Dan waddled up the stone steps to Phil's house. He felt queasy with each step, he definitely should not have drunken that extra blowjob. Hiccup.
His stomach feels like it's been breaking down a chainsaw and his vision dims with each passing second, he swears he can hear the ticking of a clock berating inside his head.
As soon as his fingers reach up towards the support bar-that he vaguely remembers helping to install for Phil's Grandma- his arms feels weighed down by a thousand bricks. He feels his throat retch, but he pushes on as he really needs to see Phil.
He's just about manages to muster up all the strength to ring the door bell, the sound reverberating in his ear drums causing him to keen at the sound, when suddenly the force to which pushes up the bile from his stomach through his throat reaches astronomical levels.
It's comical really, that it's as soon as Phil has opened the door-shirtless, though Dan tries to ignore that rather distracting detail- that Dan projectile vomits onto the lester welcome mat, earning a shriek of surprise from the man before him.
"Fuck! Dan- what are you- come lets get you inside!"
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