MILLIONAIRE'S CLUB ; Phan

💎Daniel💎

Sin Warning! 

Dan slammed his dorm room door, a long sigh coming from his nose, like an angry bull. He was sure that steam was coming off him, his nervous energy always had a way to radiate around him, wafting in and out of rooms, drifting from vent to vent. 

He severed his feet from his shoes, tugging off his socks on his way to the kitchen. PJ was out tonight, some party that Dan had to miss. He didn't care though, he had a way more exciting day than anything PJ was experiencing right now. His lips still tingled at the thought of Mr. Lester kissing him up the wall, but following the feeling was a big heavy rock of guilt. He was married, and six years older than Dan. He had a kid while Dan could barely manage himself. What if something did happen between them? It wasn't like he was going to leave Haillie for him, not for some broke college kid who could barely come to terms with his own sexuality.

He really hoped Peej wasn't drunk when he turned up, Dan needed to vent.

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He was there for thirty seconds when Dan arrived the next day, he smiled and kissed Ant on the head, bidding Dan farewell. They never made eye contact. Dan could see why, in a way he was happy, but he wanted more. He needed more. He wanted answers. So he waited all day, being extra nice to Ant because it was on his toes. He smiled at Mrs. Lester and made her favorite dinner (for which she didn't come out for) but that didn't matter. Because in the end, he was the one staying up every night waiting for him to come back, and not her.

He could barely contain himself once he tucked Ant into bed, he even gave the boy a kiss on the head. 

He crept down the stairs and cleaned the house from the tornado that was Anthony Lester. He spent almost two hours picking up toys and doing the dishes, throwing a load of laundry into the washer. He had his earbuds in so he didn't hear the front door open, but he did notice that Phil arrived when he smacked into his chest on his way out of the kitchen. 

"Oh my God!" He yelled, quickly covering his mouth as if it would suck back in the loud cry he just made. He had jumped back when he slammed into Phil, and it hadn't occurred to him that Phil's hand flew out and caught him by the waist, heat spreading throughout his waist. "I am so sorry."

"It's okay, sorry I startled you." The older man dropped his hand, cold separating the warmth from Daniel's skin. "I wanted to talk to you, though. About yesterday," He wandered into the kitchen, leaning against the island. He wasn't wearing his suit jacket, only the white button up and even then his tie was discarded along with the top button around his neck that now hung limply by his collar bone. 

The younger boy sucked in a shaky breath, nodding for Phil to continue. 

"I wanted to apologize, formally. I understand if you no longer want to work for us, and I respect that. But I wanted you to know that we really do appreciate what you do around here-"

"-we' as in you and Ant? Not Haillie." Dan cocked his head to the side.

The older man smiled sadly. "Yeah, I'm sorry about that. I  really do enjoy you being around, I think it brings nice energy into the house. Normally I walk on eggshells around here- in my own home, imagine that. But I understand if you want to discontinue." 

Daniel stepped forward towards his boss, shoulders thrown back and lips pressed together. He smiled once he was about three inches away, a foreign power surrounding him. He felt untouchable like he had every control over this older man. The way his eyes were trained on Daniel's, those iris' flicking over his body, anticipating his next action. Dan let his hand carefully fall down Phil's bicep, lightly tracing the muscle through his shirt. He stepped closer, their chests pressed together but Phil kept his hands to himself, almost scared that he was a mirage. Dan's mouth hovered just in front of Phil's, his head cocked to the side so their noses weren't touching but he could smell the pasta that Mr. Lester ate for lunch. "I don't know..." Dan whispered. "The only reason I keep this job is because I'm broke and I really need to afford college right now."

"The only reason?" Phil breathed out, his hands hovering over Dan's waist.

"I don't know," Dan kissed his cheek, then down his jaw, holding back a smile every time he felt Phil suck in a breath. Was he really seducing a thirty-one-year-old man? "You tell me." He smirked up at Phil, watching as something changed inside the older man. He quickly grabbed Dan by the hips, throwing him up against the island, attacking his lips. Phil held a metal grip on Daniel's waist, hoisting him up on the counter before spreading his legs and standing between them. He kissed at Dan's lips harshly, but still all-too-sweet. A wave of arousal swept over the younger boy as he felt Phil's hands slip under his shirt, his lips leaving Dan's and trailing down his neck. He sucked dark hickeys over Daniel's skin, the younger boy threading his hair through Phil's.

Suddenly Phil pulled him off the counter, the brunet managing to stand on shaky knees. He cupped Dan's cheek and stared him dead in the eyes. "Promise to tell me if I step past the line?"

"Promise." Dan nodded, kissing his lips again. "Now fuck me." 

And that was all Phil needed, he spun Dan around, unbuttoning the boy's jeans and sliding them off his hips. The material crashed to the ground with a very soft clink of the button. Mr. Lester rubbed Dan through his boxers, the younger boy dipping his head into his arms, his shoulder blades popping out through his back. Phil pushed up his shirt, kissing the sandy expanse of his lover's skin. 

Then his hands were gone and Dan was left panting, suddenly noticing how cold the kitchen was without clothes on. Then the drop of Phil's pants reassured him that the older man was, in fact, coming back. In more ways than one. The older man dropped Dan's underwear, rubbing a hand over the boys bottom before giving it a soft smack, earning a soft yelp from the younger boy. 

"Quiet, baby. We just got started." Phil reminded, his breath hot on the shell of Daniel's ear. A cold, and wet, finger prodded at Dan's entrance, the younger boy pushing out his bottom and straightening his back, gripping onto the other end of the island as he felt Phil enter a finger, a shudder running down his spine. He moaned quietly, pressing his hot forehead against the cold marble of the counter.

Mr. Lester fingered him for a moment before adding another, scissoring him until he thought he was fully stretched. "Oh, fuck," Dan gasped when he felt the head of Phil's length, his mouth hanging open when the older man pushed in all of the way. Phil groaned once he bottomed out, grabbing onto Dan's hips so he could get a fluid motion going. He pulled out before pushing back in, Dan's ass rippling as he fucked into him. 

"Baby," Phil moaned when he felt Dan push back against his member, the brunet losing himself in a series of soft gasps and moans. Phil reached around to Daniel's mouth, pushing his fingers past his teeth to muffle the growing noises that he was emitting. 

The younger boy rolled his head back once Phil hit the spot, the younger man grinning as he pushed into him again and again. Spit dripped down Dan's chin and coated Phil's fingers, the scene all too much for Phil to take in. Five minutes later Dan was coming against the kitchen counter, his body sagging against the sweat-covered marble. Phil kept fucking into him, the younger whining every time he pushed in. Soon enough, Phil had joined Dan on cloud 9, soaring through the clouds on a feeling he hadn't had since years ago when Haillie decided he wasn't worth sleeping with anymore. 

He pulled out and dressed before helping to clean up the brunet.

"Come on," He kissed Dan's mouth once he was dressed. "Let me drive you home."

a/n

what a cliche, but you love it so whatever

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