you might be the type if i play my cards right

by phovaries (lasagnaboxlesbian)

Summary:

Frat boy Dan and his English TA Phil decide to make a deal.

Notes:

fic title from promiscuous by nelly furtado !!!

i hope you guys enjoy and i’ll see you in the end notes :3

Chapter 1

Hands… heat…

“Mmmf,” an unknown voice called out.

Dan was… somewhere.

His eyes were closed, limbs hanging like dead weight as he floated through this strange abyss.

He wanted to see. To touch.

But all his body would let him do was hear that voice again.

Lost in his thoughts, he twitched at the sudden feel of phantom hands dragging over his body, fuzzy and warm. Muttering words into his skin like he could absorb them from his sweat alone.

“Dan…” the person spoke softly, tinted with a sultry rasp.

“Dan…” the voice deepened, just a touch closer than before. Stronger. The hands pressed up his chest to his neck, and he could almost feel where callouses caught against his thin skin.

“DAN!”

CLANG!

Dan jumped with a start, face falling flat onto the wooden desk in front of him.

“Ow….” he groaned. His eyes were still blissfully closed, and he grumbled at the sting of light that came from attempting to open them.

“Dan?” The familiar voice called, clear as day.

Dan felt heat rise to his cheeks, and wanted to bury himself further into his desk.

He was hard. In the middle of fucking class, dammit.

“Dan,” the deep voice snorted, “You do know I can still see you, right.”

Trying to push back the mortification, he slowly raised his head. Pursed his lips hard enough that he could feel the tension in his neck throb.

“Y’know I was serious when I mentioned it to you before class started. We need to talk about your performance, Dan. I’m worried about you.” Phil, his long suffering English TA stared at him, arms crossed over his black jean jacket.

Dan glanced around the dingy classroom, eying the chicken scratch writing on the whiteboard he could barely make out. Seat half haphazardly pushed into desks, the faint sound of people chatting outside under the hum of the AC. The room was entirely empty besides the two of them.

Phil had warned him last week. Something about how his essay on The Tempest had “lacked any critical thought or depth.”

Not his fault the guy Dan paid to do his essay sucked.

In fact, he should’ve gotten a refund.

Fucking dumbass.

He paused, looking back up at Phil. At the way his jaw set in displeasure. At how his light eyebrows furrowed and eyes narrowed under thick black frames.

Dan let his eye wander down the TA’s form. How he leaned back against his large desk and crossed his legs.

A jolt of electricity ran down his spine.

I bet he’s a virgin. Loser.

Dan licked his teeth, lips curving up into a smile. If he was going to be forced to have this conversation, he was definitely going to have some fun. “Speak for yourself. I’ve never had any complaints about my performance.”

If Phil could’ve looked any more disappointed, he would’ve.

Dan wanted to bite him.

The TA sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose so his glasses skewed. “I meant with your grades. You started out the year so well and now it feels like we’re back to square one... I just don’t understand it.”

“I’ve been busy.”

“Busy with what, exactly?”

“Getting laid.”

Phil laughed, short and hard, like it had barely escaped his lungs. “Are you seriously answering my question like that?”

He felt his dick twitch at Phil’s laugh, but luckily the desk still made for good cover. Dan leaned back in his chair, crossing his arms over his chest to match his TA and widened his legs.

“What do you want from me, man? I passed.”

“I gave you a fifty,” Phil deadpanned.

“So? It’s still a pass.”

“Because I wanted to give you benefit of the doubt.”

Dan scoffed, “What else do you want from me? I did the assignment. You passed me. Why am I still here?”

Phil stood from his desk, slowly walking towards Dan until he found himself looming over him. “A student of mine who starts the semester with an A and ends it with a D, doesn't reflect all that well on me, does it?”

Dan tilted his head, assessing the other man. He paused, waiting until he saw Phil’s resolve crack, the other man squirming under his attention. “You should try it.”

“Try what?”

“Getting your dick wet instead of keeping that stick up your ass.”

Phil’s jaw clacked together, mouth flattening into a harsh line.

Dan fucking loved to wind him up. See how far he could get before he’d break that calm facade and get the guy to do something besides give him a disapproving look.

“Jesus-” Phil rolled his eyes. “That’s not- I’m not having that conversation with you. We’re talking about-”

“Oh, I’m serious.”

“This is about your grades, not about” Phil waved his hands around exasperated. “Not about me.”

Dan bit his lip in concentration, the gears turning in his head as a series of images flashed before him.

Phil, blasted out of his mind, stupid button up shirt askew and hair sticking to his forehead. Flashes of light colouring his face in different hues, his throat bobbing.

Phil knelt on the floor, squinting up at the bright flash of a camera.

Phil pushing someone against a wall, only the back of his head seen above the blurred crowd of a party.

“Have you even been to a party before?” Dan asked, hand slinking down to subtly try to adjust himself while he distracted Phil. “Bet I’d blow your mind.”

Phil looked mad. More angry than any of Dan’s mild quips across the classroom had ever made him.

“You can’t talk to me like that.”

Dan felt his breath quicken, and cleared his throat. “Would you?”

“I’m not playing your-”

“Tonight. Come to frat row tonight. There’s usually something happening.”

“And why would I do that?”

“Because I’m asking you to.” He paused, “Because if you go, I promise I’ll rewrite my essay. And when my grade goes back up, that’ll keep you safe from the big bad admin, right?”

Phil faltered, eying Dan warily. “I…” he licked his lips, “I…”

“I know you want to say yes,” he leaned forward, and he cranked his neck up at Phil. He uncrossed his arms, and adjusted his cap. “So say it.”

He wanted to laugh when he saw the flush on Phil’s face, clearly uncomfortable with what was supposed to be him reprimanding Dan.

Dan’s eyelids fluttered, watching Phil’s throat bob, just as mesmerizing as it had been in his mind.

“This will stay between us, right?” Phil whispered, barely an echo.

He couldn’t hide it then, Dan letting his amusement shine through with a smirk.

“Fine,” Phil huffed, looking anywhere but at him. He turned heel, starting to shovel his papers into his messenger bag. “If it’ll get you to actually do work in this class, fine.”

Dan let his eyes wander down to Phil’s ass, his trousers cupping it as he bent over his desk.

“I’ll find you, you don’t have to worry about that.”

The TA turned around, mouth still in a flat line and sighed. “If there’s one thing I’m sure about tonight, it’ll be that.”

---

Phil was pretty sure he’d lost his mind.

No, scratch that, he knew he’d lost his damn mind.

For the first time in his entire undergraduate and graduate career, he’s on his way to frat row.

He almost stayed at home, staring at himself in the mirror and questioning his life choices while shimmying on his old skinny jeans.

Dan was…

Hard to explain.

Senioritis was a well known condition amongst soon-to-be graduates, even Phil’s been a victim to the slump. Skipping classes and staring out windows waiting for the world to turn enough so that they could move on to bigger and better things.

But, Dan was different.

It was like he got off on pissing Phil off.

And Phil wouldn’t be surprised if that was the case.

He was a little shit who drove him mad. Interrupting his lectures, overtaking class discussions and going off topic, making goofy faces at him from across the room.

Phil just wanted to… strangle him, or something. Anything to get him to just do what Phil asked him to do.

But no, instead, somehow the guy managed to weasel Phil into going somewhere where he’d be entirely too old and out of place.

Even from a block away, the sounds alone were enough to terrify him.

Phil liked interacting with people, don’t get him wrong. The problem was just that… These types of parties never really seemed all that appealing to him.

Mostly because watching drunk straight people out in the wild kind of got old after the first few parties.

He usually avoided drinking too much, if at all, knowing how much of a lightweight he was. One or two drinks tops before his regular clumsiness had him toppling over his own two feet.

Parties in high school where he at least knew half of the people there were easy to get lost in. He only lasted two parties in his freshman year of college, the first week toga party and some charity event late into the year on a favour, before he swore them off for good.

Parties just weren’t fun without drinking or having anyone to enjoy them with. He hung out with his friends regularly and called home every weekend, and that had been enough.

He was twenty-five years old and yet approaching the sensory overload funhouse made him feel eighteen again.

It wasn’t like he was wearing anything particularly appalling. He knew he looked good in his red flannel button up and black skinny jeans. That wasn’t the issue. The main problem was that he knew that amongst the others, he’d stand out like a sore thumb.

Phil let out a breath, pulling his hands out of his pockets as he approached.

The row of large houses with massive columns stood imposingly over him. Red brick and granite stone sucking the warmth and comfort of the fleeting sunset.

He almost shivered, seeing people lazing about on the lawn. Sat down, sitting up, or standing, they all seemed chained to the music pumping violently from the house. The bass was loud enough that even from the edge of the lawn he felt it its thrum in his throat.

“Hey stranger,” a voice suddenly appeared from beside him.

Phil flinched, nerves like a live wire.

Dan was there, cargo shorts slung dangerously low on his hips with his bright red coloured underwear on display. A black tank top that barely hung onto his skin and his flat brimmed hat slightly off center.

He looked incredibly douche-y, and yet…

Phil’s eyes landed on his hand, already holding a bright red solo cup alongside the thousands of bracelets on his wrists. The tanned hand gripped the plastic tightly, and Phil watched how his fingers flexed.

He’d been staring for a touch too long, Dan breaking his focus by leaning in into his space.

Alcohol already soaked his breath, and yet he seemed to act fairly normal.

“You’re allowed to look, but the deal is that you’d come inside. Don’t explode your pants yet.”

Phil curled his lip in displeasure, “Stop it. I…” he sighed, and rolled his eyes. “Lead the way, then.” His arm waved to the overspilling party.

Dan gave Phil a once over, and clicked his tongue. “Alright. Follow me.”

---

Dan must have done something glorious in his past life for him to deserve this.

From the second the two of them had entered, Phil having instinctively held onto his arm as he led him further into the house, he knew this deal was going to be worth the extra work.

After a round of convincing, it had only taken a drink or two of whatever the fuck kind of jungle juice the guys dumped out for Phil to get that stick out of his ass and actually be chill for once.

He could see it in his eyes, the way his pupils grew and ate at his light coloured. Black holes from the earth's core slowly consuming itself.

Dan pulled away the shot glasses that mysteriously appeared in Phil’s hands. He wanted to remember this.

Phil wasn’t the best dancer, but then again neither was Dan. And wasn’t it fun to watch the other man accidentally flail himself into poor unsuspecting strangers?

The way he’d just reach his hand out to anyone around him when he went off balance, which is to say, quite often.

At one point, he’d accidentally knocked himself into some buff guy who looked ready to rip his head off, only for his features to soften when his eyes roved over Phil.

Dan’s throat burned, flames licking their way from his hard jaw to his closed fists.

Yeah, that wasn’t going to fly.

He did tell Phil to get his dick wet, but where was the fun in having to watch him leave with someone when he was supposed to be making a fool of himself in front of Dan.

