A/n: i told myself going into 2017 that i would not filter my writing in fear of being kinkshamed, this is the result. I wrote half of this either laughing or with my eyes closed bc i didn't want to look at the utter filth coming from MY hands. I did this. I really did.

Genre: Smut

Wordcount: 28,898

Summary: Dan is your local sexually ambiguous religious boy. Phil is your local bad boy that sleeps with anyone that'll have him and sins as if second nature. Then there's also the poor original character that gets caught between them and their ridiculous amount of sexual tension. Threesomes, eh?

Warnings: internalized homophobia, religious themes, polyamory, threesomes, voyeurism, public setting, praise kink, deep-throating, spanking, kinda cumplay, facials, daddy kink (he only says it twice at the VERY end of things), use of derogatory terms, overstimulation, intercrural, sexting/phonesex, dan is a size queen, dirty talk oh god so much dirty talk, but its okay bc everything is consensual!!!

Dan was a good person. He minded his own, kept his opinions to himself (even when the ignorant boys that sat at the back of the classroom shouted out belittling comments toward the rest of their peers, and that wasn't a feat easily made). He always listened when people were speaking, treated others with the level of respect he'd want to be given in answer. He worked hard, took on any opportunities to help others or add to his own life experiences, always put his all into everything he did.

He cared, and, frankly, that was more than could be said for most people his age.

So, if someone could please tell him why such bad things happened to such good people time and time again, he would love to hear their reasoning. Why had his pastor lost their youngest son in a drunk driving incident last year? Why had his brother's dog fallen irreversibly ill in seventh grade when a neighboring kid fed it a month's worth of chocolate? And, for heaven's sake, why was it that out of the thousands of lockers lining the school, Phil Lester had chosen to pin his boytoy of the week against Dan's locker.

Phil Lester was, for lack of a better word, sinful. Everything about him seemed to scream impure, it didn't matter whether he was rolling his hips against another man's in the public eye of the entire damn school, or innocently skimming through books in the library. He was bad news, the type of person you see in the distance and then turn on your heel to head in the opposite direction. Anyone with any sense did their best to avoid him... sadly not before he managed to get into their pants, though.

Dan was one of the proud few who had yet to succumb to Lester's charms, and he had no intentions of changing that today. Or any day, for that matter.

He tugged his backpack higher on his shoulder, trying to gather his wits about him as he watched the two boys shamelessly grope at each other. There wasn't enough hand sanitizer in the world to get their presence off of his locker, nor these scarring memories out of his mind. Dan didn't want to know what kind of noises Tristan from his Biology class made when he had another man grinding against him, and he certainly didn't want to know what Phil Lester sounded like with his stupid northern accent saturated in poorly-concealed lust.

"I want you so badly." Phil whispered, low and sultry, his lips leaving the other man's to opt for the pale column of his neck instead. Dan wrinkled his nose in distaste, wondering how another hickey could possibly appeal to either of them when Tristan's neck was practically coated with them already. Any more and people would start to worry that he was turning purple altogether.

"Excuse me." Dan stated bluntly, as loudly as he could manage around the unsettled lump forming in the back of his throat. His heart was racing and his palms were undeniably sweaty, though that wasn't necessarily surprising considering the flustered heat suddenly rolling off of him in waves. It really seemed that he was about to get sick all over the both of them if they didn't take their show somewhere else real quick.

Thankfully, they weren't so into it that they didn't notice him speaking. Phil pulled back with a scowl almost immediately, leaving Dan to quiver uncomfortably when he whipped his head around to face him in one harsh movement. He braced himself for outrage, whether verbal or physical, but instead Phil's angry steely gaze shifted into something akin to amusement when it landed on him.

Dan frowned.

Of course the threat was gone when Phil laid eyes on him, no one ever took the boy dressed in pretty pastel colors seriously. He ducked his head, glaring at the floor, trying in vain to ignore the steady panting coming from their mouths. "This is my locker you're leaning against, do you mind if I just grab a book out real quick? I'll be on my way immediately afterward, then I don't care what you do."

A long stretch of silence followed where Dan seriously debated turning and leaving the embarrassing exchange in the past, but finally the sound of one of the boys clearing their throat brought him back to attention. He looked up, watching as Tristan sheepishly separated from Phil and put space between the two of them.

"I should get going anyway." Tristan explained, gingerly fixing the collar of Phil's shirt, not daring to look anyone else in the eye. He was blushing now, thankfully more sheepish about being caught in the act and called out than Dan had expected him to be. "I'll see you after school though, right?"

"Wouldn't miss it for the world." Phil assured him brightly, leaning in to peck him on the cheek, the embrace surprisingly chaste. It made Dan feel off all the same. He turned, staring determinedly toward his locker and mentally insisting to himself that all of this was worth it.

"Um, it was nice seeing you Dan?" Dan blinked owlishly, looking up in confusion to find green eyes staring back at him under the sweep of blonde hair settled on Tristan's forehead. Dan furrowed his eyebrows together, wondering what had possessed Tristan to bother going out of his way to address someone he hardly knew. Was he trying to make things more awkward than they already were?!

"Yeah, sure." Dan's voice was a mere mutter, but he could only hope that Tristan hadn't been expecting anything better than that. It wasn't like he would consider a full-fledged conversation with the guy after walking in on something like that. It'd be a wonder if he managed to continue sitting next to him in class for the rest of the year.

The moment Tristan turned to leave, albeit looking more than slightly dejected, Dan was quick to side step around Phil and start in on the padlock holding his locker closed. It clicked open a few seconds later and Dan hurriedly wrenched the door open, all too aware of the feeling of eyes on him as he did so. He wanted to get the things he needed and get out of there, preferably as quickly as possible.

"Whatcha reading?" It was a lazy question, spoken with indifference as Phil shamelessly tried to reach around him and snatch a familiar book out of the pile, but it struck Dan like a shock of lightning all the same. Dan shrieked, jerking to the side and pinning Phil's wrist against the cool metal of the lockers with his hip. He scowled down at the offending hand.

"N-Nothing!" He insisted weakly, glancing over his shoulder at where Phil was curiously studying his reaction, the one that'd been far less than casual. Dan had no doubt in his mind that he'd only worked the older boy further into a fit of curiosity, but it didn't matter. Phil wasn't about to see what he was reading, not when he knew that the latter would never let him live it down again.

In an instant, he let go of Phil's wandering hand and snatched the book up, holding it to his chest with shaking hands and a serious pout on his lips. He whirled around to glare at Phil, hoping to scare him off with the look alone, but he realized what a stupid move this was the moment their eyes met. Phil wasn't all that much taller than him, they stood at about the same height, but the suave confident air the other boy gave off would make anyone feel small standing next to him. If anyone was about to be scared off, it was Dan himself.

A stumbling step backward and Dan found he was the one with the cool bite of metal pressed against his shoulder, practically crammed into his own locker in his efforts to get away from Phil. The other boy simply smirked at him, a knowing glint in those treacherous blue eyes as he reached forward and pressed his finger to the back cover of the book where Dan had left it exposed. He glanced downward, relieved to see the only thing visible was an obstructed view of a cowboy hat, thankfully the exposed torso of the cowboy wearing it had been blocked from view.

"Aw, let me guess, a cute little western-themed romance novel where the big bad cowboy swoops in and woos the fair lady?" Phil teased, his lips quirked in a sideways smirk as he trailed a finger along the spine of the book, gently trying to pry it out of Dan's grip. He clutched the book tighter in response.

"It's not like that."

"No?" Phil prompted, glancing up at him through his lashes and smirking, like the devil he was. Dan bit his lip, telling himself it had more to do with the phantom pain that was having constant chapped lips and absolutely nothing to do with a whine he may or may not have emitted in response to the sudden close proximity.

Dan hated to admit it, felt like it was crossing a line, but close as he was, he could almost understand why so many people gave in to Phil's charms and gave the man whatever he asked of them. That smirk was damn hard to say no to.

"I'm not telling you anything, so leave." Dan grit out, eyes falling shut abruptly when Phil's hand reached the end of the exposed amount of book he'd been tracing and instead drifted to the bare strip of skin at Dan's wrist. He recoiled from the touch and Phil snickered, the sound low and satisfied.

"Graphic western-themed erotica novel where the big bad cowboy swoops in and ravishes the fair lady?"

A beat of silence.

Another smirk twitching at Phil's lips.

A heated pink blush spreading across Dan's cheeks.

The silence was broken by a frustrated, drawn-out groan emitted from Dan's swollen lips. He shoved Phil back a step without thinking, desperate to put space between them more than anything else. The smells of mint gum and whatever brand of cologne Phil drenched himself in that morning were heavy in the air and Dan hated it... or rather, hated how much he liked it.

"Can you just let it go already, I need to go to my next cl-" Dan tried to excuse himself, only to lose the ability to form words altogether when Phil easily snatched the book out of his hands, his death grip long forgotten since he'd been sidetracked into putting space between the two of them. He gulped, eyes going embarrassingly wide as he watched Phil study the book cover.

He was screwed. Endlessly, hopelessly, thoroughly, screwed. Phil could spread rumors as well as he spread legs, and Dan had no doubt in his mind that the school's religious boy being gay would spread like a wildfire. The whole school would know in under twenty-four hours. He felt sick just thinking about it churning in the rumor mill.

"Oh, I see how it is." Phil hummed thoughtfully, stepping closer and ignoring the indignant squeak of surprise that left Dan's lips when one of Phil's legs slotted carelessly between both of his.

Dan went rigid, praying to anyone willing to listen that he would maintain the willpower to not rut down against the knee propped between his thighs. He had dignity, he had standards, he had a sense of self-preservation... but he also had a shameful semi in his boxers that definitely shouldn't have been there. Phil had hardly even touched him, for God's sake!

A moan threatened to spill when Phil crowded closer to him, resting their foreheads together so Dan had no choice but to meet his gaze for what it was. Intrigued, pleased, but also a strangely evident level of understanding. "The angsty yet heated love story of two star-crossed cowboy lovers who want to woo and ravish each other, huh?"

"I'm reading it for a mandatory project, it's worth half my grade." Dan lied, blatantly.

"Odd, we're in the same English class, I must have missed the memo." Phil sighed forlornly, like the possibility of this genuinely upset him, and looked back down at the book in his hands. It was a short novel, a self-published work that Dan had ordered online, had made sure to clear his search history ten times over afterward. It wasn't necessarily something dirty and shameful, he didn't get off on it like Phil seemed to be implying, but it was far from being a PG-13 story. The local library only had so many LGBT stories on the shelves and he'd spent years slipping them into his piles of books and reading them hidden in the back corner of the building, he needed new material. Mature material.

And, okay, maybe the whole getting off on it status would change when he actually made it to where the sex scenes came into play, but for now it wasn't a lie to address it as something innocent.

Dan was starting to wonder if it was even physically possible for him to get any redder as he squirmed beneath Phil, trying to put space between them. Phil had backed off a little bit, distracted by reading the colorful description of the story, but his leg hadn't budged and Dan's problem was quickly becoming a problem.

Dan would be damned before he let someone like Phil Lester know they had that type of power over him.

Phil looked up suddenly, his gaze expectant like he'd somehow heard Dan thinking about him. When he wasn't immediately addressed, boredom flashed across his features and he hitched his leg up an inch or two higher. Dan muffled a whimper by gnawing at the inside of his cheek and squeezing his eyes tightly shut.

They were so closed, his vision so obstructed, that he didn't notice Phil leaning closer until it was much too late. The ghost of warm breath on his neck had a moan slipping past his lips unwarranted, the deep noise sounding like something straight out of a bad adult film.

Proven wrong, Dan admitted that he definitely could get redder, and get redder he did. Phil cackled wickedly, the sound smug and oddly endearing, and then wordlessly backed off like he could sense the anxiety rising in the atmosphere at an alarming rate. When a hand settled on his shoulder a moment later and squeezed, Dan couldn't bring himself to deny that the gesture was soft and comforting, no matter how much he loathed the person performing it. "Don't worry, love, your secret's safe with me."

"You are infuriating." Dan sighed, opening his eyes and avoiding looking at Phil as he accepted his book back into his own hands. He hugged it defensively to his chest, still refusing to look at the other boy, rather convincing himself that he'd never have to look at him again if he tried hard enough. "Sometimes I wish I could tape your mouth shut."

"Careful, sweetheart. I know the kinky novel is intriguing, but I don't think you're ready to try it out just yet." The words themselves were teasing, beyond that even, but Phil's voice in itself was tentative and approachable in a way that Dan didn't want to admit to. It was much easier to cling to the idea that Phil was some demon that had crawled its way out of hell itself, that the boy was as incapable of feeling as he was at sticking to a committed relationship.

Phil seemed to notice his unease, he always did, and adjusted his approach accordingly. He swept in, propping his hand over Dan's head against the locker, leaving their lips inches apart as he continued on in a sultry rehearsed voice entirely unlike the one he'd been using before. "Besides, I'd definitely be the one taping your mouth shut, likely as a last-ditch effort to shut you up and stop your pretty little noises from escaping while you're taking it like a whore."

"You're going to hell for saying those things." Dan spat out, determined to ignore the throbbing between his legs, the interested twitch of his dick at the mere sound of Phil's stupid attempt at seduction. That was not going to be the thing that got to him, he refused to let it be that.

"You're going to join me there for how much you enjoy hearing me saying those things." Phil countered sinisterly, pushing off from the lockers sluggishly and wiping his hands off on his jeans as he turned away from the interaction. He paced away with all the indifference in the world, though the way he muttered under his breath as he did so countered that.

Dan thought he could just barely make out what he was saying, but he regretted trying the more he listened. "It's always the innocent-looking ones."

--

Now, Dan had never believed himself to be a sporty person. He was lanky, built like a damn noodle, and he had the stamina that you'd expect from someone that spent the majority of their free time sat in front of a computer or wedged into a reading nook. Physical activity had never been his cup of tea, so really it shouldn't have come as a surprise that Physical Education (P.E) was his least favorite class.

He loathed it, actively went out of his way to avoid it at any cost, but there were always the days where that simply wasn't possible. Today was one of those days, considering Dan found himself sat on the bench and squashed between two much bulkier guys covered in sweat. He curled his lip in disgust, doing his best not to gag at the smell of body odor permeating the air.

It wasn't, however, so bad that he would willingly opt to be put into the game instead. He wasn't even sure what was happening on the field, but it seemed to involve a lot of body contact and fighting over a ball that Dan couldn't really care any less about getting. No one would want him on their team anyway, so he was fairly confident that he'd be able to spend the rest of the game sat right where he was.

Dan was wrong.

Very wrong.

Not even five minutes later and the unmistakable feeling of a wadded up bundle of fabric hitting him on the back brought him to attention. Dan sat bolt upright, eyes wide as he tentatively looked over his shoulder in hopes of grasping the situation. He regretted that decision when instead, he was forced to grab the colorful jersey being shoved toward his face.

Phil grinned wickedly when he actually accepted the jersey, then looked over to the coach with some witty remark about how 'Dan definitely wanted to play when he was so quick to take the jersey and volunteer like that'. It was minutes later, with his feet firmly planted against the ground and nerves running through his veins, that Dan realized fully that he'd just been played.

As the next round of the unnamed game started up, all the other players surged forward rapidly and he hung back, hoping to avoid physical contact for as long as possible. He looked down at the ground, gritting his teeth as anger coursed through him. Why did Phil want him to play anyway? Hell, they weren't even on the same team by the look of it, what could the other boy possibly get out of torturing him like this?

Surprisingly, Dan's answer came nearly immediately, in the form of a ball being thrown in his direction and a shout to 'keep it out of the other team's hands for as long as possible'. Dan wasn't sure how to tell the random peer that had ordered him to do so, but as long as possible wouldn't be very long at all, not when he could see the entirety of the other team charging toward him.

He yelped and threw it in a random direction at the last second, bracing himself for impact. Thankfully, everyone took to the ball like dogs playing fetch and swerved after it with ease. Nearly everyone anyway, but there was one painstakingly familiar straggler that slid directly into Dan's chest and knocked them both into the dirt.

Dan huffed, struggling beneath Phil in an effort to get the other boy off of him. The game was still going on around them, if they stayed like that for long they'd surely end up trampled. At least, that was the excuse Dan's mind had supplied for his urgent rush to get out of the compromising position, and he was more than willing to run with it.

"You suck at this." Phil laughed brightly, effortlessly pinning Dan's wrist to the ground when he tried to take a swing. He braced himself to kick Phil off instead, to hitch his leg upward and knee him where it counted most, but his plans were interrupted by the other boy mirroring them in his own sick sadistic way.

