Dan found that he could no longer muster the strength to cry, having shed far too many tears already. His brown eyes were glazed over and surrounded by heavy, grey circles that made his usual rosy pink cheeks appear sallow and pale. Phil's embrace went almost unnoticed as the young brunette quickly became consumed by an overpowering dread. The liveliness that usually ignited chocolate brown eyes had been smothered and then replaced by a gaping emptiness that had began to overwhelm every fibre of Dan's being.
So, he let himself sink deeper into that pit to escape the real world and, as if on cue, the few pieces of furniture strewn across Phil's living room became a blur of colours that swayed chaotically, colliding and merging with each other. The image made Dan's head throb with the effort to separate the colours, so he closed his eyes and felt his exhaustion, as if it was a physical weight, pull him in and dampen the thoughts that were surging through his mind.
From Phil's point of view, he held a boy who hadn't ever tasted the bitter tang of malice, who'd never had senseless rage thrown mercilessly at him, or suffered the pain of loss. But Cat rushed in like a hurricane, wreaking havoc in her reckless acts of selfishness, and tore through the fragile pages of Dan's naïvety. In an attempt to glue these pages back together, to mend the broken seams, Phil hugged the brunette closer to himself. He ducked his face downwards until his lips brushed against Dan's pale cheeks, and his thumb drew careful circles on the denim that covered the younger's upper thigh.
Desperate for a distraction from the hopelessness that seemed to engulf his entire being, Dan leaned into the furtive kisses and pressed himself closer to Phil's chest. He hummed quietly, encouraging the fingers that worked over his jean clad thigh, and his lips parted slightly when Phil's lips dropped to his neck. The memories that haunted Dan's mind, wandering aimlessly and poisoning his thoughts, began to dissipate, before disappearing altogether from his brain. They were quickly replaced by a startlingly bright desperation that left the young boy gasping and clutching on to fistfuls of Phil's t-shirt.
Curious hands roamed Dan's aching body and his skinny jeans began feeling uncomfortably tight.
"Ph-phil!" Dan gasped, and when the doctor's hands ghosted over his hardening member, Dan involuntarily rolled his hips forward in a worldless request to be touched. A request which Phil quickly complied with. The palm of his hand pressed firmly against the front of Dan's jeans, eliciting a borderline pornographic moan from the young man.
Dan's hips had fallen into a regular pattern of grinding against Phil's Palm, while Phil's other hand slipped underneath his shirt to play with Dan's nipple. Feeling suffocated by the tightness of his skinny jeans, Dan moaned 'off' repeatedly into the doctor's ear, begging for release. After a few awkward adjustments, his jeans had been hastily shoved to his knees and the leaking, flushed head of his cock was visible just above the waistline of his baby blue briefs.
Dan came hard over his own stomach with a series of loud whines, and Phil's teeth scraping across the bruised skin of his neck. His t-shirt, as well as his briefs and Phil's hand, we're now damp with come, and his ragged, laboured breaths rang out across the tiny living room.
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Phan // Doctor's Appointments
Fanfictiondoctor!phil patient!dan Dan has had a bad cough for a while now and is finally convinced by Cat, his flatmate, to go to the doctor's office across the street. Dan's doctor is absolutely gorgeous, so he goes home and tells Cat, who was never quite t...
