~~DAN'S POV~~

I wake up, smelly, sweaty, my hair knotted. I smirk up at Phil, slightly snoring as he lay sleeping, our bodies barely covered by my sheets. I look at the clock and it reads 9:17. Our favorite Chinese restaurant closes at 10 on Sundays, so I hurry to the phone to place our regular order before heading off into the shower to rinse off the afternoon's festivities.

As the sweat, grime, and other bodily fluids wash off me, I think about earlier today. While I've had sex before, it was never like that. I can't decide if it's because I'd never had sex with a guy before, that I was the bottom, because it was with Phil, or a mixture of all 3. I decide it's a bit of a mix, but mainly because of Phil. Phil's the first person I've truly loved, with every girl I've ever been with it was just lust, blind and raw, even my first time.

I hear shuffling around the apartment and realize Phil's up.

"Hey love!" I call as I start washing myself off instead of just standing in the hot jets, contemplating my day. "I ordered Chinese, if that's okay. It'll be here in 30."

"Sounds great." He says, stepping into the bathroom. I hadn't bothered to close the door, so I didn't mind. What do I have to hide from him anymore, anyways? He's seen me, my whole entirety, before. A moment passed, and then I hear Phil say timidly, "Mind if I join?"

I angle the shower head away from the door, making sure to not soak the floor outside, then swing open the shower door to reveal a soapy, naked me to Phil, who was meanwhile taking off the sweatpants he had lazily thrown on. "Of course you can."

He slides in, and I begin to wash him down. I realize as I do so that it's kind of kinky, but I really don't care. I wash his chest, his arms, and his back. As I lead my hand over his thigh, a certain darkness glazes over his eyes, one I only ever saw once before, earlier today. He presses me into the tile wall, grinding against me while the hot spray covers us. Quickly, aggressive almost, he flips me around and begins to finger me. This elicits moans of pleasure from me, and soon enough, he turns me around again. I plant a sloppy kiss against his lips before he lifts me off the ground and deftly slides inside me. This time, he's slower, calmer, gentler, rocking his hips tenderly.

I wrap my whole body around him, trusting him entirely. Our breathing, in time with his thrusts and each other, slowly becomes faster and louder. Soon enough, he bites his lip then he slacks his jaw and scrunches his eyes together tightly, screaming "Oh, GOD, Dan!" as he comes inside me for the second time today.

That face turns me on more than anything else, and I quickly find myself in need of release. Phil pulls out and sets me down. He knows, however, that we're not done, not yet. He kisses me gently, and then kisses my chin, down my chest, straight down to my throbbing crotch. He takes me, moving his head in just the right ways to elicit deep, guttural groans from my chest, bringing me closer and closer. I didn't know anyone could be this good, but he is. He slowly takes further and further of my length in his mouth each time, my fingers twisting in his hair.

"Oh my god, Phil, how the hell are you this good?!" I practically scream, so close that things like noise levels don't mater to me anymore. "Oh my god… Oh my GOD… OH… GOD!" I scream out in utter bliss as he swallows my load with ease.

He gets up, pleased with himself. "Take it you liked that." He said, an air of smugness to his voice.

"More… than you will ever know." I say, gasping for air. We finish rinsing off and step out of the shower, just as it begins to run cold.

We weren't out of the shower 30 seconds before the doorbell rang. Phil quickly wrapped himself in a towel and answered the door, grabbing his wallet on the way over. He opened the door to a young girl, barely 16. "Szechuan Palace, order for apartment 1734?" She says dryly, looking up from the receipt she held betwixt her fingers to a dripping, practically naked Phil. She blushed as he took out the money.

"£29.32, right?" He asks, unfazed.

"Umm… yup." She says, obviously feeling awkward. He pulls out £30 and slips it in her hand, meanwhile her eyes going wide and her jaw going slack as she noticed me and pieced together the whole scene.

He grabbed the food, a slight smirk on his lips. "Keep the change." He tells her, not a care in the world about how awkward we've made this girl feel.

"Thanks. Umm, yeah. Thanks. Goodbye." She mumbles as she rushes off towards the lift, nearly dropping another order she held in her hands.

Phil closes the door behind him, setting the food down on the kitchen counter.

"Oh my god, Phil, did you see her face?" I ask, astounded by his lack of a reaction.

"Yeah! Jesus, it was so funny! I could hardly keep a straight face." He says.

"We just completely traumatized her! I feel so bad." I add, stifling giggles.

"Eh, she'll get over it. I'm going to put some sweatpants on before dinner."

I head into my bedroom and slide on a pair of sweatpants myself, not even bothering with a shirt. I walk out and see Phil's decided the same, at which I notice a deep purple mark at the base of his neck.

"Hey, Phil, did… did I do that?" I ask, motioning to the bruise.

"Hell yes you did. Felt pretty good too." He says, smirking at me while dishing himself out some lo mien.

"I didn't mean to…" I start, but he hushes me quickly.

"I loved it, Dan. Hickeys are my secret turn on, something I don't tell anyone, and you managed to figure that out immediately. If you feel anything about it, feel damn proud of yourself." He whispers in my ear, a smile in his voice.

I can't help but smile at that, and actually feel pretty smug about the fact that I figured out his secret turn on without even meaning to.

"Come on, let's eat! I'm famished." He says, walking with his plate over to the couch.

"Me either!" I follow, sitting next to him calmly, balancing my plate on my knee as I set my drink on the table. We start to stuff our faces with food, starving from all the energy we used today. I catch Phil looking at me, a noodle peeking out my lips before I quickly eat it and ask him, "What are you looking at?"

"You stuffing your face. It's quite funny. I mean, you look ravenous! Maybe we should have bought more food, you eat like a pig!" he says, a joking grin across his face.

"You know why I'm starving, love. You're quite certainly the reason behind it!" I joke, shoving him slightly.

"Amen to that!" I hear from him as he starts back in on his own food, smiling.