Dan's breath hitched as Phil rested his weight fully on top of him, relying on the ruse of trying to get to his feet when in reality every move he made was calculated and cunning. Dan really didn't stand a chance, he was innocent and vulnerable, with an objectively attractive man settled between his widespread legs. How was he supposed to ignore something like that?

Phil leaned impossibly closer as he braced his arms on either side of Dan's head and started to push off from the ground, taking the time to nose just below Dan's jaw line in a way that had Dan's hips canting upward on their own accord. Embarrassing.

Soft, pierced lips reached his ear and lingered for just a second before they'd gone, but the words they spoke would be haunting Dan's mind for weeks to come. "I meant the game, you're actually pretty good at being pinned down by other guys."

"Get off me!" Dan hissed, thrashing wildly despite the fact Phil was already mostly out of his reach. He hurried to his own feet and dusted off the backside of his pants, hoping they weren't stained.

"Need help with that?" Phil hummed, a faux air of helpfulness coating his voice as he let his hand hover above Dan's ass, thankfully waiting for approval. The approval he wasn't in any way, shape, or form, ever going to get. Dan stomped on his foot and whirled around, marching back to the bench without so much as a backwards glance of concern.

"Coach, I don't feel well, can I go lie down until class is over?" Dan lied, batting his eyelashes pleadingly at the older gentleman that ran the class. It didn't take much convincing, considering he'd hardly been adding to the gameplay and the coach was a competitive bastard, and soon enough Dan found himself sitting snugly on the sidelines just like before.

The only difference was that now he found himself to be alone on the bench. That would have been a blessing, all things considered, but Dan had been sort-of relying on the undesirable presence of his gross peers to turn him off. Not that he was turned on, per se, because he wasn't... he just needed something to take his mind off of what had just happened, that was all.

He pouted and laid down on the uncomfortable wooden slab, claiming the length of it as his own as a sleepy yawn tumbled past his lips. That was too much exercise, paired with the amount of stress he'd just experienced, he deserved a nap. And maybe, when he woke up, Phil will have been beaten into the ground by the rest of the bulky players on the field. And, if he was really lucky, Dan would wake up to a significantly less tight pair of jogging pants.

It'd been weeks now since that exchange at his locker, but Dan had been on edge ever since, and today just proved that it was beyond warranted. Phil Lester was planning something, even if he was executing it agonizingly slowly, it was happening. Dan wasn't about to fall for it.

Dan was, however, about to fall asleep.

When he woke up, it was to the feeling of a tentative hand on his shoulder shaking him back into consciousness. He groaned in protest, turning his head to the side and cracked an eye open to glare up at the offending threat. He regretted that immediately, blushing when he found the teacher hovering over him with concern ghosting his features.

"Dan?"

"Yeah?" Dan coughed, trying to clear his throat discreetly and sound more casual in any way that he could manage. This was like something straight out of one of his nightmares, the confrontation of it all was deeply unsettling. He scrambled upright.

"You fell asleep on the bench, the other boys probably took all the hot water in the showers and you'll probably be late to your next class." His teacher explained carefully, studying Dan's face closely for any stray signs of emotion. Perhaps he figured Dan was going through something, had some problems at home, but really it was more annoying than anything else to have some random adult trying to pry into his life.

Dan was fine–aside from the occasional existential crisis that even his faith couldn't comfort him through–but that was to be expected when you were a sexually confused boy about to leave high school and start making a life for himself. He wasn't entirely sure what he wanted to do with his life, nor whom he wanted to do, and it was a serious issue. It wasn't a serious issue he wanted to discuss with his balding middle-aged sports fanatic of a gym teacher, though.

"That's fine, I have a free block." Dan assured him, flashing a quick smile as he lifted the jersey over his head. He fixed his shirt afterward, highly aware of the fact that his teacher was still watching him with that same pity-filled gaze.

"Try to get some more rest, it's very difficult to absorb new information when you're exhausted." The man assured him, offering a gentle pat on the shoulder. Dan shrugged away from it as respectfully as he could.

"I'll try, thanks." Dan muttered, determinedly scurrying away toward the locker rooms before the conversation could continue. He didn't want to be a part of it any longer than necessary. He would rather face the freezing temperature of the school showers after everyone else had already used them than spend another second discussing his mental well-being with anyone.

Dan sulked into the building and grabbed his bag out of his usual locker, wondering if he could expect another class to come bustling in at any moment. He glanced down at his phone, relieved to see it was well over ten minutes into the next period. If people were coming, they were damn late. It was looking like he had all of those stupidly cold showers to himself, how lucky indeed.

Normally, he did his best to avoid showering at school altogether, or at least ran ahead of all the other boys and washed off so quickly he hardly had to interact with anyone else. It was one thing questioning your sexuality in a school full of completely clothed attractive guys, but to be confined to one room with them while they were almost all naked together, not ideal. Well, depending on how you look at it, it could be very ideal, but it wasn't for Dan.

He trailed into the showers with an absentminded smile splayed across his lips, towel hanging low on his hips and the expensive shampoo and conditioner he treasured so dearly. It was oddly exciting to know he wouldn't have to rush through his conditioning and styling routine. Today he might even be able to add some product to his hair afterward so the curls weren't quite as unruly, that would be nice, he always hated when his friends met up with him after P.E and commented on how hobbit-like he looked without any–

"F-Fuck!" Dan froze in the doorway, scrambling to keep from dropping the armful of stuff he was holding and ending up hugging it all to his bare chest. He stared down at the tiled flooring, his heart suddenly racing as he acknowledged the fact that he definitely wasn't alone. Jumping to conclusions wasn't Dan's thing, generally he tried to keep an open mind even at the worst of times, but that noise hadn't sounded like anything he'd ever heard in the locker rooms. It wasn't humorous or even pained, and there were only so many other things it could be excused for.

"You like that?" A second voice, deeper, familiar, but still dripping with blatant arousal like the first one had been. Dan paled, realizing all at once where he knew that voice from. "Bet you'd like my cock even more."

"Ah, Phil!" The first voice cried, the sheer wrecked sound of his voice enough to crack Dan's resolve. He looked up with his bottom lip caught between his teeth, but it was short-lived as his jaw went slack at what he saw and his lip was free in an instant. He openly gaped at the scene, watching with wide eyes as Phil crowded the other boy, Tristan, against the wall.

Initially, the only thing Dan was capable of was acknowledging the fact that they were both naked and incredibly close, but as the seconds ticked by, he took the time to actually register what he was staring at. Phil's pale body was pressed flush to the front of Tristan's much tanner one, the both of them messily rolling their hips together as they desperately kissed anywhere they could reach on each other.

That was fine, Dan could probably live with that, a simple steamy make-out session in the showers wasn't enough to scar him for life or anything. Except that wasn't all that was happening, and as he cautiously allowed his gaze to shift lower and followed the curve of Phil's back, Dan realized he'd yet to see either of Phil's hands.

They were occupied, it seemed, one wrapped tightly around Tristan's length and the other disappearing between his legs. Dan had a pretty good idea of what was happening, despite it being out of his line of view. He could see the muscles in Phil's arm flexing, noticed the shiver that wracked Tristan's spent frame each time Phil would jerk his hand upward and thrust his fingers deeper inside the other boy.

Dan whimpered, trying and failing to convince himself he shouldn't be here. His body was pretty damn insistent that there was no place it'd rather be, given the noticeable outline of his hard cock beneath the towel he was wearing. He winced. There really wasn't any denying this one.

Tristan keened suddenly and threw his head back, panting through his open mouth so loudly that Dan could hear it from where he stood. In an instant, Phil ducked his head to drag his teeth across the hollow of the bruised neck that had just been presented to him so nicely. Another pleasured moan. "Do it, fuck me, I want it."

Dan tried to ignore the insistent voice at the back of his mind, the intrigued and unwavering curiosity that led him to wonder if maybe he would want Phil to fuck him, too. Surely it felt good, given the way Tristan was brokenly begging for it with all he had.

The noises were so sinful, so shamefully appealing that Dan found himself dropping his hand to the front of his towel without thinking. He sucked in a harsh breath through his teeth, lightly running his thumb over the head of his cock through the fabric and shivering at the wet patch of pre-cum that started to form all too quickly beneath the pressure of his fleeting touch.

Would it really be such a bad thing to just give in? Clearly he wanted it, he could hardly deny that with where he was at now. And Phil would do him so well, would know exactly what he was doing and what strings to pull to make him come undone. Dan wouldn't mind being at the mercy of Phil's experienced hands, wouldn't mind making pleased noises of encouragement rather than disgruntled snappy comments whenever Phil tried to touch him.

"I know you do, but we don't have enough time." Phil whispered back, the effort he was putting into staying quiet rather laughable when Tristan was letting out a near-constant stream of whines and whimpers. Phil shushed him softly, kissing along his collarbones and lathing his tongue across smooth skin. The noise it elicited in answer caused Dan's hips to jerk forward into his palm, the relief of his own touch staggering.

Caution thrown to the wind, Dan wrapped a hand around himself over the layer of fabric covering his hips and started to run his fingers along the obvious outline of his length. The movements started out slow and uncertain, but the more Phil spoke in that intimate rough voice, the harder it was to reason with himself. "I would make you feel so good, by the time we were finished I'd have you down on your knees and begging for me to go again, to fill you up with more of my cum."

"I wanna taste you." Tristan blurted, pushing Phil away just enough to make eye contact and ensure that the pout he wore didn't go unnoticed. Phil smirked, lifting the hand that had been getting Tristan off and splaying his fingers between their faces. Tristan didn't hesitate before leaning forward and lapping along the length of his palm, leading into chaste kisses toward the tip of his middle finger before he wrapped his lips around it.

"Yeah?" Phil prompted, watching with hooded eyes as Tristan sucked the digit deeper into his mouth. He pulled off a moment later with a distinct obscene wet noise, his lips pursed at the tip.

"Please."

"You don't have to beg, darling." Phil chuckled, easing his hand from between the other boy's legs and lifting it under the stream of water to rinse off the slick sheen of the lube they'd been using. He switched their positions and leaned back against the wall, spreading his legs slightly and putting himself fully on display. He wrapped a hand around the base of his cock and pumped himself a couple times, making sure he was completely hard as Tristan sunk to his knees in front of him.

Dan barely managed to stifle the noise of approval that threatened to leave his lips at the sight of Phil's cock resting hard against the dip of his navel. As it was, he had to slide the bottles of product closer into the crease of his elbow so he could use his free hand to cover his mouth.

Phil was huge, far bigger than anything Dan had ever thought about putting inside himself, but now the thought of being stretched open and fucked by something so intimidating only made his own dick pulse harder beneath his hand. He could only imagine the feeling of it pushing inside of him, the way it'd press against parts of him that his fingers would never be able to reach, would rub up against him in all of the right ways.

He watched on as silent as he could possibly managed while Tristan leaned forward and took Phil into his mouth, barely giving himself time to adjust before starting to sink down the length of his cock. Dan found himself swallowing harshly, imagining what it'd be like to be in that position. Tristan couldn't even fit all of it into his mouth, only made it about halfway before bringing a hand up to run over the base where he couldn't reach.

Phil groaned deeply and Dan's eyes snapped upward at the unexpected noise, even more surprised to find dark blue ones blinking back at him. A flash of hesitation flickered across Phil's features, like he hadn't expected to be caught staring so suddenly, but he didn't look away. Neither did Dan.

Well, not at first, but eventually the needy little noises Tristan was making in the back of his throat grew too tempting and he had no choice but to be the first one to break eye contact. He glanced downward, his cheeks aflame as he thought about what he'd just been caught doing. He was so ashamed that he debated taking his hand off of himself, but that plan was short-lived when his gaze landed on the sloppy way Phil had started to thrust his hips forward into his lover's mouth. That explained the noises.

Tristan whimpered, his hand dropping to his own lap as he started to work his hand over himself at an eager pace. Phil threaded his fingers through his hair and pulled him closer to meet each jerk of his hips, practically using Tristan's mouth to get off. "Look at you, such a pretty little slut for me. You take my cock like you were made for it, don't you?"

It was selfish and rough and hot. Dan took a quiet step backward into the shadows, hoping to go unnoticed, but Phil glanced away from Tristan's heated gaze to follow the movement. He quirked an eyebrow and Dan offered a sheepish smile in answer, uncertain what kind of formalities the situation called for as he reluctantly dropped his towel despite the audience. Phil growled, carelessly yanking Tristan forward by his grip on his hair. The corresponding moan made it clear that neither of them particularly minded the rough handling.

Dan moved to touch himself, to properly get himself off now that he'd committed to the stupid idea that was participating in this mock threesome, but the loud shaky moan that echoed around the room drew his attention like a moth to a flame. He watched, hopelessly hard and smearing pre-cum across his own stomach, as Phil threw his head back and drove his hips forward as far as Tristan's mouth would allow. He stilled afterward, holding the other boy in place as he shook under the weight of his orgasm and lazily rutted into his mouth.

The face Phil made when he came wasn't something Dan would be forgetting any time soon, the way his eyes had screwed shut and his jaw had gone slack as guttural deep noises tumbled past his lips. He'd been relatively quiet throughout the majority of what was happening, but he was so verbal during his high that Dan nearly found his entirely untouched. It wasn't quite enough though, no matter how very close he was, practically teetering on the precipice of his climax.

Phil slumped backward after he was finished, using the wall behind him for support as Tristan pulled off of his length and looked up at him with a pleased smirk. Phil rolled his eyes fondly and cupped his jaw, swiping his thumb through the excess of saliva and cum that had gathered there before dipping it into his mouth and wordlessly asking for it to be licked clean. Tristan didn't protest.

"Mm, I'm close." He announced afterward, sitting back on his knees and working his hand over himself furiously. Phil kneeled in front of him and swatted his hand away, quickly replacing it with his own.

"Are you gonna cum in the boy's locker rooms? At school when the next class could walk in at any moment? After having my cock stuffed down your throat and swallowing my cum?" Phil prompted, his pace unrelenting even as Tristan started to squirm and whimper under the ministrations. His breath hitched and he let out a long needy noise, clearly growing closer by the second. He nodded his head desperately, eyes glazed over when they finally fluttered open to find Phil's. "How naughty of you."

"Can I?" Tristan asked, bringing a hand down to cup Phil's wrist and get him to stop. Dan blinked in confusion, wondering why he'd bothered to ask for permission over something as seemingly small as that. He shook slightly as he waited for Phil's approval, his nails digging into the flesh of Phil's arm as he put his all into holding himself back. Finally, after such a long stretch of time that Dan himself felt antsy and impatient, Phil nodded his head.

"Go ahead." Phil grunted, picking back up where he'd left off the moment his hand was let go. Tristan came almost immediately, with a shout of Phil's name and a drawn-out raspy cry torn from his poor strained throat. He shot streaks of white over his own chest and Phil's hand, his cock pulsing in Phil's grip as he reached his high. Phil grinned devilishly, leaning forward to capture his lips in a brief kiss to silence his needy noises. He pulled back with a wink, their lips still close enough to brush together as he started to speak. "Good boy."

The words of praise were directed toward Tristan, that much was clear, but Dan didn't miss the sideways glance Phil gave him as he spoke them. It went straight to his cock, caused an intense heat to roll through him in waves as he thought about what it'd be like to have those words spoken to him. He would work so hard, make Phil feel so good, all to be told what a good job he'd done in that same fucked-out gritty voice.

Suddenly, without the distraction of the show in front of him, Dan felt hyper-aware of what he was doing and where his thoughts were. He snatched his towel off the floor as silently as possible, risked a glance over at the other two boys to find them totally wrapped up in each other in post-sex bliss, and then he made his escape. He ducked back into the locker room and clumsily shoved his clothes back on, ignoring the uncomfortable pressure of his jeans against his evident hard-on, and stumbled into the hall without so much as a glance back toward where he'd come from.

Damn it.

--

Dan was pretty damn sure that the past twenty-four hours had been the most stressful times he'd ever lived through. Normally, Friday nights were some of the best, he had a weekly tradition of spending them with his two closest friends and binging whatever show they picked out that week. Things were different this week, but not for the better, oh no. He cancelled their plans after the events of yesterday, lied about being sick, and spent the entire night lying in his bed achingly hard with thoughts of Phil on his mind.