The party started to blur around him, the only thing he managed to keep under a watchful eye being his TA currently chatting with a couple of girls.

Streaks of bright light cut into Phil’s face, the two girls slowly edging their way between him and Dan. He hadn’t noticed they were doing that. Approaching him like prey, his soft smile and giggling enough to get them cooing at him.

His eyes crinkled when he smiled. Dan hasn’t seen it since the first week of the semester. It pulled at him. Some unknown string unraveling something deep within him.

The next thing Dan knew, he was right in front of Phil, wedging himself between the two girls and going up to whisper in his ear.

“Can we talk?” He asked, not really wanting to leave much room between him and Phil, lest the girls ruin his fun.

Phil blinked owlishly, wide eyes blown right open. He looked confused, but nodded his head anyway.

Dan didn’t waste a second, latching onto the other man’s arm like his palms had suckers and pulled Phil up the stairs. The guy almost tripped a few times from how fast Dan ran. Clumsy limbs pulling each other in either direction.

By the time he’d all but thrown Phil into his blissfully empty bedroom and closed the door, he had forgotten the reason for this interlude entirely.

The lights were still off, the two of them only lit by a dim yellow orange glow, his lava lamp perched on his dresser.

He’d shoved Phil against his closed door, old dark wood warped and bent over swirling patterns.

The music outside was muffled, and when his glassy eyes tried to find Phil’s he felt truly under water.

“I…” he swallowed, mind certain that he was supposed to tell the other man something, but he couldn’t figure out what. “I was… uhhh… shit.”

Phil had this smile on his face, teeth glinting dimly from the coloured light.

He watched Phil slowly turn his head around at the new space, brain catching up to the move. “Oh,” was the only word that came up, followed by his head tilting in confusion.

It was painfully adorable, and Dan was starting to get annoyed by his horny thoughts overtaking his thinking.

Dan ran his hands over his face, “No, like. I was… I was supposed to say something.”

When their eyes met again, Dan noticed Phil shift. Back pressed firmly against the door, neck bowed slightly. Looking at him through his lashes, he shrugged. “I was having fun. Wasn’t that the point?” The firmness in his features cracked with a snort, as if Phil had just remembered the punchline of some long lost joke.

“No, I-” Dan sighed, “Whatever, man.”

“I hate it when you do that.”

Dan paused, “What?”

“You sound like a douche,” Phil slurred.

He rolled his eyes, ignoring the way it felt like his insides had lit up. Dan licked his teeth, acting more offended than he really was. Just a mere few steps between them until their height difference really mattered.

This… was probably a bad idea. Wanting to fuck his TA was one thing, wasting a piece of his last semester of college before graduation on a gen ed had to have some perks. But having Phil here in his room, safe under the darkness and buzzing over the white noise outside, it felt… different.

Phil didn’t budge, letting Dan eat up the space between them until they were practically sharing the same air.

“Yeah, yeah,” he almost spat into Phil's mouth, “Keep talking about how much you hate me. Bet that gets you off,” almost talking to himself.

Not that Phil could tell.

Even under the heavy bass and techno music pumping outside, Dan heard every twitch of a pant that Phil let out.

“I fucking hate you.” Phil whispered in the space between them. He clumsily slapped Dan’s hat off of his head. “I hate that you… you do shit. Shit in class. All the time. Your… your stupid fucking face… you never listen to me.”

Dan couldn’t control his venomous smile, intoxicated on Phil’s words alone.

Fuck it.

“I can listen. I can do a lot more too, if you want me to.”

There was no mistaking it. Nothing that could make this any more clear to the older man.

Dan leaned in an inch closer. Phil hadn’t done anything other than stand there and stare and yet the thought of the two of them, alone, in Dan’s room, was enough for Dan’s shorts to tighten. Fast.

“Say it.” He licked his lips. “Say that you want it, too.”

“Dan-”

“Just ask me, and I’ll do it. I’ll shut my fucking mouth if you just tell me what I’m supposed to do.”

A beat passed, and so did another.

Dan eyelids fluttered when he smelt Phil’s perfume. Something floral, and light. Delicate. Like he'd break just as easily.

“I… I want…”

“What, baby?”

“I want you to suck me off.”

Dan smiled, positively giddy, taking a moment to let the words sink in before he dropped to his knees.

It felt so strange then, to have spent the entire semester staring from afar. Watching for every shift in fabric. Every time it pulled against hidden skin and weight. On the verge of writing down every single detail on how fucking hot Phil looked up there at the front of class.

Dan pressed his face against Phil’s crotch, hands coming up to curve around solid thighs. His nose pressed against the hardness found, fingernails pressing into dark jeans.

Phil moaned, light and airy, as if the treacherous breath had crawled out his throat itself.

A hand came round to the back of his head when Dan stuck his tongue out to lick the fabric. It was a terrible idea, really. Barely hiding his grimace at the taste of old and dry cotton, Dan did it again.

For however long he had this man under his hands, he wanted to savour it. He wanted to be able to look across the classroom next week and know exactly how it felt to be this close. To have Phil’s attention. All of it.

No longer reserved in the hidden dwellings of his imagination, he heard Phil moan his name.

“Ah... Dan...”

The hand tightened, grip hardening to stone, pulling at the pieces of hair under it’s control.

Dan groaned, not wanting to move his hands from where they were perched. Popping the button with one hand, he squeezed Phil’s ass, pushing back against the hand behind him to mouth for the zipper.

The other man swore when Dan’s teeth clenched and dragged it down slowly. He wasn't doing it slow on purpose, it was more so because Phil’s skinny jeans were practically glued onto him. Lovely view in theory, but terrible to work with in practice.

Once Dan saw a hint of white poking through his jeans, he didn’t waste a second in wetting the fabric. His tongue hurt already from the rough scratch of denim, but he raced to taste a hint of musk. It was on the tip of his tongue, and he lapped against Phil’s hardness through the thin material.

He didn’t care if his tongue bled, couldn’t think much farther than how good it felt to be here. Phil in front of him and behind him and above him and below him. He squeezed Phil’s ass again when he felt his hair being tugged, and let go. Only for long enough to glance up at Phil before starting to tug his jeans down.

Phil looked fucked and they hadn’t even done anything yet. He bit his closed fist, as if the volume outside wasn’t enough to cover the noises he made. Dan wished he could hear more than the muffled moans, but he would take what he could get.

The long line of his throat was exposed as his head pressed back against the door, back bent beautifully in an arc.

Hot as fuck if you asked Dan. Although he’d be remiss to admit that anything Phil did was automatically hot. Unfair, really.

Dan shifted his gaze back down in front of him, his knees already aching from the hardwood floor.

Heh, Dan thought smugly when he dragged feather-like fingers over Phil’s clothed cock. Hardwood.

Dan felt how Phil’s thighs quivered under his ministrations and had to hold back from laughing into his skin. He was sad to have to let go of them, one hand pushing up the flannel while the other pulled down the paper-thin fabric between them.

Phil’s cock bobbed, surrounded by a thin layer of course hair. It hit the side of Dan’s face as the man above him writhed.

Annoyed that Phil’s gaze landed elsewhere, Dan instead went up for his navel. He wasn’t shy with his teeth when he bit down hard on the pale flesh, the trail of thin hair tickling his skin.

“Ahh!” Phil finally shouted, whipping his head down at Dan. His chest heaved, in and out. “Whatwasthat-” he swallowed and gasped “...for?”

Dan hummed, widening his eyes in a way that he knew made him look coy. “Don’t you want to look at me?”

Phil pursed his lips, breathing heavily from his nose. The glow of the lava lamp curling around his face, showing how his brow bent in concentration.

“Yeah.”

“Then watch.”

His dick kicked against his shorts zipper when he saw the red mark on Phil’s naval. He imagined Phil would press into it tomorrow morning, remembering the person who stamped themselves onto him.

He kissed the spot again. Gently, as if in apology. Licked the wound to get a taste of fresh heat, and then lowered his head to where he knew Phil was waiting.

A part of Dan wished he could tease him more. Hard bites trailing along his thighs, massaging the skin until Phil begged Dan to do something. But, as much as he wanted to fuck with him just a little more, he also wanted to do what Phil asked. What Dan had promised he’d do.

Nosing along the course hair until Dan stuck out his tongue again to lick Phil from root to flushed red tip.

Looking up at Phil revealed that he was still watching Dan, mouth caught open in a silent moan.

Kitten licks, just enough to spread the taste of Phil around his mouth. Pre-cum sticking to the back of Dan’s mouth like it belonged there.

Pulling his teeth over his lips, Dan brought the tip to his mouth, letting it sit there while his hands firmly pinned Phil’s hips.

Phil only said to blow him, not to blow him fast.

His hips twitched against the hold, and Dan wished he could reach down to relieve the building pressure in his own shorts, but instead he focused on Phil.

With hollowed cheeks he sucked, the flat of his tongue rubbing along the slit.

“Ah,” Phil panted, the hand gripping Dan loosening as his fingers twitched. He widened his legs a bit more, using his free hand to push the hair out of Dan’s eyes.

It was everything Dan wanted and yet it was too much, suddenly. The way Phil looked at him... like he was something to behold. Magnetizing. Alluring. His features soft and blurred.

Dan closed his eyes, letting the heady taste of sweat and skin and Phil wash over him again as he sunk further down onto his cock.

There was a split second where he felt the hand behind him push forward, then immediately pull back.

Lighting zipped down Dan spine, pooling low in his gut. He moaned, smirking with his mouth full when when he could feel it affected Phil, too.

Pulling on that thread, he hollowed his cheeks, driving himself deeper.

“Fuck!” Phil gasped, “Dan...”

His voice sounded so much better than anything Dan could’ve dreamt of.

He loosened his jaw as far as it could go, and it didn’t take long for him to feel Phil at the edge of his throat. Dan’s gag reflex was shot to hell and back way before the start of senior year, anyhow.

It paid to get around.

Before doing what he wanted to do, he reached to cup Phil’s balls, slowly rolling them in his grasp.

Two fingers went behind them, just barely pressing into Phil’s taint, course hair up against his nose.

Dan was going to start balding a lot sooner than he thought he would with the way Phil almost ripped the hair out of his scalp, panting his name with urgency.

He pulled back, already missing the weight of Phil on his tongue and coughed at the sudden change, throat sore. “That fast? I guess you’re younger than I thought.”

Phil was gasping, hands clutching the wooden siding, and Dan waited for him to process his comment.

Dan laughed when Phil managed a frown, over exaggerated but still cute. “How... how old do you think I am?”

He rubbed his hands along Phil’s legs, sitting back on his sore legs. He hummed to himself when he rasped “I dunno... fourty-” and snorted when Phil looked just as furious as he thought he would.

“FORTY!?”

