Could you write a teacher!Phil and teen!Dan at where dan gets dared to fuck the first teacher he sees and Phil is that teacher????? Please I need this in my life

// cockwarmer dan hc pls

“Do it.”

“Fuck you.”

“Do it.” 

“And why the fuck would I want to do that?”

Chris snorted. “You talk a big game, Howell, wonder what everyone’s gonna think when you can’t follow through.”

Dan groaned and rolled his eyes. “Fuck you,” he reiterated before his will full crumbled. “Fine! Fine, fine, fucking fine, I’ll do it.” By ‘it’ he meant a teacher, as per Chris’ dare.

“How am I doing this? The first one I see, first one I can, what?”

“First one you see, I like that,” Chris said with a dark smile. Dan just flipped him off.

“And just because I can’t possibly say it enough, fuck you for getting me into this.”

“Fuck you for letting yourself be riled up so easily.”

Dan just stuck his tongue out. “Come on, we have to get to– of fuck, we have econ,” he groaned, kicking a pebble down the sidewalk as he started to walk. “Dr. Heath is like fucking old, dude, plus she’s married.”

“First one you see, we agreed,” Chris said with a self-satisfied smirk. Dan glared at him.

“Fuck you.”

“Again, Howell, that’s not really the plan here.”

There weren’t any teachers on their trek across campus, and Dan was actively looking for one.

“Guess who’s gonna be getting some cougar snatch,” Chris teased as he pushed open the door, walking in with his back to the classroom. Dan flipped him off again, dropping his backpack by his chair and putting his head down on the desk.

“I’m very sorry.” A young, well- but sloppily-dressed man exclaimed, hurrying into the room five minutes after nine with a handful of files under his arm and a sheepish smile. “It’s my first day, and I had my campus map turned upside down when I got out of my car.” The class tittered, and Dan looked up. The man was attractive, no doubt, in the angular, refined, high-brow kind of way that made Dan weak at his knees, but he had an edge of childish playfulness and intellectual nonchalance that made him personable enough.

“Terribly sorry,” the man said, setting his things down on the desk at the front of the room and pushing his glasses up his nose. “I don’t think I’ve introduced myself. My name is Phil Lester, I’m a post-grad student of post-modern economics, and I’ll be filling in for Dr. Heath for the rest of the foreseeable future.”

Dan caught Chris’ eye from across the room and winked. The entire room stared as Chris tried to turn his cackling laughter into a believable coughing fit.

Dan spent the entire lesson making eyes at Mr. Lester, slouching low in his seat and playing with pens in his mouth whenever he was sure Phil was watching. Every single time, Phil turned away, slightly flushed, and stumbled over his next point. Score. Dan had this one as good as done – pun not intended.

Mr. Lester wrapped up the last few points he needed to make, dismissing the class with a glance to the clock and a wave of his hand. Dan started packing his things up, intentionally leaning over the table with his ass to the front of the room in order to pick up a pen he “accidentally” dropped.

“Dan, was it?” Phil asked, and Dan looked up.

“Yes, sir?” he asked, all hooded eyes and pouting mouth. Phil waved his hand. 

“Please, none of that ‘sir’ business. It makes me feel like my father, honestly.”

Dan nodded, but he didn’t stop his open-mouthed staring. Phil waved goodbye to the last students to leave the room, following them and pushing the door shut. He sauntered back to his desk, beginning to pack up his own things into a patch-adorned messenger back. Dan shifted his weight, suddenly uneasy.

“So what is it,” Phil started conversationally. Dan blinked.

“Excuse me?”

Phil turned around, crossing his arms and leaning back against his own desk.

“What is it, Daniel? A bet? A dare? Daddy issues? Fucked-up self-worth?” He took a step forward, and Dan instinctually took a step back. “Why,” Phil continued, his tone as light as it had ever been, “are you making bedroom eyes at me from the back of the classroom, hmm?”

Dan paled, then flushed at having been figured out so easily.

“I-it was a dare,” he stuttered, the unquestionable authority in Phil’s voice making him tack on a breathy “sir.”

“Mmm.” Phil hummed. clearly unimpressed. Dan licked his lips. “What and why were you dared?”

“To, uh, to–”

“Don’t mince words, please, my patience is thin as it is.”

Dan cleared his throat. “To fuck the first teacher I saw, sir, because I was bragging about sleeping with my piano teacher and my friends wanted to put me in my place.”

“And are you a boy who likes being put in his place?” Phil asked, one finger reaching to tip Dan’s chin up. Dan gulped.

“Um?”

