The Man Who Can't Be Moved

A Drunk Mistake?

*Phil's POV*
     we arrived at alfies, the smell of beer already protruding off of every conscience body at the flat. i obviously made the decision not to drink, as i had to take us back to my place, and probably a bunch of other people who had a bit to much to drink.
i sat back quietly and watched dan drink, slowly and innocently. i'm not sure if this is his first time drinking, but it definitely wasn't out of many.
  dan shot me a smile and i melted. he was a few ten feet away from me dancing mindlessly, or adorably, but he clumsily made his way towards me and clung onto my shirt like i was the last living form he has to hold, and i was beyond okay with it.

"Phhhiiiiiilllll" he mumbles. i laugh and acknowledge the highly intoxicated teen.
"yes, you spork?" i say with a smile at the end.
"let's go upstairs, i have to tell you someeetthhinnggg"
i was like putty in this guys hands, and i'm okay with it.

he grabs my arm and pulls me up the stairs, as if i'm the one who needs assistance.
he pulls me into a bedroom. it looks like someone younger, maybe alfies sister, that was a year or two older than us?

he pushed me on the bed and i looked up at him with innocence in my eyes
"what is it you needed to tell me, dan?" i ask
"it's just that. i'm really drunk. and really happy. and i don't need the alcohol to make me happy. i need you. and i don't know what i'm saying, i don't know if i'm gay or bi or pan or if i'm just an idiot, but i'm saying i'm hooked on this guy named Phil Lester, and he's sitting right in front of me.

i couldn't speak. i was speechless, and beyond excited. i knew i felt things for dan, and i knew that things were escalating, so i'm really excited to see where tonight goes.
"dan howell, i'm so happy you said something. shut up and kiss me" i demanded

i think the boy likes to be demanded, as his face turned a beautiful shade of pink and he innocently raised his hands, resting his arms in my shoulders and putting his hands along my jawline.

that kiss was the best kiss is ever had. our lips fit perfectly in each other's, our hands perfect for the size of the others face. he slipped his tongue on my bottom lip, asking for entrance. i happily allowed, debating on whether or not i should bite his lip.

i go for it, causing a moan to escape his mouth. this man is absolutely beautiful, and so are his moans.

i moved down his chin, towards his jawline, kissing every inch of his face, making sure he knows he's appreciated.
i work my way down his neck, finding the spot that makes him melt. i look at him, giving him a smirk, basically begging him if i could keep going. he nodded and reassured me it was okay.

i bit and sucked on the spot a bit, but not enough to leave marks. i leave marks somewhere unnoticeable, so it won't be embarrassing for me or him.

i then kiss down his chest, towards his bellybutton and waistline. he was scarily skinny, but still beautiful. i opened my eyes and stopped, scared of what i saw.
i saw cuts. cuts on top of cuts on top of cuts.
how could someone do beautiful ruin their own skin. how could someone so wonderful hate themselves so much they take it out on themselves?

i was too excited to stop what i was doing, i decided i'd talk to him about it in the morning. carrying on, i proceed to lick up and down his stomach; paying special attention to the mutilated spots and kissing them hard. letting him know that they are loved just as much as he is

then, i tug at his belt, asking for permission to work with what he has. he allows it, but not without a little bit of a tease. i was beyond thankful for the man laying underneath of me.

he finally pulled down his trousers, and pants, and revealed his already hard, throbbing member. i was speechless, this guy was huge! i blushed a bit, taken aback by what he has. dan saw me jerk and asked me what's wrong. i told him nothing and breathed hot breaths on him. i'm guessing this excited him as he let out more moans every time i exhaled.