“Y’know... aged. Fine wine and all that.” Dan patted Phil’s butt with both of his hands.

“Twenty-five. I’m Twenty-f...” he swallowed. “Jesus. You said you’d listen.”

“You pulled my hair,” his voice cracked, and he cleared his throat.

“Because you were sucking the soul out of me?! Was I supposed to high-five you?”

“Would be appreciated, actually. Could up my GPA if I had a class I was a-head in.”

Phil opened and closed his mouth soundlessly. “You are... unbelievable.”

“Well, you asked me to blow you, not to make you cum.”

“What? That wasn’t- I wasn’t giving you a riddle.”

“Would’ve thought the guy who studied English would appreciate a good literary term.”

“We aren’t in class!”

“Oh, that would be hotter, wouldn’t it?”

Phil lazily swiped at Dan’s head and rolled his eyes.

Dan squeezed Phil’s legs again, using them to anchor himself as he stood.

Lightly pushing the other man against the door he glanced down to his legs, kicking them out to stretch them. “Should’ve worn something that covered my knees.”

“Oh, shit.” Phil’s hands landed on his chest. Dan jolted, reminded of his dream from earlier today, and tried to ignore how Phil whispering “Fuck, I should’ve asked for a pillow or something, are you okay?” Made him feel.

Too much and all at once.

He had to deflect.

“Dude, I’m totally fine. I’ve done worse under worse circumstances.”

“Two things,” Phil noted.

“Uh-huh?”

“One, that doesn’t really answer my question. Two,” he swallowed, looking down at his still exposed cock. “Please don’t call me dude.”

Dan poked his cock and Phil yelped, swatting at Dan.

“I’m not done with that, so yeah, I’m doing just fine.” Dan giggled and leaned in on instinct.

He stopped right before reaching Phil’s lips, the question lingering in the air.

It was like the weight of the world had lifted off of Dan when he felt another pair of lips press against his own.

Chaste and sweet and entirely unlike any of the interactions the two of them have ever had.

Dan kept his hands to Phil’s waist, ignoring how he wanted to reach up and card his hand through soft hair. Rub a thumb alongside his cheekbone and press as close as he could to the other man.

But, for now...

They parted with a small pop, Dan caving to his demons and quickly going back in to pull at Phil’s lower lip.

“Bed?” he asked, worried that he’d shown his cards just a bit too early. Scared Phil off and ruined what could’ve been.

But who was Phil to refuse an offer like that, nodding the second the word left his lips.

Dan wasn’t stupid. While this wasn’t exactly his plan for the night, he knew he only had one shot. Tomorrow, Phil would go back to barely noticing him, only acknowledging him whenever he did something stupid.

“Okay,” he said squeezing Phil’s hips, hoping the other man couldn’t sense the way his heart fluttered at his fond expression.

Notes:

officially my second time posting anything E rated who cheered !!!

i've decided to split this into two parts and yes part two will have the all the angst and introspection that i usually like to write about ehehehe dw :3

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Chapter 2

Notes:

updated the tags for the next TWO chapters (dang can you believe this was supposed to be a short one shot???)

ehehe have fun >:3

“You hate me,” Dan bemoaned, pulling haphazardly at Phil’s skinny jeans.

Phil had already unbuttoned his flannel, throwing it to some corner of the bedroom where Dan’s hat probably fell off, and watched the other man struggle to take off his pants.

He made no move to help, just let himself be jostled around as laid back on his elbows, enjoying the show of Dan struggling for once.

There was an ease to which the younger man moved about the world, acting like he owned any room he’d walk into. And yet here he was, powerless against the forces of tight pants.

Phil had flagged a little since the two of them had shuffled onto Dan’s small bed, but tipsy him didn’t mind. It was fun getting to know Dan this way. Collect the hidden shared moments between them like jewels. Prized but delicate, tucked away safely in the plush box of his mind.

Dan pouted, big pink lip stuck out as he huffed. “Goddamn it. Take off your stupid chastity pants before I actually fucking rip them off.”

Phil snorted, “I’m not giving you vocab points on that. If you can’t be a big boy and do it yourself...” Lifting his hips, he shimmied off his own pants with a practiced finesse.

With Phil’s jean and underwear tossed aside, Dan took no time in kissing him deeply. Phil moaned as Dan shoved his tongue into his mouth, and felt his skin alight when he tasted a hint of himself under the sting of alcohol.

Wandering hands danced along smooth skin, gasps filling the shreds of space between them as Dan ground down onto Phil, eating the groan ripped from Phil’s throat.

Dan still had his shorts on, and the way the material dragged against Phil’s cock almost had him coming on the spot, hard as he was when Dan blew him against the door. He knew he was leaking profusely, the weight of Dan pressing into him hard.

He ran his hand through Dan’s hair, already mussed from when had Phil knocked his hat off. Sweat and oil clinging to his fingers when he yanked Dan back from the root.

“Pants. Off. Now.”

Dan pecked his lips as if already addicted to the shape of them, and stood with his knees on either side of Phil.

They both paused, and he took in how Dan’s chest heaved against the cut of dim orange light. How it caressed his collarbones and hips, fell into the dip of his belly button and the side of his chest. The waistband of his red boxer briefs and the slouch of those shorts. His heart skipped when he saw the wet streaks that marred his stomach and them, painting the cloth around Dan’s erection.

It was painfully quiet, the noise from outside entirely tuned out.

Dan raised one of his hands slowly, placing the dip between his thumb and pointer finger around his neck.

Phil ignoring the way his dick begged him for attention, and let himself be completely immersed in Dan.

His hand dragged down his chest, the palm catching onto one of his nipples and Dan sighed, momentarily caught up in the pleasure of it.

When Phil flicked his eyes up to rounded lips and closed eyes, he bit his lip at the darkness hiding in them.

The hand continued downward, stiff fingers softening over small rolls of flesh, making their way down to his soft tummy. He raised his elbow, twisting his hand downward, and teased the edge of his underwear.

A pause. “Say it.”

Heat licked up his body, the flames leaving burning trails across his skin and curling at his toes.

“I want to see you.”

Dan dipped a fingertip under his waistband and shook his head. “Gotta be more specific than that, baby.”

“I- I want you...” he swallowed, taking a moment to hone his thoughts, “take your clothes off. And fuck me.”

“Fuuuck,” Dan groaned, quickly undoing the button and zipper on his shorts, revealing more of that flash of red. He shucked them off, lifting his legs to get them over his knees and down to his ankles, throwing it off to where the rest of the clothes were.

Phil’s mouth watered when he saw Dan’s clothed cock, barely held back by the stretch of ruby red fabric.

He rolled his eyes when he heard Dan laugh. “Are you going to stand there and do nothing or actually try participating for once?”

Dan pulled his underwear down, the fabric bunching up as he tried his best to smoothly kick it off.

From the brief glance Phil got, he was about the same size as him, maybe a little girthier, although it was hard to tell when Dan went onto his hands and knees, crawling up to where Phil waited for him.

Phil shuffled down farther onto the bed, feet hitting the edge of the mattress as Dan caught up to him. Finally letting their cocks ground together and for the intoxicating heat to build between them again.

It was too much, Phil pushing against his his chest to gasp, “’M not gonna...” he took in a shallow breath, and Dan pulled back.

“Hold on,” the other man muttered, kissing Phil’s cheek as he pushed away and shuffled up towards the bedside drawer.

Tanned skin stretched over him, and to distract himself he drew his fingers over Dan’s back, feeling goosebumps prick up in the wake of his fingertips.

Dan crawled back down, and Phil now recognized the patches of red on his face from when he’d call Dan out in class at the bottom of his cheeks.

The heat was still there, but instead of feeling like he was in the centre of a burning city, he felt as though he were up too close to a campfire. Flickering flames teasing him where his skin almost touched them.

Dan looked away when he saw Phil’s face, like he knew what Phil was going to ask him.

Phil whispered, running his hands down Dan’s back soothingly. “Do you actually like it when I get mad at you?”

“Umm...” his laugh was short and hollow, punched into the thin space between them. “I... don’t know.” His throat bobbed, “I mean... I said it before. I like it when you give me attention, I guess. Doesn’t everyone?”

Phil’s eyes softened, holding Dan’s face between his hands. Soft and rounded, yet with a hint of angularity.

“I think you’re doing a good job. Really good, baby.”

Dan looked away again, and Phil could see his blush deepening. “... Right, uh...” He lips his lips and threw the wrapped condom and small bottle of lube beside Phil. “So, how-”

“You’re going to open me up. I’ll tell you when you get to fuck me. And I’m going to come on your cock.”

He almost choked on his own spit, and Phil giggled at Dan’s shocked look.

“I, yeah... I can do that.”

Dan paused and looked down at Phil, his chest hairless but flushed. He looked like he wanted to say something, lips pursed and brow crinkled, but in a flash his features smoothed, signature smug look overtaking them. He swiped the lube, muttering “Then you should’ve worn something with easier access. Save me from tearing a muscle taking ‘em off.”

Phil swatted Dan again, “They’re jeans... What else was I supposed to wear?”

Dan liberally squeezed the small bottle of lube onto his fingers, immediately pressing the cold gel up to Phil’s hole.

“Ah!” Phil yelped as Dan pulled back with a laugh. “Jesus, Dan!”

His noises were smothered by Dan leaning in again, teeth and tongue swallowing him whole.

Phil was lost to it, the other man rubbing his fingers up to his entrance again, teasing the quivering muscle with just the edges of his fingers.

“How do you want this?”

He didn’t need to think twice.

“Like this.”

Dan went to grab the pillow, and Phil lifted his hips so he could put it under him.

He felt guilty knowing that this was supposed to be nothing but a one-off hookup for a guy who probably had sex all the time. Not something... more. Phil was his TA for Christ’s sake. He was just a means to an end for Dan. A fascination that ended once the younger man’s dick got what it wanted, and he’d go back to his normal asshole-ish self once the clock struck midnight.

But here we was, wearing nothing but his glasses and laid across the sheets of the guy who’d been the bane of his lectures, sighing as a finger started to breach him.

Phil pressed his head against the mattress, eyelids shut. The digit stopped, barely a fingertip when he felt a warm hand against the side of his face.

When he opened his eyes he blinked away the discomfort, focus narrowing on Dan.

They didn’t say anything, but Phil understood.

He kept his eyes trained on Dan, the haziness of the night clearing. Like when the fog of a lake was at the edge of a new day. Sunlight scattered and air heavy.

Dan’s face was pursed in concentration, eyes never stopping their minute movements across his features, thumb mindlessly running along his cheek.

It was... sweet.

“Dan,” he moaned when he added another finger, but something about it had Dan flinch and pull his hand away, instead dropping it back to the sheets.

Phil would be lying if he said he didn’t miss it.

Although, this pang of yearning was zapped away the moment Dan twisted his fingers, pressing hard onto the bundles of nerves found there.

