A/N: Okay I’m sorry this is so horrendously late etc etc etc! Anyway I hope you enjoy it haha, thankyou to an anonymous follower who helped me with writing the smut! (as I’m so bad it’s unbelievable)
Summary: Dan is an American teenage boy living in San Diego, who goes on an exchange field trip to England. But who’s his exchange student? Read on to find out more!
WARNING: Contains smut.
DISCLAIMER: Obviously (and unfortunately) everything I have written is entirely fictional. I am not claiming Phan is real.
“Ugh.” I collapsed down onto the bed, completely physically and emotionally drained.
Phil let out a small sigh as he mirrored my actions, neither of us knowing what to say, or do next.
“Well, I’m glad that’s over.” Phil commented, staring into space as he thought about all the repaying and agreements we had to make with the manager. Seeing the manager in his dressing gown did make things slightly more comical, though. As it was past 2AM.
“I-I’m so sorry, Phil…” I apologized in a hoarse voice after a few more minutes, all the reflections on what I had done suddenly came flooding back to haunt me, at once.
“Oh, Dan…” Phil began.
“No, I really, really am.“ I croaked. “I don’t know what came over me. I was so immature to you, and I didn‘t listen, and I was just so fucking rude, and…” I could feel the tightness in my throat with the guilt and realization of what I had done.
“No, no… don’t feel bad, please…” Phil protested, wrapping his arms around me. I tensed up for a few moments, before giving in and letting myself relax against him, my head nuzzled into his chest.
“But I do…” Tears started welling up in my eyes. “I was such a cunt to you, and you really didn’t deserve it! You were only trying to help, right? And I was just so fucki-”
I was cut off by Phil’s lips, shutting me up mid-sentence. He gently worked his lips against mine, kissing me softly until I had calmed slightly.
“Shhh…” He put his finger up against my lips before I could say anything more, his eyes piercing into my own. “It’s okay, Dan. Really. I shouldn’t have got you so worked up.” He cuddled me even closer, stroking circles into my back to soothe me. Which helped, but also brought something else to mind. It was the perfect opportunity; in a few days we would have to come back to the area I lived in and give everyone a feeble explanation. I knew Phil’s friends would understand, but I wasn’t too sure about mine.
“Stop worrying.” Phil ordered, as if he could actually see straight into my mind. I began letting my hands travel down his slim, pale frame innocently, until I reached the waistband of his boxers, my hands beginning to shake.
With a gasp, Phil suddenly realized what I was getting at, and he tried to shuffle away from my contact, much to my dismay.
“Not tonight, Dan.” Phil mumbled.
I whined at the rejection, racking my brains on how to get round him. I knew, deep down, that tonight I was ready. Ready to do this. Especially as we were sober, and would therefore probably enjoy it a lot more than we would have done on ‘that’ fateful night.
“Phil” I whispered airily, pressing my lips up against his neck. I was doing my best to put the long-forgotten techniques I had used on my “friend with benefits” a few years ago, who was also a boy. We only ever ended up doing anything after a few too many drinks, which made looking back on it, years later to remember the things we even did, increasingly hard. I had already talked to Phil about my lack of experience, and he handled the matter in a very gentle and understanding way.
I began working my way down, biting and sucking on various patches of his skin until they left small purple marks dotted around the pale complexion around his neck. After a moment of trying, he suddenly let out a repressed moan of need.
“Please… no, Dan…” He struggled to fight his corner as I made my way down his collarbones. I gave another small whine as he tried to push me away one final time.
After a few small kisses of protest, I pulled away, hurt that he didn’t want to do this with me. I had spent all my time with him gearing myself up for it, and the one free night we have looked uneventfully boring, in that sense.
“Okay.” I muttered in a small voice, trying not to let it get to me too much as I made myself comfortable on my side of the bed, thinking about going to sleep.
Phil stared into space, thinking for a few minutes, before sighing, and turning to me.
He stared at my expression, biting his lip thoughtfully.