“I would appreciate a straight answer, don’t make this a waste of my time.”

“Y-yes?”

“Yes what? Is that a question or a statement?”

“Y-yes sir?” Dan tried. Phil cocked one eyebrow.

“Yes I l-like being put in my place, sir,” Dan breathed out, flinching when Phil raised his other hand. Phil pressed his fingertips to Dan’s temple, smoothing his hair out of his face.

“Good,” Phil muttered, leaning in and pressing a quick, fleeting kiss on Dan’s lips. He stepped back, and suddenly Dan felt very cold in all of the places Phil’s hands used to be.

“Here’s my address,” Phil said, scribbling something on a piece of paper and pressing it into Dan’s hand. “Be there at six sharp. If you don’t show, well–” He shouldered his bag– “then this won’t have happened. Are we clear?” Dan nodded, still mostly dumbfounded.

“Good boy,” Phil breathed, letting a fond smile tug at his lips for a fraction of a second before he vanished out of the door.

Dan clutched the slip of paper in his fist and pressed one trembling fingertip to his lips, still tasting cinnamon gum and over-sugared coffee, smelling pine-sap cologne and mint-sharp shampoo. He giggled to himself, which eventually turned into a full-blown cackle, his hands bracing him on the table as he wheezed with it.

“Where the fuck are you going?” Chris asked at five forty-three, watching Dan traipse through the common room in one boot, a striped, boat-necked shirt and the tightest pants he owned.

“Getting laid,” Dan shot back, shoving his foot into his boot. “And fulfilling a dare!”

The half-dozen other people in the room stared as Chris fell out of his chair in surprise and stayed on the floor because he was laughing too hard to stand up.

“Peej,” he wheezed into the phone as soon as he managed to wrestle it from his back pocket. “He’s doing it. What a fucking legend, Dan Howell is doing it.”

Dan arrived at the specified address at five fifty-nine, waiting until his phone his six exactly before knocking once, tentatively, and again, slightly louder. Phil opened the door, still in the same tight jeans and slouchy cardigan as before, when he taught. He grinned to himself and ushered Dan inside.

“Good boy,” he said, raking his eyes appreciatively over Dan’s figure. Dan was caught between preening and blushing under Phil’s haw-eyed gaze. “Now strip.”

Dan froze. “What?”

“I think you heard me plenty well, Daniel,” Phil said, his voice bright and smooth, threatening in its clemency. 

Dan popped the button and zipper of his jeans with shaking fingers, leaving them hanging around his waist as he slid his shirt up and over his head. He kicked off his shoes and peeled off his socks, leaving it all in a messy pile on and under Phil’s coffee table. Finally, he slid his pants down his legs, looking to Phil for guidance and receiving none before he slid off his underwear too.

Phil pushed off from where he was leaned against the wall, walking to the middle of the room. His soft steps echoed in the silent room. He beckoned Dan forward with one hand, then pointed to the ground in front of himself.

“What is it now?” Phil sneered. “Do you need a map to your knees?”

Dan shook his head, stumbling to kneel in front of Phil. His cock twitched against his thigh. Christ. He had never done anything like this before… he knew the kink scene existed, but he had never really been a part of it. At least, not until now, it seemed. And fuck if it didn’t excite him.

“Green means everything is fine,” Phil said, his voice unusually soft. Dan looked up at him, slightly confused. “Yellow means it’s getting bad, red means full stop, got it?” Safewords. It all clicked in Dan’s mind, and he nodded.

“Colour?” Phil asked, reaching out to stroke Dan’s hair.

“Green,” Dan mumbled softly, pressing up into the touch.

“I want you to say them as clearly as you can next time, but I’ll let it slide,” Phil said. Dan blushed and bit his lip.

“Come,” Phil said, turning on his heel and walking into what Dan assumed to be a study of some sort. He made to stand up, but Phil’s glare sent him right back to the ground. Cheeks bright, Dan crawled across the floor after Phil, his half-hard cock bobbing between his thighs.

“Good boy,” Phil mused, settling himself in the office chair. He motioned under his desk, and Dan looked up at him, confused.

“Go on,” Phil said. Dan backed in under the desk, leaning forward to look up at Phil with puzzlement written plainly across his features.

“I have work to do,” Phil said dismissively. “Get me hard.” He rolled forward, effectively trapping Dan underneath the desk.

Dan mostly had no idea what he was doing. He brought his hands up to rest on Phil’s thighs, biting his lip and tracing small triangles on the insides. He heard Phil start clicking away at his laptop and he frowned fumbling with the button and zip of Phil’s jeans before pushing the fabric out of the way and pulling out Phil’s cock.