He shouted at the sudden change, yanked back to the edge of orgasm and the fuzziness that came with it.

Dull nails dragged down Dan’s shoulders, legs flopping apart as he unravelled under the other man.

“Found it,” Dan chuckled. “No stick up your ass but-”

Phil slapped a hand over his mouth. “Shut... up.”

Lips pressed a smile into his palm, followed by him laving his tongue over it.

He pulled his hand back, nose crinkled in distaste, “God, you’re a brat.”

Dan bit his lip, and suddenly pressed a third finger in. Lost to it, the hypnotic squelching in and out hitting his ears between the sound of their panting.

Hot breath against his cheek, Dan bit his ear lobe. And just as he felt himself looking down the edge of orgasm, a painfully tight fist wrapped around his cock, and he held onto Dan for dear life.

“FUCK!” he shouted, louder than any noise he had made thus far, his vision on the verge of blacking out.

Holy fuck.

He warbled off some unknown noises, tongue unable to wrap itself around any sounds he made.

At once, the hand on his dick and the fingers inside him fled, leaving him empty and cold but only for a few moments. The rip of the condom wrapper and the blunt tip of Dan’s cock pressing against his entrance soon came to replace it.

“Yeah,” he panted, accepting that he had truly had lost his mind. The way Dan felt against him, how his cock dragged against sensitive skin. How he melted when Dan kissed him, like this was more than what it was. It was dangerous and addicting.

His leg hooked around Dan, pressing his heel into the small of Dan’s back, encouraging him to get impossibly closer.

Dan’s forearms pressed into the bed, the erratic snapping of his hips causing the headboard to bang against the wall. Foot dangling at the edge of the bed, Phil mindlessly running his hands anywhere he could reach...

It was perfect.

And afterwards, when Dan haphazardly threw the condom into the trash and Phil wiped the cum away, when there was nothing left for them to do other than collapse into each other’s arms, Phil felt it.

That horrible pang.

That sunken in hollow carved deep into his chest, rotten from the inside out.

Dan had asked him gently, as if afraid of breaking him, if it had been good and if Phil was okay. And Phil had said yes because it had been... and he knew it was what Dan needed to hear.

They were both out of their comfort zones, two ships on a collision course having been thrown entirely off track, now laying in the aftermath.

Two grown men fucking on a Twin XL was already pushing it, so trying to fit themselves against each other to sleep was a whole other task. Phil found himself curled around Dan, sore but satisfied, hiding himself in the nape of Dan’s neck, with the blanket collected around their ankles

He had been broken, unable to do much other than repeat his memories like a record. Skipping over to Dan’s minute glances. His words. His sounds.

This wasn’t...

Phil sighed, and tried to come up with something to dispel the unease that ate him. “Tapped out after one round? And you call me the old one.”

Dan hummed, half asleep from the alcohol and sex, and Phil held onto him a little longer. Until he too was dragged under the pull of sleep.

He dreamed of nothing, lulled by the vague sense of warmth and awoke with a pound in his head and heavy with an unknown weight behind him.

Phil squinted at the bright light filling the unknown room, eyes focusing on the daylight coming from the slatted blinds.

The night came back to him in jagged pieces, ripping into his bruised mind and leaving pulsating trails behind.

There was a moment, where it felt as though everything that had happened had been leading up to this, where he was warm and safe and entirely engulfed in comfort.

But the campfire could only last for so long, and the sun had to reach his peak, and suddenly he burned.

Bloodshot eyes ripped open and he groaned at the ache in his ass, all too aware that Daniel Howell... his fucking student was snoring behind him. None the wiser.

Oh, my God.

He didn’t even want to begin to dissect what consequences there would be for this. Getting kicked out in the middle of his masters, disgraced by the academic community, haunted by indulgence and scarified to his worst fears.

But then, there was Dan. How was Phil supposed to... go back to the way things were? When Dan’s flush and sharp tongue held more memories than just his classroom antics?

He couldn’t think, couldn’t breathe, and instead vowed to leave this instant. He couldn’t handle what Dan would say at the scene he’d woken up to.

Phil gently removed the limp arm that hung over him, waddling over to where his clothes had been left behind last night.

He was truly mortified in every sense of the word. Terrified that he’d have to endure a fucking frat house walk of shame this morning, and prayed that none of this other students saw him.

Carefully closing the door behind him, he walked out into the cold hallway. He ignored every sound he heard, every swatch of colour that whipped past him, and laser focused on running down the stairs and leaving as fast as possible.

He was lucky that the leftover party goers didn’t pay him much mind, some of whom he could feel following him with questioning gazes.

At least, that was what it felt like.

He walked along the cracked sidewalks and dirt paths, the early morning sun shining above him.

It was Saturday, which meant that he had plenty of time to avoid Dan before next week’s tutorial and really think about all that had happened and what exactly he was going to do about it.

He had papers to mark, people to call, and he knew he was forgetting the rest of what he’d written out on his to-do list. Phil wasn’t avoiding the situation. No, he was busy. The world wouldn’t wait around for him to have his crisis, so he just need to pull himself together.

It was a one-off. A hook up. A one night stand.

Intense, sure. But it would have been impossible for it not to have been, considering their shared history.

Dan wouldn’t care. He was probably happy Phil left early.

Phil just needed to lock himself away for the weekend. Focus on his work and let everything else fall into place the way the universe dictated it should.

At least, that was what he told himself as he threw the ramen into the microwave and climbed back into bed, tucked under sweats and blankets giving him all the warmth he knew he needed.

---

Dan was absolutely furious.

He’d awoken that morning alone and cold, only held together by the memories of the night before.

Of Phil. Of him. Of...

Dan clenched his teeth together, and turned around so he could scream into his mattress.

This was all bullshit. Phil fucking left him here to wallow, unable to breath under the ache in his chest.

It wasn’t fair.

He had to slog through another week, wait until he had his discussion section with him again next Friday and, what? Ignore him? Make some stupid horny comments again and not do any work?

God, this is sooo fucked.

Dan couldn’t even enjoy it, not the fading memories or the phantom touches across his skin.

Phil wanted him. He wanted Phil. Why the fuck did it have to be so complicated?

He flipped over to look at his ceiling again, hair sticking to forehead, and took a deep breath.

No.

Dan was a stubborn motherfucker and he wasn’t going to let Phil get away from him that fast.

At least not without trying.

Sure, Phil only taught on Fridays, but Dan knew he had his office hours Monday morning, right before lecture.

He’d never been before, never having a reason to go, but he knew the location and time were written on the syllabus shoved at the bottom of his backpack.

It would be impossible to focus on his other classes this week with all of this looming over him, and he needed it figured out before he could spiral about it anymore.

Dan spent the rest of the weekend moping around, trying to plan how how exactly he wanted to go about confronting Phil. What could he say to fix all of this? Would he even be able to? Or would Phil regress back to his ice cold glares and leave him be?

Only Monday would tell.

---

The English Department at their school seemed to be held together by leftover paperclips and duct tape.

No, seriously. Dan walked past a broken window half concealed by thick stripes of duct tape.

Jesus.

His discussion classroom was one of many on the first floor, which meant that he’d never noticed how the building really looked. Dusted over hallways and carpets that looked older than him, accidental pencil and pen marks scratched onto off-white walls, sallow ceiling lights hung depressively over him.

Even the elevator didn’t work, a Times New Roman “OUT OF ORDER” taped onto the door. It pissed him off that it wasn’t even centred correctly.

He didn’t know how Phil, or rather how anyone in this department got work done.

Setting his distractions aside, he turned into a hallway and saw a small line up of three students. Two of them talking behind the one in front of them.

Fuck that.

He waltzed past them, ignoring their protests.

Dan noted the label-less door, anonymous other than the number posted beside it and just knew it was Phil’s office. He threw open the door with all the pent up dramatics he’d been storing since Saturday, and burst in booming “We need to talk!”

Phil jolted and dropped the papers he’d been holding, scattering them on his wooden desk.

“What the hell?” A student asked as she turned around, frowning with her nostrils flared.

“Yeah,” Dan pointed over his shoulder with his thumb. “Get out.”

“But-”

Phil took off his glasses, pinching the bridge of his nose. “Dan, you can’t waltz in here and start throwing a tantrum in my office.”

Dan scoffed, “A tantrum? Oh. So that’s what we’re calling this.” He took a few steps into the room, poisonous smile leaching into his classmate. “Well, since you really want to know, I-”

“Fine,” Phil interrupted, tone ice cold. “Alright. If that’s you want it, we can have this conversation.” He looked back down to the girl. “Sam, I’m so sorry but we’ll have to put a pin in this until I deal with,” his eyes flicked up to Dan, “him.”

“I...” Sam sputtered, ponytail whipping as she looked between the two of them. She groaned, grabbed her papers and backpack and stomped out of the room. She paused as she stepped past Dan and out into the hallway. “You’re an asshole, Dan.”

Dan rolled his eyes, “Well, I’m sure that would hurt if I actually knew who you were.” And proceeded to slam the door in her face.

“God, what a bitch.” He said under his breath, looking back around at a completely resigned Phil.

“I HEARD THAT!” Sam spoke from behind the door, and Dan should’ve realized that the doors in this place would have been as thin as the walls.

He cracked it open and glared, “Okay, so you’re not deaf, just irrelevant. Good to know.” And proceeded to slam it again at her offended expression.

“Are you done harassing the other students or is it my turn?” Phil deadpanned, and Dan noted how wrinkled his button up looked.

He strode over to the now empty chair and placed his hands on the back of it, leaning over to loom over his TA.

“What the hell was that?” Dan asked, all plans and calm gone the second he stormed in.

Not his best idea, if he’s being honest.

Phil cleared his throat. “If you want to act like a child, that’s perfectly fine with me.” He paused, hands flat on his desk. “You’re right. We do need to talk. But, if you aren’t ready for that conversation, I’m prepared to tell you what’s going to happen.”

“And what do you think happened?” Dan bit, heartache on the tip of his tongue.

“It was... a mistake.” His voice deepened, lowering until it was just above the old hum of the AC. Eye bags clung to his light eyes, his mouth downturned. “Friday night... it wasn’t supposed to happen. And it’s my fault. And I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have gone to the party, and I shouldn’t have said or done... all of that. It was irresponsible. And if you want to report me,” he nodded solemnly, “I totally understand.”

“Oh, cut the fucking bullshit, man. Don’t give this, ‘above it all’ crap. You don’t care about all that. You like me. And I feel the same way. We don’t need this bureaucratic bullshit in the way all this.”

“Dan-”

“No. Let me finish.” Dan walked around the chair and sat down, boring his eyes into Phil. “All weekend I’ve been thinking about this shit. How I’m supposed to tell you that it’s all I ever wanted since the semester started.”

