Broken Rules - Phan

Part 11

(Softcore smut yo)

Phil Lester had started to take me away from crowds on a daily basis. He'd hide us behind the trees, put his hands over my body and kiss me. For the first few days I was certain that I was in English delving into one of my dimensions. But I wasn't. It was Phil, me and the thick orchards, alone and entangled in each other.

Summer holidays didn't require lessons and so I had been spending more time with Phil than I had by myself. And I loved it. Today was different though; that's why I'm recounting it to you.

The reformers block usually filled me with dread but I couldn't get Phil's body off my mind as he dragged me into the door. The reformers block was somewhere with a bed so it suited me just fine. As far as I knew, no reformers were there except for Phil, as they had all reached leaving age.

Phil shut the door and I sat on the bed with my hand on the wooden bedpost. I hadn't noticed the chips in it and the chunks missing. I was more interested in the boy in front of me taking his shirt off. It had always been me with my shirt off so I'd never seen him shirtless before. I couldn't help but snigger as I saw the tramp stamp, or butterfly tattoo, on his left hip bone.
"Hey! Laser removal is expensive," I continued to laugh but it was replaced with a suprised gasp as he straddled me.

I was laying on the blue, or purple, bedspread with Phil's legs either side of mine. He was so beautiful and his hips were so easy to hold that I forgot everything. I forgot where we were. All I could think about was us and where to put my hands next.

Phil had his hands up my shirt, my back pressed against the headboard and his hot breath lapping against my neck. I lifted up my arms and he took my shirt off, clearly understanding the hint. I shivered as the cold air hit my bare stomach, we both locked eyes and giggled a little. He was so beautiful. I've said it so much. But it is so true. His glittering pale skin was slightly toned and he tensed whenever I put my hands anywhere on his body.

I pushed both of my hands onto his stomach so he was laying on his back, he lifted one eyebrow,
"What?" I asked laughing slightly. Phil sat up with sweat glittering in his hair. He whispered in my ear as he pushed me against the headboard again and put both hands either side of my head protectively.
"Youre such a bottom Dan," I went to push him playfully but my hands ended up travelling up to his neck and then through his hair.

He softly placed kisses all up my neck before I physically got onto his lap and carefully wrapped my legs around his waist. I put my sweaty forehead on his. Breathing heavily and in unison, we both looked into each other's eyes and began to laugh a little.

"I can't believe we lasted that long without cumming," he smiled at me and tucked a hair behind my ear. I blushed intensely and looked at the floor, my chest still heavily moving. "You didn't!" I put my head on his chest and squinted my eyes in pure cringe. "Oh my God Daniel," he started laughing. I hit him once playfully and his laughter started to subside. He lifted up my chin so he could look into my eyes.

"Do you know Daniel?"
"What Philip?"
"I really lo-"
And suddenly we were cut off by a loud snap and a bright flash. A picture. Shit. I pushed Phil away and ran to the window. My heart was painfully pounding, my hands were shaking and my legs felt like jelly. I couldn't hear anything but white noise and the inside of my head screaming at me. I could get expelled. Phil could get punished. I could get punished. I could never see Chris and PJ again. Or Phil. I was so scared in that instant that I'd completely blacklisted what Phil had said. The inside of me was solidifying and I felt heavy, like lead had been poured in my every vein. And I could've sworn I saw a long, curly, black lock fly past the window...

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Love a bit o smut
No hard core smut for me pls
The cute shit is my jam