Why'd you only call me when you're high? (Phan)

Why'd you only call me when you're high?

I took his shirt off and led him towards his room. I could feel the excitement radiating off of him. I smirked and closed the door.

He licked his lips and sat on the bed, looking up at me innocently. I walked up to him and started kissing him again. He unbottoned my shirt and threw it out somewhere around the room.

I pushed him on his back and started trailing kisses down his body, I sucked on his nipples and he gasped and pulled my hair to which I groaned in response. I got to his sweatpants and started palming him, he let a chorus of moans asking for more. "D-don't you dare to fucking stop," another moan "p-please just fuck me".

I smirked and took off his sweatpants. The little shit wasn't even wearing any underwear. "Such a slut, aren't you?" I whispered in his ear "So eager to be fucked you didn't even put underwear on, isn't that right, baby boy?"

He bucked his hips and moaned. He was so responsive. I started trailing kisses along his lower stomach and bit his hipbones. He was getting more desperate each passing minute. "Come on," he moaned "do something".

I smirked, "Patience is a virtue, Daniel".

He whined, "I don't care, just fuck me already".

I grabbed the lube that was on the nightstand and took off my pants and boxers. I poured the lube on my hand and pressed a finger on his entrance.

He moaned loudly and started thrusting back to meet my finger. "M-more," he pleaded "p-please!" I added a second finger and started scissoring them, looking for his prostate. When I added a third finger, he suddenly arched his back and let out a high-pitched moan. "Yes, right there," he squirmed "don't stop!"

I stopped and slid my fingers out of him. "Phil!" he whined.

I grabbed the lube again and rubbed myself before pressing against his entrance. He thrusted back, desperate for some friction. I smirked, "What do you want, sweetheart?"

He whimpered and thrusted back, "Please". I leaned down and whispered in his left ear, "Use your words, darling" I nibbled his earlobe.

He groaned, "You know what I want, Phil" he looked at me impatiently "So please just fuck me as hard and fast as you can". I pushed all the way in and let out a groan just as he sighed in relief. "Can I move?" I asked him.

He nodded furiously and I started moving. His hips met mine and a chorus of high-pitched moans kept spilling out of his mouth. I pushed his legs to his chest to get a better angle and started kissing him again.

Soon enough, I found his prostate again. He bit his lip and closed his eyes, "Yes!" He practically screamed. I kept thrusting in the same spot, loving those sweet noises he was making.

I knew he was getting close and I could also feel my own orgasm building up. He kissed me again and whispered, "Don't stop".

I didn't. Instead I pushed my hips harder and let myself go completely.

My thrusts became sloppy and the pleasure too intense. We came at the same time in a flash of white, moaning each other's names.

I collapsed next to him with a sigh. "That...was amazing" I said.

Dan laughed and my heart skipped a beat. I had missed his laugh. "Yeah, I don't think I've came as hard as today".

I smiled, "Me neither".

We slept on the same bed that night. I had a proper sleep and woke up to the smell of coffee in the morning.

"What the he-" I was cut off by an intense pain in my head and flashbacks from the night before.

I got up, put on some boxers and went to the kitchen. "Good  morning" I said as I hugged Dan from behind.

He jumped and looked at me with a lazy smile, "Good morning to you".

He didn't look angry or regretful about last night's events. In fact he looked quite happy. "How did you sleep?" he asked.

"Like I haven't in months" I mumbled against his neck and he squirmed, laughing. "You're still ticklish" I smiled.

"That doesn't disappear, Phil" he answered and rolled his eyes playfully. "Anyway, about yesterday..." he trailed off and my heart skipped a beat. "I hope you don't regret it because I-I wish we could do it again".

I wasn't very sure if I had heard right, but it was an opportunity that would probably never come again. And guessing by his statement, he had very likely come to terms with his sexuality and us, if there was such thing.

I turned him around by his hips and kissed him sweetly.

"Does that answer your question?" He beamed at me and nodded. "Then it's set" I smiled and he grabbed my cheeks leaning in for another kiss. I picked him up and put him on the countertop, sliding my hands under the shirt that I had on yesterday.

We made out on the kitchen for a very long time. Suddenly, someone knocked on the door angrily. "Are you expecting anyone?" I whispered against his lips. He frowned and shook his head. "Then who is outside?"

He shrugged and slid off the countertop. "I'm going to find out".

He went out of the kitchen and I drank my coffee that was, to my dismay, cold. I opened the microwave and put it on for a minute and a half, then I closed it and turned around humming to myself. I started looking for some bread to put in the toaster when I heard loud screams coming from the living room.

As I was going to see what the commotion was I heard Dan say, "You fucking know I don't sell that shit anymore, dude".

It was George, a friend of ours. Or a least I had thought so. "Dan," he grabbed him by the shoulders "he's not coming back, you have to move on".

Dan seemed to think about it for a second. "It's just a bag and you can quit, man".

"A bag of what?" I decided to intervene. "What are you trying to make him sell, George?" I leaned against the doorframe and crossed my arms.

Dan flinched at my voice. Had he forgotten I was still here? None of them answered my question and I was getting angrier by the second. "Hmm? Anyone care to tell me what's going on?" I raised my eyebrows.

Dan was the one who talked, "Nothing. Actually George was leaving, weren't you, George?" he pushed him through the entrance, "I'm done with that, okay? Don't ever come to my place again". He slammed the door in his face and turned around.

He sighed and closed his eyes, rubbing his temple. "I guess I should tell you why he was here" he opened them again and sat on the couch, motioning me to sit next to him.

I sat on the couch and waited for him to start talking. He took a deep breath, "The thing is that I've been on a pretty rough place since you left, hell I think it all started because of that kiss we had after PJ's birthday," he laughed humorlessly "but you know that I've been using drugs and drinking a lot. And it's not just weed, or alcohol, you also know that. The point is that I started getting broke for consuming so much and well, I started selling it". he had stopped looking at me and instead was focused on the floor. "I hope you don't hate me".

I grabbed his chin and made him look at me, "Have you stopped doing it?" I asked patiently. He nodded, "Then I don't care. But you do have to promise me something, that you'll stop consuming as well as you stopped selling it, okay?"

"Okay," he smiled at me and grabbed my hands "where were we before that idiot interruped us?" he asked seductively.

I pretended to think and said, "I don't know. Could you remind me?" He smirked and straddled me. "I think something's still missing" I said "Ah yes, I know remember," I grabbed his hips and pulled him closer to me "I was kissing you".

He giggled and kissed me, snaking his arms around my neck.