Phil, who, for all intents and purposes, was a damn asshole. They'd seen each other again three times after that dreaded shower exchange and not once had he just let it go. Each and every time Phil had noticed they were in the same class, the same hallway, the same general area, he went out of his way to get under Dan's skin. Waving, winking, even just those stupid sly smiles that Dan was pretty sure were reserved solely for fucking with him in specific. It was torture having Phil tease him before now, but with the daunting memory of Phil's orgasm face looming in the back of his mind at every turn, Dan had never yearned for the sweet release of death more.

That's what he was doing currently, angrily marching back home after a quick trip to the store. His arms ached from supporting the grocery bags the entire way, totally unrelated to any strenuous activity they'd been put through the night before, and he was annoyed. He'd been so confident for so long that Phil Lester would never get under his skin, now that he found himself willingly longing for as much, he was livid. His moral high ground was the only sense of consistency he had in his life, if he stooped so low as to hook up with the school tramp, who would he be?

"Hey neighbor." Dan froze, his blood running cold as the familiar voice addressed him. He'd been so close to making it home without a dreaded interaction. Normally Phil was never at his father's house on the weekends... not that Dan kept up with his schedule, it was just difficult not to notice when the person you tried to avoid most in the world was residing in the house next to yours.

A long time ago, before his parents had divorced, Phil had been his neighbor full-time. When they were much younger, before Phil had turned into the demonic influence that he was now, they'd been something akin to friends. They never talked at school, Dan was a shy kid and stayed completely silent until about sixth grade when Phil had already started to gain popularity, but in the comfort of their own backyards they'd grown fairly close.

That is, until Dan had abruptly told Phil he couldn't be friends with him anymore the moment the gay rumors started to come out. It was a selfish, ignorant move on his part, he was old enough now to not take everything his close-minded religious relatives told him about sexuality to heart, but at the time it'd frightened him. Phil was so open, so blatant and loud about his attraction to boys, it angered Dan. Now he was starting to realize that most of that anger had stemmed from his own repressed feelings, the knowledge that he could never embrace how he felt with the same confidence.

Perhaps it was a similar situation he found himself now, whenever he tried to talk down to Phil because of his sexual promiscuity. God forbid, but maybe Dan was a closeted sex fiend living in denial, and seeing Phil living his dreams was deeply insulting for that reason.

He screwed his eyes shut, trying to will himself to stop thinking already.

"Oh no." Dan managed weakly, risking a curious glance toward the source of the voice. Phil was grinning proudly back at him over the top of the fence surrounding his yard, the goofy smile oddly endearing from the angle Dan was looking at it from. That boy had no right to look so pleased about getting his attention.

"Oh yes." Phil replied in a deep suggestive voice, wiggling his eyebrows pointedly. Dan turned away and glared at the asphalt. When he looked back a long moment later, Phil had disappeared from view. He wondered if maybe his neighbor had finally learned how to take a hint, but in reality he knew what was coming even before Phil came stumbling through the gate and joined him on the sidewalk.

He bounded up to him with a grin so satisfied that Dan had to wonder if he'd gone to his father's house this weekend purposely, just for the chance to confront him. It sounded like the type of thing he would do.

"Lay one filthy hand on me and I'll tell the principal about what I walked in on last yesterday." Dan snapped harshly, glaring at the offending hand hovering frozen in the air above his shoulder. Phil recoiled sheepishly, a pout on his lips that didn't look at all exaggerated.

Had he really thought things had changed between them after the likes of that giant mistake? In what world would they be on terms good enough for a friendly pat of greeting? Dan had damned well seen the types of places that hand found itself in, he didn't want it touching his bare skin.

"That's hardly the way to treat someone who gave you a free show out of the kindness of their heart, I was hoping for a compliment or two." Phil sighed dramatically, quickly bouncing back to his usual self. It was better that way, Dan decided, he didn't want to think of Phil as someone with genuine emotions that could be affected by his behavior. Clearly Phil didn't think of his emotions if he thought it was okay to approach him after what'd happened between them and talk about it so casually.

"About what? How grossly unjust your actions are?" Dan huffed, struggling to shift the weight of the plastic bags he was holding. Phil noticed his struggled, swooping forward to grab them just before they slipped past Dan's fingers. He received a scowl in lieu of thanks, though when Dan tried to take them back, Phil held on tightly until their gazes reluctantly met.

"Well, in my head it was something more like you telling me your mouth watered when you saw how big my cock was, but I'm open to suggestions." Phil mused, eyes twinkling with obvious mischief. Dan took a stumbling step backward and gagged, shaking his head back and forth to will away the images that had just flooded through his mind. He was doing such a good job of repressing all of that until now.

Stupid Phil and his stupid monster cock, Dan hated the both of them.

"You disgust me. I can't believe there are people out there like you, so unashamed of the way they defile God's word." Dan grumbled, trying and failing to hide the way his eyes flickered downward. What kind of cruel God did he put his faith in that would allow Phil to be walking around in sopping wet swim trunks?!

He'd committed now though, and he would continue ranting in the same way he always did, even if the malice behind the words was quickly faltering. "I bet you weren't even fucking born, you were probably summoned at some half-assed satanic ritual."

There was a brief pause in conversation, seemingly where Phil processed what Dan was saying, and then his face lit up with amusement.

"You swore." He spoke in a hushed tone, like he feared Dan's family might overhear.

"Yeah? So?"

"That's new." Phil explained quietly, studying him with fascination dawning across his features. Dan resisted the urge to roll his eyes at the antics. "You never used to swear."

"I'm eighteen, Phil, it's been a few years since I genuinely believed the lord bears witness to every sinful act I commit." Dan responded matter-of-factly, tilting his head back sticking his nose up into the air snobbily. Phil glared at him, clearly unimpressed by the way he was being addressed, but then something dangerous sparked in his eyes that had Dan's act faltering helplessly. He knew that look all too well, knew that he'd just dug his own grave.

Phil stepped closer, indifferent toward the fact they were standing outside of both of their houses and anyone could see at any moment, and leaned in to whisper in Dan's ears. Or, that's what Dan had been expecting, meaning he let out an embarrassing shrill squeak when Phil nipped at the lobe instead. Phil's free hand landed on his hip before he could stumble backward again, keeping him from stupidly stepping out onto the road in his daze.

"Does he only bear witness to the really bad ones then? Like when you get hard watching two boys hooking up in the showers?" Phil questioned, his voice hushed but persistent, a low gravelly growl that seemed to rumble in his chest. Dan shivered, swallowing harshly as the obvious sexual tension Phil had reintroduced went straight to his cock. Jesus, he'd spent half the night with his hand around himself, pressing inside of himself and imagining it was Phil instead, surely he deserved a break by now. That whole sex fiend theory was starting to look more and more accurate.

"I wasn't hard." Dan argued petulantly, though even as he said it he found himself tilting his head to the side and offering Phil better access. The noise of approval he received caused a breathy whimper to slip past his lips, reminded once again of the praise Tristan had earned and how badly he'd wanted to be on the receiving end of that. He hated Phil, he really did, but he could play along for something as tempting as that.

"Yes, you were." Phil chuckled, his breath warm as it blew across Dan's sensitive neck in short staccato bursts. Dan didn't mean to do it, but he found himself pressing forward insistently, until Phil's lips were pressed against the dip of skin beneath his jawline. He whined in protest when Phil pulled back without so much as a kiss or a bite, feeling unfairly cheated when Phil started giggling instead. "Fuck, that was so dirty of you. I didn't know you had it in you. I mean, I'd always kinda hoped, but-"

"Screw off." Dan groaned, tearing the grocery bags from Phil's hands and standing by the decision even when he found them significantly harder to carry without handles. He turned on his heel and started stomping toward his house again, barely making it five steps before two arms slid around his waist from behind and he froze on the spot. Phil snickered, pressing his front flush against Dan's backside and pressing his lips to the nape of Dan's neck as he spoke.

"You probably could've joined if you had've wanted to." Phil mused playfully, his voice dropping to something tantalizing and intimate again. The implications didn't go unnoticed and thoughts of getting on his knees for Phil plagued Dan's mind again, though this time they weren't the only two present. He'd never thought of Tristan like that, but after seeing him panting and moaning, rivulets of water running down his smooth dark skin, it wasn't hard to imagine.

When Dan felt the telltale stir of evident arousal in his jeans, he thought about shoving Phil away and making a scene, but that wasn't what he really wanted to do.

He bit his lip, conflicted, and leaned back against the warm planes of Phil's body. He hardly even cared that the seat of his pants were getting wet thanks to Phil's swimming trunk situation, only focused on how close that meant they were. He wondered if Phil could get hard from this if he moved his hips back in just the right way, if he'd be able to feel him growing thicker through the layers of clothing between them.

Phil smirked against his skin, moving his lips across it as if to praise Dan for being so agreeable. Without even realizing fully that he was doing it, he caught himself grinding his hips back against Phil and froze, cheeks heating up in shame. Noticing his sudden hesitation, Phil's grip around his waist tightened into something akin to a hug, reassuring and strangely innocent considering their position. "Tristan thought it was really hot having you watching us, I don't doubt he would've taken you down his throat too."

"He knew I was there?!" Dan yelped, whipping his head to the side to stare at Phil over his shoulder. He greatly underestimated what a mistake that'd be, considering the heat that swirled through him when his gaze met with that of dark blue eyes filled with obvious lust.

"Not at first, I had to nudge his head in your direction." Phil explained carefully, like he was trying to gauge how Dan would react before it was even said.

Dan shifted, uncertain how he felt about the new information, torn between being insecure or shamefully turned on by the knowledge that he'd had even more of an audience than he'd thought. Phil smirked, as if detecting where his thoughts were at, and took it upon himself to make him lean in favor of the latter. "Not that it really mattered, you started making those whiny little noises not long afterward and he would've found out on his own."

"I did not!" Dan snapped, before a sudden realization rendered him speechless. This wasn't just a matter of ongoing banter between him and Phil, there was someone else involved this time. He paled, leaning away from Phil's wandering mouth and feeling thankful when the older boy immediately took him seriously and gave him space. Phil even went so far as to try to step away and stop touching him entirely at the rejection, but Dan settled his hands over the pale ones on his stomach and held them. "What if he tells someone?"

"He won't." Phil answered easily, crowding closer to Dan again now that he knew what was wrong. Dan smiled softly, unable to deny how much he'd started to enjoy the close proximity.

He'd never allowed himself to be so close to anyone before, always painstakingly aware of how sensitive he was to touch and how mortifying it'd be if something seemingly innocent worked him up. The amount of times he'd lashed out at people for mistakenly touching his neck was unreal. Though, after what had happened between them yesterday, Dan was pretty sure he was past that point with Phil.

Phil had slipped one hand under the hem of his shirt now, tentatively tracing his thumb across Dan's smooth stomach, the gesture seemingly absentminded as Phil continued to reassure Dan. "He can't, not without admitting that he likes being pressed up against the wall and stretched open with my fingers."

"Gross." Dan snickered, swatting at Phil's hand when he started to toy with the button of Dan's pants. As always, Phil backed off accordingly, his hands settling on Dan's hips again instead.

"You don't find it gross in your dirty little novels you read, do you?"

"I told you, it's for a project."

"Do you get yourself off while you read them?" Phil asked, his tone conversational as he went back to mouthing at the base of Dan's neck.

"Phil!" A full-body shiver wracked his frame when Phil dragged his teeth across his skin and he blanked for a moment, barely managing to sound chastising at all when he tried to reprimand the other boy and his choice of topic. It sounded an awful lot like a moan.

"I can picture it. You, with your legs spread wide and your hand around your dick, pumping yourself so fast it almost hurts. You get off on that though, don't you? Besides, you need to finish fast, can't have those respectable Christian parents walking in on you." The words were tumbling past Phil's lips so fast now that Dan's head was reeling, trying and failing to keep up with the picture they were painting. He tipped his head back to rest it against Phil's shoulder, not protesting in the slightest when Phil pulled him closer to the fence so they'd be hidden from view of their houses.

Phil had started to roll his hips now, moving in a slow determined grind that had Dan's thought process dropping entirely. He was hard, Dan could feel how hard he was. He did that. "They never did give you a lock on your door, did they? They figured they could trust their sweet little boy to behave, that he didn't need the extra layer of privacy. You did though, but you never asked for it, at first because you were nervous but then because the thrill of getting caught spurred you on."

"Listen, I don't care what kind of warped fantasies of me you have in your head, I don't want to hear about them." Dan grumbled, but it came across as fond no matter how he tried to filter it. Phil chuckled, the sound genuinely amused, like he couldn't believe Dan was still trying to deny what was actually happening between them. Dan couldn't really believe it either, but denial was the only comfortable thing he had to rely on. The sexuality crisis would be coming back in full-force after this, as if he hadn't suffered enough since yesterday.

"You like it, don't you?" Phil groaned, burying his face in Dan's curls and exhaling loudly. "Exhibitionism, voyeurism, the real dirty shit where you want everyone to get off on you while you get off on them."

"Phil, please." Dan wasn't entirely sure what he was asking for, only that he wanted it. He'd never wanted anything so badly in his life, his voice seemed to shake with the mere desire for it. Phil snapped his hips forward suddenly, the same time one of his hands dipped forward to cup Dan through his pants.

"You're hard again." He muttered knowingly. This time Dan didn't protest when Phil's fingers lingered on the button of his pants, even reached down to undo it himself when Phil understandably hesitated before going any further. Phil spun him around suddenly, pressing Dan's back against the fence and shielding him from view of any oncoming cars as he slipped his hand into his pants. Dan dropped the grocery bags he was holding and curled his hands into tight fists.

"I'm a teenager, that happens." Dan bit out playfully, jerking forward into Phil's hand the moment he cupped the aching bulge in his boxers. Phil bit his lip, concentration evident in his expression, along with the swell of nervousness Dan had never expected to see on his face. Surely he knew what he was doing when it came to stuff like that, but he seemed terrified of messing it up now.

This was the first time Dan had looked at Phil since they'd started talking really, so he allowed himself to indulge in the sharp angles and soft blush of Phil's face. He was attractive, unfairly so, and Dan was swamped with the sudden urge to lean forward and capture his lips in a kiss. That wasn't good. That was, in fact, very bad.

He glared down at the pavement, hissing air out through his teeth when Phil started to run his hand over him, running his thumb over the leaking head of his cock and the damp patch forming through the layer of fabric between them. "Doesn't mean anything you're saying holds any truth."

"You're right, I have no proof to any of this." Phil scoffed, causing Dan to grin cheekily. Really, the fact that he was allowing Phil to shove his hands down his pants on the damn street made it abundantly clear that he was into that exhibitionism thing, but he would continue being difficult until the threat of moaning and pleading for Phil to touch him instead was gone.

"E-Exactly!" Dan stuttered out, sinking his teeth into his bottom lip to keep any further noises from escaping when Phil reached down to cup his balls.

"So, uh, hypothetically, if you were to run upstairs the moment you walked through the door and strip as soon as you reached the privacy of your bedroom, desperate to get your hands on yourself... you would remember to close the curtains?" Dan furrowed his eyebrows together, confused by the unexpected serious tone Phil was using. He cracked an eye open, uncertain when they'd fallen closed, and found Phil's determined gaze already focused on his face.

Dan panted, tilting his head to the side in confusion. Things started to click together when Phil ducked his head, looking genuinely sheepish for the very first time in his life. "You know, your sinful depraved neighbor's room is right across from yours, you wouldn't want him to think you were purposely putting on a show for him. Right?"

"Oh." Dan moaned, a full-on gritty pornstar sort of noise, and rocked his hips forward at a much harsher pace. He was getting steadily closer now, the thought of cumming in Phil's hand growing more appealing by the second. Taking this as some form of strange encouragement, Phil toyed with the waistband of Dan's boxers before dipping his hand under the final layer of clothing keeping them from skin-on-skin contact.

"You're so hot, damn it, so fucking pretty." Phil babbled uselessly, watching Dan's face closely as he started to properly run his hand over Dan's hard cock, using the excessive amount of pre-cum to aid his movements. Dan mewled pitifully when Phil leaned in and used his free hand to tug his shirt to the side, beginning to litter Dan's collarbones with kisses and bites, occasionally pausing to lap his tongue across the smooth skin.

Dan was glad he had the fence to support him when his knees felt so weak. "You definitely wouldn't want him to see the way you pinch and roll your nipples between your fingers, grinding your hips with a pillow wedged between your thighs because you're too damn prideful to go out and buy a proper toy to help yourself get off."

