Headache

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It was a scorching day in the middle of June, and with Dan's birthday just a few weeks away, Phil was getting a headache.
"Not again!" Phil cried as he headed back to the train station, dragging bags of bagels, shower gel and more black skinny jeans home with him. There had been no gift ideas that caught Phil's eye, and he badly needed to get Dan a present.
Phil arrived home, fumbling with his keys until he found the right one, slotting it into the door.
"I'm home!" Cried Phil weakly as he stepped through the door. Dropping the bags on the floor, he sunk into the sofa, enjoying the relaxation.
"You're back." A smiling Dan stood in the doorway. But a worried expression soon clouded his face.
"Are you okay?" Dan hurried over to Phil and pulled Phil on this lap.
"Headache again," Phil groaned. Dan stroked Phil's hair.
"I'll get you some paracetamol." He stood, bending to plant a kiss on Phil's cheek.
As Dan left the room, Phil dropped his head into his hands. He could hear Dan crashing around in the kitchen, searching for Phil's special comfort glass that Dan had bought him a year earlier. Returning with paracetamol and the glass full of water, Dan once again pulled Phil onto his lap, placing the tablet into Phil's trembling mouth and washing it down with some water. As Phil's swallowed it all, Dan placed a long kiss on Phil's mouth.
"I'm already feeling better..." Phil murmured into Dan's ear.
Dan smiled slyly and tipped Phil's head back, straddling Phil's burning torso. Phil opened his lips and let Dan's tongue slip in, their mouths colliding in a rough embrace.
"I love you Phil."
Phil looked into Dan's chocolate brown eyes and whispered, "I love you too."
Their passion overrode their bodies, ripping off each other's clothes. As they held each other close, lips colliding, love binding, Dan groaned.
"I WANT you Phil."
Phil stroked Dan's face tenderly, then pushed his already hard dick into Dan's ass. Dan arched his back in pure ecstasy, moaning. He could feel Phil pushing into him.
The creaking of the sofa lasted through to the early hours of the morning.

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