The trip home was quiet. Phil could only hear the thrum of the engine, and the sound of the tyres against the road. His parent were pleased, he could tell.

When he'd gotten down, Dan soon followed him, a small smile on his face as he followed Phil back into their house.

"Goodbye." Was all he'd said as he clapped Phil on the back, making Phil smile and repeat Dan's words, before the boy made his way shyly up the stairs.

Dan was confusing. He had mood swings, and Phil didn't know what to make of it. One minute, Dan is confident and seductive, the next he's careful and loving, the next he's shy and adorable, the next, there were too many words to describe Dan. He was everything at once, like he couldn't decide which personality he wanted. Phil didn't know if he loved that about him, or hated it.

After all these years, he'd forgotten how Dan really was, and only seen him as the popular heartbreaker, a jerk, not funny at all. He'd seen every quality he hated in people, and it was all because Dan was popular. All because he put up a front at school. That was why he was so confused by him now. What was his game? What was he thinking? Phil had no idea anymore, and that frustrated him immensely.

Phil sighed happily as he looked out of the window. He tried to ignore the look he saw his parents share, but couldn't help but see the smile on his mother's face, and the smirk on his father's.

"So Phillip, I assume your day was pleasant?" His father asked, still smirking as he turned into the next street.

"Oh... Uhm... yeah..." Phil mumbled, blushing as he moved his gaze to the floor of the car. "I had fun..."

"That's good. I told you Dan wouldn't hate you if you just talked to him!" His mother chirped. She seemed a lot happier about this than Phil was. Probably because she thought him and Dan were friends now, and that in turn, Phil would become friends with Dan's friends. She probably thought he'd become popular.

He wouldn't.

Once the summer was over, Dan would go back to ignoring him at school. What would happen then? Would they sneak kisses at every chance? Would they hug? Hold hands in private? What would they do behind closed doors?

Phil hoped Dan didn't expect sex. He was obviously a bottom, and he somehow knew how much it hurt to take. He thinks he can remember looking it up when he was younger. He'd have to research it again, if there were any more websites that the government hadn't paid to get rid of yet.

He's so consumed by his thoughts, that he's home before he realises. His mother taps on his window and smiles at him, bringing Phil out of his thoughts, as he quickly undid his seatbelt, and climbed out of the car.

When inside, Phil kicked off his shoes, and ran upstairs, flinging himself into his room and onto his bed. He buried his face in his pillow, sighing as he hugged it close. He was tired, but he had stuff to do.

Phil reluctantly rolled out of his bed, and opened his window to let the air in. He stood at his window for a little while, his eyes fluttering closed as he let out a content sigh. The wind was rushing through him at just the right temperature. He moved away after a few minutes, quickly taking off his shirt, and chucking it to the ground, before kicking his door shut.

It was good thinking to put his desk underneath his window, now he could work on his writing in peace. It wasn't homework, or anything like that, he just loved to write, so he did.

He was currently writing a novel about two best friends, they were both boys, and they had feelings for each other. They had to keep their relationship a secret though, because in their world, loving people of the same gender was taboo, forbidden.

Funny how he wrote his life without realising it.

He put his glasses on, and began to work, finally getting to the scene he's been thinking about for weeks. The first sex scene. He tries to keep it simple, and imply most things.

Soon, though, he got lost in his writing, and he was describing all the little touches, the breathy moans, and just how good it felt to have someone inside you. His breathing was laboured, and he swallowed, continuing to write until the boys reached their climax.

He leant back in his chair, whimpering. He somehow managed to get his hand inside his pants while typing. It was a subconscious thing.

He realised how hard he was though, as his eyes fluttered closed, and he finally moved his hand. He let out a moan, and bucked his hips, seeing chocolate eyes and mussed up hair behind his eyelids. He decided to let the fantasy fuel his fire, and soon, he was close.

He came after a few more firm strokes, whimpering someone's name. He couldn't get that fantasy out of his mind, it was probably the only thing that's ever made him cum so hard.

There's a tanned, sweaty body above him, the boy is panting as he thrusts forward, making Phil cry out in absolute pleasure.

Sweet, luscious, pink lips are attached to his neck, gently sucking, licking, biting as they moved lower. Phil gasps slightly as his lover nibbles on his collarbone, before moving again, this time to his nipples. Phil can't contain an ecstatic moan as the lips close around the bud, sucking it until it was hard, as slender fingers rolled his other nipple between two fingers.

Phil's overwhelmed as he tangles his finger in dark hair, curly from sweat, bucking his hips and feeling his lover hit that spot.

"D-Dan!" He cries, letting a string of moans slip from his mouth as he tugged on the boy's hair.

The boy looks up, a smile on his pretty, flushed face. Its Dan looking back at Phil, and he can't help but think that anyone else would seem wrong. So, he smiles as well, as the brunette lifts his head up, and they're kissing. Its slow and sensual, but its so heated, and Phil can already feel the coil in his stomach as Dan speeds up his thrusts, hitting that spot over and over and over.