Dan could have came from that alone, he was certain of it, but the shrill sound of voices in the distance caught his attention at the last second. Distracted, he scrambled backward and tried to slap Phil's hands away, despite the heat curling low in his abdomen after growing so close to orgasm only to put it off longer. He was so hard it hurt, but he had some level of decency left.

"Stop." He ordered, watching the confusion and hurt flicker through Phil's eyes at the rejection. Dan cursed the moment, reminded once again that Phil wasn't the emotionless sex demon he'd always been made out to be, that there was actually a person there. Why couldn't all of this stay physical? That part was easy enough.

"What?" Dan nudged his head to the side as he scrambled to button his pants again. Phil followed his lead, turning and widening his eyes comically when he saw the group of girls their age making their way down the sidewalk toward them. Once again, Dan was given the luxury of watching Phil blush.

As they shuffled past, Dan couldn't help but notice the way Phil angled himself toward him. His first thought was that Phil was trying to protect Dan from their line of view, given the embarrassed way Dan was holding his shirt as low as possible, but a curious glance downward proved his theory wrong in an instant. He gulped, gaping at the obvious outline of Phil's cock through the shorts he was wearing, the way the wet fabric clung to his skin leaving little to the imagination.

Dan was tempted to touch it, audience be damned, just to see how Phil would react. He didn't get the chance though, interrupted by the flirty giggle one of the girls let out when she raked her eyes over Phil's disheveled appearance. An entirely unwarranted swirl of jealousy curled in the pit of Dan's stomach, ugly and stubborn.

He watched on as Phil lifted his hand and whistled at her as she walked by, the sound low and suggestive even as the goofy wave he was giving contrasted it. Dan glowered at them until they took notice of his presence and finally continued on their way. He turned to Phil immediately, not even waiting until they were out of earshot before stomping on Phil's foot and hissing at him under his breath.

"I can't believe you waved at them with the hand that was just down my pants!"

"Sorry! I was trying to be polite!"

"Polite?!" Dan screeched, beyond exasperated with the entire situation. Dan was uncomfortably hard in his stupidly tight skinny jeans and he wanted to get off, but he wasn't sure that they could pick up where they'd left off when the conflicted feelings of jealousy and possessiveness were still lingering in the back of his mind. He didn't want Phil, not really, but he didn't want anyone else to have him either.

Phil was staring at him, likely scrutinizing the sudden shift in atmosphere and trying to figure out why Dan had reacted so badly to something so small.

"Are you mad at me? Over the window thing? You didn't start leaving your curtains open until that day we spoke at your locker so I figured it was intentional. My bad." Phil was hurriedly explaining himself now, rattling on as he fumbled with his hands.

Dan watched him closely, thinking back on the conversation they'd just been having and all the things Phil had admitted to seeing him do. Sex fiend that he was, he didn't find himself feeling the least bit bothered by the fact he'd had an audience. It probably had a lot to do with the fact that it was Phil, the boy who had been trying to get his attention again shamelessly ever since they stopped talking. He liked giving Phil attention, but only when he could play it off and pretend it'd been accidental.

"Do you?" He asked suddenly, gripping Phil's shirt to shut him up. It worked, the useless words of a clumsy apology came to an abrupt stop as he stared down at where Dan was holding him.

"Huh?"

"Do you have... toys?" Dan asked, experimentally shifting his tone as he said the last word. He knew what he was asking, he wasn't so innocent that he didn't realize those types of things existed, but he'd never imagined Phil might have them. Might use them on himself.

Phil grinned at him, his usual confidence returning in buckets as he settled his hands over Dan's and squeezed. Another one of those shameless tacky winks directed toward Dan's direction and he tried his best to downplay the way it sent another rush of heat coursing through his veins.

"I guess you'll never know, shame I don't leave my curtains open for my depraved neighbor to see the things I do when no one else is around." Phil teased, smiling as he lifted Dan's hands and pressed a string of chaste kisses along his knuckles.

Dan gulped and stumbled backward, startled by the sudden shift between sexual and something so inherently... not sexual. Despite the subject matter, Phil hardly seemed like the same suggestive man he'd been moments before, now he was much softer. Vaguely, Dan wondered if he was relieved to find out that he wasn't mad at him.

Phil studied the space Dan had put between them and sighed, like he was disappointed by the turn of events but not at all surprised. He stretched suddenly, lifting his arms high above his head and allowing Dan to ogle him as he did so. He looked back down and caught him in the act, a knowing smirk gracing his features. "Why? Were you looking to borrow one?"

"Ha! You wish." Dan laughed, whirling around and bending over to grab the grocery bags as quickly as possible. It wasn't quick enough, given the solid smack that landed on his ass as Phil slapped him. He jolted upright at that, incredulously staring at the other boy and fumbling over his words as he walked backwards toward his own house. Phil was laughing, the noise bright and warm, and Dan dwelled on the way his heart seemed to stutter worse than his words at the sound.

Dan stumbled through the door a moment later and left all the bags on the floor where he stood, hoping no one would question the rough condition they were in. He leaned back against the door, ignoring the throbbing between his legs to the best of his ability and trying to get his breathing under control. He wasn't sure if he was excited or panicking at the revelation that had just struck him, the idea that he might possibly be in love with Phil.

It made more sense than his running sex fiend theory, probably.

"Jesus Christ." He groaned under his breath, burying his face in his hands. Could there have been a worse person for him to fall for? It was bad enough he insisted on wanting a dude, but leave it to him to take interest in the least attainable guy at his school, the one who has a list of hook-ups longer than his academic achievements. It would never work. Dan would want committed, loyal, and he can't imagine Phil being either of those things.

"Daniel! Did you just use the lord's name in vain?!" He jumped as his mother came around the corner, studying the mess of groceries at his feet. Her tone wasn't necessarily angry, more chastising and slightly disappointed. She'd long ago stopped trying to control the things he could and couldn't say, he was an adult now more or less, but he still felt guilty all the same when he let her down. He could swear all he wanted anywhere else, but he tried to censor himself around his family.

"Nah, I said I was craving Cheezits and rice, why would I say something like that?" Dan laughed nervously, edging toward the base of the stairs, his back pressed against the wall. She gave him a disbelieving glance, shaking her head fondly as she gathered the bags into her arms.

"Is that what you want for dinner?" She teased, shuffling past him into the kitchen. He grinned, watching as she disappeared from view, still tutting under her breath. "You're such a strange child."

"I don't feel so good, I might go upstairs and lie down for a bit." He called after her, gripping the railing and shuffling out of the way as his brother came bouncing down the stairs to scout out the new grocery arrivals.

"Alright, feel better soon, sweetie." Dan's mother called from the other room, vague concern tracing her tone. Dan felt a bit bad, but it wasn't a lie entirely, he was feeling pretty far from 'good' in that very moment. He was confused, scared, shamefully horny... none of it made for a good time.

He jogged up the stairs and ducked into his room, hurriedly closing the door behind himself. Phil had been right about the lock thing, shamefully enough. It seemed Phil still knew him a lot better than he liked to believe. He sighed and shucked his shirt over his head, throwing it haphazardly onto the floor as he walked into the room. He wasn't sure how he wanted to do this just yet, but dinner wasn't far off and he wasn't about to stoop to skipping meals to touch himself.

He would make it quick, probably wouldn't bother with stretching himself open on his fingers, would just jerk himself off quick and rough. He needed release fast, he'd been teetering on the edge of 'too much' for far too long now.

Dan collapsed onto his bed and mewled softly at the friction it gave him, he bit his lip and shifted his hips experimentally against the blankets. That was nice. He rolled over onto his back and moved to unbutton his pants next, hands working clumsy and fast, when a flash of movement caught his attention. He froze, looking up through his lashes and gaping at where Phil was cheekily waving at him from the comfort of his own room.

He scowled at the other boy and Phil answered with a smirk, lifting a mug to his lips and taking a sip of whatever was inside with his eyebrows raised. Kinky little fuck, making himself right at home and getting comfortable for the show. Dan raised his middle finger at him and shifted onto his knees, running his hand over his stomach and tweaking his nipple the moment he reached it. He was fairly certain he could see Phil gulping from here as he slammed the mug down against the desk he was sitting at.

Then, using every seductive instinct he had, he rose to his feet and sauntered toward the window. Phil perked up noticeably, eyes wide as he leaned forward in his chair. Dan braced one window against the glass, huffing out a heavy breath of air to blow his hair out of his face. His other hand slipped down his stomach, hesitating at the waistband of his boxers and drawing the moment out, and then he shoved the curtains shut and giggled to himself.

He fell onto his bed with breathy little laughs still tumbling past his lips, kicking his pants off the rest of the way and then quickly allowing his boxers to follow suit. He risked a glance toward the door and threw a blanket over himself, wasting no time in grabbing the lotion off his bedside table and wrapping a hand around his cock. He couldn't help but think about how he was picking up where Phil had left off.

Dan brought a hand up and shoved the majority of his fist into his mouth to keep from making any noise as he bucked up into his touch, already worked up from all of the build-up. A minute later and he was rolling around in the sheets with sweat plastering his hair to his forehead, ragged panting filling the room as he desperately tried to catch his breath.

The familiar chime of his phone going off filled his ears and he scowled, glancing toward where he'd left his pants on the floor with indifference. He laid back against the pillows and closed his eyes, effortlessly conjuring the image of Phil curled up beside him, the memory of his soft lips moving over his neck still fresh in his mind. He whimpered.

Then his phone went off again. He groaned in annoyance, wondering who could possibly be texting him so many times. He rolled over onto his stomach, grinding his hips forward in short choppy movements, hoping to find his high quicker.

His phone sounded once again and he gnashed his teeth together in frustration. He kicked the blankets back and hurriedly snatched his jeans off the floor before returning to the bed. He threw the clothing article back onto the floor the moment he found his phone, surprised by the name lighting up the screen.

From: Phil Lester (do not reply!!)

"This is literally so rude."

He had no idea how Phil had gotten his number, if he'd had it all along or impulsively tried to get it from someone else specifically for this exchange, but it didn't matter. He was here now and Dan was more than willing to have fun with that idea.

Dan smirked, dropping his free hand to run it over himself at a much slower pace, dwelling on the sensation as he traced his finger around the head of his cock. He read through the rest of the messages with his bottom lip drawn back between his teeth and his back arching in time with the slow deliberate rolls of his hips.

From: Phil Lester (do not reply!!)

"Don't ignore me."

He rolled his eyes. The amusement quickly faded when he read the most recent message, his heart racing in his chest.

From: Phil Lester (do not reply!!)

"Does it feel good? Are you thinking of me?"

Dan mewled softly, resisting the urge to give up on the slow pace in an instant and just race to climax like usual. He wanted to make the most of whatever strange thing was happening between the two of them, especially when Phil was so very insistent about it all. Who was he to deny the man?

To: Phil Lester (do not reply!!)

"Feels great, wish u were here ;)"

Dan replied clumsily, gasping as he dipped his thumb into his slit and collected the pre-come that had gathered there. He paused, quirked an eyebrow, and lifted his hand to his lips as his phone buzzed with the telltale reply. His eyes fluttered shut and he whined at the taste of himself on his tongue, wondering if Phil would taste the same.

He scowled at the name on his phone and quickly went about changing it, deciding that he was past the point of trying to lecture himself into being reasonable. He had done far more than reply to Phil now, he was in over his head and he was going to damn well enjoy the downward spiral.

From: Phil

"I hate you."

Dan chuckled, dropping his newly-slick hand and ditching his earlier plan entirely. Why should he rush through this? Other than the lingering guilt and shock of the situation, he couldn't deny that this was the hottest thing he'd ever done, the hottest he'd ever felt. He wanted to make Phil feel good, wanted to tease him and give the idiot a taste of his own medicine.

To: Phil

"Your own fault."

He eased the first finger into himself with slight difficulty, breathing heavily as he slid it back out and opted for using vaseline rather than saliva. When his hand returned to the space between his legs again, he already had another message waiting for him on his phone. He decided to check it before picking up where he'd left off.

From: Phil

"I thought you were into being watched, I wouldn't have brought it up otherwise."

Dan stared at the message for a long time before rolling over, feeling suddenly upset with the situation the longer he dwelled on what Phil had said. He wouldn't have brought it up? What was that supposed to mean?

To: Phil

"So, what you're really saying is that you wouldn't have brought it up if it meant you wouldn't have been able to continue watching me without my consent?"

He typed out hastily, a prominent pout on his lips. Really, how entitled did Phil think he was to say something like that? This time, the reply came much quicker than usual, like Phil had dropped everything to reassure him. Dan thought that was pathetic, until he read the actual content of the message and he felt the fight draining out of him.

From: Phil

"I'm not a monster, Dan. If you had told me to piss off outside, I never would have looked again, even if the curtains /were/ left open. I only meant that I regret making you uncomfortable, you don't owe me anything."

Dan wants to stay mad, he really does, but he can't deny how considerate the message is and Phil's already typing something else as if to add to the already perfect apology. It wasn't like he'd merely forgotten to close his curtains either, somewhere in the back of his filthy mind he'd always toyed with and gotten off on the idea of Phil watching him. He could argue all he wanted and shove all of the blame onto Phil, but he hadn't really done anything that Dan hadn't wanted him to.

He sighed, sitting up and staring down at his phone as the next message came through and Phil seemed to have grown even more frantic.

From: Phil

"Dan, I'm really sorry. I understand if I crossed a line and if you're genuinely mad at me, I probably deserve that. If there's anything I can do to make things better, let me know, otherwise I'll give you space."

Dan started to reply a few times, only to think better of the way he'd phrased it each time and erase it all. He didn't know what to say, wasn't sure what he wanted to say either. He didn't want Phil to feel bad, but he wasn't sure how he could explain that.

An idea struck him and he decided to act before he could back out. He threw the blanket over his shoulders, listened closely for any sign of someone approaching his room, and then walked over to his window and slowly pulled the curtains back. Phil wasn't sitting at his desk now, instead he seemed to be pacing his room in his boxers. Dan stifled a laugh at how ridiculous he looked and glanced down at his phone to type out a message.

To: Phil

"Stop panicking and don't make things awkward."

Dan watched as Phil came to a stop in the middle of his room to read the text the moment he received it, the confusion evident in his features as he studied the message. Dan waited patiently, set his phone on the window sill and reached down to take himself in hand.

When Phil inevitably looked up, he hardly noticed Dan and ended up doing a double take seconds later. The shock was evident in his expression and Dan blushed deeply, grabbing his phone again and trying to hide his face behind it as he typed.

To: Phil

"I said don't make it awkward."

Phil nodded to his phone as he read the text, the reaction adorably flustered, and then Dan watched as he scrambled to sit back down at his desk in front of his window. He propped his chin in his palm and braced his elbow against the surface, licking his lips expectantly.

Dan glanced at his phone.

From: Phil

"100% not awkward, coming right up."

Dan snorted, shaking his head in amusement. He walked backward until the back of his legs met with the frame of his bed and he sat down on his mattress, tossing his phone into the sheets in favor of holding eye contact with Phil. They both seemed frozen for a long moment, uncertain how to approach what was happening, and then Dan spread his legs slightly and he could see the way Phil moaned in answer. That was exactly the type of encouragement he needed.

He dropped a hand to his lap and gasped, already oversensitive and pulsing against his palm the moment he touched himself. He curled his hand into a tight fist and started to work it over himself, up and down at an agonizingly slow pace that had his eyes screwed shut and mouth hanging open as hushed breathy noises left his lips.

Even from here, Dan could see the way Phil was squirming in his seat, could see his arm shifting as he no doubt got himself off to the sight of Dan doing the same. Suddenly painstakingly aware of the advantage Phil had, he found himself struggling to find his phone while he kept working his hand over himself.

To: Phil

"I wanna see you."

He paused to catch his breath after typing it, staring expectantly at Phil and making it clear that the ball was in his court now. He seemed to be debating something, and Dan watched with a surprisingly dry mouth as Phil clambered onto his desk and settled on his knees. This left him completely on display for Dan, who whimpered weakly and arched his hips up into his own touch.

It wasn't that he'd forgotten how big Phil was, he was fairly certain that he'd never be able to chase that fact from his mind, but it was still just as staggering of a realization as the first time as he watched Phil wrap a hand around his base and saw how much of him was still left to touch.

From: Phil

"Work yourself open on your fingers for me?"

He bit his lip, hesitant despite how much the idea appealed to him.

To: Phil

"I've never done more than one before."