“What…?” I whispered as I tried to work out what he was doing.
“Come here.” He beckoned me softly with his finger. “I just want to try something out.”
My heartbeat increased as I slowly brought my face up close to his. We explored each other’s eyes, as he gently placed his hand on my cheek, stroking down my sensitive skin as if he had just discovered I was a real person.
I could hear him swallow, wondering if he was just as nervous as me despite experience differences.
He took a deep breath, leaning in until our lips met in a very soft, uneven kiss. After less than a second, he broke it off, staring into my eyes again, searching for even the slightest trace of nerves from me.
I gave him the tinest nod of plead, staring at his lips, which I was craving so badly.
He breathed out in a small sigh, and reconnected our lips. He took everything painfully slowly, and although I knew it was just because he cared about me, I had made up my mind, and I was 100% sure I wanted to do this.
We continued on like this, just kissing and brushing our hands up against each other’s faces for a few moments, before the tension was past unbearable.
“Phil…” I gasped, as I felt his hand travel all the way down my body. “Please, Phil.”
Phil gave me one final kiss, before looking into my eyes again. “I don’t know…You’re erm, you’re sure about this, right…?” He checked.
“Yes, I’m completely sure. I promise.” I reassured him. “I need you.”
Phil bit his lip again, knowing it drove me insane.
“Okay… but if you’re not comfortable with anything, please just tell me. I don’t want you doing anything you don’t want to.” He shakes his head at me. “Okay?”
I nod at him. “Okay.”
I completely caved in with the tension between us. I pressed my lips up against his, immediately kissing him with forceful passion. I couldn’t take it anymore.
He kissed me back almost immediately, letting out little groans as our lips collided together, wanting to do something we had both been craving ever since the night we were thrown out of the house. Or, even ever since I first met him.
He opened his mouth and slowly pushed his tongue straight between my lips, tangling up with my own. I deepened the kiss even further, tilting my head and shutting my eyes with the intense feeing of Phil’s mouth on my own. He tasted incredible.
He pulled me up tighter against him until our bare chests were rubbing together, arms completely entwined in each other and moaning into each other’s mouths. His hands travelled down my body, until he reached the waistband of my tracksuit pants.
He paused, glancing up for my consent. I nodded, my stomach flipping as I felt his hands grip the material and pull it off gradually, giving me flashbacks to the night at my house, the last night we tried to do this. Although this time, no one could walk in on us, especially as we had made use of the suspicious-looking “DO NOT DISTURB” door signs that came with the motel room.
Once we were both stripped from our clothing, Phil rolled me over underneath him, and began palming my naked crotch. I bit my lip at the sudden contact, trying not to moan loudly at such a mild contact. He took hold of my length, and gently slid his hand up and down, the blood suddenly rushing south as I gasped into the kiss.
“Wait.” I stopped him halfway with a worried look flashing across my face.
“What?” Phil dropped his grip as if I was burning hot.
“Do we have any… you know…”
A smile tugged on Phil’s lips at the realization of what I meant, and not that I wanted to stop right now.
“Good job I’m always prepared, then.” He muttered, rolling over to the bedside cabinet, opening it, and pulling out an intimidating looking bottle.
I glanced back at him, smiling and nibbling at my lip, trying not to let my anxiety break the passion.
Phil propped his arm up on one of the pillows next to my head, stroking my hair as he removed the lid off the bottle. Keeping eye contact to make sure I was comfortable with this, he pumped the cherry scented liquid into his hand a couple of times, rubbing his fingers together to warm it up for me.
Without words, he brought his hand down to my entrance, teasing me with his skilled fingers as my breath caught in my throat.
He pressed one finger down, until it gradually started to slide into me.
“Phil…” I gasped at the unfamiliar sensation, which was a half-lie. I had done this to myself before. Thinking about him.
He slid it back out, and then in again, repeatedly until I had gotten used to it.