His hand strokes Phil's member in time with his thrusts, and Phil is soon stumbling over the edge, yelling Dan's name repeatedly as he bucked his hips, and spurted his load all over his chest.

Dan smiles, and begins licking it away, before he follows Phil, cumming deep inside him, and Phil whimpers weakly at the sensation, already sensitive and limp underneath Dan's attentions.

Phil shakes his head as he pants, trying to get the thoughts out of his head before he gets hard again. He wipes away the sweat that's collected on his forehead, reaching over, and wiping away his cum, before tucking himself back in his boxers, and zipping up his trousers.

Did he seriously just fantasize about him and Dan having sex? They'd barely been together a day, and Phil was already horny. He'd have to deal with it though, because he didn't want to give his first time to Dan unless he was absolutely sure he was ready.

He wanted it to be right, he wanted it to be romantic and perfect and everything he's dreamed of. Maybe Dan didn't want that, but he wasn't going to convince him otherwise. Even if Dan's claim that he was still a virgin was true, Phil wasn't prepared to have sex with Dan for the first time, anywhere other than a bed. He was not going to let his first time be in a car just because they were horny.

That didn't mean handjobs and blowjobs were off the table if they got desperate. After all, they were horny teenagers.

Phil sighs a little as he chucks the tissues in the bin and stands up, stretching his arms out, and humming contently. He opened his eyes, while he was stretching, to see a guy across the road staring at him funnily. He shivered and moved away from the window, onto the bed. Had that creepy guy seen him? God Phil hoped not, that'd be weird and uncomfortable.

He groaned as he buried his face in his pillow, curling under the blankets, because it was getting dark, and it was already chilly. Funny how the weather changes so quickly in England. He's just about to fall into a comfortable sleep when-

*BEEP*

Its his phone, and he groans as he rolls over to grab it.

Dan: Hey. Its Dan. I was wondering if maybe you'd like to come over this weekend? Maybe we could do something :)

Dan. Of course. Of course it was Dan who woke him from his half-slumber. Of course it was the boy he was trying to ignore in his thoughts. After all, he still didn't know what he was to Dan, and he didn't like that.

Phil: How did you get my number?

He's kind of annoyed because Dan woke him up, but he knows that Dan was probably nervous about texting him, and its not like he knew Phil was asleep anyway.

Dan: Maybe I'll tell you if you come over this weekend. ;)

Phil rolled his eyes, sighing as he smiled fondly.

Phil: Ugh. Fine. What are we going to do anyway?

Maybe he was being a bit rough, but Dan was flirting, and it kind of made Phil uncomfortable, even though some part of him found it satisfying.

Dan: Yay! :D And I don't know. Got anything in mind marshmallow? ;)

Phil blushed as he read Dan's reply. He hadn't been called marshmallow since Dan and him stopped being friends.

There was a long story about the name, but now isn't really the time to tell it.

Phil: I thought we agreed not to call me that /Danny/?

By this point his face was a dark red as he thought of all the times Dan had called him marshmallow, and how intimate it sounded to him now. He could just imagine Dan calling him marshmallow as their orgasms faded away, his hands holding him in a gentle embrace as he leant forward.

He shouldn't be thinking this. But he is. And he's biting his lip because he so wants it to happen, he's almost desperate for it.

Dan: But /marshmallow/ :c you know I love using that nickname. It suits you so well!

Phil: But /Danny/:P

Dan:I'm okay with you calling me Danny =D its only when other people try to call me it that I get annoyed.

Phil:... Is that supposed to be cute?

Dan: Yeah.

Phil:... It kinda is.:s

Dan: You're kinda cute, too, marshmallow. ;)

Phil: shut up...

Dan: N'aw, I bet you're blushing now, aren't you.

Phil: ...

Dan: You are! You're blushing, you cutie.

Phil: Ugh that's it. I'm going to bed.

Dan: Nooo! But you're so cute!

Phil: Eh.

Dan: Phillip. You are adorable.

Phil: Not really. But anyways, I do have to go to bed, I'm dead tired and I was almost asleep when you texted me.

Dan: Oh really? Sorry.

Phil: Its alright, its not like you knew.

Phil: Anyways, good night Dan. :)

Dan: Goodnight Marshmallow. 3 (A/N: Because 's a bitch, I have to tell you that's a heart)

Phil blushed as he turned off his phone, and snuggled under his blankets. He wasn't as tired as before, but it didn't take long for him to fall asleep.

He dreamt about him and Dan together, among other innocent things that filled his mind.

Wow. This chapter was actually good. Its a bit of a filler, though we made some progress, Dan and Phil are texting, and Phil's going to see him on the weekend!

Oh and we had a little bit of smut (is it even smut if its just a fantasy?), some masturbation and just general awesomeness! ^_^

I really liked writing this chapter, and I hope you enjoyed reading it, too. I'm loving these long chapters :3

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