Dan watched closely as Phil read through the message, chuckled at the shocked way he looked up to meet his gaze, as if searching for confirmation of the fact. He nodded slowly, lips quirking up into a smile as Phil furrowed his eyebrows together, as if debating whether to take the request back or not. Dan made the impulse decision to keep that from happening and reached over to slick his fingers before returning them to the space between his legs and easing the first one back inside. He could handle that much easily.

He wasn't surprised to find Phil's eyes hungrily watching him when he looked up again, even went so far as to copy his trademark wink and send it back his way. He didn't miss the way Phil's hips bucked upward in answer, the way his hand seemed to speed up as he ran it over his length.

From: Phil

"Fuck. That's hot."

Confident that he knew how to handle the rest without any form of coaching, Dan tossed his phone and shifted further back on the bed. He brought his feet up onto the mattress and spread his legs, staring down his chest at where his cock was leaking against his stomach untouched. He would have slipped a second finger into himself then, desperate to cum already, but his phone started to ring loud and blaring in his ear and he jumped instead. He yelped as his finger pressed deeper inside of himself and just barely brushed the place he'd tried and failed to find so many times before.

He grabbed the phone and answered the call without hesitation.

"What?" Dan snapped, sounding disinterested the moment he spoke. A low groan sounded on the other end of the call and he let out a pitiful whimper, realization hitting him far too late. He whined needily, slipping a second finger past the tight ring of muscle alongside the first.

"Is that how you answer all your calls?" Phil chuckled, very noticeably more flustered than he was letting on. Dan didn't bother answering, too focused on what he was doing to form words. He spread his fingers and scissored them inside of himself, thrusting them harshly until the voice in his ear reminded him that he had an audience to what he was doing. "I want to fuck you."

"Yeah?" Dan questioned, his voice breathy and strained. He swallowed harshly, dropping his phone onto the sheets and laying his head against it. He brought his newly-freed hand down to run it over his cock and bring on his impending orgasm faster. "How would you do it?"

"Hm?"

"How would you fuck me, tell me all about it."

"Rough." Phil answered gruffly, without a beat of hesitation. Dan keened, biting down on the nearest wad of blankets to keep any more noises from escaping. "I'd take my time preparing you, be soft and gentle as I eased you into the mood and worked you up. Things would change in a flash though, the moment you were ready I'd push your face into the pillows and hitch your hips up into the air, put that tight hole on display for me. I might even spank you a few times, that seemed to get me a good reaction earlier."

"Mm, please." He managed weakly, thrusting up into his hand, trying to imagine Phil touching him instead. The fantasy was easily held with Phil's voice in his ear, speaking in that same sultry way from before.

"I'd fill you up so well, so much better than your fingers ever could. I'd have you begging for release by the end of it, barely hanging on as you pleaded with me to just let you come already." Dan nodded his head eagerly, pressing a third finger inside of himself impulsively. It stung, more than both the first and the second, but he grit his teeth and suffered through it. The pain did nothing to compare to the overwhelming sensation of being so full, how it made it so much more believable to think that Phil was inside of him right now instead. "You'd have to wait though, I wouldn't allow you to let go until I'd already came."

"I-Inside?"

"Hm?"

"Would you, ah, come inside me?" Dan asked shyly, feeling rather sheepish now that he was barrelling toward his climax with a pair of eyes on him. It wasn't the first time that it'd happened, but it was certainly the first he'd been so aware of it.

"No, I'd probably pull out and paint that pretty little ass white. Make sure you know exactly who you belong to." Phil growled quietly, clearly lacking the same hesitation that Dan had.

"Fuck, yeah, I want it. I want you to come all over me." Dan bit back a moan, throwing his head back as his hips jerked upward on their own accord. He had to put all of his strength into stifling a sob of relief as he finally came, shooting streaks of white across his stomach. He trembled under the force of his release, the white hot heat rolling through him and cancelling out the rest of the world until Phil shouted with his own completion.

Dan chewed halfheartedly on the inside of his cheek, weakly stroking himself a few more times to ride out the aftershocks of his high as Phil grunted his way through his own. As the tantalizing senseless noises Phil was making faded out, the world seemed to fade back in to view. Dan was suddenly hyper aware of the fact he was lying sprawled out naked on his bed, panting and moaning into another boy's ear.

The hazy post-orgasm smile fell from his face.

"That was... something else." Phil sighed out, seemingly entirely blissed with everything that had just happened. Dan sat up abruptly and slipped his fingers out of himself, blushing so hard he feared his skin itself would light aflame as he looked over at where Phil was staring back at him, chin perched in the palm of his hand like before. Except now he wasn't sitting at his desk, he was sitting on top of it, and Dan could see his softening dick and the mess he'd made over his shirt.

"Mm." He hummed, a strange sense of panic settling over him. That was very gay. There was no arguing about the potential ungayness of what had just happened between them. And, maybe if he wanted to lie to himself some more, he could say that it'd been 'very bisexual' instead, but Dan was painfully aware of the fact he'd never experienced sexual or romantic attraction toward a woman in his life. He swallowed harshly, the stinging behind his eyes growing more intense. He turned away before tears started to fall, turning his phone off speaker as he stared down at his bedding.

"Dan, I-" Phil started to say something, but he abruptly cut himself off when Dan let out a choked noise that sounded nothing like the pleasured ones that had just been filtering through the speakers.

"I'm not gay." He spat, grabbing the blankets and gathering them around himself. He didn't even bother with trying to close the curtains, couldn't gather the courage to face Phil directly, instead hid himself from view entirely under the covers. He swallowed down a sob, tried to stay as silent as possible as tears trailed down his cheeks. "It didn't happen."

"What?" Phil sounded incredulous, if not slightly angry. That did nothing to help the swirl of self-loathing engulfing Dan like a high tide. He took a shaky deep breath, trying to will himself to concentrate through the sudden terror.

"I need you to pretend it didn't happen." He explained, matter-of-factly, trying to sound as distant and serious as possible. When Phil didn't respond, he willed himself to continue speaking around the growing lump in his throat. When he did, he didn't recognize his own voice, the shrill high-pitched thing that sounded so close to breaking at any moment. "It was a mistake and I wasn't thinking straight."

This is when, normally, Phil would have made some sarcastic comment about how obvious Dan's lack of 'straight' thinking had been. Except, whatever was happening right now, it wasn't normal for them. It wasn't normal for Dan either, who was curled into a tight ball and drowning in shame. Why had he done that? What was wrong with him?

"Dan?"

"Please, Phil, just leave me alone." He pleaded, his voice desperate. A stark silence followed on the other end of the line, leaving Dan to debate whether he should end the call himself, when finally Phil cleared his throat and croaked out a reply. Somehow, he sounded equally as upset about the situation.

"O-Okay. Sorry."

--

"Dan, what is up with you lately?" Pj muttered, reaching over to swat Chris's hand away before he could prey on the unsuspecting distracted Dan by stealing his muffin straight off of his tray. Given the zoned out way Dan was staring across the cafeteria, his eyes wide and nervous, it was probably safe to assume that he could have gotten away with it.

Everyone followed Dan's steady gaze, yet somehow none of them seemed surprised to find he was staring to where Phil had just walked into the room with his arm around another boy. Pj sighed, clearly unimpressed as he stomped on Dan's foot under the table. "I know Phil disgusts you or whatever, but you can't keep avoiding him like this."

"I know that!" Dan snapped harshly, surprising everyone sitting at their table with how quickly he'd bounced back this time around. He looked around sheepishly, his cheeks darkening as he noticed all the eyes on him. He shrugged his shoulders, trying to dismiss the topic. When no one seemed willing to drop it, he panicked and tried to come up with the most believable excuse. "I think he wants in my pants."

"He wants in everyone's pants." Chris commented at his side, leaning his head on Dan's shoulder and batting his eyelashes up at him. He grinned and bounced back when Dan slid his muffin into his open palms. It wasn't that much of a loss, he wasn't sure that he could eat anything when he felt so unsettled anyway.

He'd spent the last month and a half avoiding Phil like the plague, had even gone so far as to re-add the orders not to reply to his texts in his contact name. Yet Phil had never once texted him, so there was nothing for him to even consider replying to. When he made the decision to start avoiding Phil, it was with the knowledge that Phil would be uncaring and continue following him around anyway. The sudden radio silence from the other boy wasn't normal for them. Then again, Dan was starting to wonder if they even had a normal now.

It didn't help that Dan hadn't seen him with anyone else in weeks, other than Tristan who seemed to be hanging off of his side at every chance. He was starting to wonder if Phil was broken or something, who even was he if he wasn't teasing people and sleeping around? Everything seemed to be changing so quickly and Dan was overwhelmed by all of it. The end of the year was steadily approaching and he didn't feel any further prepared for it than he had back in September.

"I guess so." He muttered, casting a final longing glance toward where Phil had settled at a small empty table in the corner, watching as he held the chair out for Tristan and laughed it off when he received a playful hit to the shoulder in response. So Phil was teasing people after all, just not Dan.

Really, he should have been happy about that fact, considering he'd been the one to request that he be left alone, but he wasn't happy. If anything, he felt less happy with his general situation than he had in months. Dan felt so alone with his problems, like he'd messed up the one good thing he had going for him.

"Do you want him in your pants or something?" Pj questioned, pushing his glasses up the bridge of his nose. Dan spluttered and nearly spat his drink out all over his friend, instead ending up coughing wildly when the soda went down his throat so unexpectedly that it seemed to burn the entire way down.

"No, it just bothers me." Dan lied through his teeth the moment he felt capable of speaking again, a deep shuddering breath wracking his frame. Pj didn't look convinced and he decided to turn up the dramatics a notch. "No, you know what, you're right. Nothing he says ever means anything, he's probably already forgotten about me when he flirts with so many people."

"Exactly." Pj sighed out, waving his hand through the air dismissively. Dan gaped at him, following the movement closely to distract himself from the strange amount of offense he'd just taken over such a passive gesture. He was only agreeing with Dan, it shouldn't have hurt him the way it did.

Oblivious to Dan's state, Chris picked up where his other friend had left off. "You're fine, it's not like he has feelings for you. I don't even think he's capable of feeling."

"Probably not." Dan chuckled hollowly, rising from the table before he was anywhere near finished with his cheap meal. He muttered some half-assed excuse about being swamped in homework he had to catch up on, then headed toward the exit at record speeds. He found himself lingering in the doorway though, casting one final glance in Phil's direction and watching as he clumsily shoved a forkful of spaghetti into Tristan's mouth. It was messy and sloppy and they both burst into laughter the moment he was finished chewing... and Dan wanted nothing more than to be a part of it.

The rest of the day seemed to pass in a blur, composed of the same things all of his days had been as of recent. He spent most of his classes writing messy notes in his books, though eventually they always drifted into doodles instead. Then, during the one class he shared with Phil, he spent the entire time sitting uncomfortably straight and listening intently to every word the teacher said. Or, he pretended to, when in reality he was determinedly trying to figure out any excuses he could have to look toward the back of the classroom where Phil sat.

He had it bad.

It was during his second last class of the day, with a seemingly permanent frown etched into his features, that it all started to feel like a bit too much. Noticing how visibly ill Dan looked, his teacher agreed to let him out of class early to go to the nurse instead. Dan ignored the curious gazes of everyone in the room as he left. He didn't head toward the nurse's office, instead making a beeline for his locker and shoving all of his stuff inside.

He leaned against the cool metal, weighing the pros and cons of skipping his last class. It would be just as easy to go to the nurse's office and get an actual slip excusing him from the class, but he didn't want to talk about how the fact that something was obviously wrong with him. He was already too aware of that, so fixated on every last thing that was wrong with him, he didn't want to talk about it.

Dan hiked his backpack higher on his shoulder and headed toward the exit, taking the emptiest hallways so as not to get caught by any wandering teachers. He was fairly certain he'd made it, carefully pacing down the final stretch of hallway toward the side exit of the building, when one of the supply closets flew open in front of him. He stumbled and fell backward with an indignified shriek, preparing himself for some form of lecture.

When nothing came, he looked up through his fringe and found familiar blue eyes staring down at him in confusion. He swallowed harshly, noticing the uncertainty clouding all of Phil's features.

"H-Hi!" Dan managed, cursing himself for the squeaky way his voice sounded. He couldn't beat himself up too much though, not when he was distracted by the pale hand extended toward him. Dan took it and allowed Phil to help him back to his feet, determined to ignore the tension in the air between the two of them.

They stood silently for a moment, long enough for Dan to start to question why Phil had been leaving the supply closet at all, before the conversation finally picked up again.

"Hey." Phil greeted hesitantly, strangely reserved as he dropped his hand from Dan's and wiped it off on his jeans. Dan's eyes followed the movement, a pang in his chest that ached like nothing else insisting that Phil had been so disgusted with touching him that he'd immediately wanted to brush it off.

"Um, what's going on?" It wasn't exactly the excellent conversational piece that Dan had been hoping for, but he was socially inept at best and he was trying his best. He was trying so damn hard, even if it hardly showed at all. He wanted to fix things, even if he wasn't entirely sure what they'd look like once they were fixed. It didn't matter, as long as it wasn't this.

"Not much." Phil answered, shuffling nervously on the spot. Dan studied the deep blush dusting his face and wondered what he'd done to make the other boy so obviously flustered. Was the idea of talking to him really that bothersome? He was replying though, if he didn't want to talk then surely he would have just left by now. "What's going on with you?"

"Nothing." Dan immediately regretted choosing that answer, the realization that they'd just gone in a full circle without so much of an inkling of a future for the conversation. They had nothing to go off of now, nothing to build on, they were back to where they'd started. Dan opened his mouth, eager to blurt any stupid thing that might veer them back on track, but he was beat to the punch by a familiar unimpressed voice sounding from behind Phil.

"Phil! Is the coast clear or not, I have chemistry in five minutes, you pr-" Tristan cut himself off as he peered over Phil's shoulder, his eyes widening comically as they fell on Dan. He looked uncertain how to react, how he was meant to feel about this revelation, and settled for simply opening and closing his mouth like a fish out of water. When he finally spoke again, it was less than eloquent. "Locker rooms."

"That's so not my name." Dan groaned, a heat rising up the back of his neck and toward the tips of his ears as he flushed at the memory. At least now he knew what Phil had been doing in the supply closet all by himself; he wasn't by himself.

"Sorry, you just startled me." Tristan explained sheepishly, reaching up to scratch at the back of his neck while his free hand slipped around Phil's waist. Dan's eyes followed the movement, surprised by the absence of jealousy he normally felt when he watched someone else invade Phil's personal space. He didn't feel possessive, couldn't bring himself to when he had watched the two of them interact so many times and knew how happy they made each other. "I know your name, Dan, I'm not an idiot."

"Just checking." Dan exclaimed, forcing a nervous laugh. There was another pause where they all seemed understandably confused on where to go from there, and frankly Dan expected them to all go their separate ways and leave it at that, but instead Tristen leaned around Phil and reached a hand out to him with a bright smile.

"Wanna come inside?" Tristan asked sweetly, his voice suspiciously absent of any genuine emotion. Dan wasn't sure exactly what the invitation entailed and his eyebrows shot up toward his hairline. Phil, the saint that he was, smirked when he noticed Dan's adorable confusion.

"Pfft, I'm sure he does." He muttered, turning on his heel and heading back into the closet without another word. Apparently he didn't need any convincing to return to whatever they'd just been doing together. Dan gulped, his mind catching up to what Phil had just implied.

"I do not!" He hissed, shuffling around Tristan to glare over at where Phil had nonchalantly leaned against the wall. He looked good like that, Dan realized begrudgingly, his dark hair falling in his eyes and tight black clothing hugging his body. The picturesque bad boy and Dan had never felt so good about it.

He was so distracted with his ogling that he hardly realized the rather awkward looking Tristan hesitating in the doorway, like he was unsure what to make of Dan's conflicting response and actions. He noticed after a few seconds though, when Phil pointedly opened his arms and he took a stumbling step forward only to realize he wasn't the only other person in the room.

Dan watched the two of them hug, the carefree way Tristan slipped into the embrace. It looked oddly comforting, meaning the longer Dan spent staring the more he realized that his blatant opposal of the invitation might have been considered rude.

He looked down at his feet, noticing that they were ironically planted halfway between the hall and the closet, two different colors of tile beneath them. He was standing on the fence, this was his choice to choose which direction he wanted to fall. "Not, uh, not in the way that he means. I don't mean to, like, reject your offer or anything."