Dan heard the scratch of a pen and one of Phil’s hands came down on top of his head, encouraging him.

Dan took the tip into his mouth, wedging one hand between the waistband of Phil’s jeans and his skin, cupping his balls and squeezing lightly. Phil hummed lowly in approval and his hand disappeared. The clicking of computer keys started back up and Dan took more of Phil’s length into his mouth, mindful of his teeth. 

“Good boy,” Phil hummed when Dan started to take him deeper, bobbing his head and swirling his tongue experimentally. He felt Phil twitch on his tongue and then Phil’s hand came back down, pushing his head down until he choked.

“Stay,” Phil commanded, and Dan sputtered and heaved but did his best, only drawing back when static crawled into his peripheral vision.

He did that again and again: go as low as he could for as long as he could, pull back, swirl his tongue around the head, and go back down. He fell into a rhythm of it, unknowing and uncaring of the minutes ticking by, of anything else but Phil’s heat in front of him and Phil’s cock in his mouth and throat. He eventually reached a hand down, rubbing his own cock between his legs.

Suddenly, Phil snapped his hips forward, choking an unsuspecting Dan all over again.

“Come on, Dan,” Phil teased, his eyes and smile bright. “You can take it, I know you can.”

Dan nodded, looking up with tear-stained eyes as Phil fucked his throat again and again, bringing himself off with Dan’s mouth. 

“Swallow,” Phil instructed, his breathing barely wavering as he came in Dan’s mouth with a soft grunt. Dan swallowed obediently, whining when Phil’s toes tapped his hand away from his own leaking cock.

And after all of that, Phil left him with an erection verging on painful and a sinful, whispered promise.

“Tomorrow. Same time.”

Can you do a truth or dare and something like Phil tops and he does this stuff in front of people oh mA LORD JESUDNGMG

it’s been 84 years,,,,,, but fr i am sorry i haven’t been doing a whole lot on here, i have no excuse really just, uh, please love me?

“Strip games, really? If I remember correctly, everyone was fighting to keep my clothes on last time,” Dan said, tossing back a mouthful of tequila and shuddering. He had been so blackout drunk last time, but he had heard second-hand that he was apparently trying to get naked all night. Which, knowing Dan, wasn’t really a surprise at all. 

Everyone was sat in a circle on the living room floor, bottles of liquor and bags of chips being passed and tossed around. Dan turned to the side, surveying the group. It mostly consisted of the football team, their significant others, and one or two good friends.

There were a few tense seconds where no one wanted to start, before Dan handed his bottle to the person on his right and cleared his throat. “Tyler! Truth or dare?” he asked, and the game was rolling from there.

Rolling downhill, evidently. Dan’s choice of friends - or at least party-going friends - was a filthy, dirty-minded bunch, and after only a few rounds in Dan was pretty sure at least two people who had walked in that door virgins weren’t any more. “I dare you to give Chris a foot massage!” Jackson crowed, and PJ shuddered, but shucked of Chris’ shoes and socks regardless. He gagged and the whole room laughed. One girl was dared to drink a shot of vodka and mouthwash. One boy was dared to give his girlfriend a strip tease. The next girl had to confess that she’d shagged one of her professors in order to raise her grade. 

“Phil, truth or dare!” the girl called, and Dan balked. “Hmm,” a deep voice responded, and Dan whipped around with a glare. Philip fucking Lester, everyone’s favorite bad boy and an absolute jackass to Dan. For the past three years, in between scathing retorts and unfairly creative and well-landed witticisms, Phil had been not-so-subtly trying to get into Dan’s pants. It’s not that Dan had anything against gay people (his older sister was bi, and had a very lovely long-term girlfriend), it was just that he wasn’t one. He was perfectly happy straight and single, thank you very much, and all pierced punks who wanted to change that needed to fuck right off, in Dan’s honest opinion. But, here Phil was, sliding in with his snake-bitten smirk and kohl-lined eyes and dangerous, dangerous laugh.

“Dare, I think,” Phil said, folding himself gracefully down into a sitting position. He winked when he caught Dan staring, and Dan just rolled his eyes. “Live a little, and all that.”

“I dare you to give any person in this room the lapdance of their life!” the girl called, and her suggestion was met with enthusiastic whoops and cheers. It wasn’t a secret, really, what those hips could do. Phil cocked an eyebrow, and his lips twitched up. “Anyone?” he asked. “Anyone,” the girl confirmed.

