MILLIONAIRE'S CLUB ; Phan

💎Stay💎

"Hey, darling, are you okay? What happened?"

"I-I-I need somewhere to stay. I can't stay here, there's too much stuff of h-him."

"Where are you?"

"My dorm."

"I'm sending a cab, I'll be at the house when you get here."

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He opened the door swiftly, the brunet immediately collapsing onto the older man, breaking out into a fit of sobs and hiccups. Mr. Lester pulled the younger boy into the house, closing the big door behind them. He held his body close, running his hand through Daniel's chocolate hair as he cried and sniffled. 

"It's all my fault,"

"Baby, no, it's not." Phil pulled away, cupping Dan's soft baby cheeks, rubbing away his tears with his thumb. "You didn't do anything." He pulled them into the living room and sat down on the couch. 

"He was in love with me and I-I didn't know. He jumped off a bridge because I didn't love him back."

"He jumped?"

"I don't really know, Claire said he didn't jump he just fell."

"Dan, this isn't your fault. I promise. This isn't your fault. He'll be okay, he's strong. He'll wake up." Phil held Dan's hands in his own, pulling his body against his own. "You can stay here as long as you want."

"I'm so sorry, I feel so bad. You shouldn't have to take care of me."

"No, I'll take care of you, it's okay." Phil kissed Dan's head, once, twice. The brunet looked up, the whole room was dark. He leaned in and connected their lips, his cheeks were damp but the warmth of Phil's hands on his face made them disappear. 

The older man's hands trailed down the boy's sides, Daniel opening his mouth and allowing Phil's tongue to slide into his mouth. Their kissing became heavier, Phil's hands groping Daniel's thighs. The brunet climbed onto the older man's lap, straddling him. Phil kissed down his jaw, biting down onto his skin. He slipped his hands under the brunet's shirt, nails digging into his honey skin softly. Dan squeaked, running his hands through the older man's ebony hair, tugging onto the strands.

"Daddy?" Called a soft voice. The brunet jumped off Phil's lap, his eyes wide as he looked over to the grand staircase. "Why are you kissing Daniel?"

Phil jumped to his feet, swiftly walking over to his son in one stride. He bent down in front of the little boy and held his pudgy hands in both of his. "Honey, you have to promise me you won't tell your mother."

"Why were you-"

"Promise me, Anthony." His voice was stern as he shook the little boy. From where he was, Daniel couldn't see the tears, but he could hear his voice cracking as he spoke up.

"Yes, daddy, I promise."

"Good boy. Come on, let's go back upstairs." He picked up the boy on his hip, looking at the brunet back on the couch as if to tell him he would be right back.

Go, Daniel mouthed. His son needed him and he had been a burden enough, he shouldn't have Phil ignore his son for some college kid. Mr. Lester disappeared into the dark house with his baby son on his hip. Daniel took the time to collect himself, he wiped his eyes and straightened his shirt, taking deep breaths and trying not to think about the situation at hand. 

Ten minutes later Phil crept downstairs, standing in front of the brunet and helping him up. "Come on, you can sleep in the room you slept in last night." Phil held Daniel's hand as they made their way downstairs. 

"Can you be cool with sleeping in that? If I grab clothes Haillie will be suspicious." Phil explained.

The younger boy looked down at himself and noticed he had actually been wearing Phil's clothes from the night before. Then he registered the rest of Phil's words. Haillie didn't know he was here? "Haillie doesn't know I'm here?"

"No, she was already asleep. But I'll explain what happened in the morning and if she throws a fit it doesn't matter, she doesn't pay bills, she doesn't work, she doesn't take care of our son."

"Hey, hey, calm down big man," Dan chuckled, reaching up and kissing the older man on the cheek, loving the feeling of his stubble on his face.

"I know, sorry." Phil chuckled, planting his hands on Daniel's hips.

"Don't say sorry for anything you wanna rant about."

"Alright. Thank you. I have work in the morning so you should get to sleep too if you can." Mr. Lester leaned down and kissed the brunet on the forehead before squeezing his hand and leaving, closing the door behind him.

Dan let out a quick sigh before he stripped out of his pants and fell into the bed. He slipped onto his side and stared up at the wall, the ceiling was so clean and nice, no cracks like the ones from his dorm room. He squeezed his eyes shut and quickly rolled onto his side, praying for sleep.

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Dan was walking on the abandoned bridge, following the yellow lines of the road that cars no longer drove on. His arms were thrown in the air, out like an airplane, one foot in front of another to keep balance so he wouldn't fall off the yellow lines. He watched his feet to keep steady. It was nighttime and dark everywhere else but he felt safe- even if he was afraid of the dark. He wasn't scared because he could see the emerald eyes of the boy in front of him, the same boy whose smile was contagious and laugh always brightened Daniel's day.

"You got it, baby! You look so good." He called back from the couple of yards he was in front of Dan. He was walking backward and smiling at his best friend on the yellow lines.

"Stop walking, I wanna get to you!" Dan called back, a smile tugging on his lips. PJ stopped from where he was, Dan made his way over to him and hugged him tightly, pulling his head into the crock of PJ's neck. 

"I love you, Dan." He whispered. When Daniel looked up, PJ was gone and his arms were empty. He looked around and immediately felt the darkness swarm around him. 

"Peej?" Dan called into the night.

No answer.

"PJ, please!" 

"I told you I loved you, Dan. And you never answered me. You never told me back." His voice was shifting around the bridge, but no figure was around to show PJ.

"I know, I'm so sorry! Please, come back, I'm scared."

"You went and fucked that man. He's married, Daniel."

"I know."

"I love you."

"No this isn't real. You wouldn't do this to me."

"This is real, this is me. You hurt me, Dan."

"No. PJ is too sweet, he would never do this," Dan screamed and screamed into the darkness of the bridge, collapsing onto his knees and clutching his ears.

He jerked awake, eyes sprinkled with water on his cheek. 

PJ would never do this to him, right?