Hey guys! So I started typing this the day after I posted my other chapter and I only got it up now. My life is insanely busy now I guess. Well this is the chapter I know some of you have been waiting desperately for [Katelyn and Jovie] and I hope it lives up to your expectations. Fair warning, there will be smut! But there will also be fluff, so everyone can read something. I'll put a line break or something at the smut so you can skip it if you so wish. Oh how I've missed writing smut. Enjoy!

By the way, announcement at the bottom.

That night was graced with the most amazing and peaceful sleep I had ever had. The past month had been so full of nights where I'd stay up and wonder if Phil was okay or wonder if I was okay, that I had forgotten what it felt like to actually get a nice full night of sleep. Sleeping on top of Phil, wrapped up in his arms, and covered by his blanket was quite a change. A very welcomed change to say the least.

At some point in the morning, I heard Phil's bedroom door open.

"Phil?" It was his mum. "Phil?"

"Mmm?" Phil lazily responded. I opened my eyes, but squinted. I was facing Phil's window, so the rising sun was right in my eyes.

"I feel so bad, but I have to go in to work today. My boss just called me with an emergency meeting and I won't be home until maybe nine tonight."

"I don't mind." Phil's arms squeezed me tighter. I nuzzled closer into his chest. "We'll be okay."

"Okay. I've left money for lunch and dinner."

"Okay."

"Love you."

"Love you, too." Phil's mum closed the door.

Trying to get the sun out of my face, I turned over. My semi-open eyes now saw that my face was just centimeters away from Phil's own perfect face. My arm was draped over his chest, bending up so my forearm was on his shoulder and my hand was in his hair.

"What time is it?" I mumbled. I felt Phil's head shift as he looked at his alarm clock.

"7:13." In the brief silence that followed, I heard Phil's mum's car start up and drive away. "More sleep." Phil requested.

"I agree." I let my eyes droop closed again and let sleep overtake my body.

When I woke up next, it was due to my stupid brain. It had apparently decided that it was time to wake up and not waste the whole day by sleeping. I rubbed my eyes and looked at Phil's clock. 11:53. Not bad. We still had pretty much all day. My eyes gazed at Phil and took in his sleeping form.

His chest rises and falls evenly as his breath escapes and enters through his slightly parted lips. Those lips that I have become so used to having on my own. Speaking of, that seems like a great way to wake him up. I place a kiss where my head rests on his chest. Slowly, I make my way up to his lips, punctuating each centimeter with a kiss. His pale neck is smooth under my lips and surprisingly warm considering the cool air of his room. I kiss his chin and finally make it to his lips. His lips are slightly dry and they don't move against mine. I pet his hair, like I so often do, and wait for him to wake up to my kisses. I don't have to wait long because soon, his hands find my waist and he decides to kiss back.

One of my favorite things about kissing Phil is finding where his hands go. Sometimes they go into my hair and pull gently. Other times, his hands glide up and down my back, sending shivers down my spine. My favorite times, like now, are when his hands ghost over my waist. His hands aren't fully rested on me, but I feel the gentle touch of his fingers, so I know they're there. When he touches me like this, my whole body burns and I feel the butterflies in my stomach, fluttering with excitement.

I pull back, letting air fill my lungs once again, and rest my chin on his chest, looking straight up at his face.

"That was the best thing I could have hoped to wake up to." Phil's hands finally find a place on my lower back. A few moments go by with neither of us saying anything. I take a side glance at the clock. 12:01. "How are you so beautiful after just waking up?" Phil asks. I bite my lip.

"I'm not. Your eyes are probably broken." I say. Phil reaches over and grabs his glasses. I absolutely adore his glasses and I've told him time and time again, but he still hates them. Once he puts them on, he studies my face.

"Still pretty damn beautiful."

I blushed and kissed him once more before sitting up so I was sitting on his lap. I grabbed both of his hands and entwined our fingers.

"What do you want to do today?" I asked.

"Well my mum left us money for food, so I was thinking we could go out to eat for lunch then come back here and do whatever."

"Sounds fun." I kissed the back of his hand and released them. I got up and grabbed my bag, looking for clothes.

"Are you changing?" Phil asked.

"Yeah, why?"

"Because I like the shirt you're wearing now." Phil said. I looked down.

"Baby, I'm not wearing a shirt."

"I know."

I chuckle and grab a shirt from my bag, pulling it on. I grab a pair of pants and look over at Phil, who is watching me.

"Enjoying the show?" I call him out on it. He blushes.

"Sorry, sorry." I could tell he wasn't sorry. I grinned and threw a nearby shirt at him from one of his drawers.

"Get dressed. You're the one that wants to go out to eat." He groans and stands up, putting his shirt on. I change into my jeans and so does Phil. Next was our always mismatched socks. Phil had always mismatched his and I didn't until I met him.