“Can I get a chair in the middle of the room, a moderately good sound system with bluetooth and a few drinks, for the lady.” Phil’s last comment and a saucy wink were shot towards Dan, and his blood ran cold in his veins. He suddenly felt way too sober for any of this.

“Chris, please.” Dan turned wild eyes on his friend, who was seated beside him, but was only met with excited hands shoving him to his feet. He stumbled into the center of the room, spinning and sitting heavily. He shook off the warm hands that guided him, biting a withering stare at their owner. Phil held up his hands in a placating gesture, chuckling as Dan crossed his arms. “It just a game, Dan,” Phil said, his voice low and mocking. He dragged his lip through his teeth as he fiddled with his phone, letting the metal clack against enamel when he spoke next. “Don’t go and get yourself to worked up over a game, yeah? Let them have their fun.” Dan didn’t recognize the song that started through the speakers, at least not until the lyrics started.

Phil stripped off his thin leather jacket, leaving him in nothing but almost sheer, loose, low cut tank top and those black jeans that fit him like a second skin.

You know what to do with that big fat butt– wiggle wiggle wiggle

Phil turned away from Dan, sliding his arms up and into his own hair as he snapped his hips back and forth. He fell into a deep drop as the whistle-y instrumental came on, bouncing obscenely. Dan just sat in the chair with his knees together, doing his damnest to keep his face and mind blank.

Phil worked his hands and his hips and his ass, and by the time he slides into Dan’s lap, his thighs bracketing Dan’s own, burning like iron bands, Dan was fully hard. He whimpered at the first brush of contact of Phil’s ass on his clothed cock, and Phil didn’t even bother to bite back his prideful grin.

“Truth or dare, Dan?” Phil asked, his arms around the back of Dan’s neck as the last of the song faded to nothing. Dan licked dry lips with an even drier tongue, clearing his throat before answering “t-truth.”

“Are you hard right now, Dan,” Phil asked, swiveling his hips once more for good measure. Everyone else, who, for the most part, had stayed silent through the dance (save for some cheers and whoops), now exploded.

Dan barely nodded, more of just a dip of his head, really. Phil tutted. “I wanna hear you say it, Dan.” Dan’s anger helped cut through the haze of lust in his head and he snarled. “Yes, okay. Yes I am.”

“You are… what?”

“I’m hard, for Christ’s sake, Phil.”

Phil nodded and smirked, finally dismounting Dan’s lap. “That’s all I wanted.”

He made his way back to what was Dan’s spot in the circle, and Dan pinched the bridge of his nose, still in the chair.

“Chris, truth or dare?”

“Truth.”

“What’s your oldest?”

“Thirty-three. Dan, truth or dare?”

Dan groaned. He just couldn’t catch a fucking break.

“D-dare.”

“Sit in Phil’s lap for the rest of the game.”

Dan’s eyes shot open, and he glared at Chris. “I trusted you,” he muttered, narrowing his eyes. “I fuckin’ trusted you and look where this got me.” Chris didn’t even have the good sense to look ashamed, the bastard, grinning up at Dan as he made his way towards Phil on shaking legs.

Phil spread his legs, his eyes gleaming and his smile wicked. Dan huffed, spinning on his heel and dropping into Phil’s lap, He grinned to himsefl at the grunt of exertion Phil let out when Dan ‘accidentally’ elbowed him in the ribs, making himself comfortable. “Touch me and I’ll rip of your fingers and shove them so far up your own ass your future boyfriend won’t even be able to taste them.” Phil’s shoulders shook with his laughter, and Dan turned back to face the front.

Neither of them were off the hook. Every time they asked someone else the person would turn it right around and ask them. “Dan, take off Phil’s shirt.” “Phil, give Dan a hickey.” “Dan, make out with Phil for two minutes. With tongue.” “Phil, is Dan still hard?” Phil gripped Dan’s cock through his jeans, ignoring the startled noise of protest Dan made. “Somewhat. But that can easily be changed, you know. He smiled to himself as the cheers erupted, waiting for everyone to settle down a little bit. Dan’s cheeks were so red, it’s a wonder he hadn’t passed out from all the oxygen in his brain flooding to his blush. Phil felt a little bit bad for him, wrapping his arm around Dan’s waist and saying “ Alyssa, truth or dare?”

Alyssa was a quiet girl, who only answered truths in a soft voice so far. She cleared her throat delicately. “Truth.” Phil grinned.

“Which of us would you want to trade places with right now? Me, or Dan?”

Alyssa blushed lightly, squirming in place. “I’m happy with watching, thanks–”

“If you had to pick one,” Chris pressured. Alyssa squirmed some more.

