls, he calls for me,
and not for you.

(a [kind of] smut-less end to this story. enjoy.)

- TRIGGER WARNING -

He wanted to marry him.

Dan had made his mind up. He felt fully healed, as much as his worn body and mind would allow him to. Phil had been so genuine and raw and sweet with him the last few weeks, and things couldn't have possibly been better.

Their intimacy had reached a whole new level, leaving Dan feeling safe and wanted, a new sensation of relief washing over. Dan felt closer to Phil than he had in all the years he'd known him.

He wanted nothing more than to be with Phil, forever; he didn't want things any other way.

Dan left the small shop he'd visited in London, pushing the small black box into his pocket with care as he tried to hide a smile. He felt a new trust growing between them, nothing but absolute positivity flooded his brain now. They'd been through so much together, there's no way this couldn't be right.

Dan slid the simple silver band around his finger, admiring it slightly and noticing some new freckles that had appeared on his hand as he walked quickly back home. He figured he'd see if Phil would notice at all without mentioning it to him.

•

Dan opened the door to their apartment slowly, calling Phil's name as he swayed from side to side, grinning stupidly.

No response.

Dans face scrunched up in confusion for a moment as he set his keys on the counter.

"Phil..?" he called, slightly louder, anxiety riding through his voice as the tone shook.
Was he gone?

Dan heard noises coming from down the corridor, his eyes widening as he identified them one by one.

He heard Phil's voice, those low groans and curses, echoing and bouncing off the walls of his room. Something sparked inside Dan, his nerves catching fire as his imagination went wild.

These sounds were so familiar to Dan, causing heat to grow inside and flourish with every passing thought.

He felt better.

Dan opened the door to Phil's bedroom to find him underneath another man. They were both completely coated in sweat, moans passing each other's lip as Phil thrusted upwards into him. The stranger was small and blonde with a gorgeous smile and a tight body. A little bit of life still reflected somewhere behind his eyes.

He was everything Dan wished he was.

They must not have heard Dan come in as he stood there in shock.

"Fuck, Phil, feels so good.." the unknown man whined out.

"Mmm, shit, baby, feels so much better than him, so much tighter than that stupid bitch.." Phil groaned out loud, pushing in and out before tilting his head back, making eye contact with a shaking Dan.

"Shit..." Phil muttered.

The curly haired boy stood on two weak legs, his insides quivering as tears stung his eyes. Nothing but hurt and anger was painted on his face as Phil moved, leaving his lover in bed alone.