We sorted out our hair, neither of us needing to shower or use a straightener. Just placing hairs that stuck up and calming it down.

After our shoes were pulled on, we opened the front door, immediately met by cold air.

"Shit, I didn't bring a jacket." I say after Phil closes the door and we run back upstairs.

"Wear one of mine." Phil says, tossing me a green hoodie. I pull it on and take a deep breath. It smells just like Phil. It's warm like Phil, too. He pulls on a blue hoodie and we leave the house, bracing ourselves for the harsh wind.

"Where do you want to eat?" I ask, lacing our fingers together.

"You pick. Consider this a date."

"With your mum's money?"

"Shush. It's a date."

"Okay, okay. How about that new Mexican restaurant down the street?"
"Sounds good."

We get there and it's pretty empty, considering it's a Saturday afternoon at lunch time. There's only a group of three teenaged girls at one table, a girl and a guy around their twenties at another table, and a middle aged man sitting by himself at another table. Phil lets go of my hand and asks me what I want. After I tell him, he tells me to find a table and he'll order for us.

I pick a table in the corner, away from everyone else. The closest people are the group of teenaged girls, mindlessly playing on their phones instead of interacting with each other. I wait patiently at the table and swing my legs back and fourth. Soon, Phil comes to the table with a tray of food. He hands me my food and drink and takes his own off the tray.

When Phil sits down, I put both my legs on either side if his leg and cross my ankles behind his so his ankle is resting between mine.

We eat silently for a couple of minutes before I look up and notice the girls. One of them nudged another one of the girls and gestured our way. When they looked up and saw I was looking, they quickly looked away. I couldn't help but snort a little bit.

"What are you snorting at?" Phil asked. I clear my throat and take a sip of my drink. I subtly nod my head towards the girls.

"I think we have admirers." I grin and chuckle again.

"Oh no." Phil rolled his eyes. "Are they from school?" I tilted my head a bit.

"I don't think so. They're not hateful stares. They're like...checking us out stares."

"I don't like either kind of staring." Phil noticed me still looking at them. "Stop looking at them." I looked back at him. He didn't seem angry, just...jealous?

"Sorry. It's kind of hard not to stare at them when they're taking pictures of their food rather than eating it." This gains me a small smile from Phil.

Phil and I make small talk the whole time. Every so often, I catch the girls looking at us again. I ignore them and pay close attention to Phil.

Soon enough, we finish eating and decide to leave. As we're throwing away our garbage,

we're approached by two of the girls. One with shoulder length blonde hair and one with waist length brown hair. The girl with blonde hair has flawless pale skin and bright green eyes, shielded by her glasses. The brown haired girl has brown eyes and equally pale skin. I greet them with a smile, which they gladly return. Phil smiles too, probably only because he doesn't want to come off as rude.

"Hi." says the blonde. She's looking more at Phil than me.

"Uh, hi." Phil replies. She thrusts a piece of paper towards him, which he looks at then grabs. My mouth drops open. I put my hand over my mouth to hide my growing smirk.

"You're adorable." Blondie says. "Call me sometime?"

Phil stands there, unsure what to do. He looks at me and back at the girl.

"I, uh-" Phil spits out. I cut him off.

"We're late for something. We have to go." I grab Phil's arm and take him out of the restaurant. When we're a few streets away from the restaurant, I let go of Phil's arm and look at him. He still looked completely dumbfounded and shocked.

"What just happened?" Phil asked.

"I think that girl just hit on you." I took the paper out of his hand. "Oooh Philly got her number." I teased. "You gonna ask her on a date?" Finally seeing the humor in the situation, Phil smiled.

"Keep acting like that and I might." Phil whacked my arm playfully and started walking the way to his house.

I grabbed his hand and followed him until we got to his house. We stepped inside, and felt the warm air welcome us. We took off our shoes and went up to his room. We took off our hoodies and he sat on the edge of his bed. I followed, but sat on his lap instead of next to him. I faced him, my legs on either side of him and wrapped my arms around his shoulders. His arms, of course, encircled my waist. I rested my forehead on his.

"I really really love you." Phil said to me in a whispered tone.

"I really really love you, too."

Phil pressed his lips to mine in a soft and sweet manner. My eyes slipped closed as my fingers danced across his back. I ended the kiss and nuzzled my nose into his. My eyes opened to find his looking back at me, pupils dilated. There's just something about him right now that makes him so attractive and irresistible.

X

I tilt my head and kiss him again. Shortly, our kisses became open mouthed and tongue filled. His hands leave my waist and I start to wonder why until I feel them again. This time, they're on the top of my thighs, massaging up and down, occasionally squeezing tight. I get a funny feeling in my stomach and my cheeks blaze. I can feel my heart pounding and I'm beginning to think I can feel Phil's heart, too.