“Phil, I guess. Now, um, Phil, truth or dare?”

Phil kept his smile up even as he cursed himself internally. “Dare,” he said smoothly, positive Alyssa wouldn’t come up with anything too bad.

“Jerk Dan off.”

Phil’s eyes went wide. Well. He had certainly calculated wrong.

“Excuse me?” Dan said, indignance hot in his tone.

“A handjob. Stroke him, jack him, jerk him.” She leaned forward, an unidentifiable glint in her eyes when she spoke. “Touch his dick, Phil.”

“So can we use someone’s room or–” Phil started. Alyssa cut him off with a shake of her head. “Do it here, I want to see.”

No one made a sound. Everyone was still in shock after the complete one-eighty Alyssa’s personality took.

“The quietest ones are always the kinkiest,” Chris mused. Dan didn’t look amused.

“Are you actually gonna do this, Phil?” Dan asked. Phil shrugged.

“I never back down from a dare, Dan. You can forfeit if you want to, thought, I would totally understand if you wanted to–”

“Oh, fuck you,” Dan snapped, shoving his back resolutely into Phil’s chest. “I’m not a pussy, or something.”

“Mmhmm.” Phil didn’t sound convinced. Dan growled. “Just get on with it.”

“How am I doing this, Alyssa?” Phil asked. His smirk was languid and catlike. He licked his lips.

“His pants come off. We keep playing the game.” Phil nodded, and something hard his his left shoulder. Chris had thrown a bottle of lube at him. Phil snorted, flipping him off in thanks.

“Come on, Dan. Take your jeans off.” Phil’s lips brushed the shell of Dan’s ear as he spoke, and Dan’s blush went impossible shades of red as his shaking fingers worked his belt open.

“Give that to me,” Phil said, and Dan startled, pulling the belt from it’s loops. “What?”

“Give me. The belt,” Phil reiterated and a shiver ran down Dan’s spine before he handed him the leather.

“Good boy,” Phil hummed in his ear, and Dan shivered again. Phil smirked, pulling back. Yep. He was right.

Phil took the belt, bending Dan’s arms back behind his head as he wrapped the leather twice around both of Dans wrists, then twice between them before sliding the open end into the buckle, pulling it tight. Dan pulled at his wrists, but he couldn’t move them. Phil hooked Dan’s arms behind his head, so they were well and truly out of the way.

“Come on, hips up,” Phil murmured, pulling Dan’s jeans and boxers down his hips and off, tossing them behind him somewhere. “Owen, truth or dare?” Phil asked, cracking open the container of lube. “Truth,” Owen said. “You getting off on this?” Phil asked with a grin. Owen barked a laugh. “It’s porn for free and right in front of me, what can I say.”

Everyone kept the game off of Dan and Phil for a couple of rounds after that, letting Phil begin. The game went slowly, everyone’s train of thought constantly being interrupted by Dan’s high-pitched keens as Phil trailed his fingers up Dan’s thighs and hips before finally wrapping a lube-slicked palm around Dan’s aching cock. The dares were half-hearted and the truths lackluster, the majority of everyone’s focus being on the two boys.

Phil’s hand was smooth and sure, gripping Dan’s leaning length just right as he worked him over.

“P-Phil, fuck,” Dan whimpered, canting his hips up.

“Ah ah ah, baby,” Phil reprimanded. He hooked his legs around Dan’s using his own thighs to hold Dan’s apart. Dan whimpered and ducked his burning face into Phil’s neck. He didn’t want to look, but he couldn’t deny how his cock twitched when he felt all those pairs of eyes on him.

“Alyssa,” Phil called, interrupting Jeffery, who was taking a shot of hot sauce. “Do I let him?” Jeffery slammed his glass down with a sputter, coughing as he called out “Alyssa, t or d?”

“Truth.”

“How the fuck freaky are you?” Many people laughed. Alyssa shrugged.

“This is about as bad as it gets. Phil?”

“I’ve never been one to back down from a dare,” Phil hummed, tonguing at Dan’s throat. “After all, look what one has given me.”

“Edge him.”

Phil’s lips quirked up in a smile, and he removed his hand from Dan’s cock, letting Dan’s hips buck in frustration.

“No, no Phil, please,” Dan gasped, his shoulders straining with how much he wanted to get a hand on himself. One of Phil’s index fingers came down to rub Dan’s slit as he dared someone to exchange underwear with another player. Dan’s thighs tensed and he whined, low in his throat, just loud enough for Phil to hear. Phil brought his hands away again, squirting more lube into his palm.