He leaned forward, “Do you know how long it’s been since I’ve been with anyone? Winter fucking break. Because you kept showing up in my head and cockblocking me at every fucking opportunity. I’d imagine your face anytime I’d walk up to someone and leave with my tail between my legs. Do you understand how fucked that is? My frat brothers think something’s wrong with me or some shit because I haven’t gotten laid enough this semester. Friday was...” he paused, closing his eyes and breathing to centre himself. “Was amazing. To me. And I know you had a good time too. God,” he sighed frustratedly, kicking his legs out and leaning back in his chair.

He crossed his arms over his chest and licked his teeth in thought. “I’ll lay it all out on the fucking line,” he shook his head. “I don’t care anymore. School’s over in like a month and you want me to care about this? Fine. Whatever. Do you wanna know why I dropped off with my grades after the first essay?”

Dan didn’t bother looking at Phil, he already knew that he wanted to know. “If I do well, you act like I’m just some random guy in class. Like everyone else. You even forgot my name after the first time we talked, like I didn’t even matter to you. I submitted a shit essay and the second you marked it, it was like the fucking floodgates opened. All of a sudden, I’m getting e-mails and notices to come talk to you after class. You come to me.”

“And I do shit in class because you finally, like, look at me. Even if you don’t say my name, I know you think of me in your head, and honestly that’s enough. I was forced to take this stupid gen ed before I graduated and I don’t know what the fuck I’m supposed to do when all of this over, but all I know is that I fucking love it when you look at me. It just does something to me. I...” Dan looked back to Phil, who’s eyes were as wide as saucers.

“Nobody ever been able to keep up with me. Everyone always gives up or leaves or runs away and I don’t want you to go. I don’t even fucking know you, and even before that night I already knew I couldn’t lose you. Please, don’t give up already. Let me get to know you.”

The silence hung heavily upon them.

“Oh,” Phil hiccuped, mouth in the shape of an ‘o’. He blinked rapidly, as if mentally resetting, and it didn’t help Dan’s sinking confidence.

“Dan...” he started. “I... I get it. You’re in this... strange phase of life. Nothing is stable except instability and you start to really think about yourself. About who you are. About what’s worth it and what... what isn’t.”

Dan’s heart sunk.

“I... wish that younger me were more like you. Less restrained, more out there. Maybe not so much the parties, but I... have a habit of isolating myself. And I have to admit. Only you have been able to poke and prod me out of my comfort zone. I haven’t been to a frat party since I was, what? Eighteen? Dan, look at me,” Phil asked, and Dan blinked away the building heat in his eyes when he faced the other man. “I enjoyed myself. And I’m glad you did too. But,”

“But what?” Dan spoke around the building lump in his throat.

“We can’t do this. I’ll be fired, and it might get you into trouble. It’s just not possible right now.”

“Fuck that, what-”

“Hold on, let me finish.” Phil took another deep breath. “I... the main reason this arrangement doesn’t work, is because I’m your TA. I’m the one marking your work and have somewhat of a role to play in whether you graduate or not. I can’t be impartial if we’re... together. But,”

But?

Dan heart stopped, trying to tamper the hope fluttering in him.

“But... after finals week and when you graduate. After the both of us have had a lot of time to think about it and when I have absolutely no power over you,” Phil shrugged, “then we can... revisit this.”

Oh.

A stern look crossed Phil’s features, “But not any sooner. And I can’t guarantee it, either. I care about you, Dan. And the reason why I haven’t failed you yet is because I want you to succeed, not hold you back, so...” he swallowed, and straightened his back. “I expect for this discussion to be tabled until further notice. Also, you owe me a rewrite on your Tempest essay, and I expect it at the start of class on Friday. No exceptions.”

After running through the emotional whiplash of the conversation, Dan felt giddy.

He fucking knew it. Phil wanted him even worse then him, the only difference being that Dan wasn’t afraid to say it. He laughed for the first time since Friday, jumping out his chair with his heart sewn back into his chest.

“I don’t need to think twice about it, but don’t worry babe, I can wait for as long as you want me to,” and winked.

“Dan,”

“Yeah?”

“This is still my office hours, and I’m sure there are people waiting outside. I’ll see you Friday.”

Nodding, he walked back to the door. He was so dizzy with his thoughts that he bumped into Sam again on his way out, and skipped past the absolutely dumbfounded group of now five students lined up against the wall.

He could handle waiting just fine, he’d been having fun all semester doing it, anyhow.

The sun broke out above him as he walked through campus again, humming It’s Raining Men, smiling wickedly like the cat that got the cream.

Hallelujah.

Notes:

god gives her slayest warriors (dnp) her toughest challenges (taking off skinny jeans during bow chicka wowow time)

hope you enjoyed <333 and i’ll see you in the finale !!!!

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Chapter 3

Notes:

love how i always end up with more words and tags than i planned for every chapter

anywayssss i'll see you in the endnotes >:3

A week.

Almost a week had passed since the night Phil decided to go to frat row and get his mind blown in more ways than one.

He was still recovering from the aftershocks.

When Dan had burst into his office demanding for them to not break things off yet, he'd somewhat seen it coming.

Not in the middle of fucking office hours where the walls were thin and the students who waited outside's patience was thinner.

He'd stumbled through the whole week, anxiously awaiting for an email about his misconduct to pop up, or some anonymous threat prepared to blow his life up unless he could fork over money he didn't have… but there was nothing.

Absolutely nothing.

Well, except for Dan.

If it were even possible, Dan had gotten worse.

Before, Phil had been blissfully unaware of whatever tension that had lingered between them, too preoccupied with Dan ruining his life to really put two and two together.

But now, their impromptu conversation had set a deadline for when Phil would have to think through the logistics of potentially dating his ex-student. Suffice to say, Phil felt very… antsy. And Dan had taken that as a sign to go even further.

He should have sensed it the moment Dan walked into today's discussion lecture late. Damp and panting, jogging over to his seat and apologizing for being late with his excuse being 'faulty showers'.

Which, sure. Entirely possible.

However, the main lecture was at noon, and it was currently just after three o'clock. Dan didn't look like the type who frequented the gym between classes, so why was he showering in the middle of the day?

"Take a picture," Dan grinned toothily, curls dotted with beading water against his forehead. "It'll last longer."

Phil looked down at the wet collar of his shirt. The way the loose fabric revealed skin he hadn't seen since the week prior. Skin and bones and flesh—

Someone cleared their throat. "Phil?"

"Ah! Sorry, Sam. I was just…" he flicked his gaze back to Dan, who looked right back at him with his eyes narrowed. Studying him. "Anyways," Phil clapped. "Right. Let's continue with A Modest Proposal."

Every time he looked at the class, whether it be to answer a question or to check in on his student's understanding, his attention went first to Dan.

Dan bit his pen. It wasn't new, in fact, seeing him chew on stationary like gum was a common enough occurrence. A bit gross, sure, but nothing that mattered to Phil.

Except for now, when Dan ran the uncapped pen along his lips, the blue ballpoint cap dragging along chapped skin. His shower must've been warm, spring heat still clinging to Dan's face, his red cheeks warm and dewy. He pressed the pen against closed lips, just opening his mouth enough to poke the tip in against his bottom lip.

Phil was running entirely on autopilot. Mouth garbling through his lecture on satire while his mind was enraptured with the memory of those lips against his own skin.

Dan was silent for the rest of class. Scratching notes down onto his paper and rarely looking up. Phil almost had a heart attack when he caught Dan sliding his other hand under the desk.

He… he wouldn't… right?

But God, did it do something for him. And that had been his only hiccup, the thought causing him to trip over his laptop cable still connected to the wall.

Embarrassing, sure, but at least it was nearing the end of lecture.

Dan's hair had dried into smaller curls that licked his hairline, a thin layer of frizz that haloed his head catching the light.

Once everyone had started packing up, Phil heart leapt when Dan stood up, only to relax once he saw the stapled papers in his hands.

Riiiight… the essay redo.

"Oh. Thank you, Dan." He smiled nervously as he took the paper, clutching them tight enough to crease.

"It's better this time," Dan leaned in and whispered, like it was just the two of them.

Phil tried desperately to not show what that tone did to him.

"You better not have just hired someone better to do the job," Phil went with instead, attempting to ease himself back into their usual ebb and flow, distracting himself with skimming the first page.

Dan stood there silently, until Phil looked up and found him running a hand through his hair. He kept it there, lightly pulling at the strands, and sighed. The hem of his tank top lifted to reveal a thin strip of skin tucked between it and the edge of his underwear. "I think we both know there's nobody who can do a better job than me."

Phil deadpanned, "Last month you didn't even bother to spell check your own name."

Dan snapped out of it, grumbling, "Yeah, well, I didn't think I needed to check if the person I paid did their job correctly. That was what the money was for. To write correctly."

Phil snorted, and the two of them went back to that. The simple back and forth, the push and pull of it.

How Phil was close enough to see the flames flicker, watch Dan's eyes crinkle, yet far enough away that he wouldn't put himself in danger again.

And then it happened.

Once everyone had left, Dan had reached out and squeezed Phil's hand. Wrist still decorated with those bands and bracelets, palm firm and warm.

It stopped him right where he stood, frozen until Dan had left and Phil was alone with that burn.

The ache.

The itch that had been salved until it grew up his skin, dig its hard nails into him and make him weep.

He was hard. And still in the fucking English building.

Fuck.

Phil sprinted home, throwing everything to the floor to jump into the shower and blast himself with cold water. Flinch when cold water hit hot skin, hands twitching as he tried not to touch his dick.

That's the one line he made sure he didn't cross. He promised himself after his conversation with Dan that not having sex with him also meant not thinking of him that way. Phil was going cold turkey. No Dan. Not until he wasn't a student and Phil stopped feeling so strange about him.

It was awful.

Lying awake in the middle of the night, trying to forget how nice it felt to be held. To be there. In the arms of someone who wanted him. All of him.

He flipped over and groaned, half in sorrow and the other half because he was still horny and at least the soft give of the mattress below him gave him a distraction from the building emotion of it all.

He whimpered, pressing his face into the mattress as the cold from the shower evaporated with the heat of shame.

Phil grinded his hips down desperately, clawed sheets and muffled moans the soundtrack to his studio apartment.

Under the cover of night he'd imagine Dan in any position his brain could come up with. He thought about riding him.

God, I should've rode him when I had the chance.

But it wouldn't stop there. He'd imagine Dan riding him.

Press his fingernails deep into the mattress like he was holding onto Dan thighs, watching his cock bounce in front of him as he bent over Phil. Yelling and screaming at the walls, fat droplets of tears threatening to break free and roll down his flushed face.

They'd be in Phil's apartment, tucked away from the prying ears of the frat house and where Phil could have him all to himself, speared open and desperate for his touch.

