Work Text:
Drunk Dan just did something for Phil. Drunk Dan is ruder, hornier, sappier. Really, he’s just Dan without any filter. That’s the issue, Dan without a filter is just so… Dan. And Dan always makes Phil feel lighter. He’s just so cute. Super cute, super duper cute, cute, cute, cute cute…
Phil takes another sip of his cocktail and blegh. He didn’t remember ordering a spicy drink. He hates spicy drinks.
“Listen bitch, get your own drink.” Dan snatches the whiskey glass out of Phil's hand.
Phil looks, swinging around in his swivel stool. The bar spins and blurs a little. He sees a margarita glass to his non-Dan side that's mostly ice now. He giggles a little bit - just because it's fun to laugh sometimes. “Hmm, where could it have gone?”
Dan laughs with him, too loud and too long for Phil’s lost drink but Dan’s laugh makes Phil giggle more and lean a little bit into him. Dan is warm and large and his fluffy black fleece dampens the light and sound of the bar they’re in. It makes Phil feel like he’s in a cocoon. A little Dan and Phil bubble. The phubble.
Phil looks up at Dan through his lashes and slightly overgrown blond fringe. He thinks Dan has been talking but Phil’s on his third or maybe fourth drink and Dan's voice starts to get mushy. His face is animated and his mouth is moving faster than Phil can really keep up with. Dan has a light flush, and his lips look a little dry and red, from the chili peppers or just the winter air, Phil doesn’t know. It’s hard to pick out the voices from the music from the clinks of glasses and spoons and knives. The whole room feels a little removed from Phil. Or Phil just feels a little more stuck in his brain.
He reaches over for his glass and pokes his finger in the ice. It’s cold which feels a bit nice and a bit unpleasant. There’s liquid at the bottom. It's sticky and goopy. Phil pinches the syrup between his thumb and a finger. He holds it up to Dan and swipes it over Dan’s upper lip and into his mouth.
Dan sputters and grabs Phil's wrist, pulling his fingers away. “PHIL!! You nasty cunt! What are you doing just shoving your fingers in my mouth -”
“Fingers in your mouth," Phil parrots.
“Ugh, my face is all sticky!” Dan mutters as he runs a napkin over his lips.
I can make your face sticky, Phil thinks and he brings up memories of Dan looking up at him, hair frizzy, eyes glassy, lips swollen and red, with white strings of cum dripping on his chin and neck.
Phil takes more syrup from the bottom of his glass, now on his first two fingers and runs his tongue along them. He glances at Dan, just to make sure he’s looking, and sucks his fingers into his mouth. Dan chokes a little on his gross cocktail. He clears his throat and pain-filled tears spring out of his eyes. Dan looks around the bar and tries to catch the waiter's attention.
Phil bites his lip to keep from smiling, and a warmth hums in his lower stomach. Dan is so easy, he thinks. Phil spins in his seat once more and looks up. The spotted ceiling tiles disorient him for a second and he has a small worry that he won't be able to make it out to the street.
“I’mma gonna go piss.” Phil says; he gets up steady enough and maps his way to the loo. He doesn’t have to pee that bad but the ritual of pissing and washing his hands and double, triple checking that he's zipped his trousers back up helps mentally prepare him to be in motion again.
When he gets back to their table, the glasses are cleared and Dan is standing with Phil's puffy jacket wrapped over his arm.
Phil gets an unreasonable amount of giddiness. He knows it's a small thing, but these are the things that make Phil feel cared for. Dan waiting for him, talking to the waiter, gathering their things.
They wait in the lobby for their uber. The cold seeps through the glass doors and Phil shuffles a little to get some heat back. Phil thinks about penguins waddling together against a blizzard and then he thinks about gay penguins adopting a rock and then he thinks about Benedict Cumberbatch. Pain-gwin. Penguin. Peeeenn-gwings.
“Do you think penguins are the gayest?” Phil asks.
Dan doesn’t look up from his phone, “I mean tigers are pretty zesty.”
“Flamingos?”
“Yeah, hundred percent.” Dan’s phone dings, “Car’s here.”
The ride back is cozy. Dan is close, with his shoulder and leg pressed up against Phil’s. Phil really wants to lean his head over. It’s too heavy for his neck and it would be really nice to be in Dan's shoulder, to smell him and feel him. However, years and years of not doing that and it feels impossible. Instead, Phil knocks his knee against Dans, once for luck and twice just to annoy him.
