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Dan’s on his fourth drink of the night when Phil’s brother drifts over to him.
"Doing alright there, Dan?” Martyn asks, voice mild as he drops into the chair across from him. The dining table feels oddly too big now, the room around it half-abandoned; most of the guests have spilled into the living room, laughter bleeding through in bursts.
Dan blinks, slow. Martyn is looking at him, and Dan watches the moment Martyn decides something’s wrong. His eyebrows knit, concern discernible in his eyes.
Somewhere behind Martyn, laughter rings out, bright and familiar, and Dan’s attention slips free like it’s been waiting for an excuse. His eyes snag on a blur of blond and he leans, just a little to the left, peering past Martyn’s shoulder.
Ah, there he is again.
Phil’s hair is a mess, like he’s been tugging at it all evening, pale strands sticking up at odd angles. He’s grinning, wide and open, the kind of grin that feels like it’s aimed at the whole room even when it isn’t. His eyes crinkle at the corners when he laughs, hands moving as he talks, animated and careless and alive.
Dan’s chest tightens around the feeling. He lets it, because everything’s a little loose tonight anyway.
“Dan?”
The sound of his name startles him; it feels louder than it should be. He turns back, blinking again, aware belatedly that he’s been staring.
Martyn’s shifted his chair closer without Dan noticing, one arm slung over the back of his chair. He follows Dan’s line of sight into the living room, then snorts softly when he turns back.
“Right,” he says, fond and knowing. “Maybe it’s time I take that off you, yeah?”
He reaches for Dan’s glass.
Panic blooms in Dan’s chest, small and sharp, and his body reacts before his brain catches up. He lunges forward, aiming to clutch the tumbler to himself, but his hand clips it instead.
The glass tips.
Dan watches it go in slow motion, the world narrowing to the wobble of liquid inside, the edge of the table looming closer and closer. His stomach drops with it, helpless.
A hand appears out of nowhere, closing around the glass before it can fall.
Martyn stands beside him, glass clutched in one hand. He must have moved again without Dan noticing. Dan's mind briefly entertains the thought that Martyn can teleport. Maybe the whole Lester family is gifted with superpowers, that would certainly explain Phil.
He cranes his neck again, and oh Phil's already looking at him.
"Want me to go get him for you?" Martyn asks, nudging Dan back against the chair. His mouth twitches, like he's holding back a smile. "If I leave you like this, I think you'll spend all night over here ogling him. Honestly Dan. That's my brother."
Dan swallows. His throat feels dry, and he realises he hasn't spoken aloud in a while. He opens his mouth, wanting to make it perfectly clear just how fine he is with the idea of sitting exactly where he is forever just looking at Phil (and maybe also touching him a little, God yeah) when he notices Phil rising from the couch, eyes fixed on him. He's smiling still, but it's directed at Dan now.
"And that's my cue to leave" Martyn says, before making off with Dan's glass. Thief.
When Dan turns back, Phil has already made his way over to him. Dan cranes his neck, Phil towering over him for once. He feels his mouth stretch into a smile, and rasps out his first word in a while.
"Phil."
"Hi you," Phil says, fond, carding his through Dan's hair. Dan closes his eyes. Yes, this please. "Just how much have you had to drink? Can't take my eyes off of you for even a minute can I, Bub?"
"Phil. You're... here" Dan reaches out with his left hand, grabs hold of Phil's jumper - the one with the stripes, blue, black and green. Dan's favorite for many reasons.
"What do you mean? You were the one who left me in the living room to wander off, have you forgotten?" Phil's teases.
Desperation claws at him out of nowhere, and he wraps both arms around Phil, pressing tight, burying his face in Phils abdomen. He hears a tiny squeak.
Dan shakes his head against Phils stomach. "No. You're here. With me, Phil, with me." A whine sneaks in, but Dan doesn't care. Can't, won't.
Phil's hands move to Dan's shoulders, tries to pull back. Dan holds on even tighter. Mine
"Easy there Dan, you're squeezing the life out of me," Phil laughs, surprised and so amused. Dan hears it reverberate, ear pressed against him. "Where would I even go, yeah. You've got me babe."
It's like a flick of a switch.
Dan's been simmering in the heat all night, muted but firmly present, and it boils over now, sudden and dizzying. His heart is rabbiting in his chest, and he can feel his dick plumping up against his thigh. He breaths Phil in again, then turns his head to look up at him, his man, chin planted in Phils stomach.
Phil's smiling (and God when is he not, really?), but it falters as his gaze drags over Dan's face. His eyes widen, mouth parting around a silent 'oh'.