Phil would ignore Dan's weeping cock, precum leaking like a faucet. He'd brace his feet against his mattress and rock upwards, ripping sounds out of Dan like he was starved for it. Until he came all over Phil's chest and up to his face, and he pressed against Dan's prostrate until he came deep inside of him.

The fantasies would change every night, a pornographic Rolodex pulling every desire he'd had to the forefront on a loop, just to torture him.

He wouldn't cum. Absolutely refused to. The fantasies were one thing. It was impossible to control how his mind would grasp at any mildly depraved thought that rolled past it, but it was another thing to officially get off it it. It didn't count if he didn't touch himself. Didn't count if he didn't cum. He'd push himself right to the brink, as his back bent tightly and his toes curled, jaw loose and open, and he'd stop. Get onto his forearms and knees even as his hips twitched and his brain screamed at him for not going further.

He'd breathe through it, shallow breathes that ached his lungs until they deepened. Wait until he could flip over, brain mushy but pleasant and empty. Eyelids heavy and skin buzzing, until he could stretch himself out over his small mattress and be free of his thoughts. A cocoon of his own making, safe in the confines of thin sheets and warm blankets. A dreamless sleep, pleasant and warm, rolling flames burying him under their weight.

---

Ahhh, let’s see here,” Dr. Nickel flicked her eyes down the printed sheet, her middle finger scrolling down towards a certain name on her list. “Daniel Howell?”

Phil could feel sweat start to bead at the back of his neck. He blinked at the professor, limbs stiff, praying to God that she wouldn’t notice.

“Oh,” he cleared his throat. “Yes.”

She hummed, licking her finger before flicking through the stack of essays from his class. “If I recall correctly... Oh. Here it is.” The professor lifted the stapled set of papers, adjusting her thin wire frame glasses.

“I, uh.” Phil spat, mentally berating himself for already sounding suspicious.

Monday had come, and the meeting with the other TAs this week had started off relatively alright. A bit of introductory small talk, going through the previous week’s lectures, and moving through what they’d be doing next week. It was easy to blend into the background with the other five TAs spread out across her office, all nodding along and adding enough commentary to make it seem like they weren’t half checked out.

He had spoken to them all before, even had an email chain sent between them to share notes so that they all didn’t have to attend every lecture. But, he didn’t know them. Phil was sure some of them got along quite well, but he knew his introversion wasn’t going to garner him much more than cordial small talk.

Then, Dr. Nickel had asked him to stay behind, and Phil hadn’t recovered since.

“Now, I can assume you know why I’ve kept you here, yes?”

“Mmhm,” Phil nodded, excruciatingly hyper-aware of every movement he made.

She placed the paper back down and smiled, fine lines carved deeply into her skin. “This was your trouble student, no?”

“Yes.”

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.

Luckily for him, his black slacks hid the evidence of his sweaty hands every time he tried to nonchalantly swiped them.

“Well, I know that we’ve discussed this student on a handful of occasions... including after the speaker incident.”

How could Phil forget the time during their first midterm, Dan had hidden Bluetooth speakers in the classroom next door, locked said door, and proceeded to blast music so loudly in the middle of the exam that Phil had to leave just to figure out what was even happening.

It should not have been a surprise to him that in the ten minutes he wasted trying to ask whomever was using the room to turn it down and fiddle with the doorknob, that almost everyone had cheated off of each other.

He’d have been more impressed if it wasn’t for how obvious they’d been.

“Yeah that’s... that sure is Dan. He’s... been a work in progress this semester. But, you know. I think I, er, really had a breakthrough with him.”

I wonder why.

He failed not to imagine Dan again. Haunting visions of wide brown eyes and stretched pink lips sucking his dick. Pinched brows and panting into his mouth, fucking him like his life depended on it. The terror that those thoughts elicited tamped down the bolt of desire that shot through Phil, core tightening at the memories.

Can she tell that I’m having horny thoughts.

Oh God, I’m so fucked. I’m sooo fucked. She totally knows, she absolutely knows and has a fucking shotgun in her desk and is going to end me before I can—

“That’s wonderful to hear, Phil.”

“Huh?”

Oh, fuck I said that out loud.

“I… I said that it’s wonderful, Phil. Are you alright?” She took off her glasses, gold bangles dangling as she regarded him.

Fear straightened Phil's back and he shot back with, “Yeah, I, uh. Headache. Sorry about that.”

Her brows furrowed. “Oh, dear. I’m sorry. Well, this shouldn't be too much longer. I just wanted to say I can tell there’s been a lot of improvement with your students in the past two weeks. And I wanted to recognize the work you so clearly put in.”

Well, technically 'it' was put in me- No! Do not think about topping him again. Absolutely not. Now is not the fucking time, brain.

… It didn't work.

He stood up so fast he was almost dizzy, mustering up the best smile he could give the woman and proceeded to shuffle out towards the door.

“Thank you! I- I really think it’s doing a lot for him- the class. Doing... I’m really putting it in for the... the class.”

God, I'm imagining it again. That's definitely…. fuuuuuuck.

“I have Advil in my desk if you needed some, Phil. Are you sure you’re alright?”

He awkwardly laughed, “I think I just need some fresh air.”

Dr. Nickel frowned, but Phil hoped that the approaching end of term would be enough to draw her attention elsewhere. “Alright. I’ll see you next week.”

Phil didn't look back as he ran straight to his apartment.

---

'There once was a turtle named Shelly.'

'It was late in the evening, and I was about to go to sleep.'

'My cat hates me.'

And so on, and on, as Phil marked the submissions for this week's assignment.

Write a piece of satire based on something that happened to you recently.

'Bigfoot is known by many across the globe.'

'Wealth inequality is at an all time high.'

'Cherries are my favorite fruit.'

His eyes glazed over as he continued to read, ticking the boxes on his rubric for each student.

That was until he reached Dan's.

Today's discussion had, on some level, been better than last time.

Dan had shown up on time, dressed just as douche-y as always, sat down and kept to himself. Hell, he even answered one of Phil's questions to the class.

Bizarre.

The other man didn't even stick around after class, just tossed a wink at him as he folded his loose leaf paper, placing it upon the growing pile of in-class assignments.

And now, late into Friday night, Phil curled up in bed with his favourite hoodie on. Ball point pen scratching paper as he wrote the occasional line of feedback.

Brows pinched in suspension, he opened Dan's paper, and started to read.

'Heavy and hot, the air choked him. Crackling skin dragging against one another, sharing electricity in a singular closed loop.'

Huh?

Phil shifted to drop the other papers onto the floor, settling into bed as he read further.

'I could feel them weeping below me, desperate. Aching for release.'

I…

Phil ignored the shiver that ran down his spine and continued reading, gripping the paper tightly.

'…I ran my fingertips along clammy skin, a firm palm against their chest like I could rip the heart that beat below...'

What the fuck is this?

Phil swallowed around the lump in his throat, jaw loosened and swinging on his hinges.

Did Dan know he was dreaming about him? And not just that, but like this?

'…My thighs shook, but I held my tongue. Used it to bend down and lick the sweat beading on their neck...'

He placed a hand over his clothed cock, pressing his lips together to muffle the moan.

'…My teeth bite at the corner between their neck and shoulder, sucking on the flesh before I go up onto my knees…'

Phil kicked the blanket off, nimble fingers already undoing his pajamas drawstring.

"Ah," he gulped on the stale air, hips stuttering upward. He'd read through half of it, the scene distant enough that he could fill the blanks, but close enough that he could see the events like a forgotten memory.

In hindsight, it felt like an act of God that one of the reoccurring fantasies that haunted him late into the night seemed to creep up in Dan as well. And not only that, but he knew that Phil had been thinking about it.

Phil used one hand to shuck his bottoms down a bit, just so that he could get his dick free from the thin cotton.

Dan's words blended with his own, and suddenly as he pumped himself with frenzy, it was like he could feel Dan press around him.

The phantom pain of nonexistent hickeys, the weight of a firm body pressing him down, cock squeezed around impossibly tight heat.

He fucked up into his hand, pressing just on the right side of painful. Phil was drunk on it. Not just the idea or the fantasy, but of the white lined paper in his hand.

Letters and words that Dan had wrote.

He kept going, but with both hands busy and facing the ceiling, he was unable to control his noises.

His dick had gotten so wet, so tired of being ignored for so long, that Phil's orgasm came to him unexpectedly and violently.

Back bent, mouth open, body stiff and rigid and he came over himself, pumping his sore cock even when it had softened.

It could've been minutes or hours that he lay there, mind blissfully empty and warm again.

That was, until the chill of the room settled back in, and Phil realized he was still holding onto Dan's paper. And not just that, but the paper itself sagged under the weight of the cum that had hit the back of it.

The… Oh… Oh fuck. Ohhhhh FUCK!

Phil's neck hurt from how he snapped up to look at the paper.

Some of the blue penned letters started to bleed, escaping the soiled areas from the fine lines of the paper. And as the seconds passed, the paper began to wilt.

FUCK!

Haphazardly stuffing his soft cock back into his pajama bottoms, he jumped towards his desk.

He scrambled, frantically swiping tissues to clean his other hand and what he could of the hoodie.

Phil flipped the paper over to the directly soiled side, blotting the dampness away with a tissue.

"Nonononono," he mumbled to himself knowing full well that even if he got the majority of it off, the paper would still be tacky, warped, and entirely destroyed.

"Oh… Fuck!" He groaned in frustration, paper still on his desk and hands instinctively coming up to rub his face. He grimaced at the slight tackiness of them, going back to sit on his bed.

Phil knew he should've felt guilty about it. It wasn't right, he told himself that he wouldn't get off to Dan.

But here he was, staring at the homework assignment he was in the middle of marking, of which he jacked off about and came on, still wearing his cum stained clothes and entirely alone in his apartment.

Even standing outside a frat party in his mid-20s wasn't as deeply embarrassing as this.

He sat there, catching his breath, mind racing on what he was going to do.

We have completely different handwriting so I can't just get another paper and write it all out again. Uhhh… I could… I could photocopy it? Like when it dried. But it won't look like pen on paper anymore, and I don't even know if it'll get rid of the cum stain.

Phil was nauseous. Mere minutes ago at the top of the world, now grasping for anything with sin soaked hands as his thoughts sent him deeper into hell.

He… he didn't even do the assignment! He wrote porn in the middle of fucking class and submitted it for a class assignment.

Then, an idea struck him. Phil could just say that the contents of the assignment were inappropriate (which they were) and went against school policy (which is probably true) and that he confiscated the material (which… he will), and that Dan would get a zero on the assignment.

It wouldn't matter too much for his grade considering it was only for participation, and it's not like Dan could argue against it. Phil doubted Dan studied school policy closely enough to even care.

He threw his hoodie into the wash and cleaned up. Shoved the other papers into his messenger bag and crawled back into bed.

Phil had to face the truth. That even through this separation, he was still drawn to the younger man. He missed him, and he had barely had him.