Their home comes faster than Phil expects, he thinks he must have snoozed because his neck is a little sore and as he gets out his back goes pop, pop, pop.
His steps up to their door are heavy. Phil rubs the sleep out of his eyes and sneaks out a yawn. Coming into their home, kicking off his shoes, putting his wallet and keys on the table in the entry way, walking up the stairs to their kitchen was more autopilot than thought. He hears Dan following behind him until Dan crowds him against the kitchen counter.
Dan breathes on his neck and his lips brush lightly against Phil's skin.
“You fucking tease,” Dan sounds rough and a little breathy. “All night with your slutty collarbones out. I just about followed you into that restaurant bathroom.”
His chest softly pushes Phil’s waist into the countertop. His weight forces Phil to bend slightly and his big hands pull Phil’s hips back. Phil groans quietly, enjoying the half-hard cock slowly rutting into his ass. Dan’s hands gently skirt up into Phil’s shirt, petting his sternum.
A trail of barely there kisses from the neckline of his dress shirt to his hairline. Phil turns his head letting Dan’s lips brush his cheek and finally, finally meeting Phil’s in an open mouth kiss. Phil captures Dan’s bottom lip and sucks lightly.
Phil pulls back suddenly. His breath is hot, like spicy hot!
“Dan! No! Go brush your teeth.”
Dan laughs and licks a stripe up Phil's cheek. Phil shrieks and pushes Dan's face away. His skin slightly tingling where Dan’s saliva is still wet on his cheekbone.
“What?” Dan says as he steps back and brings his hands up to ward off Phil's weak, playful slaps. “Can’t take the heat? Little stinky baby Philly.”
“You better go rinse your mouth out or you're not sucking my dick.” Phil says sternly; no-mouth-stuff-after-spicy-food was a lesson Phil only needed to learn once. Dan sticks his tongue out but finally starts walking towards their bedroom. “And wash your hands too.”
Phil gets a glass of water and takes it to the bedroom, setting it down next to three other half-filled water glasses. He really needs to bring them back to the kitchen. He can hear the sink going and starts unbuttoning his shirt. He pulls his phone out of his pocket and glances at the time; it’s past midnight now. Phil yawns a little again and goes to unzip his trousers.
“Leave some for me,” Dan says coming out of the bathroom.
He has already stripped out of his outer clothes and is standing in only red boxers. He’s long and pretty and stalking towards Phil like he’s something to eat. Dan’s brown eyes, heavy and set on him.
Phil opens his arms to invite the pampering. Dan takes to the task with single minded focus, undoing the last couple buttons and sliding it off. He lowers himself to his knees and works more slowly on his trousers, rubbing circles into Phil’s hips with his thumbs and cupping where Phil’s ass and thighs meet.
His shirt, trousers, and pants all end up thrown in a pile by the bathroom door and Phil knows he’ll have to clean them up tomorrow. For now, Dan’s hands are cupping his bare cheeks, squeezing and kneading. His mouth is huffing centimeters from Phil’s hard length. He twitches as Dan’s tongue quickly darts out and licks a bead of precum off his flushed tip. It happened too fast to really feel anything but the visual of Dan leaning forward, pupils eclipsing all color of his eyes, licking his lips like it was his treat pulls a whimper out of Phil.
Phil sits down on the edge of the bed, letting his legs widen. Leaning back on his arms, elongating his neck, and widening his shoulders. He knows Dan appreciates the view and he gets that proof as Dan’s hands push Phil’s legs further apart.
Dan gives a guttural moan and rests his head on Phil’s thigh. His hands trail into Phil, purposefully too light.
“Daniel…” Phil warns and closes his legs around Dan’s head and hands. “Don’t tickle me.”
Dan bites down hard on Phil’s soft inner flesh. He hisses and releases Dan from his thigh prison. Dan presses his fingers into the bite mark. Phil’s skin is hot and red, and he knows it’ll be sore and bruised in the morning, “You’re a menace tonight.”
Dan looks up at Phil, “Are you gonna punish me?”
This is an invitation for play, if Phil wants. But Phil is tired and not in the headspace for anything kinky. So, he gently brings his hand to cup Dan’s jaw and thumbs along his bottom lip.
“I just want to make you happy, Dan.”
Dan closes his eyes and Phil can see him struggle with the sentimentality, to not scold him or deny him or make it a joke. He kisses Phil's thumb.