Dan stares up into him, licking his lips. He wonders what Phil is seeing written all over him.
"Oh." Phil verbalises, and it's heavy with realisation. He pushes at Dan's shoulders with more urgency, but Dan doesn't want to let go, wants to be this close all the time.
"Dan, we are not alone" Dan blinks, looks around and realises Phil's right. They're in the kitchen, and while the number of people in the living room has dwindled, they're nowhere close to being alone. He feels the panic start to creep in, too sharp for his foggy mind.
Phils voice is a lifeline. "Hey, look at me. It's all right, just keep your eyes on me." His hands cup Dans cheeks, and Dan leans into rhe touch, lets it ground him to the present. Phil's thumbs run over his cheekbones in arcs, and cuts through his muddled panic cleanly.
"Let's get you up and we can go back to our room yeah? Back to our bed?"
Those words sink into Dan's chest, and suddenly everything else fades away. It's just Phil, the weight of hands, the warmth of his words, and fuck, but Dan burns for him.
Dan looks down, and the sight of the bulge in Phils pants makes him feel like all of his nerve endings have woken up at once, begging for more, more, more. More of this, more of anything that Phil will give him.
But wait, dining room. Right. Focus, Dan. But it's hard to do when all his thoughts feel so hazy.
He tries to jump up from his chair, only to have Phil stopping him. "Easy there Dan, you know better than to get up so quickly." His voice is calm, but Dan can hear the warning underneath. "Slow down, we have all night."
Dan grins, too wide, too eager. "Oh yeah? Is that a promise, Phil?"
He's standing now, leaning into Phil's arm. He's pulled in close, head coming to rest on Phils shoulder for a moment.
"Only if you listen to me. Come on, let's go upstairs."
They make their way up without encountering anyone, thankfully. Dan is leaning heavily on Phil by the rime yhey make it to the roo of the staircase. Phil draws ragged breath in after ragged breath against Dan's ear, and the sound of it is making Dan's head spin.
Phil leads him to the bed and Dan collapses onto it with a sigh. It's small for two men their size, but thecramped space is a blessing. All Dan wants is Phil, wants him close, constant, in any way he can get him.
Dan lays down, hands immediately making their way to his jeans. For a moment, he struggles with the button, before he looks up at Phil, pleading silently for help.
Phils eyes are half lidded, mouth open as he pulls in breath after breath, chest heaving. He walks just close enough to release the button on Dan's jeans.
Dan unzips, pulls his jeans and pants down his thighs in one go, hissing with relief when his dick pops free, and fuck he's so hard, so desperate that hes throbbing. He closes one hand around himself and squeezes, head falling back against the bed in relief.
Phil's hand comes down lightning quick, wrapping around his wrist tight. And however drunk, Dan knows exactly what Phil's touch means and he lets out a whine, low and desperate. His hips hitch with the desperate need to fuck upwards into his own fist.
There's no real force behind Phil's touch though, nothing that is physically stopping Dan from moving his hand and getting himself off. More suggestion than real restraint. Drunk or not, Dan could slip free without effort.
But his strength means nothing here. What pins him isnt flesh or force, its Phil's certainty, his authority that seeps into Dan's very being and tells him not to move. The hold is entirely imagined, and made all the more inextricable by it. Dans body could leave at any moment; his mind never does.
Phil pulls Dan's hand away from his cock, presses it into the mattress beside his head. He closes his eyes, resisting the urge to grip his dick again.
He feels a weight settle against his thighs and opens his eyes to the vision that is Phil sitting astride him. His arms are bracketing Dan's head and that's all the warning he gets before Phil rushes forward to kiss him.
And fuck, this is what they should have been doing the whole time. Why was Phil so far away from him anyway? This is where Dan belongs. Underneath Phil, over him, inside of him.
Phil doesn't give Dan any time to catch his breath, kisses Dan as if it was Phil sitting in the dining room watching him all night. He parts Dans lips with ease, sweeps inside with his tongue, drinking his fill.
Phil moans as he licks into Dan's mouth, sweet little hums. He grips Dans chin, before trailing his fingers over Dan's jaw, his cheek, his temple, before finally tangling in Dan's hair. He uses his hold to direct Dan's head as he wants.
Phil shudders, pulls back until their lips are barely touching. He bites gently on Dan’s lower lip, steadily increasing the pressure, then soothes over the hurt with the tip of tongue. He dips nack into Dans mouth with practiced ease, then rocks his hips.
