The Boy With The Blue Eyes; Phan

Is It Me..?

We are both woken by an alarm clock that we don't even own.
I rush to the living room and tell Phil to go back to sleep.
The alarm clock is hard to find, but I finally find it under the couch after 2 long minutes of me running around.
The alarm was set to 9:18
I hit one of the buttons and it goes silent.

I take a long hard look at the alarm clock.
I haven't seen this before, nor do I think we own an alarm clock aside from the one on our phones.
Even if we did own one, why was it under the couch?

I place it down, because I really don't want to think about it.
I shrug and come back to the room, looking around for Phil.
He's on the floor, and on his sides, probably having a nightmare.
I watch him for a moment, as he moves around and sniffles.
He's kind of cute.
I shake him, and his eyes flutter open.
"Hi Phil." I coo.

He seems to almost be manipulating my feeling  as he frowns a bit.
"What's wrong, Phil?" My voice becomes soft.
"My heart's not in it, Dan." He sighs and I feel my whole soul crash like a mirror being thrown on concrete.

"Is it me..?"
I feel small. I don't want it to be me.
I would hate if it was.

He grabs me and glides his finger down my cheek.
"No, it's not you. It'll never be you, Baby." He says, but he is tormenting me, and I can't stand it.

"Yes it is, what am I doing wrong, there's something wrong with me..."
I start. He hesitates. "I should go."
I stand up to leave and feel a very strong pull at my wrist, causing me to fall back and land right in Phil's lap.

"It's not you, okay?" He sighs.
"Prove me wrong." I say, biting my lip.
(IM NOT CRYING U ARE)

He fumbled with the hoops on my jeans and pulls me closer.
He bites down on my neck and starts sucking softly, then very rough.
He pinches my sides and I almost whip up, but I don't because his hand is keeping me down.

I dig my nails down into his thighs as he starts striking at my neck.
He nibbles my ear lobe and squeezes my hips.
I brush my hands through his hair, as it is getting extremely hot in the room.

He starts feeling me up, and that's when he decides to stop, leaving me with absolutely nothing.

I almost feel greedy wanting him to keep going.
"Please.." I whine and press myself against him.
"Please, daddy.." I start to get extremely frustrated.
"C'mon we need to make breakfast." He stands up and walks out.

Hard to get, huh?

I follow him into the kitchen and he says he wants to make corn bread.
So we're going to make cornbread.

He tells me to pass him the ingredients as he browses for a recipe on his laptop.
"Okay, daddy." I slide down the fridge, trying to lure him.
But he ignores me.
He then tells me to beat the eggs, butter and the milk in the bowl.
"I'll beat your butter." I say, and he glances towards me.
I wink at him and he goes back to his article.

"Put it in the oven, but be careful because it might spill." He says.

"Don't worry, daddy, I'll be very careful."
I get in front of him and bend over to put the pan in the oven, also rubbing my ass against his crotch, and I can almost see the temptation in his face as he looks away.
I lean back up, pressing very hard against him, hoping he'll finally listen to me.
He sighs, and I look down at the oven.
"Oops, oven can't close all the way."
I bend over again and push the pan further in, but pressing more force on Phil.

He's getting weak, I can sense it.
He clutches my hips and gives me a spank.
I feel all my body electrify and spark.
"I'm sorry, have I been bad?" I coo.

He looks away and bites his lip.
"You're exciting me, daddy.." I smirk, shaking and rubbing.

He has one hand rubbing my thigh, and the other hand on the counter, but he is looking away.
I tug on my jeans in a rather suggestive way, taunting him.

Him rubbing my thigh sends chills up my spine, the urge getting stronger.

He toys with my hair and I turn over and get my knees.
I start palming him through his jeans and can feel him growing.

I take my tongue and glide it down his jeans.

Phil's P.O.V

I really can't take it.
His little kitty tongue makes it's way up and has me wanting him so much more.
But I can't.
I can't give him what he wants.

He grips my hipbones and starts rubbing, and I know I'm getting harder by the second.
Why is he doing this?
I know he wants it, but I can't.
I brush my hand against his face, knowing I can't control him.

He outlines my size with his tongue and I'm almost going off the edge.
He unzips my jeans and takes me right through my boxers.
He doesn't even slide them down, he just quickly licks and teases me.

He starts by rubbing my tip with his lower lip, and I'm grasping onto the counter, trying not to come.

He knows I'm squeamish about it.
He's mocking me.
I catch my breath as he starts to slide his tongue down the sides.

I reach over to him, but he just takes me deeper.

I'm off the edge in under a minute.
The white fluid fills my pants and he smirks.

"That was easy." He says and stands up.

"Y-y.." I struggle to find words.

"C'mon, lets get back to the corn bread." He winks.