Hunger Point | Phan

Chapter Twenty-three: Captured

smut and trigger warning and also read my author's note bc i crave attention

{ Dan }

        "Phil," I whispered, poking his side. "Wake up."

"Screw off." He muttered, groaning, burying his face deeper in my pillow. For the past few days (nights), Phil always found a way into my bed during the night instead of his own. His mom constantly lectures him about it (last night at dinner she even asked if we needed condoms. Then she asked if guys use condoms. Then she told us not to have sex and to sleep in our own beds. She's trying.)

        "Get up!" I instructed, kissing the spot underneath his earlobe (it was my spot to kiss on him. Phil liked my shoulders.) "Why?" He whined, picking his head up then dropping it back into the pillow; a sign of defeat. I grinned. "EOC results are in... and no one's awake yet." I said, voice suggesting. "Yeah, but they'll be up by the time we're done." He grumbled, pushing himself out of my bed. I just smirked, following him downstairs, thrumming with excitement. He basically showed me what my "reward" was, about three days ago, when he not so subtly sucked off a banana. You can only imagine, especially considering Keaton was in the room. I stopped in my tracks when he headed for the kitchen intead of the front door. Wait..do we have a secret mail slot in the kitchen that I don't know about?

"What are you doing?" I whispered, truly puzzled as to why he wasn't thumbing through our mail but instead through our coffee flavors. "Making coffee," He announced, glancing at me. "Want some?"

        My mouth fell open and the look on Phil's face suggest he loved my impatient squirming. I narrowed my eyes in his direction, but he was already back to the coffee. "Ass." I grumbled, heading to fetch the mail myself. I didn't need him. That just means I get to see both our results before him.

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Phil, who was leisurely sipping his coffee and flipping through TV stations, got an overall 92B on his text; with an 89B in Physical Science (course two to biology, that i'd probably never make it to), 93A in Algebra, 95A in Language, 96A in Government, and 85B in French. His results made me even more hesitant to view mine. But I got a kick out of the envelope, originally addressed to my previous residence (which was now foreclosed upon by the bank) but marked out and replaced with my new address under it.

        What got me to finally tear it open was the realisation that Phil seemed to want to wait until everyone was up by taking his fucking time so maybe finding out my grades would get him off his ass and onto mine. He could not tease me for weeks and then expect to keep doing it when his time ran out.

Drum roll, please?

        As soon as my eyes saw my overall score, I jumped up and punched the air. "Fuck yeah, I'm a genius!" I noted, not so silently. "Dan, shut up, don't wake everyone up." Phil scolded, causing me to pout, holding his hand out for my results. I handed them over proudly, grinning.

My overall grade: 88B. Biology: 83C; Algebra: 91B; World Geography: 93A; Literature: 97A; Latin: 90B.

        "Good job, my pupil." Phil praised, kissing me long and soft, making my toes curl. I smiled when he drawed back, setting my results on the coffee table. "Ready?" He asked and I suddenly felt...nervous. Maybe I wasn't...ready. "Phil, you know you don't have to if you don't want to--" I began but was interrupted by him rolling his eyes, saying: "Dan, stop. If I didn't want to, I wouldn't have offered, okay?" I nodded, glancing down at my lap. "Come here." He instructed and I inched closer only to be yanked onto his lap, by him. "Wait, are we staying in here?" I asked, eyes widening. We were in his--our--bloody living room! Keaton or his mom, or both, could waltz in, at any given time! "Why shouldn't we? Hey, I hope we get caught." He admitted, gaze sultry, causing my stomach to flip. Oh hell, who am I kidding? I'm definitely ready.