(Sex Y'all )
Hanging out in Dan's room felt a lot like being younger. Only a few months had matured both of us greatly, and we didn't really like it that much.
I was worrying about when I was going to finish my 15-minute screenplay I had to write by the time we got back to uni, and Dan was worrying about memorizing his lines to a play I'd never even heard of. So every three days, we switched.
Day one, we ran lines for Dan. Day two, I wrote and write while Dan watched, begging me to stop and come back to bed with him. Day three, we stayed with our families, which was the real reason we came back to London in the first place. And then we repeated that cycle for weeks.
"Babe," Dan whined on the third of our day twos. "You've been writing forever. Please come back."
"I've only been writing for a few hours or something..." I told him, looking down at my paper.
"Ten. I think those pages would amount to ten, so five minutes left. How am I going to do five whole more minutes? That's like eight more pages... that'll take forever." I mumbled to myself, tapping my pencil on his desk.
I felt a pair of arms drape over my shoulders and onto my chest. A chin rested on the top of my head.
"Bear, please." I groaned. "I really need to write this."
"But I'm lonely and I miss you." He begged. I turned around and ruffled my hair.
"Daniel, I swear to god, don't give me that look." I demanded as he gave me a pathetic, extremely sexy look.
"Why not?" He asked, sitting on my lap.
"Because you're the sexiest thing I've ever seen. Now stop!" I said as I pushed him off.
"You say that like its a bad thing." He pouted, sitting on the floor and laying his head on my leg.
"When I'm trying to work and my boyfriend is trying to have sex with me, there's a problem." I looked down at him.
"Is it a problem because you're leaning more towards me?" Dan teased.
"Yes." I replied shortly. He got up, smirking.
"You should follow your instincts, Phil." He whispered seductively, making me shiver.
"Shut up!" I blushed as he sat down on top of me, his chest close to mine. "I need to write-"
"Not now, you don't." He told me.
"Why are you so convincing?" I mumbled, slamming my lips into his and resting my arms on his shoulders. Feeling him grin, I could almost hear what he was thinking.
He had won.
Again.
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"I should write now." I said an hour later. We were laying in bed together, shirts off, Dan playing with my hair.
"But I don't want you to." He replied simply, twirling a piece of my hair on his finger. I started to protest, but then stopped. I didn't want to get up either, and him playing with my hair felt really, really good.
Dan let out a huge sigh, and I laid my head on his bare chest.
"Who ever thought that uni would be so stressful?" He mumbled, adjusting my fringe. I looked up at the beautiful boy, a million thoughts rushing through my head. But I only said one.
"Right?" I agreed. Then I started to think about all the things I had to do. Studying for a science exam. And eight more pages of a screenplay? I needed to get to work.
