A/N: Hey there my little biscuits (lol can i call you that?) I'm gonna try and update this story everyweekend, I'm not saying which day but then it should give me time to write at some point... Anyway thanks for all the follows and stuff :D It's seriously means alot to me 3 This part is sort of filler ish, it's not really that exciting. It'll probably get very sexy in a few chapters time (i hope..) but anyway. Enjoy..
'Urgh' Phil groaned into his pillow, as the bright light from the sun shone through his curtains. He lifted his head slightly, off the pillow, and squinted. His clock read the time of 10:37am. Phil dragged himself out of bed and into the shower. The warm water soaked his hair and ran down his back in little droplets, before landing on the floor of the shower.
As he got out of the shower he looked in the mirror they had above the sink. It came to his realisation that he was a 19, nearly 20, year old boy who was going off uni in a few months and had no money at all. He stared at the boy whose skin was a ghostly white and had contrasting black hair. Why does no one like me? He thought, Even my boyfriend got sick of me in the end. It always happens. Why did that attractive boy Dan even bother replying to him?
Phil often doubted himself, he had never been the most confident of people, and sometimes his flaws got to him.
It had got to about 11:15 and Phil decided to go on his laptop, he did all the usual stuff like check twitter, Facebook and YouTube, re-tweeting, replying and liking this as he went. Then he went onto tumblr, logging straight onto is inbox to reply to Dan's messages from early this morning.
'Yeah, haha, I was asleep. Do you have Skype? If so can I add you so we can talk easier ;P x'
Phil wandered downstairs to get breakfast, well more like lunch now, as he spotted his father reading the newspaper in the lounge. Phil was about to say 'hello' but his dad got there first, "Afternoon son" he said in a brisk voice. His dad always liked to be formal even when there was nothing to be formal about. "Dad.." Phil commented awkwardly as he walked though into the kitchen.
He shoved a piece of bread into the toaster, he didn't particularly want to eat but his parents would get suspicious again. Last time they found out he wasn't eating they sent him to counselling, he'd managed to get out of it after a few sessions, however, he didn't feel he'd be as lucky this time.
While Phil was eating his toast, he thought about Dan, how his eyes were like melted chocolate that made him feel all fuzzy inside. Oh, what he would do to that boy. He sighed, feeling a rising bulge forming in his jeans crotch area. I should fix that… he thought for a second before rushing off upstairs, past his dad in the living room, running into his bedroom and locking the door.
He quickly logged onto tumblr, onto Dan's blog, before zooming in on his sidebar picture. Phil could feel himself getting harder by the second. Once he had Dan's face enlarged on the screen, he lay there, looking at it, stroking himself.
Rubbing the tip of his member, then stroking backwards, then forwards, then squeezing. Making him moan. Plying and squeezing his hard, erect cock in his hands had paid off. It was getting harder to breathe. Then release. Moaning the word 'Dan' lustfully.
He wiped his hands on his duvet and went onto his dashboard. When he'd refreshed it, he saw he had a new inbox, could this be from Dan? He opened it.
'ahah yeah, it's danisnotonfire, like everything else I have. Also don't call me at 4am naked, wanting a wanking sesh, I've had enough experiences of that on Omegle.. but I'm open any time ;)'