Chris was forced to admit he had bought anal beads on Amazon, once. Phil went back to stroking Dan in earnest, sliding his other hand up and under his shirt to rub and pinch at his nipples.

“Dan, truth or dare?” Alex called after they managed to figure out the buckles of the strap on they were forced to wear for the rest of the game.

“F-fuck yourself,” Dan groaned out, letting out a choked out cry when Phil thumbed his head. Alex laughed. “That isn’t one of the options, Dan.”

Phil took his hand away and Dan all but sobbed from the lack of stimulation.

“Truth or dare, Dan?” Alex repeated. Dan glared at them. “T-truth,” he finally chose, and Phil rewarded him with a tug of his balls.

“What’s your worst kink?” Alex asked. Dan didn’t think he could possibly be any redder than he already was, but–

“Come on, Dan,” Phil whispered in his ear. “Tell them. It can’t be that bad, right?”

Dan resolutely shook his head. He would take that to his grave, please and thank you very much.

Phil smirked to himself, stroking Dan’s cock twice before letting do. Dan bucked his hips and moaned, and Phil did it again. And again. And again, until Dan was a leaking, throbbing, sobbing mess, tears pooling in his eyes and his cheeks and cock flushed bright red.

“D-daddy please,” Dan screamed when Phil brought his hand bad down, and everyone cheered. Dan was too far gone to even care any more, every iots of his concentration narrowed down to Phil’s hand on his cock, Phil’s chest against his back and Phil’s lips in his ear, telling him he was doing so well, so good–

Dan came with a choked-off garble of ‘daddy’ and ‘Phil’ and ‘please,’ cum shooting from his cock and landing on his own chest, his stomach, his thighs, a few drops even dripping down onto the carpeted floor.

“Phil–” Dan gasped as soon as he regained enough breath to speak. Phil hummed in question, undoing the belt that held Dan’s wrists together, wrapping his arms and legs around Dan, petting him, rubbing him, telling him he had done so well.

“What?”

“Truth or dare?”

Phil paused, startled. “Dare?” he said slowly.

“Fucking kiss me,” Dan gasped. Phil was more than happy to oblige.

~griffin

Could you do a hc where teen!Dan Is sure he is a top but he meets Phil then is a total bottom please that would be cool cool dude bro :)))))

i have no idea what twist i took on this but enjoy i guess

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“Dan, cmon, you’re not a top.” PJ rolled his eyes, taking another sip of his drink. Dan crossed his arms.

“Yes, I am. God, how many times do I have to say this?”

“As many times as it would take to convince me you have a pussy.” He thought for a moment. “Which actually wouldn’t be that many.”

“Fuck off.”

PJ laughed, smirking and shaking his head at his friend. “Fine. You want me to believe you? You have to prove it.”

Dan frowned. “What do you mean?”

“If you can fuck the boy of my choosing, then you’ll convince me.” He shrugged, downing the rest of whatever was in his cup. “And if they top that’s fine, but you’ll have to look me in the eye and tell me you didn’t enjoy it. Deal?”

Usually Dan would think about this more thoroughly, but he was horny and rather tipsy, so he nodded, holding out his hand. “Deal.”

“Good.” PJ smirked evilly, immediately pointing to the other side of the room. “Him.”

Dan took one glance before shaking his head. “No way. That’s not even possible.”

PJ had pointed at Phil Lester, captain of the football team, who was standing on the other side of the room, leaning against the wall.

He was talking to a girl, more like she was talking to him; he looked extremely uninterested. Every now and then he would nod or add an “mhmm,” but he clearly wasn’t listening.

He was wearing his jersey with his name across the front and black jeans, and even his stance was captivating. There was no way.

“We had a deal, Howell,” PJ said, grinning. “We shook on it.”

“I didn’t think you’d pick him!” Dan protested, crossing his arms. “He won’t even talk to me, are you kidding? There’s no way.”

“Fine, don’t do it.” PJ raised his eyebrows. “I’ll just never believe you.”

That really delivered a blow to Dan’s pride, and he flinched.

What’s the worst that could happen?

Oh, that’s right, you’d be humiliated.

Oh well, that already happens anyways.

Dan glanced at his black shoes, scowling at his feet. “Fine,” he blurted before he could stop himself. “I’ll try.”

“Hell yeah!” PJ exclaimed, slapping his back. “This is gonna be great. Good luck.”

“I have a feeling you don’t think this will go well,” Dan mumbled, glaring at him. He shrugged, smirking.

“We’ll see.”