Dan jolts, a feral sound flinging itself from his throat. His hands jump up to Phil's hips, moving back until he's cupping Phil's ass. He spreads his fingers wide, then squeezes.
Phil's moaning into their kiss and Dan, greedy as always, swallows every sound he makes. He moves his left hand back up to Phil's hip, tries to encourage him into grinding his clothed Erection against Dan's naked and leaking one.
Dan's other hand scrabbles up, sliding over Phil’s back before palming the side of his neck, trying to take control of the kiss. Phil's hand, quickly puts a stop to that, intertwining with Dan's hand before pulling both of them away from his neck.
He rolls his hips once more before breaking the kiss to sit back up. Gaze locked on Dan's, he pulls his own jumper swiftly over his head. His lips are swollen, wet with their spit.
Carefully, he gets rid of Dan's clothes, rolling his sweatshirt up until he can pull it off of him, then moving away to quickly remove Dan's jeans and pants where they were still around his knees.
Phil moves away and Dan hears the rustling of clothes. When Phil straddle him again, Dan feels the bare skin of Phil's inner thighs against his own.
Phil's hips rock, once, and Dan's own hips jerk in response.
Dan reaches up again, palming the back of Phil's neck, then pulls. Phil yelps as he falls forward onto Dan, hands scrabbling to catch himself against Dan's chest.
Dan quickly press his mouth to Phil's neck, pressing wet kisses wherever he can. He hears Phil laughs, hears as it breaks into a groan when Dan sinks his teeth in and sucks.
Dan doesn't let go until he feels certain it'll bruise. He presses his face back against the crook of Phil's neck, feels the rasp of his stubble against Dan's cheek.
"Phil," and Dan's pleading now, lips touching Phil’s skin with every word. "Sweetheart, Phil, please."
Dan watches a grin steal across Phil's face, spreading wide. There's a hand back in Dan's hair, and Phil strokes his head softly, rolling his hips all the while.
Dan loses himself in it, ogles at the way Phil moves his hips, looks at Phil's cock, ruddy and beading with fluid at the tip. He plants his hands back on Phil's hips, and Dan can almost trick himself into thinking he's inside of Phil.
There's a sharp tug on his hair, and Dan's attention moves back up to Phil's amused face.
"Tell me."
Dan blinks at him, and Phil laughs.
"What you need." Phil finishes, hips coming to a standstill. "Tell me exactly what you need."
"Wanna fuck you, Phil." Dan reaches behind Phil, dipping two fingers into his crease and pressing against his hole. Feels it clench against him in answer.
Dan's body is one long line of tension, heartbeat thundering in his ears as he thinks about fucking up into Phil, holding him still and filling him up, thinks about Phil crying on his cock from how much he loves it.
"Please, please I need it." Dan's never above begging, but at this moment he's so wound up with desperate need that he’s trembling with it. He meets Phil's eyes and hopes he can see it on Dan's face.
"I know, Dan, I know. Just lie back and I'll give it to you." Phil strokes a hand through Dan's damp curls, then let's go of him just long enough to locate the lube in the nightstand drawer.
Dan hears the click of the bottle being opened, then jumps when Phil wraps a hand around his cock, fingers deliciously slick. His grip is tight, and he jacks him off once, twice before stopping.
Dan groans, hips twitching up, fucking up into nothing. Phil leans closer, presses kisses onto Dan's lips, placating him.
"I saw you, you know." Phil says in between kisses, panting lightly. "I watched as one glass became two, three, four. I thought about walking over and putting a stop to it."
He's moaning between sentences, and Dan realises belatedly that Phil is fingering himself open for Dan. He feels lightheaded, so overcome as he reaches behind Phil, wanting to feel it.
"But I didn't. Do you wanna know, 𝘢𝘩 𝘧𝘶𝘤𝘬, do you wanna know why I didn't?" Dan runs a finger around Phil's hole, stretched wide around two of his own fingers. Carefully, he applies pressure until the tip of his index finger enters Phil.
"𝘋𝘢𝘯," Phil moans his name, voice high and reedy. "Fuck. I didn't stop you because I knew you'd be like this, 𝘢𝘩, I knew you'd be this desperate for me."
𝘞𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘢𝘮 𝘐 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩?
Phil let's out a breathless laugh and Dan wonders if he said it out loud. He'd been slowly rocking his finger into Phil, and now it's all the way in, encased in tight, wet heat.
Phil bats Dan's hand away, scrambles up with his knees bent, a hand reaching down to hold Dan's cock, slicking it up.