Phil's hips start to grind into me and it takes me by surprise. We have never done anything like that before. I grind back into him, varying the pace and pressure. I'm not sure if we're doing anything right, but judging by how good this feels, I think we are. Phil whimpers into my mouth and grips my thighs tighter. I pull away from the kiss, needing air. Our hips slow down and we look at each other.

It feels different looking at Phil now than it ever has before. The urges to hug him and peck his perfect pink lips have been replaced by the urges that I've never had before. And let's just say they're not exactly G-rated. The thought makes me blush more and sends a shiver down my spine.

"Phil, I think I want to…" I trailed off, hoping he would understand what I was trying to say so I wouldn't have to say it. Luckily, he understood.

"I think I do, too." Phil replied.

"Really? Are you sure?" I wanted us both to be sure we were ready. This was a totally new experience for both of us. We had never even talked about sex before with each other. And considering we are each others first relationship, we'd never had sex at all. This is moderately scary.

"Yeah." Phil bit his lip. "But if we do, I think I have something we need."

My eyebrows furrowed in confusion and he gently pushed me off and got up, telling me he'd be right back. When he came back, he had a little tube in his hand. Unscented lube. He placed it on his bedside table and sat back down. I climbed on his lap again.

"Why do you have lube in your house?" I asked. He rolled his eyes.

"It's used for more than just sex, Dan." I climb back on Phil's lap and he gives me an observing look.

"What?"

"Nothing."

I kiss Phil again and am instantly met with his tongue. My tongue rubs against his, feeling its smooth, warm surface. Phil's hands knot in my hair and mine slide to the bottom of his back. As we kiss, my hands wander up his shirt and caress his unblemished back. I use this as a silent request to take off his shirt and Phil complies by breaking the kiss briefly.

I yank it off of his body and examine his chest and torso. I've seen it all before, but never in a situation like this. He fiddles with the hem of my shirt, not wanting to be the only shirtless one. My shirt then joins his on the floor and our mouths are connected again.

Our open mouths let out lips and tongues slide together as we both groan into the kiss. Slowly, Phil starts to climb backwards to the top of his bed so we can have more room. I follow, not breaking the kiss. As we do this, I feel my crotch start to throb. Phil's hands in my hair, his tongue in my mouth, his chest against mine. It all overloads my senses and I let out a strangled moan.

I decide to let my hand roam over Phil's chest, down his body, and to his crotch. Once my hand hits his clothed but hardening member, Phil breaks the kiss letting out a gasp.

I look at him and see him panting, cheeks bright red, chest rising and falling rapidly. He looks so insanely beautiful and the sight just turns me on even more. I continue to massage his crotch and he moans loudly.

"Do you know… What to do?" Phil asks, biting his lip.

"Kind of. I guess you could say I've done my research." I admit. When you're a gay, curious teenager with an Internet connection...Shit happens.

I begin to kiss down Phil's body. I start at his neck and work my way down. As I kiss down his chest, I rub my thumbs on his ribs. I kiss down his perfectly toned belly and stop. I focus my attention on the front of his jeans. I place my hands on his zipper and slide it down. I look up to see Phil watching what I do. My hand brushes over his erection and he moans. I undo his button and slowly slide his jeans off.

My erection starts to get uncomfortable in the confinement of my jeans, so I take those off and sigh in relief. My eyes trail up Phil's body and straddle his stomach, put my hands on either side of his head, and kiss him.

This is the most needy kiss I've ever shared. Our lips clash and our tongues slam together. Our moans mix and become one and I am no longer able to think about anything other than Phil. I can feel pre-cum already leaking through my boxers. The slight friction my boxers are giving off feels so good. I pull away and grab the lube from Phil's bedside table.

"Ready?" I ask. Phil nods.

"I'm just kind of nervous." Phil admits.

"It's okay, so am I."

"Will- will it hurt?"

"I think so at first, but I'll be really gentle. If you want me to stop, I'll stop."

Phil nods and I get down to business. I ghost my fingers over the band of his boxers, dipping my fingers inside and pulling them down. His boxers end up on the floor and I'm left to stare at his erection. I see that Phil's leaking as well and his cock is long and thick. The sight makes me moan.

I cover my fingers in the lube and set it down. I bend Phil's legs and slowly push one finger inside of him. He groans and his cheeks turn light pink. I move my finger in and out, creating a steady pace. When he looks well adjusted, I add a second one. He gasps and I bit my lip. I never thought someone could be this hot to me.

"You doing okay, Phil?" I ask. I really don't want to hurt him.

"Feels weird."

"Should I stop?"

"No." He breathes heavily.

Phil starts to push back against my fingers, so I add a third. I thrust them in and out when he looks ready and spread them apart a little bit. Soon, my fingers are easily sliding in and out of him and he looks at me.