Dan took his time getting across the room, pushing through groups of tipsy girls and boys being far too loud. God, this was a bad idea.

Dan took a deep breath, and tapped Phil on the shoulder.

Phil turned immediately, his eyebrows raised, and the girl turned too.

“Hey, uh… I w-was wondering if I could… talk to you for a sec?” He stuttered, glancing between Phil’s face and his hands.

“Oh, yeah!” Phil replied immediately, glancing at the girl. “Yeah, sure, of course.”

The girl let out a small huff, glaring at Dan and walking away, shoving his shoulder as she went. Phil let out a deep breath, flashing Dan a smile.

“Thanks for that, mate.” He brushed his perfect hair out of his eyes, running his fingers through it and pushing it back into a quiff. Dan swallowed. “So, what did you want to talk to me about…?”

“Uh,” Dan bit his lip, his whole face inflamed. “Uh, I was just wondering…” he glanced back at PJ who gave him two thumbs up. He took a deep breath. “I was wondering if you wanted to have sex,” Dan blurted.

Phil didn’t even look surprised, he just took another sip of his drink, raising one eyebrow slightly.

“Based on how your friend over there is cheering, this is a dare?”

Dan scratched the back of his neck, avoiding his eyes. “Kinda… more like a bet. He thinks I’m not a top.”

Now Phil looked surprised, and he laughed. “Oh, honey. You’re not.”

Dan frowned, glancing at his shoes.

“Mmh, but sure.”

Dan’s head snapped up, his eyes wide. “Wait, what?!”

“Yeah.” He shrugged. “You’re cute. I’ll fuck you.”

Dan’s mouth dropped open, and he glanced back at PJ, who was covering his mouth.

“You w-will?”

“Yeah. Did you not expect that?” He took a sip from his bottle, raising his eyebrows, amused.

“No, I didn’t, because you’re PHIL LESTER and you’ve never talked to me before and-”

“Stop talking.” He cut Dan off, leaning forward and pressing his lips against his.

Dan stood still for a second before reaching up to touch Phil’s face, his hand shaking.

Holy shit.

He broke away slowly, his hand still on Dan’s hip and a cocky grin plastered to his face.

“So, are we doing this, or are you gonna go tell your friend over there you chicken out?”

Dan turned, making eye contact with PJ who was practically jumping up and down. He motioned at Dan to just go, come on idiot. He nodded, turning back to Phil.

“Let’s do it,” he said, trying to sound as casual as possible. Phil nodded, chuckling quietly, and grabbing his hand.

He tugged him away from the wall and through the room, the crowd practically parting like the Red Sea as he walked through.

“Where are we going?” Dan asked quietly, staring at their intertwined hands. Phil glanced back at him, grinning.

“Well there must be a bedroom somewhere in this house, hm?”

Soon enough they got to a hallway, trying a few doors until they found a suitable empty bedroom. It was filled with coats, but Phil just cleared the bed off and sat down. He motioned for Dan to come closer, and he took a timid step forward.

“C'mon, I don’t bite,” Phil muttered, leaning forward slightly and pulling Dan forward by hooking his fingers in his belt loops.

He pulled Dan onto his lap, sliding his hands down to his ass and squeezing. Dan jumped, and Phil chuckled.

“Yeah,” he breathed, pressing his mouth to Dan’s neck, which made him whimper. “You’re not a top, love.”

“But-”

“Shh,” Phil shushed him, biting down on a sensitive part of his neck. “It’s worth a little lost bet, isn’t it?” He breathed down Dan’s skin, making him shiver. “I can make you feel really good…”

Dan moaned softly, gripping Phil’s shoulders, highly aware of how badly Phil was fucking him up. He bit his lip, burying his face in Phil’s neck.

“Fine…”

The second the word was out of his mouth Phil flipped them, pushing Dan back on the bed and crawling between his legs. He kissed him again, toying with the hem of his jumper while he bit Dan’s lip.

Dan made a small noise, gripping the sheets beneath him, squirming as Phil’s cold fingers brushed his stomach.

Phil got it over his head, tossing it somewhere in the room and tugging at his own. Once it was off, he attached his mouth to Dan’s nipple, swirling his tongue. Dan moaned softly, arching his back and refraining from tangling his fingers in Phil’s hair. Phil looked up, somehow reading his thoughts.

“You can touch, you know,” he muttered, his voice husky. Dan swallowed, nodding and running his fingers through Phil’s hair.

Phil dipped his thumbs under the hem of Dan’s jeans, brushing his skin.

He unzipped his jeans, sliding them down his hips and palming Dan’s bulge.

