Your shorts are short and I like it

4: Shh

Sorry about my nonexistent updating schedule. I'm gonna try to get a chapter out every 3 days, don't hesitate in spamming me if I haven't updated within those 3 days.

Thank you for reading this book.

Dan's pov

I sighed as I climbed out of my warm bed and into the subzero room.

Damn, did I need to pee.

I tiptoed to the bathroom connected to my and Phil's room, trying not to wake the snoring older boy, not noticing his eyes were open and him faking being asleep.

After sorting my problem out, I tried to walk as quietly as possible back to my bed.

Before I made it one step past Phil's bed, two hands shot out and grabbed my waist, pulling me down onto Phil's bed and caging me underneath him.

Before I could scream, a pale pink whistle was shoved between my parted lips.

Phil's husky voice invaded my senses. "Don't make a sound, princess."

I tried to complain and move away, by the whistle squealed pathetically and Phil pinned me to the bed with his hips pressing into mine, letting me feel his hard on he was supporting.

He gently brushed his lips from my nonexistent jawline to my neck, lightly biting and sucking on the skin.

My hips bucked up into his, craving the friction that would help my now painfully hard self to find release.

The whistle let off a slight higher pitch whisper, causing me to receive a slap on my inner thigh, the whistle releasing the same noise once more.

So I did what I thought was smart in this situation, I spat the whistle out, burying my face into the pillow beside me and moaned into it as Phil left yet another bruise on my delicate neck.

The larger boy shifted slightly, his thigh pressing into the most painfully uncomfortable part of my body.

I hissed through my teeth at the sensation as he rubbed me slightly.

Just as I was about to enter nirvana, he stopped.

He rolled over slightly, me still in his arms, so that I was sat in his thigh. "I think you know what you must do, angel" his husky voice sounding even deeper and caused me to pant slightly at how good he looked.

Disheveled hair, swollen lips, dilated pupils, harsh breathing and his face a light pink.

I don't think I looked very different to him in this moment.

I placed my hand onto his shoulders for stability as I rolled my hips into his thigh, releasing a whimper at the sensation.

He smirked and shifted me so when I rolled again, my hips made direct contact with his.

I kept rolling my hips, my movements getting faster and rougher as I kept going. Out of nowhere, Phil slapped my ass, causing my mouth to open in a silent scream of pleasure.

He slapped me again, grabbing my hips and thrusting up onto me.

Soon enough, I exploded in my underwear, him following suit.

My eyes were running slightly from how amazing that was.

He hushed me and wiped away my tears, lightly rubbing my ass, trying to make me feel better.

He then pulled me back into the bed again, curling his body around mine as he stroked my hair and let me know that "I was amazing."

I smiled, knowing I had satisfied him and myself.

With that happy thought, I fell into a peaceful slumber once again.

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I awoke later on to find Phil smiling down at me, already dressed and ready for the day while I was still in my underwear.

I burned bright red as I remembered what had happened.

He chuckled at my response and picked me up bridal style, placing me down onto my clean, made bed with my uniform beside me, a black thong placed on the top.

My face burned again at the thought of him going through my underwear.

I ignored him as I snatched my clothes and scampered to the bathroom, having a quick shower, shaving everything before washing off my lemon sherbet scented body wash before getting out and drying myself off.

I stared at myself in the mirror.

Thighs too chubby.

Butt too big.

Arms too skinny.

Stomach too round.

Still have baby fat, even at the age of sixteen.

I sighed at my appearance before getting dressed.

I stepped out of the steamy shower to see Phil sat on his bed, looking through his bag.

I sped over to my bed, making sure my bag was packed for the first official day of learning, slipping on my shoes before running out of the room and to my first lesson, Divination.

I didn't notice the black haired boy sniffle as he looked at a picture of a woman who looked like him, a tear rolling down his cheek before furiously scrubbing it away and rushing to go Care For Magical Creatures.

I didn't notice the white lines on his wrist either, or the way he limped slightly, using his bag to cover the dark red mark seeping through his trousers in a line.

I didn't notice any of this, too caught up in my happiness to be at school again to notice someone hurting in more ways than I thought was possible.