"So you do wanna join us then?" Tristan questioned, his tone hopeful as he rested his head in the crook of Phil's neck. Dan gulped, running his hand hurriedly through his hair as he started to second-guess any semblance of a decision he'd made. He wasn't sure what exactly agreeing to this entailed, which should have been more of a problem than it was, but really he was only put off by how certain he was that he wanted anything they were offering.

"Well, no, I didn't say that either. I just meant that-"

"Shut-up." Phil groaned, tipping his head back to stare up at the ceiling. He wasn't using the same playful tone he normally did when he said things such as that, he sounded genuinely exasperated, like his patience was wearing thinner by the second. "You want this. He knows you do, I know you do, and I think deep down even you can't keep denying how curious you are."

"About what?" Dan huffed, immediately regretting his snarky tone when Phil carefully separated from the other boy and paced confidently toward him. He seemed to tower over Dan when he came to a stop in front of him, his eyes dark and intimidating as they raked over Dan's shaking form. He felt like they could see right through him, through all of the layers of denial he'd swathed himself in.

Phil leaned closer and for a moment Dan wondered if he was about to sweep him up in one of those heated passionate kisses he read about, but instead he reached around Dan to shut the door and bask the room in a layer of heavy shadow. The only light was provided by a tiny overhead window and it was just barely enough to make out Phil's features as he straightened up to address him again.

"What happens behind closed doors... and closed curtains." Phil clarified, his voice suggestive in a familiar way that left Dan feeling unexpectedly relaxed. Was this their normal? He'd definitely heard Phil talk to him like that before, definitely liked it, could get used to it.

He didn't feel the urge to flee when Phil stepped closer, crowding his body against the door that had just been closed. He only swallowed harshly and craned his neck to the side, putting it on display in an open invitation of sorts. Phil hummed in approval, tracing his forefinger over the swell of Dan's throat and giving him none of the attention he really wanted.

"You don't even have to join, you can just watch again." Dan froze in realization, eyes flickering to the side to where Tristan had propped his elbow up against the door beside him. The added body heat was beyond noticeable in the limited space and he whimpered. Phil snickered under his breath, as if amused by what a mess he'd been reduced to so quickly.

"What do you mean again?! I wasn't watching the last time, I was just-" He cut himself off with a moan when Phil darted forward and nipped at his neck, near the base of his exposed collarbones. Dan wasn't sure if he was regretting or relishing in the fact that he'd chosen such a loose-fitting crop top to wear on such a hot day. He squirmed and blushed, whipping his head to the side and panting as he made eye contact with the third person in the room. Tristan smirked, his expression knowing, reminding Dan that he'd also been on the receiving end of this treatment many times.

"You talk too much." Phil voiced against Dan's skin, brushing his lips over it and dragging his teeth ever so lightly afterward. He wasn't even kissing properly, just mouthing over the blank canvas of his neck, as if toying with the idea of marking it up.

Needless to say, Dan was quickly growing impatient. If he was going to do this, he didn't want to talk his way through it, he wanted to do it fast and rough like Phil had promised. He was almost certain he wouldn't be able to stomach the amount of nervousness he'd feel if they moved at such a slow pace, one where he could dwell on everything that happened.

"I do not!" Phil shook his head, his silky hair brushing over Dan's jaw.

"You think too much, too. Stop beating yourself up over how you feel and allow yourself to explore the emotions instead. It's unhealthy to limit yourself so much." Phil spoke evenly, his tone calculated and distant, but Dan didn't miss the way his hands had clamped down on his hips with a grip so tight it was bordering on painful. He could feel the way they were shaking, likely under the force of all the emotions Phil himself was working so hard to swallow down, and Dan debated calling him out on the hypocrisy before he spoke again. "I care about you, it hurts me to see you hurting yourself like this."

"I'm not gay." Dan blurted without thinking, squeezing his eyes shut afterward to revel in what a stupid thing that'd been to say. Phil hadn't even mentioned sexuality, he hadn't said anything that called for such an outburst, but Dan had to go and say it anyway. The boy he was almost certainly head over heels for was confessing to how much he cared for him back and Dan's first instinct was to 'no homo' the entire exchange. He was such an idiot.

Yet Phil didn't accuse him of as much, didn't seem frustrated in the slightest as he cupped his jaw and tilted his head back. Reluctantly, Dan allowed his eyes to flutter open and meet Phil's insistent gaze.

"I didn't say you were. You don't have to label yourself at all if you don't want to, all I want is for you to allow yourself to feel things. There's nothing wrong with liking the things that make you feel good, Dan, that's common sense." Phil explained, the corner of his lips quirking up into a sideways grin. Dan nodded dazedly, tensing when another set of hands settled on his side and tentatively stroked the exposed skin beneath his crop top. His gaze flickered to the side and Tristan froze, looking guilty like he'd been caught doing something he wasn't supposed to.

Dan forced himself to smile and relax a little bit, trying to will his rapid breathing to calm down. He wanted this, he was certain of that much. He hadn't spent the past month pining over it and longing for it to mess it up now.

So he wasn't the one to push Tristan away, instead it was Phil that gripped his wrist and pulled him away from Dan. Ignoring the whine of protest that earned him, Phil turned back to Dan with a determined expression. He reached up and pushed his hair back out of his eyes, smiling softly at his handiwork as he leaned forward to press a chaste kiss to his forehead. He didn't pull away immediately though, instead allowing the embrace to linger as he started softly speaking. "You like putting on shows, don't you? I'm willing to bet you like watching them just as much."

"It's a sin." Dan managed weakly, his hips rolling forward on their own accord. Phil took a step backward to accommodate for this, refusing to give Dan the friction he was after.

"It's not a sin if you don't do anything, if you just watch."

"How would you know?! You've never touched a bible in your life, and even if you did it'd probably burn your skin clear off, you d-" A hand clamped firmly over his mouth and Dan whimpered in protest, staring back at Phil's unimpressed glare. There was something undeniably hot in the way Phil handled him, toeing the line between entirely dominant and understanding. Dan wondered if he would only grow more confident and bossy the longer they kept this up and the more sure of himself Dan felt.

"You're gonna get us caught if you keep that up, princess." Phil snicked lowly, nudging his head toward the door. If Dan actually concentrated on anything other than how desperately he needed relief from the arousal flooding through him, he could hear the telltale sound of students bustling about on the other side of the door he was pressed up against. Phil watched the realization dawn across his features and nodded. "I'm not going to force you to participate, but it'll look awfully bad on the three of us if someone opens that door right now."

"So, what?! I can't leave?!" Dan hissed under his breath, scrambling away from the door and out of Phil's reach. Instead he nervously paced over to where Tristan was standing at the back of the closet, making sure to keep space between them and cross his arms over his chest standoffishly. He wanted this, but he was totally at a loss for how to go about getting it when his fallback had always been blatantly denying everything and sweeping it under the rug.

"Not until everyone gets to their next class and the halls are empty again, no." Phil answered, turning around and lifting his shirt over his head indifferently. Dan gaped at the casualness of it all, forcing his gaze away from the scene when Phil started to drop his pants. "You were the one that stalled so long to give us a yes or no answer, not my problem."

"Phil." Dan tensed, turning without thinking to openly stare at where Tristan was writhing beside him, rolling his hips forward into nothing as Phil sauntered toward them with a sly smile.

"This, however, is definitely my problem." Phil mused, settling his hands on Tristan's hips and yanking them forward into his own. Dan gulped, scrambling to the side and putting more space between them, though he couldn't bring himself to look away as he watched the way their bodies slotted together. It was with great relief that Dan noted Phil had left his boxers on, considering he wasn't so sure he'd be able to think at all once Phil stripped entirely.

"Can you guys, like, quit it for two seconds?! Can we talk about this?" Dan hissed, reaching over to slap at Phil's wandering hands as they slid down Tristan's back to cup at his ass instead. The moment Dan spoke, Phil stepped back and put space between them, smiling kindly over at Dan like he hadn't just been defiling the supplies closet for good.

"Of course, your comfort comes first. You can ask us anything." Phil assured him, not even a hint of sarcasm able to be detected in his voice. Dan paled, not expecting such an earnest reaction. Now that he had the attention, he wasn't sure what to do with it. "What's up?"

"Uh, second thought, just go back to what you were doing before." Dan grumbled, blushing like mad as Phil did just that. He didn't even hesitate, simply picked up exactly where he'd left off. If anything, this time he backed Tristan up against the wall and pressed into him even more intensely than before. He groaned low in the back of his throat, grinding forward against the other boy. Dan forced himself to look away, shifting uncomfortably to try and relieve some of the pressure on his own erection. "At least stay above the waist, that's not too much to ask, right?"

"Not at all." Phil assured him, his reply serious even as he went above shucking Tristan's shirt over his shoulders and ducking down to suck at the boy's nipples. The noises he earned in answer were borderline immoral they were so indecent, shaky pleas for 'more!' and 'harder!' despite how much effort Tristan was clearly putting into staying as quiet as possible. Dan dropped his hand to the front of his jeans without thinking, cupping himself through the layers of fabric and letting out a soft mewl of his own.

Both of their heads jerked in his direction, their eyes dark and satisfied as they raked their gazes over him and lingered on where his hand was resting. Dan refused to look at them until they'd gone back to what they were doing before, and then Dan struggled to tear his gaze away.

He watched as Phil sucked and nipped at the flat plane of Tristan's chest, far more brutal than he'd been while kissing Dan's skin, hardly reserving himself at all as he littered marks across the skin. The bruises would start to form moments after he'd moved on to start the next one, fleeting things that probably wouldn't stay any longer than a day or two.

"Phil, nngh, please!" Tristan whined, grabbing both of Phil's hands from his hips and shoving them downward. Phil, rather coolly, tore his hands free and placed them back where they'd been before without a word.

"Please what?"

"Touch me."

"I am touching you, love." Phil responded gently, straightening up slightly to press a fleeting wet kiss to Tristan's lips. The other boy leaned forward and tried to chase after the embrace when Phil pulled away, but obediently slumped back against the wall when Phil shot him a look. "I'm touching you here," Phil added, lapping his tongue over the hardened nub of Tristan's left nipple before pulling back. He smirked then, rolling his hips forward deliberately, the movement slow and determined. "and here. My hands are all over your pretty body."

"That's not enough, you know damn well what I'm asking for." Tristan pouted, mouth falling open with the start of something akin to a keen when Phil's hands slipped behind him again and he dug his nails into his back. Phil silenced him before it became too much of a problem, kissing him harshly and swallowing down the noises that he was letting out at a near constant pace.

Dan unbuttoned his jeans and kicked them off, running his hand over himself much easier without that layer getting in the way. Phil risked a sideways glance in his direction and though he blushed like mad, Dan didn't look away or stop this time. Phil winked over at him before turning back to the boy pressed up against him.

"Do I?" Phil questioned, his tone filled with mirth. "I don't know, you might have to be more clear, ask a little nicer than that."

"Are you asking me to beg for your cock, Lester?" Tristan snorted as if the idea was laughable, only for his head to fall forward and rest on Phil's shoulder. He whined quietly, meeting each thrust of Phil's hips with a smaller one of his own. He reached up and tangled his fingers in Phil's hair, gripping it tightly as they rocked together. He panted against his neck, very visibly getting worked up. "Getting a little overzealous now, aren't we?"

"It's not me that you need to ask for permission," Phil tutted fondly, pulling back and bracing his hands against the wall. Tristan furrowed his eyebrows together, trying and failing to get Phil to touch him again already. Instead, the taller of the two simply looked in Dan's direction with a smirk. "it wasn't me that told us to keep it above the waist."

"Oh."

"Don't look at me!" Dan whined quietly, embarrassment flooding through him as two pairs of eyes landed on him and followed the steady movements of his hands. He might have stopped, had he not felt so damn desperate already. He couldn't even bring himself to play it off, only huffed out a staggering moan and tilted his head back. "Just, do whatever you want, I don't care anymore."

"Come on, that's no fun." Phil's whine was less sexual and more petulant, like he'd been expecting more resistance on the matter. He looked back to Tristan and scowled harder at the smug look the other boy was wearing. "You shouldn't give in so easily, he's so pretty when he begs."

"You heard the man, hurry up and put your hands on me." Phil positively growled at that, shoving Tristan harshly back against the wall and pinning him there with a dark stare alone. He undid the button of Tristan's jeans with ease, yanking them down his legs without warning. The moment they were off, Phil grabbed Tristan's shoulders and spun him around to face the wall.

"You're being awfully bossy today, are you showing off for our guest?"

"N-No."

"Don't worry, Dan, I'll show you how it's done." Phil assured him, hitching his finger in the air and prompting Dan to come closer. It was an optional thing, the soft look in Phil's eyes said as much, but Dan found himself stumbling forward anyway. He stood at Phil's side, watching as he ran his pale hands over Tristan's back. "It's really easy actually, he turns into a whining, pleading mess the moment his pants are undone."

"Shut-up!" Tristan grumbled, looking over his shoulder with obvious intentions of arguing more. He hesitated when he realized Dan had joined them though, instead going back to hanging his head between his shoulders. Phil hummed, clearly satisfied by the lack of fight.

"It's going to be even worse this time though, right? Seeing as this is your second time in a row," Phil was clearly prompting a reaction at this point, taking his sweet time forming his words and allowing them to roll off his tongue in that shamefully seductive manner. He trailed his hands lower, hitching a finger under the waistband of Tristan's boxers and dragging them ever so slowly downward, just to watch the other boy squirm. "it's gonna feel so good, so overwhelming."

"Oh god." Tristan whimpered, pushing his hips back and presenting himself for the both of them as his final layer of clothing fell to pool around his ankles. Dan hardly even noticed, distracted entirely by what he'd said.

"Hey! Don't use the lord's name in vain!" It was practically a second instinct now with how many times it'd been drilled into his head as the standard response, but in this situation it only earned him an amused scoff from Tristan and a fond snicker from Phil. He tensed as Phil threw an arm around his waist and tugged him closer, burying his face into the wispy curls at the base of his neck.

"Like what you see?" Phil questioned, reminding Dan for the first time that one of them was now completely naked. He swallowed roughly, ignoring the fact that Phil could probably feel it with how close he was pressed to his throat, and finally looked up to take in the sight in front of him. Tristan was gorgeous, all smooth skin and blatant curves, and Dan felt the sudden urge to run his hands over them much like how Phil had. "He's so hard, isn't he? Do you think it's because of me or you?"

"Both." Dan answered easily, watching as Phil straightened up with a smirk on his face. He bent over to grab his backpack off the floor and retrieved a small bottle of lube. He ignored the curious once-over Dan gave him at the realization he carried lube on-hand, instead setting to work and hurriedly slicking his fingers. He brought his hand down then, finally turning to stare at Dan again, even if he wasn't staring back and was instead watching as Phil's hand traveled lower. They all let out noises of approval in unison as Phil slipped a finger inside of Tristan's willing hole.

"Phil!" He cried out, throwing his head back.

"Well, I can tell you this, he wasn't anywhere near this desperate before you came along."

"Ah, fuck!" Tristan sputtered, struggling to keep his knees from buckling beneath him as Phil fucked him with his fingers, hard and fast. He didn't need the same preparation he normally would have, considering they'd already followed through with round one, and Dan was amazed by how little Tristan's body offered in the form of resistance. If anything, he just seemed eager for more, and he verbally voiced as much each time Phil would start to slow down. "F-Faster, that's not enough."

"This one here, he's never satisfied." Phil explained, his gaze never once leaving Dan's curious expression, the blatant fascination on his features now that he was allowing himself to shed his inhibitions. Phil used his free hand to reach over and cup the obvious bulge in Dan's boxers. Dan rutted forward into his palm without hesitation, spurred on by Phil's dirty talk that seemed to come so naturally. "He's always asking for more, even while I'm fucking him open, he's begging for my fingers in his mouth and my teeth on his neck. That's why he's so much fun to play with, there's not a single thing he's not down for."

"Hey! That's not tr–Ah! Don't stop!" Tristan trembled, his hands scrambling for purchase on the wall, trying to find something sturdy to hold onto. When he finally did, he leaned all of his weight against it and panted, the thin sheen of sweat covering his body catching the minimal light filtering through the window. "Phil, I need more."

"What do you think? Should I give him what he's asking for?" It took Dan a moment to realize that Phil was asking him for permission, trying to get him more involved in what was happening. That thought piqued Dan's interest and before he realized what he was doing, he answered the question and stepped away from Phil.

