The Secret Relationship of Dan and Phil

Chapter 8. Well That Was Interesting.

Okay. You know what? Here it is. Here. Just take it and leave. Fine. If my sister wants to yell at me for writing homo-erotic pornographic stories, her problem. 

Actually, now that I think about it, it's my problem. But either way, I am reposting this, because you know what, fuck that. 

Don't read if you are underage (you probably will anyway), don't read if you don't want graphic images of Dan and Phil having sex in your mind. 

I can't believe I even wrote this. Comment on your thoughts, and if you want me to steer clear from smut, or the opposite.

PLEASE SKIP THIS IF YOU DON'T WANT TO READ. THIS IS THE ONLY M RATED CHAPTER. NOTHING IMPORTANT HAPPENS EXCEPT THAT THEY GO TO THE STORE TO GET FOOD AT THE END. I DON"T WANT TO LOSE READERS BECAUSE I WROTE THIS SO PLEASE, PLEASE JUST SKIP IT INSTEAD OF NOT READING THE NEXT CHAPTERS. PLEASE.

That is all.

Phil's POV

"You know, we should probably get up."  I mumbled into Dan's shoulder. "We need to go to the store and buy food."

He looked up at me with his wide, brown eyes. "Or we could stay here." 

I chuckled and pressed a kiss to his lips. "We're going to be hungry later."

"Then we can be hungry later." he said, rolling over on top of me. Thankfully, he wasn't that heavy. 

"Alright." I sighed, but I sighed with a smile on my face. He grinned back at me. Then, with a slightly different look in his eye, he leaned down and pressed his lips to mine. After a moment, he ran his tongue along my lips and I complied, opening my mouth. His tongue slipped in, caressing my own. I couldn't help but moan at the contact. I felt him smile into the kiss. 

Reciprocating, I slid my own tongue into his mouth. He tasted warm and soft, and oddly like coffee, but then, with the amount of coffee he drank, I suppose it wasn't surprising. But it was pleasurable. He wrapped his arms around me and pressed the full length of his body against my own. “You know,” I said around kisses, “I never realized just how wonderful kissing can be.”

He chuckled, a low rumbling sound. “Mmm.” A devilish look came into his eyes. “You know what’s better though?”

A  smile crept onto my face. “I can guess.”

No longer chuckling, he wrapped his arms around my neck and pressed his lips against mine. They were hard and demanding. Moaning, I reciprocated. With a similar groan of appreciation, he rolled on top of me, in one quick, fluid motion. My breath now coming in pants, he began rolling his hips, his arousal grinding into my own. I groaned at the contact. He responded by rolling his hips faster. 

He pulled away for a moment, just long enough to slip his shirt off. I did the same. God, it felt good. I mean, I had thought that before it was good, but this? Even with only our shirts off, the skin on skin friction was enough to have us both rock hard. The next logical step, of course, was to remove the rest of our clothing. Which turned out be difficult, as it required taking off our shoes, then the very skinny jeans, which tugged painfully at our hard-ons. 

Soon, though, we were in our pants and nothing more. I had thought that when this would happen I would be freaking out. Or at least a little nervous. But the only thing I could feel right now was incredibly turned on. I mean, I had a mostly naked, absolutely drop dead gorgeous guy sitting on me. And it was Dan. 

Licking his lips, he sent me a wicked grin and slipped a hand under the waistband of my pants. My back arched as white-hot pleasure rushed through my veins, and all other thoughts disappeared. 

“Oh god, yes.” I practically whimpered. His lips curved up in a deliciously seductive smile that completely betrayed the innocent look which he wore so well.

Reaching out, I took his cock into my hand. He groaned and thrust upwards. He brought his lips down to meet mine as he wrapped a hand around our dicks. I don’t think there’s quite a way to describe just how I felt at that moment. Heated flesh, moans and the feel of Dan’s soft-as-silk fingers wrapped around me, well, us, and god just the feel of him, everywhere, surrounding me, like I was breathing him in. 

“D-Dan.” I panted. “I’m so close.”

His breath was coming in gasps. “Me too.” Quickly, his gaze never wavering from mine, he brought his palm up, and licked it. Then, bringing his hand back down, his fist enveloped our arousals. I couldn’t think straight; I was frantic with a need for release. 

“Oh god.” My breathing sped up. I was vaguely aware of Dan saying something along those lines as well as I thrust up into his closed fist. Then, all of the sudden, a tidal wave of white-hot pleasure that was almost painful in intensity washed over me. My entire body tensed, and I cried out, my seed spilling out, onto Dan. A similar cry erupted from him, and he too, was spent.

We lay like that for moment, until our heartbeats had slowed and our breath had recovered.

“Well that was good.” I said after a minute.

Dan snorted. “You mean, that was really fucking great.”

I laughed and reached across him, and onto the small side table next to the couch. There was a towel there, for whatever reason. I had a vague recollection of Dan sitting out here in it, watching TV, to lazy to change. I didn’t really care where it came from. It was here and I was grateful.

Gently, I wiped the ejaculation and sweat from our bodies. “You know, I would suggest a round two, but it’s already six thirty, and I’m starving.”

“Yeah, I suppose we should go get some food...” Dan sighed. His eyes lit up. “Round two in the shower!”

“Why not?”