Phan Oneshots

I Thought I Was Alone

Plot: no spoilers but ;)
Words: 1402
One part and NSFW

I walked into the apartment and called out. "PHIL?"

I waited for a second but heard no reply, he must have still been out jogging.

I went to my room after I put away the groceries and shut my bedroom door behind me.

I was craving touch, and I couldn't wait for it right now.

I pulled off my pants and jumped into bed, wanting to get done before Phil got home.

I got comfortable under the sheets and bit my lip as I closed my eyes and reached down and pressed my fist against my boxers, and I inhaled sharply.

I imagined Phil pressing against me, pinning my hands above my head and whispering dominantly into my ear.

I pulled my boxers down and dropped them onto the ground beside me, and I thought about Phil stroking me.

I sighed as I touched my dick, and thought about him sucking on my neck, leaving love bites to show I was his.

I took my length in my hand and slowly pumped, as I thought about him stroking me hard and fast.

I moaned as a knot began to form in my stomach and I groaned loudly, "Phil."

I panted as I panted faster and kept moaning his name, over and over.

"Yes, Phil! Yes," I moaned as I felt myself getting close.

I felt myself climaxing and I scrunched my toes as I held onto it.

I imagined him sucking hard and bobbing his head up and down fast as I pulled his hair and I moaned his name one last time before releasing and feeling the wetness around my legs.

I caught my breath as I opened my eyes, letting the dream melt away and I saw a figure standing at the entrance of my bedroom in my peripheral vision, and I looked over and widened my eyes as I saw Phil staring at me, with his mouth open and the most confused and shocked look I'd ever seen him give.

Some of his raven hair had fallen from his quiff and had stuck to his forehead, and his glasses were slightly wonky. He wore the navy blue jacket I liked so much and had on a pair of black shorts that suited him perfectly.

I felt my face go red as my heart started beating out of my chest, and I tried to form words as I sat up, covering myself with my sheets.

"I- Phil- I-" I stuttered as I felt my face go hot and my vision went blurry as I looked down at my lap and closed my eyes in shame.

It was quiet for too long and as I was trying to swallow the lump in my throat, I heard my door slam.

I burst into tears, thinking of everything that would change.

I'd ruined my best and only friendship, all because my horny thoughts wouldn't shut up.

I hit my bedhead hard as I sobbed weakly, and buried my face in my hands.

He thinks I'm a sick freak, great job Dan. You ruined it like you ruin everything, and now you have no one.

I sobbed for a few seconds when I felt a hand on my shoulder and I jumped, leaping backwards as Phil sat on the edge of my bed.

I wiped my nose and my eyes, and my voice broke as I weakly said, "Why haven't you gone yet?"

"I couldn't leave you, Dan. I've seen a lot of things in my life that I wasn't meant to," he says softly and any other hope I had in my heart completely shattered.