Dan was strange. That, he'd known for a while. But ultimately, he was real, too.

He was unafraid to tell anyone how he felt. However insignificant or monumental his feelings were. He wore his heart on his sleeve and seemed to shrug off every attempt someone made to cut it loose.

He went for it. Every damn time. And did it with a smile on his face and wit on his tongue.

It was admirable, even if Phil could recognize it was sometimes a bit much.

There wasn't a single person Phil had met in his twenty-five years of existence who would go to the extent that Dan hadn't batted an eye at.

And maybe that's what Phil had been missing.

Someone who wasn't afraid of more. Of all. Of being consumed entirely.

Someone like Dan.

Phil fell into a dreamless sleep, wishing that finals would come just a little sooner.

---

Dan walked into the room more confident than he'd ever been for an exam in last four years.

Classes had ended over a week ago, and his English final would be the last thing between him and his degree.

He was not going to fuck this up.

Not only would failing after all this be fucking embarrassing as shit when he had a man on the line, but having to stay behind for the summer or, God forbid, another year in this hell hole forced him to stay focused.

He actually sat his ass down and annotated his readings. Annotated. Sticky notes and everything.

Skipped the end of semester mixers and stuffed his earplugs in while everyone else in the house enjoyed that first taste of summer freedom.

The exam was at eight o'clock on a Thursday, which could've been worse. It still sucked, though.

He didn't own any concealer to cover his awful eye-bags, didn't even know how to use it, but he hoped Phil wouldn't notice it.

Or, maybe he wanted Phil to notice it. The physical evidence of his effort. He wanted to impress him, prove to him that he could ace the exam and fuck around.

With his backpack slung over one shoulder, he flooded the large hall with everyone else. Long rows of equally spaced desks and sections separated by TAs. Students pooled at the front to drop off their backpacks and grab their IDs and pens.

Grabbing all of his things plus a few extra items, he threw his bag to the floor. Searching the room, Dan immediately found Phil hanging around the other side of the hall. The other man stood with his hands in his trouser pockets, button down ironed neatly, and those cute little glasses perched atop his nose.

Showtime.

"Proctoring the exam all alone, handsome?" Dan spoke behind Phil, who was talking to another student.

Phil jumped, and whipped his head around at Dan.

"Again, Dan? You can't keep doing that."

"Christ, what's your damage?" Sam revealed herself from around Phil, face screwed up when she saw him.

Oh, brother.

"Bite me," Dan rolled his eyes.

"Loser."

"Bitch."

"Man-whore."

"ENOUGH!" Phil shouted, capturing the attention of everyone around them. "It… Everything's fine!" He lowered his voice, "Sam, you've got this in the bag and I'm sure you know you don't need me to remind you of that."

She smiled brightly at him, twisting a piece of her wavy hair. "Thank you, Phil." She shot Dan a deadly glare and turned heel back up the rows.

"How—"

"You should tell her you don't want to fuck her," Dan interrupted.

"Dan," Phil warned, furrowed brows and hard mouth and tight jaw and…

"I know," he said, eyes freely travelling up and down Phil. "You're too nice. Luckily for you, I'm not."

Phil… did something different. Dan was expecting the same hot scowl to mar his pale skin, but instead, it softened. Phil blinked slowly, plump lips pulling into a small smile. "Yeah. Lucky me."

"I…" Dan fumbled with his words, caught off guard by the sincerity in his face. "Uh. I had some questions." He schooled his face back into his usual smirk.

"Oh. Sure."

"Is it alright if I eat some fruit?" He asked, shaking a clear container of grapes.

Phil seemed to have just noticed the plastic container and raised a brow. "You want to eat during the exam?"

"I get hungry. It's eight AM. I've done it before y'know, I just wanted to ask so nobody's on my ass about it."

Phil gently took the container from his hands, sparks striking where fingertips touched. He flipped it upside down and shook it.

"I don't know what answers you think I'm gonna hide in a piece of fruit."

"It's policy," Phil responded automatically. His nose wrinkled and pushed his glasses higher up the bridge of his nose.

Jesus, he's fucking cute when he does that.

The TA handed him his container back and smiled. "I'll let the others know you'll be eating. As long as you aren't being disruptive, I don't think it'll be an issue."

Dan winked.

Phil's face dropped. "Please don't cause a scene."

"I won't, baby. You don't need to worry your pretty little head over me. Take care of the kids and let me handle the exam."

Phil sighed, face flat even as his eyes betrayed the mirth. "Anything else?"

"Yeah. Can you blow on it?"

Phil instantly flushed. "What?"

Dan whipped his ballpoint pens out and held them under Phil's lips. "Blow on them for good luck. Like they're dice."

Even with the hustle and bustle of students and staff around them, the silence hung heavily between them.

Phil leaned forward, and Dan watched him close his eyes and purse his lips together, gently blowing over the stationary.

His ears rung.

"I think that'll be all, Dan. Good luck." And with that, Phil turned around to walk down an aisle.

With his arm still out, Dan blinked rapidly and bit his lip. He lowered the pens, looking down at them as he thought,

Well, here goes nothing.

---

The exam went surprisingly well. Dan easily bounced through the multiple choice, recalling the details of the texts he just crammed through. The paragraph responses were decent. He never got to go as in depth into some of the additional readings as he should have, but it didn't matter. What he really had to hone in on was the essay response. He knew that based on what he'd been told, there'd be the option to choose a topic between the bigger readings, and he was lucky that he'd been forced to actually go through and read The Tempest.

He had another hour on the clock as he finished his outline, and decided it was time for a break.

Raising his hand, he waited for a familiar face to walk up his aisle.

"Did you have a question?"

"Yeah, can I go to the bathroom?"

Phil narrowed his eyes but nodded, asking Dan to follow him out.

The second the two of them were in the hallway, Dan jogged ahead of him and turned around.

"You're not going to ask me how it's going?"

Phil rolled his eyes. "If it was going that badly, you wouldn't chose to be out here talking to me."

They reached the door of the men's bathroom and as Dan held the handle, he turned to Phil and raised his brows.

"What?" Phil asked, arms crossed over his chest.

Dan tilted his head back towards the door and clicked his tongue.

"Dan," Phil's voice lowered, sending a chill up Dan's spine. "I'm not going in the bathroom with you."

"Why not? What if I need a pick-me-up?"

"Isn't that what the grapes are for?"

"Well, what if you need a pick-me-up. I mean, I could pick you up. We could take turn—"

Phil lightly shoved Dan's shoulder. "Enough. Go in or I'll drag you back into the exam room by your necklace—"

"It's a gold chain. And you know I can do rough—"

"Dan."

Dan raised a hand in surrender, twisting the handle to walk into the men's room. "Alright, bossy."

Afterwards, Phil led Dan back to his seat, and Dan got in one more comment about enjoying the view before Phil walked away.

The student behind him snorted as Phil left, and Dan hummed a tune under his breath, muttering, "One hour until freedom."

He made sure to wink at Phil again when he handed over his exam booklet half an hour later.

---

Phil was cleaning out his office when he heard a couple of knocks on his closed door.

A month after term papers and finals had come and gone, everything submitted and graded, it was graduation week. Campus was bustling with gowned graduates and their families. Circles of them roved campus grounds, taking photos outside of different buildings and campus architecture like tourists.

For as annoying as it was to still have to navigate campus amongst the chaos, Phil couldn't help but absorb the waves of optimism and opportunity that rolled off of everyone.

Phil was still stuck TA-ing summer classes, of course. Forever tied down to campus, at least until a few decades down the line when he'd land a fellowship and tenure and could do whatever he wanted.

As for now, he was boxing up some files for storage, wiping down his desk from months old dust and debris, and doing anything else to freshen the space up. The windows were still broken so he could only crack them partially open, but even with that, the fresh summer air had lightened his steps as he swept through the small space.

Upon hearing the knock, he walked over and swung his door open.

Dan leaned against the opposite wall, a wide smile reaching the corners of his face, tilted graduation cap with the tassel dangling in front of him, and his gown open. His hands were shoved into the pockets of his black slacks, a rumpled white shirt tucked into them. Phil glanced at his tie, striped and red with a hint of some shimmer, and back up to his sparkling eyes.

"Happy… Birthday… to you," Dan crooned, tilting his head to look at Phil through his lashes. "Happy Birthday… to youuu."

"D—"

"Happy Birthday, Mr. President—"

"Okay, you've made your point, Dan." Phil opened his door to let Dan in.

"Actually…" Dan pulled out his phone and tapped the screen. Before Phil could question it, suddenly Pony by Ginuwine blasted from behind him. Dan pocketed the device, strutting forward to press a hand to Phil's chest and push them both into the office.

"Dan! How the hell did you sneak a speaker in here?!"

He shoved Phil's chest and turned back to slam the door closed.

Phil heart-rate kicked up when Dan pressed himself against the closed door. His mind quickly let go of the pressing issue of finding said speaker.

Sue him.

Dan pinched his graduation cap between his fingers, flicked it off to the side, and winked.

Phil, standing in the middle of the room, laughed at the absurdity of it all. He had so much he wanted to say to Dan, running thorough every way this conversation would play out.

Dan, teary eyed and apologetic, realizing this just wasn't what he wanted anymore. Phil accidentally saying something off-putting and having his own door slammed in his face. Dan not showing up at all.

But this? Dan intuitively knowing how difficult and awkward it would be, and choosing to make it into something fun and silly? That was something he was coming to love about him.

The ironic detachment only a thin veil for how much he really did care. In fact, cared so much that he was willing to, what many would call, embarrass himself, just to make things even the smallest bit better.

That unshakable confidence used to piss him off to no end, but now he could see why it might actually be something… nice.

As the music roared, Dan tilted his head up to expose the long line of his neck, still carrying that goofy grin.

'I'm just a bachelor,

Looking for a partner.'

He dragged a large hand down his center, just like he had back at the frat house, except right when he reached his trousers he kicked off the wall and threw off his dark graduation gown.

'Someone who knows how to ride,

Without even falling off.'

With sultry eyes he stalked towards Phil and slowly unbuttoned his top.

'Gotta be compatible, takes me to my limits.'

He gripped Phil's T-shirt and dragged him around his desk to throw him onto his desk chair.

'Girl, when I break you off,

I promise that you won't wanna get off.'

Phil had been hard since Dan had pushed his chest. But, being thrown around his own office, and looking up at the other man pulling out the rest of his tucked in shirt, the speed by which his blood rushed downward had him spinning. He gripped the armrests and watched Dan in equal parts fascination, amusement, and lust.

'If you're horny, let's do it, ride it, my pony.

My saddle's waiting, come and jump on it.'

Dan got the rest of his shirt of and threw it at Phil, who snorted when it hit his face.

