Chapter 11

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"Dan, is this for me?.." Phil asked again.
Dan looked baffled, as if he'd hidden the card in the most secret place ever and Phil was an evil genius for finding it.

"Dan?.."

"Phil... I don't know what to say."

"Well it's a simple question, you say yes or no. Is this card meant for me Dan?" The younger boys face was blank and thoughtful, as if he were wracking his brains for any plausible explanation yet failing.

"I.. I don't know.. I-"

"-you don't know if it's for me?.." He paused. "Or you don't know if you want to give it to me anymore?.." Much to his surprise, Phils vision became blurry and his cheeks were quickly streaked.

"Phil don't cry." He stepped forward, cupping the shorter ones face in his hands and wiping his tears with his thumbs.

"Sorry.. I don't know why I'm being like this."

"Philly's got a gay crushhhhh." Dan giggled. He taunted him in an innocent and un-harmful way.

"Shut up."

"Well, I guess I should have figured, from all the sex you've been initiating with me." He said it in a low voice, and phil couldn't tell if he was being seductive. Either way, he felt his jeans grow tighter.

"Daniel Howell, are you trying to seduce me?" He delicately placed his hands on dans hips and locked eyes with him.

"Phillip lester, is that even in question?" Dan slid his arms around Phils neck and rested them softly on his defined collarbones.

"Daniel James Howell, are you trying to take charge?"

"Philip Michael Lester, I-" before Dan could finish, Phil pulled him aggressively into a passionate kiss. Their teeth bumped a few times, and it was messy, but it was desperate and full of heat.

"That's my job you dick." Phil scolded him.

"We'll see about that." Dan pushed him up against the counter, receiving a squeal as the small of his back collided with the cold hard marble. He pulled him tighter to him as he kissed him more aggressively than the make out before. He ground into him, earning a whimper. Unsure if it was the pain of his back slamming into the marble that caused it, he pulled away.

Phil dragged Dan by his waistband onto the sofa. "You won't win this fight for dominance Daniel."

"I'll go down trying."

"Well.. We know you'll go down on something." He smirked.

-A /N

WELL THEN, THATS A-HOLLY-JOLLY-NOUGH MY LEMON DROPS, NUFF SMUTTY SNEAKYS. Needless to say, they did the do. The horizontal fun times. The dance with no pants. Ect ect. Short one, because I didn't want to spoil too much in one chapter. But I hope it's enough to keep all you dirty little readers satisfied for nowww. I reiterate that I will not write smut, I find it very uncomfortable and it's better to leave it to the imagination anyway. This is Dr. DeathDefy, signing off.

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