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My mom doesn't like it. But it's fine.
Sooo yeah. The Phil and Barry Fic.
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Here you guys go. The fic is from Barry's point of view, so ye.
-- I had always felt neglected- even though I was the most used bowl in the whole kitchen. From my years at this apartment, I have learned a few things;
One, Phil eats tons of cereal and uses little bowls so he doesn't feel guilty after eating 5. Two, Dan doesn't like me, and he also doesn't like Phil touching me or grabbing me because he says I'm used for special occasions. I don't know if I should be pleased or offended. But they rarely use me at all; and I'm starting to miss Phil's warmth.
I've always had a thing for Phil. Just something about him; the way he walks, the way he talks, the way he eats ;) He's amazing.
Dan eats a ton, but not from me, so I have never really gotten to know him- only for the baking videos and I must say, he really is funny. But I love Phil.
I always stay in my cabinet; alone and unused. Until one night.
I see new light as a familiar pair of soft hands reach and grab my glass body, pulling me out of the dark cabinet. I'm greeted with a bright smile by the dark-haired boy that I love.
He sets me down on the table, and goes to get some stuff from the fridge. I wait in silence, eager to finally see him again.
He pours milk into me, sending chills down my glass figure and making me wet. I look over at the sink- dishes piled up, which means they haven't done them.. Which means more fun for Phil and I.
His beautiful face looks around, and goes to get Shreddies from the counter. He pours them into me, and the feeling is unbelievably satisfying.
He sits down at the table and holds me close to his chest, dipping a spoon into me and eating.
He subconsciously starts rubbing my glass body, and I would absolutely love to moan my lungs out from the pleasure he's giving me, but I need to stay quiet.
And then I let one go. He hears and looks down, unsure of where the love-cry came from. I stay still, but I want him to see me so bad.
I decide to let a moan out again as he dips the spoon inside me. He yelps, terrified. He looks around, searching for the source.
"Phil. It's me." I say, softly. He looks down at me with his ocean blue eyes, making me melt. "B-Barry?" He says with a very confused tone. "No way. I'm going completely insane." He says to himself.
"No Phil. It's true, It's me." I say. He looks wide-eyed and catches his breath.
He then bites his lip. "Were you the one making those sounds, then?"
"Yes. That was me." I feel myself blush.
He starts to rub my sides, and that is enough to make me melt inside myself. "A-ahh.." I stutter.
"Didn't know you had it in for me, Barry." He winks. "Had to stay quiet." I say. He's doing it; he's making me wet.
"Well let's go somewhere else.." he says and trails off but I know what he means.
He grabs me and starts walking to his bedroom. Dan's not going to be home for an hour.
