Phan Oneshots

Dan walks into a bar

Okay, uhh, this turned out sorta different than my plan....so... I actually have no idea what is going on here, but at some point I just kept typing and typing while watching the movie 'Piranah', or however it's spelt, on netflix. I honeslty don't know bruh. There is no piranahs I promise, or death. You good. It's really long too. 4931 words. so yeah. idek for the title either. I was trying to remember a Blank Walks into a bar

Dan wonders how he, pastel flower crown and innocent appearence, ended up with Phil, badass bar tender with tattoo's and a really really hot body. One second Dan is sitting on the stool leaning slighty over the bar flirting with him as Phil flirted back and making him a drink. Well, actually, he doesn't need to wonder how he ended up with him at all. He just is shocked Phil agreed. Then they were in the bathroom hotly making out...they steamed up the mirrors. Actually, he doesn't need to wonder at all. He is simply shocked Phil agreed more than anything. Once someone came in to go to the bathroom and when they didn't even flinch, the guy just left them too it. Now here he is, telling Phil the directions to his house and staring at the motercycle in anticipation. "Never ridden a motercycle?" Phil said with his natural smirk.
"Nah, I have. I really love riding things." A confident smirk graced Dan's features and Phil, not for the first time, is realizing that he is not so innocent as he pretends. He bit his lip and handed Dan the helmet before getting on. He keeps asking himself what is wrong with him. He is always the one making the other flustered and blushy, unable to recall their vocabulary or wittiness. Yet, here he is, revving up his bike to hide his blush, arousal, and lack of witty reply. Not even one minute of leaving Dan has his hand, accidently, touching Phil's arousal. "Oops, sorry, I only meant to hold on tighter."
He says in a voice that makes it all to clear, he knew exactly what he was doing.
"Do that again and you will get us killed."
"Mmm, but what a to go! On a motercycle while getting a handjob? I could think of worse ways."
Phil stops at the red light and looks back at him. Phil is smiling and rolling his eyes and once again he is at a loss for words and not just by Dan's appearance.
"Phil, babe?"
Phil raised his eyebrows as an answer.
"The lights green."
"Fuck"

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No time is wasted. Phil's jacket is off and pants unbuttoned before they even get inside. Dan tuggs his shirt off and pushes Phil back a bit. He places his hand on his chest and walks him backwards then shoves him in his room. More articles of clothing is tossed off before they get held up on Phil's pants. "Sodding shoes."
Dan laughs so heartily, as if they arn't about to have sex. He had just needed to push his shoes off then his pants. Phil, however, was hopping on one foot to rip his other shoe off, his pants at his knees. Dan takes pity on him and shoves him down on the bed. Phil propping himself up against the headboard.
"Allow me."
He tugs the shoe off as if it was nothing. Slowly, so so slowly, he takes off his pants, maintaning eyecontact. Phil gulps as Dan licks his lips. He starts to leave open mouth kisses at the top of his boxers, still never taking his eyes off his. As Dan makes his way up Phil's chest, with his mouth and hands, the tighter Phil clentches at the sheets beside him. Finally, finally, Dan is stradling him, one hand on his chest, they other tangled in Phils dark hair while he bites at his neck. Phil tries to get his brain to work but he can't fuction around Dan when he is just staring at him let alone when he is doing this. Yet, when Dan's hand strays from his chest up to his shoulder, starting to push Phil to lay down, that he is able to snap out of his trance. He flips them over holding Dan's hands down above him in one hand. He plays with his nipples first, waiting until Dan was whining and squirming till he started kisses his neck too. Dan blossomed for him like a flower, his head thrown back offering his neck happily, his a back arching into him slightly, and flexing his fingers before going back to fists. Phil then kisses Dan passionately, his hands begging to grab on to some part of Phil; his hair, arm, ass, cock, scratch down his back. Dan moans as Phil licks into his mouth and his toes curl. His toes have never curled during sex before. Before they even knew it Phil is supporting himself up on one elbow, the other hand going between gripping Dan's hip and thigh as he thrusts into him. Dan has his fingers dragging down Phil's back, then tugging his hair, at one point he is doing a mixture of both as he bites on Phil's shoulder to hold back a moan. Sweat is beading down Phil's chest and glitters Dan's forehead, both of them panting and on the verge of absolute exctasy.