The rest of the day, both of the boys just stayed in their rooms. Dan ended up shutting his door and hiding away all day and Phil did the same. When the bus stopped to let them get something to eat, they sat at different tables. Dan went back to his room and shut the door. He pondered how the hell he was going to fix this. He heard Phil turn on his TV. Dan thought to himself How do I go about doing this, should I just confront him?. He decided that he should just wait til morning. Dan gets in his bed and grabs his laptop, he scrolls through Tumblr for about four hours before actually falling asleep.

Dan was sitting in the livingroom part of the bus when Phil came out of his room in just some pajama bottoms. He was sporting morning wood and didn't even seem to care. Dan subconsciously bit his lip and looked Phil up and down. Dan could feel himself hardening, which would be the last thing he wanted to do. Dan could always blame morning wood as well if Phil saw, but Phil would have noticed it wasn't there when he first walked out. Dan shifted in his seat and crossed his legs trying to hide his arousal. Dan could feel himself throbbing, this wasn't the first time Dan's seen Phil with morning wood, but for some reason this was different. Dan put a pillow over his lap and he heard a snicker come from Phil as he glanced over his shoulder.

"Having troubles Daniel?" Phil smirked and turned to face Dan. His face turned a scarlet colour as Phil asked. Dan could feel himself slightly sweating and his heartbeat picked up.

"W-why would I be having p-problems Phil?" Dan asked, Phil seemed slightly amused. Phil made eye contact with Dan before smirking and gesturing downward. Dan looked down at his shame. He was still going to try and deny it, "I-I... ummm..." Dan said before awkwardly getting up and trying to dart to his room with his arms over his crotch. Before he could reach it, he felt Phil grab him and slam him against the wall of the bus.

"Where do you think you're going with that Danny boy?" Phil asked titling his head the slightest bit. Dan looked Phil dead in the eyes and gulped. Dan felt a pressure on his erection all of a sudden. Phil was palming him. Dan left out a moan and quickly tried to put his hand over his mouth in embarrassment, but soon enough, Phil grabbed the hand away from Dan's mouth and put it behind his back, "I want to hear every sluty noise coming out of that pretty little mouth of yours." Dan shut his eyes and let his head fall back. Moaning again as Phil gave his throbbing member a squeeze.

"S-shit, Phil. Fuck-" Dan groaned. Phil seemed to be happy with the response, so he slipped a hand in Dan's boxers and grabbed him. Dan's breath hitched and he trembled with pleasure. Phil started pumping him fast and rapid. Dan felt a tightening in his stomach and whimpered, "I'm c-close Phil... Shit." Phil stopped all of a sudden and pulled his own pants down to his thighs. Of course he wasn't wearing any boxers.

"Suck, princess," Phil said and gestured to his erection. Dan nodded and got on his knees. He licked Phil's slit, soon taking most of him in his mouth. Dan tried to get as much of Phil in his throat as he could, but Phil was so goddamn big. Dan gagged once or twice before Phil pushed him off, "Stand up and face the wall." Dan did what he was told, he soon felt Phil tracing his entrance with his finger. Soon enough he put one finger in Dan and started pumping it in and out.

"Fuck, Phil! Shit." Dan moaned. His cock was aching so he grabbed it and started pumping. Phil swatted Dan's hand away and pulled out his fingers. He gave Dan's ass a slap and said;

"This is mine, and you are not aloud to touch it unless I say you can." Dan felt even more turned on by how dominate Phil was being. This was a hot, dark side of Phil that Dan had never seen. Soon Phil continued his previous activities on Dan. He felt Phil line himself up with Dan's hole, when all of a sudden everything started going white..

Dan woke up in a violent sweat and with a throbbing hard on. Of course it was a dream. Why would Phil ever actually want him. When Dan finally sat up, he tried to ignore the aching between his legs. Then he noticed it. His door was open. He shut it before he went to bed. Dan tucked his erection in his waistband and put a shirt on. He walked peered out his door to see Phil awkwardly sitting in the livingroom. He looked flustered. Dan walked in and sat at the table away from Phil making sure his crotch wasn't seen. Phil wouldn't make eye contact.

"So... should we talk about that thing that happened... This silence is deafening." Dan said. Phil flinched slightly when Dan started talking. Dan looked around the room waiting for Phil to answer.

"We have a show at seven tonight." Phil said blantly. Dan looked confused. Phil completely ignored his question.

"Phil, we need to talk... I don't want to I mean. It's bloody awkward, but we're going to have problems if we don't," Dan said. Dan was shaking with slight anxiety. Phil actually made eye contact Dan for a split second before looking at the floor again.

"Oh I'm sorry, I'm just trying to ignore the fact that I just heard my best friend moaning my name and rutting up against his bed," Phil hissed. He sounded pissed. Dan turned a deep shade of red. That's why my door was open. Dan didn't know what to do at this point. Dan started to stir uncomfortably in his seat. Phil started to speak up again, "I bet you're still sporting a hard on right now. If you're going to wank at least do it in the shower so I don't hear you."

"Fuck you." Dan harshly said.

"Apparently, you wish." Phil said and glanced up at Dan. Dan felt his heart fall out of his chest. Why was Phil being so cold-hearted and mean. Dan no longer was hard and felt tears collecting in his eyes. He got up and went to his room and shut the door. Once he got in his bed he curled up under his covers and weeped. He was trying to be quiet. He was shaking and felt even ill. Dan heard someone knock on his door. He knew who it was.

"Dan, please can I come in. I didn't mean to upset you. I was just frustrated." Phil said.

"Fuck off and leave me alone!" Dan whimpered out. He heard the door open. Dan stayed silent. He felt someone rubbing his back. Now usually this would make Dan all flustered, but right now it made him mad. "That was not an invitation for you to touch me, asshole!" Dan yelled. Phil took his hand away and stood up.

"Well the sounds you were making this morning weren't exactly making it sound like you wanted dream me to stop touching you!" Phil raised his voice. That was a low blow. Dan felt more tears stream down his red stained cheeks.

"Get the fuck out of my room!" Dan yelled back. Phil stood up and slammed Dan's door shut. Dan curled back into a ball and weep quietly. He heard Phil start playing music really loud. He was probably doing it so Dan couldn't nap. Dan stopped crying and went to the bathroom. He started playing his angriest music he had and looked in the mirror. He frowned at himself for looking so weak. Dan stood in the bathroom for about seven minutes before going to Phil's room. Dan ripped open the door and stormed in.

"Now listen to me asshole! Don't flatter---," Dan stopped himself to register what was happening, "Are you Fucking wanking yourself off in here?!" Dan stood there astonished as he saw Phil scramble to hide under the covers. Phil was a bright red. Dan felt his dick twitch slightly.

"This wasn't because of you." Phil blurted out. His eyes looked so innocent, being what he was doing. Dan left the room and shut the door seeing the tent growing in his own jeans. Now if Phil saw that, that would be bad.

{ How many bottles of: whiskey, vodka, cider and rum were drank today I wonder? Ha ha ha!!! Holy shit, this chapter turned out weirder than I thought it would be! Crap... leave a comment saying how many times you cringed during this lovely piece of creative writing. Ha! I'm sorry, I can't say this with a straight face!!! I think I cringed around 4 million times! And when you can cringe at your own work, you know it's a piece of shit! *Frost.exe has stopped working, please try again later.* }
Signing out,
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