This is really triggering. If you get triggered by: Molesting or anything along the lines of sexual abuse, please do not read.
I decided that I had enough of people calling prostitures sluts and how blaming their life style. Like ,yes, I get it, but do you even know why they are doing it? Why they think this all they will be able to live off of? Some use the money for drugs and yes I understand why that's bad, but if you had a trauma you might turn to drugs too.sorry its a bit......... yeah
-----------------------------------------------------------It's not like Dan though he would end up here on the corner in the cold night, wearing hardly anything, when he was growing up. It just so happened to end up that way. Out of highschool and thrown into the world with no money or scholorship for college and being a barista isn't going to cut it. It made absolute sense to just go out the weekends and make some extra money (probably more than his monthly pay check) on the streets. People are always needing sex and will pay whatever to get it as well as keeping it secret. He knew how to get by in the world and that's through his body. That's how it always has been and always will be. If he ends up being a victim of a serial killer than at least he doesn't have to worry about college funds. His room mate was unaware of these activities and he planned to keep it that way. Phil is a kind soul, pure, and he wouldn't understand. He would think I am just abusing my body or whatever else. Dan just have to stay clear of cops and always make sure to have protection and he is fine. Phil is that kind of person who would just give hugs to people needing one in the street. If he gets paid extra at his two jobs he will buy food, or coats, or blankets for the people living in the streets, with no where to go. Most of these people are veterens who couldn't find work after leaving the military. The government ships them off to fight for us and die for us and when they come home abandons them to fend for them selves. And Phil will save up money just so they can get new clothes or eat or anything and it makes Dan's heart warm at how wholesome his friend is.
He was hoping to get a few clients in so he could eat something other than ramen noodles without Phil buying it for him. Phil is four years older and is just out of college and actually using his major for his career. Of course he still has to work two jobs since he is just a rookie and doesn't get paid the full pay just yet, and he wants to help Dan out most of the time. That makes Dan so upset that he is doing that because of him. He could live off of his job job and his side job. Dan thought Phil was at home in a food coma and clearly wasn't expecting him to be out tonight. But, alas, the stars were not in Dan's favor.
"Dan?" At the sound of his real name - not just his street name the girls and guys like him use on the 'job' - he visibly jumped before he spun around, wide eyes and shaking, to face Phil.
"P- Phil! Why aren't you at home?" Phil had his eyebrows furrowed in confusion and he was looking at Dan's appearel. Luckily it was dark and Phil wouldn't be able to see Dan's blush.
"Come on. We are going back home." Phil said, gently but firmly grabbing Dan's wrist to make him follow. His voice was strained but it wasn't anger that was straining it and whatever it was...it was making Dan's worry increase rapidly.
"Phil It's not what it looks like, I was just uhhh" Dan trailed off, not being able to find an excuse. It was exactly how it looked and Phil knew it. Phil was concerned and sad for his friend. His friend who he has been crushing on since highshcool.
They stay silent the rest of the way home and the air was thick around them with a bunch of different emotions radiating off each other. As soon as they were in their house with the door closed, Phil was already getting a hoodie and basketball shorts for Dan instead of his sexy, uncomfortable, and inticing outfit. Dan changed silently, while Phil faced the other way to give him privacy.
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FanfictionI get ideas. I write them. I get prompts. I write them. Smutty? Hell yeah! Fluffy. Hell to the yeah! Angst? Rare. Anyway They might suck. They might not. read to find out gay motherfuckers Warning this will probably be filled with random...