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The Golden Pig is a nice enough ship; it's not one of those huge cruise liners that hold thousands of people, but it's smaller and more intimate and Dan actually feels like he has made more connections on this trip than he would have on the more typical Royal Caribbean cruise he usually works on.
And yet, despite being friendlier with his fellow crew members on this voyage, Dan can't help but sequester himself to a corner during the post-cruise after party for the crew now that all of the passengers have disembarked. He's feeling a little shy, and maybe a little uncharacteristically bummed at the end of his contract, and instead of taking advantage of his last night on the boat, he's moping and nursing his third drink by himself.
Classic Dan Howell.
"What are you doing over here, Danny boy?" It's the cruise director, Phil, who sidles up to him with a tipsy slur in his words. Of course it has to be Phil, the person he wants to see the least and the most at the same time.
Dan's not very good at goodbyes, and he wants nothing less than to have to say goodbye to Phil who he has spent so much time getting to know on this boat.
Dan shrugs in response to Phil's question without looking him in the eyes. "I'm just not much of a party person."
Phil pouts and Dan is overwhelmed with the urge to kiss the expression off his face. "Too many people?" Phil asks and he knocks his bare shoulder into Dan's. Dan nods, and Phil continues, "I have some drinks in my quarters. We could make it a two-man party and really have some fun." Phil's voice in low and flirty and Dan's heart jumps into his throat.
They've been dancing around their attraction for each other for the entire length of the month-long cruise. Dan had assumed that Phil wasn't prepared to act on it, and Dan had been fine with that, really. He likes Phil a lot anyway; he wouldn't want this to be just a quick hookup; he thinks Phil feels the same, and they both know Dan is leaving in the morning.
But maybe Phil changed his mind, and in his tipsy state, Dan will take what he can get, whatever Phil deigns to give him.
Dan follows Phil to his room eagerly. Phil is one of the lucky crew members who has his own room, mostly just due to his high status as cruise director. It's still a tiny room; all of them are. There's a twin size bed tucked against the wall, a closet full of carbon copies of the same uniform the both of them are currently wearing, a small bathroom, and a mini-fridge from which Phil pulls out a cheap bottle of vodka with a winning smile.
"Do you have glasses?" Dan asks as Phil twists the bottle open.
"Nope," Phil says, popping the 'p' on his lips before he takes a swig of vodka straight from the bottle. Dan watches entranced at the long line of Phil's neck as his throat bobs. When Phil lowers the bottle, he winces at the sharp taste of the alcohol and sticks his tongue out in disgust. "Yuck."
"That's a promising reaction," Dan says, but he takes the bottle when it's handed to him and gulps down the burning liquid like a champ. Dan sets the bottle on the small table next to the bed, and when he looks up Phil is suddenly right in front of him. "Oh," Dan breathes as he takes in the intensity of Phil's gaze. "Hello, there."
"Hi," Phil says, his breath ghosting across Dan's face. Dan sways on his feet a little, the alcohol is definitely getting to him. Phil reaches up to cup Dan's face in his hand, caressing his cheek gently. "You're so pretty." And then Dan is being kissed.
It's a little bit uncoordinated, both of them less tipsy and maybe leaning more toward drunk than Dan had thought. Phil's mouth is soft, wet, and demanding, and Dan feels like he might be in love. Phil pushes at Dan, backing him up until the back of his knees collide with the bed, then he guides Dan down onto the bed, settling on top of him, all without breaking the kiss. It's quite smooth and it makes Dan's head spin as Phil presses him bodily into the mattress.
Phil moves his hand from Dan's face, sliding around the back of his head to settle fingers deep in the hair that curls at the nape of Dan's neck. Dan shudders as Phil twists his fingers in his hair and tugs, pulling Dan's a high moan from Dan's throat.
Dan clutches at Phil's shoulders, more than happy to let Phil take the lead, happy to give himself over to him. Phil moves away from Dan's lips, dipping down to mouth at Dan's bare shoulder as his free hand works its way under the hem of Dan's tank top. Dan is so achingly hard it's hard to think. He rolls his hips up to find Phil's similarly affected and the knowledge of Dan's power over Phil makes him a little dizzy.
"You know I've always liked you, Phil," Dan says, the words slurred and gasped out as Phil runs a warm hand up his stomach. "You know." He whines when Phil gets his fingers on one of Dan's nipples and rolls it between his thumb and forefinger. "Since the day we met."
