prompt: Southview Boarding School isn’t a castle and Phil Lester isn’t royalty, but he has everything. His father owns the school, he’s popular, has the best room, gets all the best treatment – there are very few things that aren’t handed to him on a platter. Dan is a cleaner/Phil’s personal maid there, and he isn’t as lucky. Everyone seems to take an aversion to the outsider, including Phil (at first).
HEY I’m surprised I manage to get this up tbh England has literally been burning these past few days and it’s been so HOT and difficult to write but SOMEHOW I MANAGED IT GO ME
omg someone outside is having a really loud argument over the phone it’s so DISTRACTING can they keep it down for 4 seconds whilst I SIN please
anyway I hope this is ok!! sorry this chapter’s a lil shorter than usual I promise there’s gonna be more to the story than the Pure unadulterated sin that keeps happening hahah but yeah there’s still a lot I have planned for this fic!! This is literally so fun to write thank you all so so much for ur constant support and messages with this fic it honestly means the world ily all
aaaaaanyway on with the horny rich kids
warnings: smuttttttty smut (get ur bibles ready kids), alcohol, that’s p much it i think
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Eighteen
“Really?”
Phil can hear his heartbeat in his ears, drumming into his head with dull thuds. His breath catches in his throat like a hook.
Dan glances up at him, all dark eyes and messy hair. “Yeah. Really.”
His fingers slide through Phil’s fringe, combing it back off of his forehead and Phil feels goose bumps sprinkle his skin.
“I mean-…” Phil bites back a gasp. “Are you-… like, are you sure?”
“Sure about what?” Dan mumbles, shuffling up closer and sliding his thigh up between Phil’s legs. “About leaving the talking ‘till tomorrow, or about the fact that I’m still somehow ridiculously turned on thanks to your stupid dancing?” he smirks, watching as Phil gulps, trying to mask his sharp intake of breath at the sudden pressure. “Because- well, it’s yes to both.”
“Oh my god,” Phil shudders out a breath, trying not to think about how fucking sexy Dan’s voice is with that raspy scratch whenever he’s sleepy or horny or trying to be quiet. Or, in this case, all three. “Same. I mean- me too. I just don’t wanna, you know, rush into anything.”
“Phil,” Dan smirks. “We’ve been holding ourselves back from each other for weeks. I don’t particularly call that ‘rushing’ anything.”
“True,” Phil grins, kissing Dan with soft little pecks. “I mean- I’m up for- well, anything. I just don’t wanna do anything you don’t, y’know?”
“I appreciate that,” Dan nods.
They kiss again, slower this time, before Phil breaks it off to say something.
“So. How far exactly are we gonna take this?”