“Ah-” Dan gasped, grinding up against his hand automatically. Phil smirked, squeezing his length gently.

Phil helped him get his jeans the rest of the way off, pushing them off the bed and letting Dan tug at his own. He kissed him again, more passionately and possessively, tugging at his bottom lip between his teeth. Dan moaned as Phil grinded on him.

“Are you loud?” Phil asked, smirking and tossing his jeans away. Dan felt his face heat up.

“Yeah…”

“Good.” Phil ran his fingertips down Dan’s stomach, tugging at the waistband of his boxers. “God, that’s so hot. I’ll have to keep you quiet though, baby boy.”

Dan nodded, squirming, getting desperate as Phil slowly grinded down on him.

He nipped at Dan’s throat as he pulled off his boxers, squeezing his thigh and digging his nails in.

“Please,” Dan breathed, completely giving up any chance on keeping his integrity. “Please, fuck, please Phil.”

Phil smirked, chuckling against his skin. “Hm? What was that, princess? Did you need something?”

“God, just-” Dan bit his lip, arching his back. “Just fuck me, jesus.”

Phil grinned, running his finger up Dan’s length. “Good boy.”

Phil got up, climbing off the bed and Dan whimpered, missing his touch. He watched as Phil dug through a drawer by the bed, pulling out a bottle of lube and grinning at Dan.

“I know the guy who lives here,” he explained.

He climbed back on the bed, discarding his boxers on the way. He popped open the bottle, dipping his fingers in.

“I don’t care how much you finger yourself, I’m stretching you,” he said rather strictly, pressing his fingers to Dan’s entrance.

He pushed one in slowly, making Dan jump at the feeling. Soon it didn’t feel strange anymore and Dan was pushing back on him, moaning for more. Phil obliged, pushing in another finger and pumping them.

Soon enough he was at three, curling them, searching for Dan’s prostate. He knew he found it when Dan cried out, arching his back and squirming.

Phil hummed, pulling his fingers out and starting to prep himself. He pressed his tip against Dan’s hole, reaching forward to grab his hand and intertwine their fingers as he pushed in slowly.

It didn’t take long for him to bottom out and by then Dan was used to it, wordlessly begging for more with whining.

“Ah, fuck,” Dan gasped as Phil started to thrust, digging his nails into Dan’s hips. Phil groaned, biting his lip and throwing his head back as he slowly pulled in and out of the squirming boy beneath him.

He started speeding up a bit, snapping his hips, pushing Dan’s legs open more. Dan moaned loudly, his eyes closed.

“God, you’re so pretty,” Phil groaned, humming and snapping his hips hard with no warning. Dan’s hips jumped and he whined, his breathing uneven.

Phil bent over his body, kissing him deeply while speeding up his thrusts, angling his hips to hit all of the spots making Dan weak. He wanted him to see stars.

Dan scratched his nails down Phil’s neck, his head fuzzy. “Fuckfuckfuckfuckfuck, Phil, god.”

Dan’s eyes rolled back in his head as Phil hit his prostate, his legs wrapping around Phil’s waist. A loud moan fell from his mouth, and Phil went harder, wanting to hear that noise again.

Phil wrapped his hand around Dan’s cock, pumping him slowly at the same time as his thrusts. God, he wanted to see him cum, he wanted to make him scream.

“Fuck, so good baby, come on. Taking it so good,” Phil breathed, biting down on his neck, sucking so hard it was sure to leave marks. “Cum for me, baby boy, cum from my cock.”

Dan whined, a shudder running through him. “Close…”

“Good,” Phil growled, speeding up his thrusts even more, fucking into him roughly, groaning at the tight heat surrounding him.

Dan moaned loudly, his head thrown back as he came in streaks on his stomach. Phil’s breathing caught at his face and the noises falling from his mouth, groaning against Dan’s neck as he let go inside him.

He fell on the mattress next to him, his breathing heavy. He glanced over at Dan, who was biting his lip, glancing st him timidly. Phil rolled his eyes.

“Oh, come here,” he mumbled, pulling Dan into his arms to his chest and kissing his head.

Dan relaxed in his arms, sighing.

“So…” Phil smirked. “What’s your name?”

Dan laughed. “It’s Dan.”

“Well,” Phil held out his hand. “Nice to meet you, Dan.”

•

“You win,” Dan muttered, walking up to PJ and taking his drink, tossing it back. He smirked at Phil across the room, who winked.

“Ha,” PJ grinned. “I knew it.”

“Trust me, it was worth a little lost bet.”