not proud of this one. 2010!phan.
warnings: degradation, grinding, frotting, general smut, swearing, blood (no, dan isn't on his period, chill), and anxiety.
oh god, why had dan come to this party? teens walking round in boxers, binders, panties and bras - every form of underwear you could think of. most were lounging around, kissing or drinking. some, however, were passed out on sofa corners or vomiting in room corners.
daniel was perched on a set of drawers, huddled in a corner with the branded 'popular kids'. he had no idea how he managed to become friends with these attractive, sociable people by being his medicore, quiet self. but, things must happen for a reason.
several of the group was missing due to them being in the 'paintroom'. the 'paintroom' was a tiled room where people basically went to fuck - that's why everyone was in their underwear. but, there was a catch: you had to be covered in paint and, by the time you came out, you'd be a mix of each other colours. if not, you failed the challenge and were sent home.
his sweaty palms were pressing against his skinny thighs as he tried to avoid getting chosen. he was awful in social situations, especially when the situation meant fucking one of your friends and then finding flakes of paint in your buttcrack for the rest of eternity. he begged not to be chosen when chris and peej came out a lovely purple colour. but sometimes life likes to fuck you over.
louise's hands land on dan's boxers and she pulls him into the middle of the room. several boys approach, carrying huge tins of body paint. with a chuckle from all three, deep navy paint is thrown over dan's skin, the bitter cold biting at his flesh. his slimy twink body is bustled about and dan's being shoved into a room with a man he barely knows. the other male is doused in yellow.
'don't come out until you're green!" a random member of the group shouts, with a seemingly evil laugh, locking the door behind the two boys.
dan's once brown hair is slicked to his forehead, so he pushes it up into a soggy, messy quiff. his blue back squelches against the already paint smudged wall, terrified eyes staring at the man with the yellow hair. his frame is broad, strong shoulders and powerful arms, but it also has a cute feminine dip at the hips. from what dan can see, he's reasonably attractive.
"come on," a canarie yellow hand reaches out for dan's own, pulling him closer to the slightly taller man. their knees touch and a nervous dan retracts his. "m'phil. you are?"
at first the younger boy is hesitant to answer, lip quivering and eyelashes heavy from the thick paint. but, phil's warm eyes swirl with blue and green and yellow and brown and his smile is so welcoming and he doesn't seem like the kind to mock. so dan trusts him, "d-dan."
"ah, so you're the daniel howell that louise won't shut up about me meeting," the yellow mask's mouth stretches into a soft smirk. a hand shaped green splodge trails down dan's chest as phil drags his palms down the front. a sharp gasp leaves dan's lips as his cold nipples are warmed by the other's soft hands, they were already perky from the cold but, fuck, they were alive now.
"mh," dan's shaking a little in anxiety as phil's hands smooth over his petite, curvy waist and onto his back. his own hands rest on the other's hips as phil's fingertips drag up dan's back, leaving more green trails on their ascent to dan's nape.
the tension in the room is growing thicker, like the layers of paint on the two men. it's like some sort of magnetic force is dragging dan in to kiss phil. why does this man have such an affect on him? chocolate brown orbs watch as phil drops to his knees, hands following. slowly, he smothers his dirty yellow paint over the smaller's pretty thighs, hands rubbing. they glide up and down the outsides, over the knees and all the while phil is looking up at dan with those hot ocean eyes.