“You’ve always made me happy.” Dan is quiet and his voice sounds wobbly.
Phil takes pity on him and pulls Dan’s face towards his lap. Dan accepts the out and brings full attention back to his cock. One of his hands skim against Phil’s balls and press into the sensitive skin of his taint, rubbing small circles and the other wraps around the base of his shaft. Phil leans back again and enjoys the attention.
Dan gives small kitten licks to his tip and swirls his tongue around once before sucking him fully into his mouth, taking Phil almost to the hilt. Phil moans and tips his head back, closing his eyes. The wet heat is so good, and Dan’s lips create a tight pressure that drags up his cock until Phil hits the soft flesh at the back of his throat.
Dan sets a pace that’s slow but not teasing. Enough that it’s not straining for Dan and he rolls and pulls gently on Phil’s testicles and strokes up on his dick to meet his mouth. Phil feels the tension build up in his lower stomach. He looks back down at Dan and their eyes meet. Dan’s eyelids are low and his eyes are soft and covered with his lashes. His mouth is stretched and shimmering with spit and precum.
“You’re so pretty on my cock,” Phil tells him, “So cute tonight,” he wants to say more but Dan reaches up to tightly pinch his nipple, and a breathy gasp is all Phil can let out.
Phil gently rocks into Dan’s mouth. Dan stills to let Phil take over. Phil grabs Dan by his hair and rocks fast and hard into his slackening mouth. Dan sucks as much as he can but Phil is almost there and is moving too much to get a good seal. He doesn’t need it though, just the wet heat of Dan’s cheeks and tongue and constantly hitting the soft tissue of Dan's throat takes him over the edge. Phil clenches and spills into Dan’s mouth. Dan swallows and sucks until Phil whines and pushes him off.
Dan raises up to kiss Phil. He tastes the musk and saltiness of his own cum. Dan crawls up on Phil’s lap and Phil gets his hand on Dan’s cock through the cotton of his boxers. He strokes a couple times and then snaps the elastic band.
“Off,” Phil says and leans back as Dan shuffles his pants down to the ground.
Phil guides him to lay on the pillows. He starts with his mouth and gives small pecks down his chin and jaw and to the soft skin on his neck.
“Uhhh, so good,” Dan moans and grips Phil by his waist, digging his fingers in and grinding his dick up to Phil's thigh. Phil shifts his leg to better press against Dan’s erection. Dan’s breath comes out short and he gives half-aborted praise and if Phil was younger, he could probably get hard again just from that.
Once Phil is satisfied, he moves lower to press open mouth kisses to Dan’s nipples. He has to pull his leg away from Dan to bend himself down but Phil grasps his cock and strokes him slowly.
When he gets to Dan’s stomach, he buries his face in the skin there and breathes him in. Dan is warm and soft. He’s honestly Phil’s favorite person. Sometimes Phil wants to pause these moments forever. He's reminded of a few years ago where the only place he truly felt secure was in these quiet nights wrapped around Dan.
Dan pushs Phil down by his head and Phil goes willingly. Knowing Dan’s waited so patiently, he gets to work. He doesn’t even tease, just takes Dan’s cock as far back as he can, hallowing his cheeks and bobbing his head steadily. He takes a deep breath in through his nose and sinks down past his uvula.
He lets his throat spasm, but not enough to actually gag. A small moan and the hand tightening on his hair, lets him know it’s appreciated.
Phil loses himself in the motion of it. The strain of his stomach and thighs as he holds himself up, the taste of Dan, sharp and salty and sweetened by Phil’s saliva. The burn of his throat. He swallows around Dan and hears a noise from Dan that's decidedly... not sexy.
Phil opens his eyes and looks up. He finds Dan’s face slack and off to the side, a small snort escaping. His hands still rest in Phil’s hair, but loosely. He pops the dick out his mouth and laughs.
“Dan?” Phil paws at his tummy. Dan softly inhales and blinks his eyes open. “Am I putting you to sleep?”
“What?! No, no, sorry,” Dan mumbles, already pushing his head back into the pillows, “It’s been a long day, is all.”
“Mmmhmm.” Phil smiles and notices Dan going soft beneath him. “Danny, let's rest okay? I’ll get you back later.”
