Discovering Love // phan

Twelve

HOLD UP: This chapter contains some naughtiness, yeah, I mean that kind ;)

Who am I kidding. you guys live for this kind of stuff. Enjoy the naughty.

  "How many times do I have to tell you I'm sorry? I truly, honestly didn't mean to offend you with what I said."

  "You didn't offend me."

  "Well then why are you so mad?"

  "Because you only said it to try and offend me."

  "But if I didn't, why can't you just let it go?"

  "Because it was a dick move, and you're an asshole."

  "I can't even try with you..."

  "Well then stop trying."

  Phil sighed loudly, and ran his fingers roughly through his hair. He'd been trying for an hour now to get Dan to forgive him, but Dan kept denying him and pushing him away. It was a struggle, with Phil being so persistent, but he managed.

  It was two days after the whole presentation drama, and yes, Dan had been ignoring Phil the whole time. Well, not exactly ignoring, but he still hadn't forgiven him. Dan was always too easy on Phil, he thought, and this was probably a good thing for him too, letting him know he wasn't all powerful. At the moment, they were both in Dan's room. Phil had just shown up earlier, and since his mum was at home for the moment, he couldn't just turn him away. Dan was sitting on his bed, trying to read a book he'd read a thousand times, and Phil was constantly distracting him, sprawled out across the covers and putting his head on Dan's legs. Dan had tried countless times to move him, but he'd given up after about the seventeenth time.

  After a moment of tense silence, Phil sat up and moved so he was right next to Dan, looking over his shoulder. "Whatcha reading?" He asked.

  "A book." Dan replied monotonously.

  "What's it about?" Phil asked, laying his head on Dan's shoulder now. Dan shrugged him off.

  "People."

  Phil was quiet again, and Dan was grateful that he had stopped. For now at least. But he froze when he felt Phil breathing against his neck gently. He nearly jumped when Phil pressed his lips against the sensitive skin, placing a soft, lingering kiss there. He tried not to react, to make it see as if he wasn't bothered by the touches, but they could both tell what it was doing to him.

  "I just want you to forgive me." Phil whispered, his mouth still brushing against Dan's throat. Dan couldn't help but shiver at the contact, and he could feel the goosebumps racing all over his skin.

  "Turning me on isn't going to make me forgive you." Dan said, and he felt Phil smile.

  "I'm turning you on?"

  "Oh please, you know exactly what you're doing." Dan's voice was getting husky, and he tried not to let his words crack.

  "Is it working?" Phil asked, but Dan didn't answer, because Phil continued kissing up and down his neck and along his jawline, and at first it was just gentle, sweet kisses, but soon enough Phil was attacking the skin with his mouth, dragging his teeth softly against it. Dan leaned his head back, against his headboard, and when Phil flicked his tongue against his soft spot, right under his ear, he couldn't help but let out a moan of pleasure.

  It had only been maybe a few days since the last time they had done...anything like this, but Dan had missed it, being able to become lost in the things that Phil did to him. And he was too weak to stop him now, no matter how mad he was at him. And so when Phil gently pressed his lips against Dan's, Dan couldn't resist kissing him back fiercly, tangling his fingers into Phil's black hair. Phil made a low noise in the back of his throat, that did nothing but make Dan want him even more. He moved, so that now he was straddling Phil, and they were touching all over, Phil running his hands firmly across Dan's chest under his shirt. They hadn't done this in too long, hadn't just lost control and got caught up in the feel of each other. It was.....electrifying. Mind blowing. And just downright fucking amazing. There were tongues everywhere, slididng against one another and exploring mouths. Hands were going crazy, trying to touch everything at once, and their hips were pressed against each other just right, causing the most beautiful friction. They were trying their hardest to keep quiet because Dan's mum was just downstairs, but the occasional groan or whimper escaped.