asshole!rich!phil with sassy!dan?? don't mind if i do.
Phil lifted his chin upwards, rolling his eyes. "Don't you know who I am?"
"Of course!" Dan replied, indignant. "You're Phil Lester, the entitled asshole."
Phil growled, his temper getting the best of him. "In this town," he spat, "you are nothing. You should be grateful I'm showing you the time of day!"
Dan rolled his eyes. "You think you're a fucking treasure, but trust me honey, you're not." The smirk on his face made Phil want to slam him into a wall and kiss him thoroughly or strangle him. Phil wasn't sure which one felt like the better option in this moment.
He didn't like it when people didn't bend over backwards to serve him. The thing is, due to the power his authority had, coming from an extremely rich family, very few challenged him like this young man did.
Phil pushed past him, satisfied when he heard him grunt, displeased. Who cared what this man thought anyway? He wasn't anything special in this town. His looks were mediocre at best, so really Phil was doing him a favor by chatting him up. Phil was the best thing that could've happened to him; it's his own fault if he let the chance slip through his fingers.
Instead, he offers his proposition to another man. This man merely smirked, because he wasn't stupid. He knew he could only benefit. This man did bend to his will.
Still, Phil was intrigued by the sassy young man who turned him down. A rare thing too. He's never interested in anybody when he can have anyone.
(But not Dan, apparently.)
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The next time Phil sees him, he's hanging out in the town square, laughing with some of his friends. Phil subtly checked out his friends.
Two women, and one man. The two women were similar looking; they had dark brown hair and kind eyes. The man had his hair dyed blue, which Phil thought was rather strange. None of them appeared to be anything special.
Dan really down-graded if he chose these people to be his friends. Dan was a lot more interesting, at any rate.
"Hey," The man next to Phil nudged him. Phil turned to look at his recent conquest with annoyance. He was also nothing special; Phil hadn't even bothered to learn his name. "I thought you wanted to hang out with me."
"I do, lovely," Phil said smoothly, watching as crimson filled the man's cheeks. "I just got distracted."
The man laughed, a rather low sound. Phil didn't even feel bad for lying to him.
When Phil glanced back at Dan, he nearly choked on his spit. Dan was kissing the blue-haired man.
What did it matter anyway? Why did he care if this random guy has a boyfriend or something? He doesn't care. Really, he doesn't. That's why he pulls out his phone and checks the time, faking an excuse to go home. The man appears annoyed; Phil is not a good actor.
He's not bothered. He really isn't.
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He gets his number from the friend of a friend.
If you change your mind, you know where to find me. -PL
Dan doesn't respond to his message, choosing to block his number instead.
Why is he trying so hard for a man who doesn't want him?
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"Oh god," the man whimpered, throwing his head back as Phil's mouth goes lower and lower, nipping roughly.
Phil hummed, pleased to get the tension out of his body. If there was anything he knew how to do, it was to pleasure someone. (He's still not sure how to get someone out of his head, though.)
It feels good, it really does, to feel the man's legs shake. To hear someone moan and groan his name, their voice oozing with lust. It makes his confidence soar, along with his ego.
"Phil," the man whined. "Don't leave me hanging."
Then his phone rang. That happens a lot due to his reputation, but not very often during this kind of situation. He normally remembers to turn it off.
Phil gives him a suggestive look before picking up the phone and answering it. "Hello?" he answered, before getting back to attending to the man.
"I think I did change my mind," The caller said, and for a moment, Phil's mind was blank. Then he recognized who it was. It was Dan.
"Should I even give you the chance?" Phil huffed. "Besides, why are you suddenly turning to me?"
"Does it matter?" Dan aggressively shot back. "You were the one who wanted me to. Don't make this harder than it has to be."
Phil bit his lip, considering his options. Dan could easily change his mind if he doesn't say yes immediately. The guy he's with at the moment doesn't matter anyway. "Send me your address and I'll be there," he decided.
"Don't keep me waiting," Dan tells him, then hangs up.
The man is too far gone to worry about the conversation. Phil quickly finishes getting him off, and although he offers to help him out, Phil doesn't let him. He shoos him out of his house, and heads over to Dan's place.
The first thing he notices is that Dan's house is small, but all houses are compared to his. When Dan lets him in, he notices that it's a really cozy house. It's easy to navigate, especially compared to Phil's various hallways and rooms at his mansion-like home.
Dan leads him to his bedroom, pushing the door open gently.
"Nice," Phil commented quietly, although it isn't anything impressive. He figured if he was an asshole and brought up his wealth, Dan would kick him out. Rightfully so, of course.
"It's comfortable," Dan shrugged. "I like it, and that's all that matters."
"So you don't care if other people hate it or something?"
"No. I'd just laugh at them. I don't care what they have to say about something I love."
Phil kind of wished he was like that too. He felt the need to impress people, so he bought fancy, expensive things. He likes it, of course, so who cares if he spends hundreds of dollars on a jacket? A cheaper one would've been fine, though.
Phil sat down on the bed. "So, how do you want to do this?"
Dan gives him a confused look, before it dawns on him. "That's not what I called you over for!" He stammered, his cheeks going red.
Phil smiled. A flustered Dan was rather cute. "Then what did you want?"
"Someone to talk to, I guess." Dan sighed, flopping down on the bed. "All of my friends are his friends, and I'm sure they're on his side anyway..."
"Who?" Phil asked.
"My boyfriend," Dan told him. "Well, ex boyfriend. He wants nothing to do with me now. I don't know what to do."
Phil didn't know what to do either. He didn't comfort people, and when he did, it was normally through sex. "Were you in love with him?" He decided to ask, though he's not sure why such a simple question makes him anxious.
"I don't know. What I do know is that I don't think I'll ever feel like that again. That's the problem."
It stung slightly, to hear him say that.
Phil clenched his jaw. "If it's such a big problem to you," he hissed, "maybe you should just try throwing yourself at people. It helps with the emptiness, I assure you."
His sudden irritation surprised him too. Dan looked shocked for a moment, before giving him a look of pity. "Phil," he sighed.
"What?" Phil growled. "Do you need to complain more? Maybe you should be grateful you were in love and someone loved you back! Some people don't get that, you know!"
"Some people," Dan mused. "Like yourself?"
Phil froze.
---TO BE CONTINUED---