His red tie had been loosened, dangling from his chest. Dan loomed over Phil, taking his hands into his and placing them over his chest. Phil's hands were slowly dragged down Dan's body, ending at his waistband.

'If you're horny, let's do it, ride it, my pony.

My saddle's waiting, come and jump on it.'

Phil reached out to grab the tie and pulled. Dan followed his lead, bending down to kiss him. Hard. Pressed his tongue to the seam of Phil's lips, and sucked on his tongue. Whatever was left of the nerves and worries Phil had built up over the last few weeks melted in an instant.

The separated for a second, Dan crawling onto his lap.

His hands were everywhere and so were Phil's. He couldn't get enough of it, every touch a new addiction. Dan all but ripped the buttons off his shirt and he rushed to get the wretched thing off.

Skin against skin, Dan pressing into him so closely that Phil was afraid the flimsy chair would flip over. He ground his hips down again and again, Phil wanting to throw him off just so he could similarly tear his own pants off, but also not wanting to stop the pressure being built between them.

Dan kissed the side of his lips, then his cheek, lowering his head down to his neck.

"Ah!" Phil moaned when Dan bit him, shark-like teeth hooked into his neck. He was too far gone to register the noises he made, his mind, body, and soul entirely consumed by Dan.

Dan shifted so that he could reach lower, popping the button and smoothly sliding down Phil's zipper. He bit at Phil's neck and down to his chest, sucking deep bruises into pale skin like it pained him to do anything else.

He stuck his hand into Phil's unzipped trousers and cupped his clothed cock, firmly pressing down onto it.

Dan kissed his way back up to Phil's face, hands following up with him. Anchoring himself using Phil's shoulders, he slowly got his feet back on the ground to stand.

Phil canted his hips up and groaned frustratedly when was met with no friction. He opened his eyes to see Dan rushing to get out of his clothes and Phil quickly followed suit.

Phil kicked off his shoes, lifted his hips, and swiped down his pants and underwear, the fabric of his seat pressing into his skin.

The music was still playing off in some distant corner, but Phil was way too distracted to care. Thinking about how pretty sun-kissed skin looked under the natural light from outside.

Phil blanched, quickly swiping the blinds down.

"Fuck!" Phil said, "Did—"

"Who cares?" Dan asked, body still golden even with the sickly tube lights above them. He gave Phil a once-over, gaze locked on his cock while he reached down to stroke his own. "Nobody's here anyways, bro. I checked all the offices."

"You—?" Phil was interrupted by Dan climbing back on, the problem being that he hadn't yet settled back into his seat. The moment Dan sprang onto him, he felt them go slightly off-kilter. And in a matter of seconds, his feet left the ground. The back of his chair hit the floor with a thud and Dan fell on top of him.

"…ow…" Phil spoke after a few long seconds of silence fell between them.

"…Pffft," Dan chest heaved from the force of his laughter.

Both of their legs dangled awkwardly off the chair, Phil's mismatched socks still on, and Dan's chest pressed against Phil's face. He slid off of Phil, collapsing on the ground between him and his desk.

Phil scrambled off the chair and got on top of Dan.

Dan hummed when Phil crawled over him, knees scraping against the old carpet. "Wait," he said, pushing against Phil's shoulder.

Eventually Phil landed on his back again with Dan over him. His ass ground down against Phil's neglected cock, the pressure building back up his spine.

Phil's hands roamed as soon as they started making out again, landing on Dan's bare ass and squeezing it firmly.

Dan shuttered, moaning loudly into his mouth. "Fuck!" he spat, biting Phil's lip. He went to lead Phil's hands again, thighs spread farther apart and fingertips pressing close to his hole. Dan ate the questioning sound Phil let out, knowing he had felt something protruding where the puckered muscle should be. He smirked against his lips, "You said you read my assignment, so you know how long I've been fucking waiting for this."

Phil look up at him in disbelief. "When did you have time for that?"

"… Before the ceremony."

"Before?!"

Dan sat up on his knees, cock still incredibly hard and wet, dribbling over itself.

Phil hid his amusement at the juxtaposition between Dan's questioning expression and how flushed he was, choosing instead to press his hips just a little bit higher, fingers pressing down on the anal plug.

Dan almost collapsed in a shout, and at this point Phil was really getting sick of Ginuwine blocking him from hearing Dan.

S'okay. There's always next time.

Phil teased his fingers between the lip of plug's base and the skin below, barely pulling it up half an inch before shoving it back in. He kept playing with it, movements getting larger and more sloppy, Dan's hole squelching from the amount of lube he'd probably used.

Dan's mouth hung open, eyes rolling to the back of his head. He gripped onto Phil for dear life, and tried to stuttered out "I- I- I didn't wanna waste, Fuck… waste my t- time." His voice went up an octave, crying out, "M'Ph- fuck! Phil. PhilM'gonna—" before hot ropes of cum landed up Phil's chest and neck, and he wished he could've photographed how beautiful Dan looked. Haloed under the light above him, face melting into pure ecstasy as he came untouched.

It was the hottest thing Phil had ever seen. And it was so much better now that he could see Dan so clearly, could make out the minute details of how every muscle in his face pulled and twist and how his Adam's apple bobbed.

Dan seemed to be barely holding onto Phil. Shaking thighs, sweaty palms, and heaving chest.

Phil helped him through it, running his hands along his thighs and babbling about how hot that was.

"Ffffuck," Dan sputtered, "where's the condom?"

"Dan, it's okay. We don't have to do anything if you're tired."

"No," Dan lifted his head to stare Phil down. "Shut up. M'gonna ride you. Where's the…" His eyes refocus, and he looked over his shoulder to where their clothes were. On wobbly legs, he pushed himself off to crawl over to them. Phil stared as how his ass swayed the whole time, pretending to look at the ceiling when Dan crawled back.

Phil suppressed the noise he made as Dan wrapped his hand around his dick and pumped it a few times.

With the condom rolled on, Dan slowly sat just a few inches away from his dick. He stared down at him, eyes lingering on where he'd came over Phil. He sat up again, reaching back to slowly ease the plug out and threw it onto the floor, his soft cock twitching as it popped out. It felt like hours between then and when he finally took Phil into his hands again, adjusting him so that his tip breached past his rim, and wet heat began to swallow him.

He gripped bruises onto Dan hips as he slowly lowered and rocked himself down. Phil used all of the muscle strength he had left not to push up into it.

"Fuck, you're beautiful," Phil babbled, jaw clenching as Dan speared himself another few inches down.

"God, that… hah… t… yeah." Dan clawed at his chest, mouth warbling whatever pieces of syllables bubbled up to the surface.

He squeezed around Phil and he choked on his own spit in surprise.

"Dan," Phil panted.

Phil's mouth watered at how Dan's cock already started to hardened a bit more, a pleasant distraction for how Dan pulsed around him.

Eventually, Dan was fully seated, shifting and adjusting to Phil.

He squeezed around him again meanly, and Phil canted his hips up, a moan punched out of Dan.

Phil's back burned where it rubbed against the carpet, Dan bouncing on him with his cock bobbling like it had in the depths of his fantasies.

And when Phil shot inside of him, pumping Dan until he came again, dirtying both Phil and the floor below him, he fell onto his side. The both caught their breaths, the ringing in Phil's ears subsiding back into that fucking song. Again.

"…Dan?"

"Yeah?" He responded, barely awake.

Phil tied the condom off and slipped it in the trash under his desk.

"I'm going to throw your phone out the window when I find it."

Dan snorted sleepily, making grabby hands at him as he got up. "You can't leave already," he whined.

"Hold on." Phil grimaced at the dried cum still on him, and cringed at the thought of having to put on his clothes immediately. He swiped a handful of tissues over his body in an attempt to clean himself, and went to Dan to do the same.

He kissed the tip of his nose and Dan smiled, fluttering his eyes open. Phil threw away the tissues and tilted his head so he could give him a chaste kiss, a fingertip pushing the hair out of his eyes, before standing on his knees in search of the offending phone.

It was still tucked into Dan's pant pocket, and he let out a sigh of relief when the music finally stopped.

He crashed back beside Dan, phone still in his hands.

"Dan?"

"Mmm?" He reached out to pull Phil into his arms, and he draped himself over Dan, even if his chest was still tacky.

He listened to Dan's heart beat, wishing he could tattoo it to his eardrums.

"I really like you," he said instead.

"I know," Dan mumbled happily, pressing a lazy kiss to the top of Phil's head.

"And not just… because you're hot."

"I also knew that."

"Stop it." He sighed, fingers tracing circles on Dan's side. "I… like talking to you. You're smart, even if you don't think it. Strong, stubborn… you always hold your ground because there's this… this feeling I get when I talk to you. Like somehow, anything you say is true. Because it is. Because you always believe it. That's a rare thing, y'know."

Phil swallowed. "I'm going to miss you. Miss being around you this summer, but, um…" he shrugged limply, staring at the underside of his desk. "Did you want to go out sometime. Before you go back home?"

Dan ran a hand through Phil's hair, lightly massaging his scalp. "… If you put your number on my phone, I have until Saturday before I move out."

They stayed in each other's arms for some time longer, Phil typing his number onto Dan's phone.

And later, when Dan still looked positively wrecked as he threw his clothes and gown back on, Phil asked, "Dan? Aren't you going to take this?" And held out his ruby red plug wrapped in a few tissues.

Dan furrowed his brows, "Well, my parents are still on campus right now, soooo…" his face softened when he looked at Phil. "Take it as a souvenir."

"Dan, I can't take this."

Dan licked his teeth. "If you give me your panties, I'll say we're even."

Phil thought about it, and before he could rethink every life decision he'd made thus far, he undid his pants again.

Dan watched with wide eyes as Phil threw him his white briefs.

"Are we even now?"

He blinked owlishly at the fabric, and then a wide grin stretched across his face, brighter than the afternoon sun outside. "Y'know I didn't take you to be the type, man."

Phil frowned. "Again. Don't call me man if we're actually going out."

Dan paused, shoving Phil's underwear into a ball and in his pocket. "Then what should I call you?"

"Depending on how the date goes, I'll let you know."

Dan nodded smugly, hands back into his pockets as he walked towards the door. He turned around for a moment, locking eyes with Phil. Just gave him an uncharacteristically shy smile, and left.

A few minutes later, Phil's phone buzzed, and laughter bubbled out of him when he saw the messages.

UNKNOWN NUMBER

hey

i borrowed the janitors keys last night

speaker should be in the top right of your closet B)

so now that we're totally going out or whatever…

…

…send nudes ;)

Notes:

being so fr it was while writing this last scene that i JUST remembered magic mike came out in 2012 so i HAD to add pony by ginuwine because i was giggling my ass off at 2am at the mental image of them attempting a strip tease to it and then proceeding to fall off the desk chair BYEEE

ANYWAYS i hope all of you had just as much fun reading as i did with writing this :D <33333

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