CHOKING ON FLOWERS ; phan

19

FIFTEEN DAYS AFTER ; 2008

"The police have launched a full scale investigation on the sudden disappearance of four high school students, Chris Kendall, PJ Liguori, Philip Lester and Daniel Howell..." The window shield wipers move back and forth, pushing the thick raindrops to the side, the scene almost hypnotic. They were speeding down the highway, the shotgun Phil used to kill PJ with was tucked nicely in the backseat along with various amounts of clothes for the both of them. The plan was to escape to the country side of the UK, the police wouldn't look to far outside of the state without leads.

Dan leaned against the cold window, suggesting that they get a hotel for the night. Phil happily agreed and pulled into the closest town possible.

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"Hey hot stuff," A girl jumped out of her seat as soon as Phil passed her and her friends. The boys decided to go out and grab a bite to eat a local bar, neither of them old enough to drink, but old enough to eat, and that's all that mattered at this point. "What's your name?" She purred, her manicured hand resting delicately on Phil's shoulder as she walked to keep up with him. 

"Go find us a table." Phil whispered into Dan's ear, giving him a slight push away from the pair as Phil quickly turned around and chatted with the girl. Dan grumbled as sat down at a round table, a slender man making his way over with a pad of paper and a pen tucked nicely behind his ear.

"Can I get you anything to drink to start you off with?" He smiled, his dyed electric blue hair looked greasy and uncombed, a 9'o-clock shadow was coming in over his chin.

"Can I get a beer?"

"I'll have to see an ID, and I'm afraid you don't look twenty-one." The man smirked, looking the brunet over, causing a spark of confidence to flow through the boy. Dan's eyes caught on a white name tag, Ben.

"How old are you, Ben?" Dan asked, resting his chin in the palm of his hand. Dan's eyes flicked over Ben's hand, his fingers drumming softly onto the table.

"Afraid to say I'm nineteen. How about you...?" The man filed in space as to ask what Daniel's name was.

"James," Dan quickly said, using his middle name in case the boy was familiar was the police case floating around. "And I'm eighteen, completely legal." He lied again, wiggling his eyebrows at the older boy.

Ben chuckled, tucking away his notepad and having a seat in the chair across from Dan. "How about this, you give me your number and I'll smuggle you a beer." 

"I actually don't have a phone," Third lie of the night. Dan leaned across the table and placed his hand over Ben's, the boys eyes dragging down from Dan's shoulder to look over their hands. "I'll do you one better."

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Dan laughed shamelessly as he walked back to his hotel room, Ben trailing closely behind, his hands on Dan's hips as the younger boy swiped the card across the pad to unlock the door. Thankfully, Phil had decided to stay out late and flirt with that girl from the bar, so Dan had the room all to himself- and Ben. Dan wasted no time kissing up the older boys neck, the alcohol had finally gone to his head, giving him a slight buzz of satisfaction. Ben roughly groped Daniel, leaning down to capture the brunet's lips between his own. Dan couldn't help but think that Ben tasted like cigarettes and cheap toothpaste- nothing like Phil's syrup and strawberries. 

Something deep down told Dan that he didn't really want Ben, but then he remembered that girl flirting with Phil at the bar and it caused him to slip his hands under Ben's shirt, his fingers gliding over Ben's toned skin, pushing himself up against the boy. Ben groaned into Dan's mouth, moving down Dan's collar bones, pulling away slightly to breathe out a soft, "Let's take this to the bed, yeah?"

Dan frantically nodded, tugging Ben around the corner to the queen sized bed and throwing himself down, watching as Ben tugged off his clothes. They kissed harshly, hands roaming in lust and minds clouded over with intoxication. Dan didn't even hear the door open until someone was dragging Ben off the bed, throwing him against the wall.

"Phil! What the hell!" Dan yelled, sitting up quickly to see that Phil had Ben pinned against the white walls, eyes filled with rage and pure hatred.

"He didn't tell me he had a boyfriend," Ben quickly raised his hands in protest, backing against the wall more to try and put space between him and the murderous Phil Lester.

"He's not my boyfriend," Dan groaned, standing up and trying to shake Phil away from the boy. "Please, Phil, come on." Then, all at once, Phil spun around, his hand connecting to Dan's cheek so suddenly it knocked the brunet to the ground, his palms burned as they scraped against the hoarse carpet. 

"Whoa! Man, that's not cool-" 

"Get the fuck out," Phil cut him off, grabbing the rest of Ben's clothes and pushing him to the door. "If I ever see you again, I'll fucking kill you." 

Dan tried to look up through watering eyes but was greeted with blurry vision as tears welled in his eyes, he quickly wiped them away and standing up in only his boxers and T-shirt. He looked up to see Phil drinking him in, milky white thighs and all. Dan suddenly felt the confidence he had with Ben drain from him as Phil stared at him, want practically radiating off the older boy.

"So you'll sleep with some random guy, but not me?" Phil said, his voice oddly calm as if he didn't just threaten to murder a man.

"I don't know where you got the idea that I've ever slept around before, I've only ever slept with you. PJ and I didn't even do that..." Dan's voice wavered as he spoke, he cursed himself for looking so weak.

Shock hit Phil like a brick, he quickly tried to retrace his words but Daniel wasn't having it. "Just because we aren't a thing, doesn't mean you get to threaten to kill everyone I meet! No one at school ever talked to me in fear, Phil. Do you know how lonely that is? Half the time you didn't even acknowledge me anyways, you always shook me off in attempt to look cool in front of your junior friends."

"Baby, I-"

"No, shut up, I don't care anymore. I'm going to bed." Dan grumbled, wiping his eyes with his shirt before climbing into the big bed, pulling the white comforter over his head and rolling onto his side, squeezing his eyes shut.

The bed dipped as Phil sat down, climbing under the blankets in attempt to find the boy he was so desperately fond of. Phil wrapped his arm around Dan's waist, pulling their bodies together, his head laid in the crook of Daniel's neck.

"I'm sorry, baby, really."

"It's okay." Dan mumbled, lacing his hand with Phil's. "I know I'm younger than you, but it doesn't mean I'm childish."

"I know, darling. I just want you to myself." 

Dan suddenly rolled over, peering into Phil's blue eyes before speaking. "Then have me."

a/n

deadass used the same concept in this and photoshop, kill me.