MILLIONAIRE'S CLUB ; Phan

💎Oops?💎

Dan climbed the stairs, humming to himself as he did so. He spun around at the landing and headed for Ant's room. Halfway through his "chores", the boy woke up, since then Dan kind of gave up on cleaning the giant house and just let Ant crash it all over again. But right when Dan was making lunch the toddler stormed up the stairs and hadn't come back down since. The brunet balanced a tray of food on his right hand, PB&J (with the crusts cut off) with a couple of sliced up strawberries and a pudding cup. 

Just as Daniel went to pass Phil's office, he was going to pop in and say hello, just in inform him on what Dan had accomplished. He poked his head in the slightly ajar door, opening his mouth to speak but snapping his closed when he took in what was happening before him. Phil's head was thrown back against the leather chair, his mouth hanging open and his hand down his shorts, little groans emitting from his mouth. He didn't see Dan, the younger boy stepped back quickly, nearly dropping the tray, his heart beating so hard in his chest he was sure that it would break his ribs. Then he heard it,

"Dan," 

His eyes widened quickly, his left hand snapping up to his mouth and covering his lips. His knees were shaky and he was sure that they would buckle. He high-tailed to Ant's room, shutting the door behind him and barracking himself with the boy and Lego toys as if that would stop him from thinking about Mr. Lester's handsome face and his hand down his pants. He let out a shaky breath, smiling to the little boy as he looked up at Daniel.

"Lunch?" He offered weakly. The boy dropped what he was doing and raised his hands up, motioning from Dan to drop the tray. 

"Play with me?"

"After you eat, Ant." Daniel watched as Ant played with one hand and ate with the other. The older of the two cracked the door open, listening intensely. Why the fuck had Phil moaned Dan's name? It had to be an accident, right? Like an 'oops he was the first person on my mind', kind of accident, right? After hearing nothing else, he shut the door, relaxing against the wood. It was best if he just didn't think about it, but that was the problem, he couldn't. And the more he thought about it, the more he had a growing problem. His mind kept going back to Mr. Lester moaning his name, his big hands working on his length.

Dan dropped his head against the door, bringing his knees to his chest. Dear Lord, what had he gotten himself into? This man was married and thirty-one while Dan was twenty-four. He had a kid and a (shit) wife! Dan was the freaking babysitter for christ sake, what kind of movie drama had he walked in on? 

Then it hit him.

What Phil bi? Gay, at least? Was Haillie a cover-up? He did seem very accepting and understanding when Dan mentioned his homophobic parents. Would elder Mr. and Mrs. Lester shame him for it? That's why he got married and had a kid, the ultimate cover-up. But then again Dan knew gay men who faked it for longer and had way more than just a toddler. 

A little knock came from the other side of the room, then a twist of the handle. Dan quickly scurried from his place by the door, the frame opening and Phil popping his head in, a big smile on his face. Dan's heart dropped. "Hey guys," 

"Hi, daddy." Ant said, shoveling a berry into his mouth. "Dan made lunch."

"You did?" He turned to the brunet. "Make me any?" He chuckled, but Dan was so far caught up in five minutes ago that he missed the joke entirely.

"I mean I can make you something, I just thought-"

"No, it's okay. Please don't, you're not a maid." Phil laughed, stepping inside and sliding down the door, his foot touching Dan's knee once he was sat. He leaned over his legs, picking up a couple Lego's and clicking them together.

"Daddy, no!" Ant cried. "I'm using them." His pudgy fingers reached for the block in his father's hand, a tiny scowl on his face.

"My deepest apologies, I hadn't known. Dan and I will just play Jenga then, won't we Dan?" He looked at the boy, an eyebrow raised.

"Oh, yeah. They're over here," Dan got on his knees and crawled over by Ant's toy chest, his ass in the air as he pulled out the box. He could feel Mr. Lester's eyes on his. When he sat back down Phil was smirking, but quickly wiped it off with a friendly smile.

They played a game of Jenga, Dan's heart jumping every time Phil's fingers would brush against his. Once the tower dropped, Phil gathered all of the blocks and put them back inside their box, Daniel standing as he did so. 

"Hey, Ant, I'm gonna use the bathroom. I'll be right back, okay?" Dan said to the toddler, side-stepping Phil on his way to the door. He nearly fell getting down the stairs, beelining for the bathroom door. It was only then when he got his heart to stop beating so hard and his hands to stop shaking. He was in there for a good three minutes when a knock on the door made him jump. He flushed the toilet to make it seem like he had actually done anything before splashing his hands with water.

"Hey, sorry," Dan said once he opened the door and met Phil at the other side.

"It's fine, can I talk to you, though?" Without warning, Dan grabbed Phil by his face and pulled their lips together, the older man knocking against the wall that separated them from the living room and the front door. His hands found the small of Daniel's back and pulled him closer, kissing him back hard on the mouth.

Mr. Lester slipped his tongue into Dan's mouth, the younger boy rolling his hips against Phil's. Phil pushed his hands up Dan's shirt, desperate to touch any part of his exposed skin, he moved down the boy's jaw, then neck before returning back up to his mouth. He grabbed Dan by the waist and spun him around, pushing him against the wall, hicking his left leg up around his waist. Dan rolled his hips again, finding a nice motion as he ground against the older man.

Click. 

They both froze, listening as the door opened and in stepped the familiar sound of high-heels. Phil pulled away, eyes wide as he rushed to fix Dan, matting his hair and straightening his shirt before fleeing into the bathroom.

Dan was left with a raging hard-on, swollen lips, and lungs that contained no air.