To distract me from the second finger he stretched into me, he leant down and began kissing me roughly. I moaned at the sensation, trying to ignore the slight pain I was beginning to feel as he moved the fingers in and out of my body at a steady rhythm. He began to scissor his fingers, trying to stretch me even further, and I anticipated that I’d probably be needing it.
“O-Oh my god…” I sighed out as he removed his fingers from inside me, and grabbed the bottle, squeezing the liquid out and coating his own erection in it, as I watched with wide eyes. He was… a lot bigger than I had anticipated, and my chest tightened at the thought of having to take all of that in me.
Phil noticed the change in my expression, and once he had finished dealing with himself, he gave me a small kiss on the forehead.
“Are you sure you want to do this? I know this is your f-”
“I want to.” I cut him off, staring up into his eyes. “I want to do it. With you.”
Phil’s face broke out into a smile, appreciating the pure love and trust I was prepared to be putting into him for this.
“Okay, but just yell if I’m hurting you.” He whispers, lining himself up with me. I grabbed onto his shoulders, squeezing my fingers into his pale skin in preparation.
Very slowly, he began pushing himself into me, breaking through my virginity in that area. I let out a sharp gasp at the sudden pain, although it wasn’t unbearable. He paused, letting me adjust before he went any further.
“Are you okay?” He asked, stopping again.
“Yeah…” I breathed. “Just, move. Please.”
He bit his lip at the feeling of my tightness around his cock, and began sliding himself in further, watching my expression for any signs of real pain. I dug my nails into him as I whimpered slightly at the uncomfortable sensation.
“Can I move?” He panted, taking extra care with what he was doing. I gulped, letting myself adjust again, before giving him a nod of approval.
He took extra care with moving out again, being as gentle as he could possibly make it. I squeezed on his shoulder again, biting down hard on my lip.
“Oh-hh…” I groaned as he slid back into me again, clenching myself around him.
Beads of sweat were forming on Phil’s forehead with the sheer concentration of not hurting me, and aside from all the intense feelings I was experiencing right now, my heart melted with the realization of how much he really did care about me.
“Are you sure this is okay, Dan? I don’t want to h-”
“No, Phil.” I moaned. “It’s fine. Really.”
He paused for a moment, before sliding back into me again. This time, the pleasure was fortunately beginning to outweigh the pain, much to my relief. Phil grunted, beginning to build up more of a rhythm, although it was still very slow, giving me plenty of time to recollect myself.
“F-fuck…” I swore under my breath, in absolute disbelief of how good he was. He thrust back into me several times, before angling himself, and hitting a spot. I cried out, my vision beginning to blur as I arched my back with pleasure.
“O-Oh my fuck, Phil!” I gasped once I had composed myself. “What the fuck was that?!”
“I hit your prostate.” Phil mumbled with a sly smirk, lowering himself down to plant kisses onto my open mouth.
“Oh, god.” I replied with my tongue into his mouth, silently begging for him to do it again. He returned the kiss, before positioning himself, and grinding back into me again, repeating the same overwhelming sensation again.
“Fu-u-ck…” I choked out, grabbing handfuls of the duvet in my fists as he began to move faster into me, grabbing hold of my cock and pumping it up and down. He moaned sexily as I bit down on his lip, tugging at his skin with my teeth. At every hit to my prostate, I bucked into his hand, arching my back each time and crying out loudly. With the walls so paper thin, we both silently hoped that the guests next door were either out, or conveniently asleep. Either way, we were probably waking them up.
“C-close…” I stuttered, my breathing heavy with pleasure as I heard Phil moan in response on top of me. He brought his lips down to my neck, biting down on my skin and leaving purple hickeys, but I was too consumed in pleasure to think about how I was going to hide them.
We were on the brink of orgasm, when, suddenly, Phil felt something crack beneath us. By ignoring it and fucking me even harder, the bed frame began to suddenly weaken, and with a final creak in protest, completely caved in underneath us. Phil lost his balance on top of me, and we collapsed in a heap, along with the bed.
Which, resulting in our rough sex, we had broken.