It's a truth that's more vulnerable than Dan would allow if he were sober, but it's a truth nonetheless, and it gets Phil to lift his face, to look at Dan in the eyes, a soft and beautiful expression on his face.
"Me too," Phil says softly. He pets at Dan's hair, and Dan can't help but lean into the touch. "Since the day we met," Phil echoes, then he sits back on his heels and pulls his tank top off, revealing an expanse of perfect, freckled skin to Dan who immediately has to get his hands on Phil's hips, taking the opportunity to feel him up.
Phil bats Dan's hands away so he can work his shorts off. Dan gets the picture and starts disrobing himself too, wiggling out of his clothes until they're both naked and pressed against each other so deliciously.
"How do you want to do this?" Phil asks, a little bit breathless. Dan can't resist pulling him down into another sloppy kiss, sucking Phil's bottom lip between his teeth and biting down, relishing in the deep groan from Phil. Phil breaks the kiss, but Dan doesn't let him go easily, letting his teeth drag on Phil's lip as he pulls himself free.
"Do you have lube?" Dan asks, and Phil nods. He digs into the drawer in the bedside table and shows off his lube happily. Dan grins at him, then asks, "Fuck me?" He spreads his legs so Phil can settle in between them.
"Yeah," Phil says, taking Dan's leg and draping it over his shoulder to expose Dan even more. "Yeah, I can do that." Phil doesn't waste any more time; he slicks up his fingers and presses two against Dan's hole, teasing for just a moment before pushing them inside.
Dan groans at the feeling and his body takes Phil's fingers easily. Phil fucks his fingers into him, brushing against Dan's prostate with each thrust, and it's not long before Dan is a whining, writhing mess beneath him.
"Please," Dan says, his voice high and desperate. "Fuck me, please."
"Okay," Phil says as he pulls his fingers free. He slicks up his cock with short, quick strokes. "I've got you." And then the head of Phil's cock is nudging at Dan's hole. Phil leans over Dan, folding Dan's body almost in half so he can capture Dan's mouth in a kiss as he pushes inside, sinking his cock into Dan and swallowing Dan's moans into his throat.
Phil is quite big and he fills Dan so, so well. Dan digs his fingers into Phil's shoulders and throws his head back as Phil bottoms out. Phil doesn't give him a chance to adjust before he starts moving in shallow thrusts, rocking Dan's body against the bed as Dan clings to him for dear life.
Phil's movements steadily get bolder, with longer, deeper thrusts that make Dan see stars beneath his eyelids. The room is full of damp heat and moans and the slick sound of sex as Phil fucks Dan into the mattress. With a particularly deep thrust, Dan keens and digs his fingernails into Phil's skin in a way that's sure to leave a mark. The thought just makes Dan dig in deeper, wanting to give Phil something to remember him by after Dan moves on to a different ship in the morning.
Phil wraps a hand around Dan's cock, and Dan arches into the touch, his back bowing off the bed, chasing more of that feeling. Phil stokes him in time with his own thrusts, which are turning short and erratic, clearly approaching orgasm. Dan wraps his other leg around Phil's waist, reeling him in close, needing more, more, more of Phil.
Dan comes first with a cry that echoes off the walls of the room, and he's glad that everyone else is probably still partying above deck because surely there would be noise complaints otherwise. Phil finishes moments later, as Dan is shaking through the aftershocks of his own orgasm, thrusting deep inside of Dan and coming with a long moan.
The bed isn't really big enough to cuddle properly, but Phil pulls Dan into his arms anyway, his back to Phil's chest, Phil's head tucked into the crook of Dan's neck. They lay together for a long time, content to hold each other close.
"I really do," Dan says softly into the quiet room when he's relatively sure that Phil is asleep, his breathing deep and even on Dan's neck. "I like you so much."
"Me too." Phil's voice startles him enough that Dan almost falls off the bed — he would have if Phil weren't clinging to him like a koala. Phil links their fingers together, pulling Dan impossibly closer until it's hard to tell where Dan ends and Phil begins. "You should stay," Phil says, a soft pleading note in his voice that makes Dan's chest ache.
Dan doesn't usually stay on one ship for longer than a month or so. He doesn't like commitment; doesn't want to be tied down. That's why he's a sailor in the first place. But something about Phil makes him want to take that leap.
Maybe it wouldn't be so bad to stay for a little while longer.
Dan squeezes Phil's fingers. "Okay," he says, his voice barely a whisper. "I'll stay."
And the words feel like forever. It doesn't scare him as much as it used to.