Better Than Me

Chapter 6

chapter notes: okay i'm aware this chapter is pretty shitty but i promise it starts getting more interesting soon <3

thanks for all the support and hype for this fic, i really appreciate how excited you guys are for the chapters to be released. this chapter contains smut btw so just a warning. the creator of this chapter cover is @ on instagram.

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Dan turned fucking crimson.

Sure, Phil had gotten cheeky and flirty before, but this. This. This was different. Now Phil clearly didn't feel so bad about embarrassing him.

Dan didn't even know what to reply. The thought of Phil catching him no longer was humiliating to Dan, the phantasm of guilt long gone. It was now just really fucking hot to him. He sat down on his bed and drafted a few texts to send.

Dan: maybeeee

Delete.

Dan: oh no you caught me

Delete.

Dan: PHIL

Delete.

None of them seemed to work. A part of him wanted to encourage Phil to continue, so he finally sent him a real text:

Dan: oh my god i'm blushing so hard rn

Phil: I wish I was there to see x

Dan's cheeks were sore from grinning and blushing so hard. He giggled audibly and sent another flirty text.

Dan: to see what, me blushing or something else ;) x

Phil: Shit
Phil: Definitely both

Dan: sometime, i wanna wait for the right moment xx
Dan: but i'm definitely not opposed to seeing you either ;)

Phil: I'm glad you want to wait for the right moment
Phil: I do too xx
Phil: But it's hard to resist you

Dan: is it?

Phil: Very
Phil: You're so beautiful Dan
Phil: When we were kissing earlier, I just wanted to press you into the couch

Dan: fuck

Dan audibly squealed, sitting up and switching over to lay on his belly. Phil's flirty texts were fucking hot, and he whimpered as his hips brushed against the mattress. His young, horny mind could barely take it. He decided he needed to get out of his jeans, like, yesterday, and keep texting Phil.

Dan: i would like that very much

He sent the text quickly before hopping up to get out of his skinny jeans. He unbuttoned, unzipped and wiggled out of them until he was only in his t-shirt and boxer briefs. Once he settled back to laying on his tummy in his bed, he had received another text.

Phil: It won't be awkward the next time I see you if I keep texting you right

Dan: it won't for me

Phil: Okay

Dan: so back to pinning me down to the couch
Dan: what else would you do to me
Dan: theoretically, if it wasn't too early

God, Dan sounded like such a fucking slut, like such a fuckboy, but now, he didn't care. He rutted his hips into the mattress and mewled softly, excited for Phil's answer.