He makes Dan get underneath the comforter and pauses at the side of the bed to look. Dan is already turning on his side and cuddling a loose pillow up close to his chest. Phil doesn't quite understand why but it makes him want to cry. He's here, he's always going to be here, Phil thinks.
He goes to brush his teeth and take his contacts out. His eyes feel so dry and, as soon as he’s got them out, heavy.
He yawns widely, gets his pajama bottoms on, and crawls in to cradle Dan. It’s cold in the room but Dan runs hot and so Phil crowds into him, folding his arms into the space between them. He pulls the comforter over both of them and falls asleep to a dark room and the sound of the little whistly breaths of Dan.
He wakes up to hands turning him over and gives out a grunt. Phil snuggles his ass against Dan’s already hard cock. The room has a grey wash and the air is freezing. Phil pulls the comforter back over both of them. He reaches behind himself to squeeze Dan’s hip. I’m awake, I want you. He tries to convey.
Dan shuffles Phil’s bottoms down his legs and rubs his cock in between Phil’s cheeks. Phil feels some movement of the blanket and almost complains about the cold again, but Dan comes back and gets the blanket back on them. A click of a cap has Phil’s brain break out of the sleep sludge.
“Dan,” He fusses, “I’ve not cleaned.”
“Shh, it’s okay,” Dan says, “I’ve got you.” And kisses his neck and shoulders and upper back, sucking lightly around the tip of his shoulder.
Dan pushes his knee in to spread Phil’s legs, and a wet finger rubs slow circles on his hole. Phil lets himself relax back into his dozing state. Dan is surprisingly quiet, his mouth occupied, and pumps just one finger lightly in. Dan finds his prostate quickly and gives it a gentle fingering. It feels like fullness and just so good and…
“Uhhh,” Phil grips the sheets.
Another finger pumps in and Dan does light circles before stretching him. He pulls in and out lazily. Slow enough that Phil can feel each drag. God, Dan has big fingers. Phil lets his own hand drift towards his cock and only really holds himself.
Dan goes about it without much preamble, widening him with utilitarian focus so it only takes a moment or two before Dan slips his fingers out and spurts some more lube into his hand. Dan pushes Phil a little more to the side and lines up the head of his cock. He nestles at Phil’s ring of muscles, suckling at freckles on Phil’s back and rocking infinitesimally into him.
Phil gets a little annoyed at that, now feeling under stimulated and empty. He bumps back against Dan’s cock. The intrusion of it goes past his sphincter muscles and rubs the head into his prostate. Dan gets the message and sinks slowly into Phil. There’s a stinging burn, which probably means they should have prepped a little longer, but that quickly gives way to lightning and stars and friction of the best kind.
His hole is stretched wide and Dan's cock is dragging deliciously against that bundle of nerves. He pulls almost all the way out, reapplies a small amount of lube and pushes back in smoothly; the wet sound of fresh lube adding to ambiance of huffs and moans and the shuffling of sheets. His hand caresses Phils thigh and brushes the bruised mark from last night. It ignites an aching that mixes perfectly with Phil's pleasure.
“Right there,” Phil encourages, “Don’t stop, don’t - uh,”
Phil grips himself harder and tries to prop himself up to get a better rhythm going. Dan pulls Phil’s leg up and over Dan's own, spreading him wide and creating a tightening in his stomach and hip joints. He bats Phil’s hand away and wraps a lubed hand on him, using his own thrusts to pump Phil into Dan’s hand. Phil scratches behind him to get any purchase on Dan as his orgasm builds and he lets euphoria fry his brain of all thoughts.
Dan twists his hand and buries himself in Phil and Phil tenses. His dick spasms and Dan cups around and tries to catch what he can. Phil just groans and lets his whole body relax.
And then he’s getting turned onto his stomach and Dan is wiping his hand on Phil's back, (“Ugh, Dan!”) and drilling into his still fluttering hole, until Dan stills above him and keens and pulls out as he spills all over Phil’s ass cheeks.
Phil drifts back into sleep. He wakes up slightly when Dan comes back with a warm wet cloth and wipes his back and buttocks.
“The sheets okay?” Phil asks.
“Yeah, no mess.” And Dan scoots back to his side and rubs his lower back. He kisses Phil ear, “love you, bub.”
“Love you,” Phil mumbles and even though he doesn't plan to get out of bed until late morning, he still asks, "Coffee?"
find me on Tumblr @moonlitmarshes where I am working on more art and sometimes have thoughts <3