Dan crutched into the flat, Phil following him. Dan collapsed on the couch, dropping his crutches on the ground.
" dan you are supposed to keep your leg elevated." Phil said, picking up a throw pillow. Dan set his leg on it. Phil turned on the television and walked into the kitchen.
"hey, dan what do you want to eat?" Phil asked.
" not hungry." Dan yelled back at the kitchen.
" dan you're never hungry, but you need to eat something, how about pb&j" Phil said, heading back to the kitchen. A few minutes later Phil emerged from the kitchen, two peanut butter and jelly sandwiches in hand. He handed dan one. Dan, not liking the crust, peeled it off his sandwich.
"Dan we need to talk." Phil said," I love you, I really do... but-" dan was crying.
" Phil are you going to leave me? Please, please don't! Phil please I love you." Dan said, tears streaming down his face.
"No, no baby." Phil responded, pulling dan on this lap." This is the problem. You need help. I've seen you get wasted every thursday, i've seen you eyeing the razors in the bathroom. You always start to cry when I try to bring this up, but dan, I think you need a therapist." Phil said hushed, the the curled up dan in his lap.
"okay..." dan sniffled. Today was thorsday, which usually meant pj would call Phil and tell him all about this new club, then that night they would meet pj there and dan would get wasted. That, however, was not the case today. Phil went to get his phone to text pj, but he saw that an that an unknown number was calling him.
" hello?" Phil asked
" how are your sandwiches?" A raspy voice asked, breathing heavily into the phone. They hung up before Phil could ask who it was.
" Who was that? Dan asked. Phil shook his head and sat back on the couch, taking a bite of the half of the sandwich dan hadn't eaten. He shrugged, not bad.
"Dan, eat your sandwich." Phil said getting up to turn the television on. Dan bit into the sandwich, getting some jelly on his shirt. Phil got up and tossed him a roll of paper towels, causing dan to drop the sandwich, making an even bigger mess. They both giggled and Phil helped dan up. Dan hobbled to the shower while Phil cleaned up the couch.
"Philllll" dan whined from the bathroom. He quickly wiped up the jelly and headed to the bathroom. Dan was on the ground wearing only his shorts.
"What happened?" Phil asked, helping dan up. Dan slumped against Phil hugging him.
"I tripped over my foot." Dan said, they both chuckled. Phil took his shirt off, then helped dan get his shorts off and get into the shower. After a quick shower, dan hobbled back into the living room. Phil was on the couch so dan just later on top of him, settling his face into phil's shoulder. He was only wearing a towel, Phil wrapped his arms around dan. Dan felt himself growing hard from phil's jeans against him. Phil pushed down dan's towel and flipped them over, careful of dan's leg. Phil pulled off his jeans, and underwear. He grinded their errections together slowly. Dan whined, loving the touch of phil's penis to his own.
"Phil..." dan tried to say, but it only came out a low moan.
"you like that baby?" Phil asked, slipping a finger inside of dan. Before he knew it one finger became two, then three, and finally phil's tip was against dan's entrance, pushing in slowly. Dan moaned into the couch. Phil thrusted into dan at a quick pace, but soon found himself just frantically thrusting. Dan started pumping his own cock, trying to time his pumps with phil's thrusts. He soon CAME onto the couch. Phil thruster into dan twice more, then came into dan. He collapsed onto the younger boy, not bothering to pull out. He kissed dan's shoulder then finally removed his penis from dan. They laid on the couch for the rest of the day, too lazy to get up.