"No." The uneasiness in the air was noticeable in a second, while Phil recovered from the rejection and tried to understand what it meant. Dan hardly registered the shift in atmosphere, his mind reeling as he stood beside Tristan and lifted a hand to swipe his thumb across his swollen bottom lip. The other boy leaned into the touch and Dan recoiled in shock, regretting it nearly as soon as it happened. He was determined then, eyes narrowed as he leaned in. Tristan met him halfway, obviously eager given the sloppy nature of the kiss, but Dan didn't mind. He took it in stride, moaning softly when a tongue slipped past his lips and into his mouth.

Dan sidestepped to stand in front of Tristan, the boy's grip on the wall interrupted until he had no choice but to cling to Dan instead. The grip on his shoulders was rough and unforgiving, but Dan hardly registered it as he deepened the kiss further. When Tristan suddenly pulled back with a noise of protest, Dan slumped backward against the wall and worried that he'd done something wrong.

It only took him a few seconds to realize the problem was with Phil. Phil who had, in a dumbstruck state, stopped pleasuring Tristan altogether and stumbled backward to watch them kiss. Dan glared at him over the other boy's shoulder. "He asked you not to stop, didn't he?"

"R-Right." Phil stuttered, looking adorably flustered for a change. He looked down and brought his hand back to where it'd been before, rubbing teasing circles around Tristan's hole. Dan could tell when he finally pushed in without looking, felt it in the way Tristan moaned into the kiss and shamelessly tried to thrust up against him.

The next time they broke the kiss, it was because it'd grown difficult to keep their mouths together with the constant stream of broken, needy noises rumbling low in Tristan's throat. He was close, Dan could tell from the sounds he was making and the way they lined up perfectly with his memory of seeing them in the shower. He proved his theory when he wedged his hand between them and wrapped it around Tristan's aching cock, felt the way it twitched at the attention after being neglected for so long.

"I'm gonna-"

"Not yet." Phil barked the order effortlessly, the sudden dominance in his voice rather startling. Dan rested his chin on Tristan's shoulder, discreetly eyeing Phil and studying the obvious arousal written across the man's face. He licked his lips, noticing how Tristan had started to shake against him, the movements of his hips growing sloppy and rushed as he chased after his oncoming orgasm despite the warning.

"I need to." Tristan whimpered a moment later, the pre-cum dripping down the side of Dan's hands only reinforcing the statement. Phil didn't seem to have any intentions of relenting on the statement even as the boy between them grew steadily more desperate, to the point of begging them both to just touch him already.

Phil had resolve, Phil showed no signs of caving, but Dan was new to this and oh so weak. He had a pretty boy in his arms, pleading for any form of attention he was willing to give, and Dan had denied himself that fantasy too many times to turn it down now. After casting one final glance toward Phil, Dan leaned back and sunk down to his knees. He didn't miss the matching sharp intakes of breath above him, clearly shocked at the move, but Dan did his best to settle the butterflies in his stomach by ignoring it.

Wrapping his lips around Tristan was easy enough, the taste wasn't any worse than he expected and as he swirled his tongue around the flared head of his cock, he started to like the salty taste. The hard part came in the form of trying and failing to keep Tristan still, meaning he ended up unintentionally thrusting deeper into Dan's mouth each time Phil's fingers would fill him again and brush against that spot inside of him just so.

It was only a matter of seconds before Tristan had gathered fistfuls of Dan's hair and was clutching it desperately as he rocked into the wet, warm heat of Dan's mouth. The other boy did his best to accommodate, not even complaining as spit and pre-come started to slip from the corners of his lips and coat his chin with the slick mixture. His eyes watered each time the tip of Tristan's cock would hit the back of his throat, but the lewd noises of approval coming from above him spurred him on without question.

In hindsight, Dan should have been able to tell when Tristan was getting close. Yet, when the other boy tried to politely pull away before he came down Dan's throat, Dan grabbed his hips and pulled him forward again because he wasn't finished yet. He hadn't realized the unspoken invitation behind his actions until it was too late, a low drawn-out groan sounding above him as Tristan spilled into his mouth and covered his tongue with the salty substance. Dan gave a disgruntled noise of shock more than anything else, but out of concern for his well-being, Tristan pulled back immediately.

Which, in theory, would have been a considerate move, but in actuality it ended with Dan's face covered in streaks of white. He squeezed his eyes shut and swallowed what had already landed in his mouth, dwelling on the unfamiliar taste as Tristan started to come down from the aftershocks of his high and started to mutter frantic apologies. Dan lifted a finger to silence him, then with all the casual he could muster, he swiped it across his cheekbone and gathered the mess there, before pressing it past his lips and sucking it clean.

It was then, as he tentatively opened his eyes, that the reality of what had just happened fully set in on Dan. He looked up to find Tristan panting, doing his best to calm down, a visible droplet of sweat sliding down his chest. Dan's gaze followed it along the planes of Tristan's stomach, gulping when he realized where it was headed.

He decided to look down at the floor, the harmless floor where nothing could be intimidating or scary in the slightest, but instead he found himself focused on the obvious tent in his boxers. Even without touching it, he could tell they were soaked through with pre-cum, that his cock was throbbing beneath the thin layer of fabric and begging for attention. If he'd had any remaining doubts about being attracted to guys, this pretty much solidified it.

Dan tensed when a weight settled next to him, still not looking up even as a hand obstructed his line of view and carefully cleaned his face with a tissue before the mess started to dry. He managed a weak thankful smile at that and looked up through his lashes, not entirely surprised to find Phil curled up against his side.

Without thinking, he leaned to the side and settled his head on Phil's shoulder, allowing himself to take deep breaths and calm down. It wasn't that big of a deal, it wasn't like he hadn't wanted it every step of the way, it was just a little staggering realizing he was losing so many firsts all at once.

They stayed like that for a minute or two while Tristan leaned against the wall a few steps away, looking rather dazed with the realization of what had just happened as well. The standstill was broken by Phil, though they'd all expected that. He didn't say anything at first, only grabbed Dan's jaw and tilted it upward so he could peck him on the cheek. Encouraged by the familiarity of the gesture, Dan leaned his head further to the side and whined softly when the kisses trailed lower, grew harsher.

Suddenly, Dan understood the appeal of hickeys very well. It was all he could do to keep from begging and pleading whenever Phil would pull away to admire his handiwork. More often than not, he ended up grabbing a fistful of black hair and dragging him back. This particular time though, Phil protested when Dan tried to lead him back.

At first, Dan was confused what he'd done wrong and simply whimpered as he leaned back against the wall for support, his eyes falling shut. This meant that he didn't see it coming when Phil cupped the bulge in his boxers and put pressure on it for the first time in minutes. Dan shivered at the sensation, bucking his hips up into nothing when Phil abruptly pulled away. Arguments already on the tip of his tongue, Dan forced himself to bite them back when a comforting hand settled on his thigh instead.

"Your turn now, sweetheart?" Dan nodded, reminded of the overwhelming heat coiling in his abdomen now that he wasn't focused on bringing someone else to the edge. He wasn't even entirely sure what he was agreeing to, but he trusted Phil to explain it to him before he tried anything. And Phil did, just not in the way he'd expected. He sunk his teeth into his bottom lip and watched as Phil tugged his boxers down his legs enough to release his cock from its confines, the both of them watching as it curved toward his stomach.

Then, as if it were the most casual thing in the world, Phil dug a condom out of his discarded jeans on the floor. Dan swallowed harshly, resisting the urge to squirm beneath the touch as Phil rolled it onto his erection. Briefly, Dan couldn't help but wonder who he was meant to be going inside of, but one curious glance in Phil's direction earned him a fond laugh. Apparently, that wasn't an option. "Don't worry, we'll help you through it."

"What if I hurt him?" Dan mumbled hesitantly, allowing Phil to help him to his feet and lead him over to where Tristan was standing. Without so much as being asked to do so, Tristan turned around and arched his back invitingly.

"You won't."

"He's already all stretched out for you, see?" Phil mused, keeping one arm slung around Dan's waist in a comforting gesture even as he used his free hand to slip two fingers inside of Tristan at once. The yelp this earned quickly trailed off into something much more appreciative. Before Phil could pull back, already Tristan was shifting back against him and trying to fuck himself back on the other man's fingers. A throaty laugh escaped Phil's lips as he pulled them back anyway, landing a light playful smack to Tristan's ass when he started to protest. "He likes the overstimulation, trust me, he gets off on people using his body for their pleasure."

"Really?"

"Don't you, babe? Want him to fuck you hard just like I did earlier?" Phil questioned, his voice dropping an octave into that same sultry drawl that seemed to come so easily to him. Dan subconsciously leaned closer to his side, leaning the majority of his weight against Phil when his knees started to feel weak.

"I want it more than anything." Tristan assured him, his voice also low and inviting, but his smile warm and welcoming when he looked over his shoulder at the two of them. Dan's heart was racing in his chest, but the lengths they were both going to to reassure him were definitely helping.

Phil stepped away from him and Dan moved to follow him, only to blush when Phil immediately stepped to stand behind him anyway. He rested his chin on Dan's shoulder, placing a light kiss to one of the bite marks on his neck.

"He's ready and willing, I promise." Phil spoke softly, any trace of dominance replaced with an unwavering amount of understanding. He settled his hands on Dan's hips and stroked his thumbs across them, the gesture so comforting that Dan found himself melting back against his chest. "Yours for the taking as long as you want it, if not just say the word and we'll do something different."

"I want it." Dan insisted, sounding far more certain in that fact than he had before. Phil nodded against his skin, arms slipping around his midsection to hug him closer.

"Alright. Don't be afraid to let us know if that changes." Phil's voice was dropping lower again, one of his hands relinquishing its hold on Dan to reach forward and hold Tristan's hips steady. Taking this as his cue, Dan steeled his nerves and shifted forward himself. He took his length in hand, hissing air out through his teeth at how overly sensitive he was after waiting for so long. He pressed the tip to the twitching ring of muscle in front of him, receiving a slightly-exaggerated groan of approval from Tristan, clearly trying to encourage him.

Dan hesitated there, uncertain if he was meant to do it from a certain angle or at a specific speed, and Phil snickered behind him. Then, in one sharp movement, Phil bucked forward against his backside and Dan sunk into the other boy easily. He gasped, hands flying to Tristan's hips to try and hold him steady while they both adjusted to the sudden fullness. Dan trembled, leaning back against Phil's chest, eyes falling shut as he dwelled on the feeling of Phil's cock pressed between his cheeks.

"Holy shit." He groaned, bucking forward when his willpower to take his time faltered. Phil seemed amused if anything, though when he spoke there was a certain raspy desperation that hadn't been there before. That, paired with the feeling of pre-cum dotting the base of Dan's spine, was the only giveaway that Phil was nearly as worked-up and frustrated as the other two.

"Right? See what you've been missing out on?"

"You're still hard? How?" Dan mused, unable to resist the temptation to reach behind himself and experimentally wrap a hand around Phil's cock. He wasn't sure whether he was more intrigued to rut backward or forward, pinned between the two new sensations. Phil growled as Dan started to work a hand over him, grinding against Dan's backside instead and simultaneously pushing him further into Tristan's tight heat.

"Endurance." Phil answered simply, his breath coming in hot gasps against the shell of Dan's ear. He shivered as the warm air ghosted over his slick neck. That was the final straw before his resolve cracked and he started to pull out, only to slam back inside. He set a steady pace after that, unforgiving in the way he selfishly chased after his own orgasm. No one seemed to be protesting it in the slightest, so he took that as permission to continue.

"That's something you get after fucking every willing member of the student body." Tristan snorted, throwing his head back and pushing off from the wall to meet each of Dan's thrusts halfway. "Phil has the self-control of a damn saint."

"I really don't know about that." Dan muttered skeptically, immediately regretting the sarcastic statement when Phil retaliated by slipping a hand down between them. He traced down Dan's crack and paused at his entrance, smirking against Dan's neck at the way it twitched beneath the touch. Without thinking about it too much, Dan tried to press back against Phil's finger, earning a sharp pinch to his stomach that forced him to concentrate on Tristan again.

Still, the pressure lingered, just enough to be noticeable but nowhere near what he suddenly found himself wanting, and he couldn't help but bring it up in his hazy sex-fogged state. He looked back at Phil, nosing along the arch of his jaw. "Are you gonna take me?"

"As tempting as that is," Phil mused, a second finger joining the first and rubbing back and forth over Dan's hole, never adding enough pressure to breach him. "I don't think this is the right place for that."

"Oh." Dan couldn't even try to hide the disappointment in his voice, though he couldn't bring himself to regret it when Phil laughed so heartily that Dan could feel his chest shaking against his back.

"Soon, I will, if you want me to." Phil assured him once he'd calmed down, reluctantly pulling his hand away before the temptation grew too much. Dan whined at the loss, instead focusing all of his energy on the boy in front of him. He gripped his hips tighter, dragging his nails across the smooth skin as he rutted into him hard enough to have them both struggling to stay upright.

Apparently, ignoring Phil altogether hadn't been the reaction that he was hoping for. Dan tensed at the feeling of Phil's hands on the outside of his thighs, bringing them closer together. Dan would have questioned what the hell he was doing, given that it made it even harder to stay on his feet, but then he felt the head of Phil's cock slipping effortlessly between his legs and his mind blanked. "Do you mind?"

"No." Dan whimpered, squeezing his legs tighter together and glancing downward. If he squinted and leaned slightly to the side as he moved, he could see the tip of Phil's cock poke out between his thighs each time he jerked forward again.

"Look at you, you might be even more submissive than he is." Phil growled, sending Dan sinking further into Tristan with each forward thrust between his thighs, setting the pace for the three of them. He gave a broken moan each time Phil would thrust forward and grunt against his skin, the noise low and animalistic when he was so distracted with chasing after his release. "Such a good boy, aren't you? You always do what you're told, you always have."

"M'close." Dan managed weakly, the feeling of Phil's thick cock brushing against the underside of his balls only adding to the list of sensations he was torn between.

"I figured you would be, I'm impressed you managed to last this long." Phil mused, mouthing at his neck sloppily. Dan appreciated it all the same, suddenly all too eager to walk around showing off all the marks that had been left on his skin. "Go ahead, fill him up, he loves that."

"Yeah?" Dan hummed, his question answered by the corresponding groan that sounded in front of him as Tristan pushed back against him twice as eager.

"When it's just the two of us and we're somewhere private, we don't bother with the condoms. We're both clean, he's the only person I've been with for a while now." Phil explained, his voice breathy as he grew closer to his own high. Dan swallowed harshly, processing the information slowly. So he wasn't just imagining it all this time, Tristan really was the only person Phil had been seen with in months.

"Probably the only person in this damn place that could keep someone as kinky as you satisfied." Tristan teased playfully, reaching backward. Dan stared at his outstretched hand in confusion, wondering how he was meant to do anything about it when it was all he could do to just hold on and stay on his feet this close to orgasm, but the question answered itself when Phil's hand reached forward and slotted their fingers together. They didn't stay like that, the constant movement and awkward angle would have made it difficult to, but Dan didn't miss the way Phil squeezed his hand before letting it go.

Dan blushed, suddenly feeling like he was intruding on something intimate.

"What's it like without the condom?" Dan blurted, eager to get them back to the moment when he was so close. He could feel the heat building in the pit of his stomach, feel the way Tristan was tensing and clenching around him as he approached his third orgasm. He looked absolutely debauched at this point, huffing needy tired noises out against the wall he was braced against.

"Better." Phil grunted simply, the slickness between Dan's thighs growing as more and more pre-cum started to gather there. Phil clung to him tightly, digging his nails into Dan's soft stomach as he angled himself better and shot forward in short little staccato thrusts. "Everything is so much hotter, you can literally feel the way he twitches around you and tries to take you deeper, greedy for it like the needy little slut he is."

"Piss off." Tristan giggled, though his voice was strained. Dan tipped his head back, resting it against Phil's shoulder as he was once again pushed forward and deeper into Tristan. The pace was unrelenting and he didn't get the chance to ease off and calm down, he was barreling toward his orgasm at an alarming rate and he could already tell it was going to be an intense one.

"Phil, don't stop talking, please!"

"You wanna hear more?" Phil purred, exhaling harshly against Dan's skin as they both teetered on the edge of letting go. "He makes the softest little whimpers when he feels you cum inside him, tries to coax every last drop out of you. He's so desperate for it, even after you pull out he'll try to keep it inside, then start whining when it inevitably trails down the insides of his thighs instead."

"Fuck." Dan stuttered, the broken way he said it giving away how very close he was. Phil pressed his front entirely against Dan's back, surging forward so Dan was buried to the hilt inside of Tristan.