"Look at me."
Dan looks up, gaze snagging on ocean blue eyes. It feels like 2009 all over again.
Phil keeps his eyes locked on Dan's as he rocks forward once, Dan's cock catching against his hole. Before Dan can even think of moving, Phil's sinking down, down, down.
Hot warmth encases Dans dick and he groans out Phil's name, watching him as he take Dan's dick like he was made for it.
Phil's eyelids sag, then close entirely. His mouth is parted around a silent moan, head tilted back, eyebrows knitting together. He is a vision, and Dan feels like he's on the verge of delirium.
Phil's ass meets Dan's hips and stills, adjusting to the stretch. Dan's already halfway towards coming, and he bends his knees, digging his heels into the bed in an attempt to stave off his orgasm.
Phil clenches around him, then laughs as Dan swears, fingers digging into Phil's hips.
"Alright, Dan?", Phil teases but Dan doesn't respond, can't respond, too busy fighting the urge to shove Phil off of him and fuck him mute.
"I'm fine."
It's a lie. Dan feels hot, and sweaty and embarrassingly close to the edge, but also just so 𝘢𝘭𝘪𝘷𝘦. He laughs a sharp bark, feeling ecstatic and completely rooted to the present, Phil's weight on him an anchor.
Phil regards Dan silently, mouth tipping up on one side. "Yeah, you're good," Phil decides. He shifts, slides up a few inches then slams back down.
"𝘍𝘶𝘤𝘬," Dan hisses through his teeth.
Phil doesn't wait to move this time. He sets both hands on Dan's chest and rides him, setting a punishing rhythm. He pulls himself up Dan's cock, then sinks back down, hungry, ferocious.
Unable to help himself, Dan settles his weight on his shoulders and heels, and thrusts up into Phil on each upstroke.
Phil pants, slides one hand across Dan's chest to clutch his shoulder and dig his fingers in.
Dan focuses on those pinpoints of pain, works a hand between them and wraps it around Phil's cock, fisting it in a furious pace, watching as Phil tips his head back, panting at the ceiling.
"𝘗𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘦," Dan doesn't know what for, but he's begging all the same. His fist is still flying over Phil's cock, but Phil's still moving over Dan, gluttonous.
Dan’s fast approaching his orgasm when Phil stills, makes a low sound in the back of his throat, and spills white all over Dan's hand and his own chest. Dan makes an effort to stroke me through it, but Phil's ass is clenching rhythmically around him, and with a growl he thrusts up, driving his cock into Phil’s ass again and again until he tips over the edge too.
His orgasm is white hot, almost unbearably intense, spiraling higher and higher and leaving Dan breathless, making him feel like he's floating.
He's gasping for air when he comes to, arms wrapped around Phil who is pressed tight to his chest. All he wants to do is lay here, Phil's skin against his, basking in the satisfaction of an incredible orgasm.
Phil slowly gets up, trying to untangle himself from Dan's arms.
"Noooo, Phil come back" Dan whines, drunk on alcohol, drunk on Phil. He tries to keep his eyes open, but lids are so heavy that it's a losing battle.
"Not going anywhere. Just gonna clean us up, yeah?" Phil kisses Dan on the forehead as he gets up from the bed.
By the time he returns, Dan is already asleep.
-
It's still dark when Dan wakes up, the sun just beginning to rise on the horizon. As Dan slowly comes to, the pounding in his head starts making itself known, and he groans.
He picks himself up into an upright position, back against the bedframe, and looks around. To his right, there's a bottle of water and a pill waiting for him on the nightstand, and Dan gratefully swallows it down.
To his left, Phil's still fast asleep, blond hair peaking out of his bed covers. Something soft bubbles up inside Dan, swimming around behind his ribcage.
Slowly, he gets up, and makes his way to the bathroom. When he comes back, shivering from the cold, Phil's exactly where Dan left him. He gets underneath the covers with Phil, making sure to cover both of them completely.
Dan watches Phil as he sleeps, and smiles to himself. He's so warm here, pressed skin to skin with Phil, cocooned away on their bed.
His head is still throbbing away, but Dan's satisfaction and content are deep, blooming in his veins, making him feel light as a cloud.
Absently, Dan's hand comes up to play with Phil's feather soft hair. Phil stirs.
Dan stills his hand, stays frozen until Phil's breathing evens out, then he slowly relaxes again.
In a few hours, the house will come alive again, bustling with activity.
Until then, Dan is perfectly content to stay in bed with the man he loves more than life itself.