"Dan, I- I think I'm ready." Phil whimpers.

I remove my fingers and grab the lube again. I put some around Phil's entrance and begin to remove my boxers. I've never been more turned on in my life and I'm so hard that it's almost painful. Once they're off, I look up at Phil. He's staring at my uncovered crotch and his hand is wrapped around his cock. I'll be damned if that isn't the hottest thing I've ever seen.

I lather my cock in the lube and toss it to the side. I position myself and get ready to enter. His hands are now on either side of him, gripping his sheets.

"Remember, I'll stop if you want me to." I remind him. He nods and I finally enter him.

I push in my tip and will myself to not go any further. I squeeze my eyes shut and open them again. This already feels absolutely amazing.

"More." Phil says, his body tense.

I move in a little more and watch his face as he takes it all in. His chest puffs up and stops moving as he holds his breath. I push my hand into his.

"Breathe. Squeeze my hand." Phil does this and lets himself breathe. His hands squeezes mine so hard that I think he's going to break it. His grip loosens and his chest rises and falls as normal.

"More."

I push all the way in, slowly. He moans and his head rolls back, both hands tightening their grips. Once Phil seems to be adjusted, he requests me to start moving. For Phil's sake, I gently pull out halfway and thrust back in slowly. I continue this slow and steady pattern until Phil tells me to go faster. I pull out more of my length and go faster.

"Dan!" Phil moans my name and it's like music to my ears. I've never heard a more beautiful sound. It makes me moan and thrust harder and faster.

My hands grip Phil's hips to steady myself as I continue to thrust into him. One of his hands is back on his leaking cock and the other is still gripping the sheets, only this time out of pleasure rather than pain.

"Oh god, Phil!" I ram my hips into his body and every time we connect, I hear our skin meet. I gently push Phil's hand away from his cock and replace it with my own. I pump it up and down, fast but in time with my thrusts. Phil's moans are practically screams now, and mine are as loud as his.

"Dan! Right there!" I angle myself so I'm thrusting constantly in the same place, which I'm assuming was Phil's prostate.

Phil starts to thrust his hips hard against mine, forcing myself deeper into him. I moan into the room as I think I see stars. I've never felt better in my entire life. I feel a hot, tight sensation in my lower stomach and I speed up my thrusts.

"Phil! I'm so close!" I scream.

"Me too!"

I move my hand up and down Phil's cock faster and faster until he's coming all over my hand with a cry.

"Dan!"

I watch his face as he orgasms, which sends me into mine. I felt that tightness in my stomach loosen as I reached my climax, screaming Phil's name.

When I had finished my orgasm, I leaned over Phil's body and kissed him passionately. When we broke apart, I gently pulled out of him. He groaned at the loss of contact. Phil reached over to his bedside table and handed me a tissue. I cleaned off my hand and Phil's stomach, tossing the tissue somewhere near his garbage can. I flopped down next to him and held him close.

"That was absolutely amazing." Phil said.

"I never thought I could feel like that." I responded. "I love you."

"I love you, too."

X

Phil and I stayed in his bed just cuddling for a whole hour. We had both gotten pretty sweaty, so we both took showers and changed clothes. When we were both showered and dressed, it was around dinner time, so we just decided to do the simple thing and order a pizza.

We had an extremely lazy night, just watching movies and cuddling. The best kind of nights if you ask me. His mum got home just when she said she would. Phil and I held in our giggles as she left Phil's room. She'd never know what went on in here today.

Phil and I were quite tired, so we decided to go to bed early. Well, early for us. We hopped into bed at 1 in the morning, cuddling up in a warm embrace. Phil and I were in a spooning position, he being the big spoon.

"There's no one in the world I'd rather be with than you." Phil said to me.

"There's no one I'd rather be with either." Phil placed a long kiss on the back of my neck. I closed my eyes, content.

"You know, I never really believed in love. I didn't think it was real."

"Really?"

"Yeah." Phil answered. "But then I met you. And you know what happened?"

"What?"

"I started to believe."

Yes, I know. Both of my smuts lately have had Dan as the top and we all know Phil tops so… I prefer writing Dom Phil stories, but I feel like that wouldn't really make sense with this story, so it had to be Dom Dan and ugh. I will write a Dom Phil one shot soon, I swear. Anyways, I have an announcement!

So, people who read my last story got to participate in this, but this will be something new for some of you. When this story is over, I will post a bonus chapter answering questions from you guys. You ask me any questions you have about this story, me, Dan and Phil, anything at all! I will answer every single one of them. There is no limit to how many you can ask. [The more the merrier so ask tons]. You can PM me a question, leave one in a review, or tweet me. You have until the story ends to ask me things. Hope you guys send me questions! Thanks!

-Natalie