"Come for us, baby, show him what a good job he did." Dan didn't need to be told twice, and certainly not in such a dominant gruff voice, because he was damn well going to do it either way. He collapsed forward over Tristan and his hands scrambled to hold onto his sides, his hips pistoning into him at a jackrabbit pace.

"Ah!" He cried out, spilling into the condom the moment Tristan started to convulse around him, the both of them shaking together through their orgasms. Dan panted against the other boy's back, riding it out until he was left feeling spent and satisfied. He gently released his grip on Tristan's sides, feeling guilty about how roughly he'd scratched at him. He even started to pull out, but then Phil thrusted forward and sent him pushing back inside. Dan and Tristan both whined. "Phil, it's too much."

"You can handle it, can't you? Be a good boy and take it." Phil grunted, sinking his teeth into Dan's shoulder as the other boy shuddered at the overstimulation and praise combined. Eager to please, now more than ever, Dan leaned back into Phil's rough handling and whined. He glanced back at Phil and smirked, deciding to use his own words against him.

He mouthed over the shell of Phil's ear, a smug smile printed across his features the entire time.

"Go on, show us what a good job we did, Daddy."

"Shit." Phil was relatively quiet compared to the other two, only breathy little noises in the back of his throat as he pulled back and spilled across Dan's skin. He ran his hand over himself, coaxing every last drop to cover Dan's ass and thighs. Admiring his handiwork, Phil hardly noticed Dan's whining until he started to move. Phil brought a hand down on his ass with a harsh slap, narrowing his eyes at the back of his head. "Stay still."

"I don't want to, I'm too sensitive." Dan whimpered, though Phil didn't miss the way he pressed back against his palm as he started to rub at the angry red handprint he'd left against his skin. He pulled his hand back and grimaced at the mess left on his palm, hardly thinking twice about bringing it around to Dan's lips. The boy scowled at him for a fraction of a second before his act crumbled and he eagerly started to lap Phil's cum from his hand.

"He's right, if we keep this up much longer I'm gonna get hard again, Phil." Tristan protested. Phil rolled his eyes.

"I just wanna admire my pretty boys, is that too much to ask?" He glanced up, watching closely as his fingers slipped from Dan's lips, clean save for the sheen of saliva left behind. Phil grinned. "Oh, Dan, what would the lord say if he saw you like this?"

"Screw off." Dan huffed, though he sounded more tired than threatening.

"So sinful, all covered in cum, your cock buried deep inside another man." Phil mused playfully, hand settling on Dan's ass and pushing him forward to sink his softening cock into Tristan again. The matching set of protests that earned him made it clear just how much they appreciated the teasing.

Reluctantly, Phil let the moment go and eased Dan backward. The other boy leaned back into him willingly, even smiled sleepily as Phil wrapped his arms tightly around his stomach and hugged him to his front. "Did you like it, princess?"

"Obviously. I'm still here, aren't I?"

"What happened to the sweet submissive little thing from a minute ago?"

"It's not quite as hot when I can feel the mess you just made drying against my thighs, jerk." Dan snapped, though he was struggling to ward away the overwhelming fondness spreading through his chest even long enough to act upset. The overstimulation had been rude, but knowing that Phil had only done it to appreciate the moment and admire them both had Dan's obvious praise kink singing. Not that he would tell Phil that, that boy needed his ego knocked down a few pegs.

"Is that so?" Phil hummed thoughtfully, hand carefully trailing down Dan's chest and slipping the condom off of him. Dan made a soft noise of approval and Phil kissed his hair. "I guess, to avoid that, next time I'll have to pin you down against the mattress and fill you up the proper way. I'd spill inside that tight little arse of yours and leave it up to you to take care of the mess."

"Charming." Dan snorted, shaking his head at the other boy's antics. He was beyond exhausted and he wasn't sure how Phil had it left in him to talk dirty at a time like this, but the image that'd been put in his mind wasn't necessarily a bad one. Damn, the sex fiend theory had totally been right after all.

"Maybe I'll let Tristan have a go at you too, fair's fair after all." Phil muttered, very clearly trying to get a rise out of Dan at this point. He turned to where Tristan was dressing himself, quirking an eyebrow invitingly. "We could take turns, hm?"

Dan didn't miss the way Tristan's eyes lingered on him as he stepped toward the door, the audible gulp that filled the room as they made eye contact.

"Uh, as long as he wants to." The response was adorably flustered, now that they weren't in the heat of the moment, and Dan thought that he could see exactly what appealed to Phil about the other boy. He was cute, but with a snarky streak to him when it called for it. Dan didn't notice the goofy smile that invaded his own face, but Phil certainly did.

"Trust me, he does." Phil laughed, running his hand through Dan's hair. He blushed like mad, realizing he'd been called out for his blatant staring, but thankfully Tristan seemed just as shy now.

"I gotta go, practice is in twenty minutes and I definitely need a shower first." Tristan explained, edging toward the door with a sheepish expression. He didn't leave though, simply stayed with his hand resting on the doorknob. "I'll see you tomorrow, alright?"

Initially, Dan wondered if he was the one being addressed, but he didn't have to question it for long before Phil let him go and walked over to the other boy. Dan wasn't sure if he was more upset at the loss of contact or the awkwardness in the air that kept him from simply following after Phil.

He watched on curiously as Phil cupped Tristan's face and leaned in to kiss him, the embrace slow and caring, everything but sexual. Dan tilted his head to the side, his heart racing in his chest as he took a few tentative steps closer. Phil pulled back with a stupidly wide grin on his face, leaning his forehead against Tristan's and holding eye contact with him.

"Good luck, I love you." Phil whispered softly, winking. Dan swallowed harshly, eyes widening as he watched the blush spreading across Tristan's face, green eyes flitting to the side to apologetically stare in Dan's direction. Was he not supposed to be witnessing this? Did they want him to leave?

"Love you, too." Tristan coughed, responding hurriedly. He backed away from Phil then, turning to leave before hesitating again. He glanced over at Dan, his face so red that it was beyond noticeable in the dimly lit room. "It was, uh, nice meeting you officially, Dan! I hope we can do this again sometime."

After that, he was quick to leave, like he couldn't possibly get away fast enough. Dan stared after him, trying to calm the unsettled feeling in his chest the more he thought about the uncertain nature of their relationship. He paused, wondering whose relationship he was thinking about. His and Phil's? Tristan's and Phil's? The three of them? For all he knew, this was only meant to be a one-time thing. He was fairly certain that wasn't what the longing feeling he was experiencing wanted it to be.

"Are you guys in a relationship?" He asked conversationally, watching as Phil stepped into his boxers and tossed Dan's pair in his direction. He didn't catch them, so distracted that his reflexes didn't kick in until after they'd hit his chest and fallen to the floor. Phil furrowed his eyebrows together in concern, as if just now realizing how much weight was lying on the question.

"What do you think?" He laughed softly, trying to lighten the mood. Dan didn't feel any lighter.

"And you just, see other people on the side? Both of you?" He asked, staring downward as he fumbled with his hands. He didn't notice Phil approaching until there was an arm slung around his shoulders and pulling him into a clumsy side-hug.

"Not so much anymore, we didn't really label what we had until recently." Phil explained, the ambiguity of the response both relieving and frustrating. Dan wanted answers, wanted to know his options and how to weigh them. Phil studied him for a long moment, as if trying to gauge what he wanted to hear, and then smiled. "He likes you though, I don't doubt that we'd both be okay with adding another person to the mix again if it were you."

"You really know how to sweet talk a guy, Lester." Dan snorted, shoving Phil's arm off of him and turning away. He was smiling though, a wave of relief washing over him the more he thought about what Phil had said. They wanted him, whatever that meant for their relationship, and he quite liked the idea of figuring it out.

He leaned over, moving toward the tissue box that had somehow ended up half-buried in a pile of clothes, his content state only growing the more he thought about it.

"Mm, joke all you want, but not even five minutes ago you were begging for my–Hey! Is that my shirt!?"

"Serves you right!" Dan giggled wildly, sneering as Phil as he went about cleaning himself with the other boy's shirt instead of the tissues. That should teach him a lesson about incessantly teasing him, surely.

"You're such a little brat, I don't know why I put up with-" Dan cut him off, stepping closer and hitching his fingers through the belt loops of Phil's pants. He tugged the older boy closer, a surge of confidence coursing through him as he watched the dazed way Phil's gaze ran over his bare body.

"I'll leave the curtains open tonight, hm?" Dan whispered, leaning forward to kiss at Phil's neck for a change. Not once had Dan ever seen Phil sporting any kind of mark on his neck, despite all of his years of constant hook-ups. He was determined to change that, even if it was by taking advantage of his own sex appeal and distracting Phil from what was happening. "Put on a little show for your eyes only, Daddy."

"No one's ever called me that before you." Phil admitted, eyes falling shut as he savored the feeling of Dan's mouth on him. His hand twitched at his sides, curling into fists again and again, before finally rising to weave through Dan's hair. "Are you gonna grind down on your pillow that desperate way you do sometimes? When you're feeling really frustrated?"

"You like that, do you?" Dan muttered, smirking against his jaw. "It was never meant to be part of the show, sometimes I was just too lazy to do all the work myself."

"I like it." He insisted, pulling Dan closer. "I used to pretend you were on top of me instead, riding my cock with those same wrecked sloppy movements, or..."

"Or?"

"Sometimes I'd think about you sitting on my face instead, if I'd be able to make your thighs shake the same way." Phil gasped, tugging on Dan's hair in shock when teeth abruptly bit down on the same spot Dan had been giving attention to. Before he could fully register it and protest the mark that Dan was undoubtedly in the process of creating, Dan lathed his tongue across the injury and hummed softly against his skin. The vibrations coursed through him and he shivered.

"Tell me more."

"It'd probably go similarly, you'd climb on and at first you'd hardly be able to keep yourself still it'd feel so good. Then you'd come the first time and I'd fuck you through it, keep licking inside of you even as you tensed and shuddered against me." Phil bit his lip, gripping Dan's hair tightly. "Finally, it would be my favorite part, when you've already had your first desperate hasty orgasm and you get all giddy as you chase after your second. You never can stop at just one, can you?"

"A wise man once told me that there's nothing wrong with liking things that make me feel good." Dan responded, his tone serious and matter-of-fact even as his playful smile contrasted it. Phil growled, the sound causing his throat to shake beneath Dan's careful ministrations.

"I'm going to make you feel so good."

"Good thing I like you then, I suppose." Dan concluded brightly, pulling back to admire whatever manner of bruising he'd left on Phil's neck. The confession in his words didn't go unnoticed by either of them, but Phil chose not to dwell on it. He didn't want to scare Dan off again by coming on too strong, this past month and a half had killed him, not being able to torment and tease the other boy.

Dan dressed quickly after that, while Phil leaned back against the wall and silently wondered how he'd gotten so lucky. His smile only fell when Dan paced over to him and offered up a quick hug, the embrace very clearly a farewell. Phil pulled him in again when he tried to back away, relishing in the closeness and wondering how long it'd be until he felt it again. "I should go, my parents are probably wondering where I'm at."

"I'll walk you home." Phil insisted, feeling infinitely thankful that they lived so close together. He wasn't meant to be staying at his father's this weekend, but stopping by for a visit after school wasn't totally unheard of. Any excuse to spend more time with Dan, who seemed quite keen on the idea as well, given how eagerly he linked his fingers with Phil's.

They walked across the grounds like that, though Phil glanced over at Dan every few seconds to make sure he was still okay with the public display of affection. When he showed no signs of wanting an escape, even leaned into Phil's side and started animatedly talking about all of the things they'd missed out on discussing all those years since they stopped being friends, Phil made the impulse decision to veer them off course.

Dan noticed, but he didn't comment. He kept talking and Phil listened with rapt fascination, amazed by how outgoing Dan suddenly was, saying more to him than had been said in years during their banter and arguing. It wasn't until they came to a stop in front of a field full of students wearing jerseys and cleats that Dan thought to question what was happening. He looked up with his mouth open, ready to demand answers, but found he didn't need any when he registered the starstruck dreamy way Phil was watching one of the players.

"He's in soccer, huh?" Dan questioned, trying to follow Phil's gaze to wherever Tristan was in the swarm of people. How Phil had found him so easily was a mystery, considering all Dan could see was a blur of vaguely familiar faces.

"Yeah, he's great at it." Phil responded warmly. Dan debated it for only a second before deciding that his parents could wait. He tugged Phil toward the bleachers and settled down next to him, finding a sudden interest in sports that had been absent his entire life.

They sat together for a long while, talking about everything and nothing at all, simply catching up on all the lost years between them. It wasn't until Phil eagerly grabbed Dan's arm and pointed out Tristan on the field, running with the ball toward the opposing net, that the conversation broke.

Without thinking, Dan jumped to his feet and cupped his hands around his mouth.

"You can do it, Tristan!" He bellowed, ignoring the hysterical laughter of Phil at his side, clutching onto his legs and trying to drag him back onto the bench. Dan watched on helplessly as Tristan's head whipped in his direction, confusion etched across all of his features. Then, rather promptly, he tripped over the ball and went soaring into the dirt. Dan paled. "Shit, was that my fault?"

"I mean, it was probably at least a little bit distracting to have the guy that was just inside of him cheering him on from the sidelines." Phil laughed openly, tipping his head back and cackling. Dan had no doubt in his mind that Tristan could hear him from where he was brushing himself off on the field, that Phil would get a strong talking to later for being such a poor excuse for a boyfriend.

Dan sat down again, scowling slightly. That always went so much better in the cheesy teen romance movies he watched, what had he done to mess it up so horribly?

Phil looked over at him with a quirked eyebrow, reaching out to take his hand and squeeze it. He glanced over with a pout and Phil leaned in to kiss it off. Dan's eyes widened, realizing this was the first time they'd kissed. He leaned into the embrace, hand coming up to rest on Phil's jaw. He tried to deepen it, lick into Phil's mouth and taste him, but Phil pulled back with a cheeky grin. "Not to mention he's had a crush on you since grade school."

"W-What?!" Dan screeched, turning to gape at where Tristan was running around. They'd known each other for years, sure, but they'd never been particularly close. These days they only had one class together and that was the only time they saw each other. It didn't make sense why he would have a crush on Dan of all people.

Noticing his obvious disbelief, Phil clicked his tongue at him and leaned in to peck him on the lips again, this time with a smile on his face that he couldn't will away.

"Dan, I know you've had your nose buried in bibles your entire life, but surely you've noticed the way guys look at you?" He questioned as he pulled away, surprised to see how lost Dan looked. He gave an exasperated sigh, shrugging his shoulders. "When I was younger and my parents still forced me to go to church, I used to spend the entire time staring at you. I couldn't believe how pretty you were, still can't."

"Oh?" Dan gulped, feeling heat crawl across his skin in the form of a deep blush. That explained why Tristan had been so flustered around him, why Phil had always gone out of his way to tease him in particular, but it still didn't make any sense.

"You're actually the reason I stopped going to church."

"What? Why?" Dan questioned, turning to gape at Phil. He wasn't sure how he was meant to take that new information, but it definitely felt like an insult without any context.

"Realizing I had a crush on another guy made it a little difficult to listen to old straighties preach about how wrong it was." Phil explained, looking up at the overhead clouds. Dan expected him to leave it at that, give him some time to process all the new information, so it came as a surprise when he continued speaking in a much quieter voice. "That, and every time you tried to talk to me I nearly choked on my tongue. It was a bit embarrassing."

"I was your first crush?" He questioned incredulously, his shock showing through in the words. Phil didn't seem to realize how strange this was, only sat there looking flustered and uncertain. Dan had no choice to believe him when he was being so uncharacteristically bashful about the whole thing. He tipped his head back as well, a soft smile tracing his lips as he found shapes in the clouds. "Looks like I wasted a lot of time praying the gay away when I could have been sneaking out to see you at night."

"I'm sorry."

"For what?"

"That you felt like you had to change yourself." Phil sounded genuinely upset now and it hurt Dan to hear, he looked over at the other boy to find him already staring back. Blue eyes were filled with a flaming determination he'd never seen in them before. "I like you just the way you are, regardless of how you end up identifying. I'm sure any decent god would feel the same."

"I hope so." Dan hummed, leaning his head on Phil's shoulder and squeezing his hand. "I don't really feel like changing any time soon now that I know what it's like to have people that support me. It feels good, you know, being myself. Whatever that is."

"Good."