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Smut alert ;) I didn't feel awkward while writing this idk why k enjoy. I'm sorry this is super late. I hope this makes up for it before the angst hits ;) AND MY AWESOME FRIEND, ARYL AKA PhlamboyentPhan gave me the motivation to write this :) so hi Aryl by Aryl.
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Carpe Diem: Latin. seize the day; enjoy the present, as opposed to placing all hope in the future.
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5 new text messages
I'm waiting for you.
Deadline is the 1 of January.
Danny it's November,I'm giving you a lot of time.
Don't tell anybody. There will be serious consequences.
I know who you hold most dearest to you.
I gulped and slipped my phone shakily in my pocket. To say I was scared was an underestimate. I was utterly terrified. It was obviously Robert who was sending the threats. I found it hard to believe that we would just pay him and he would leave. That was why I didn't want to go and pay him. I should have told Phil but I was oh so afraid.
For the past few days,I have been distracting myself with things like spending time with Phil,going to work and surfing the web. I didn't want Phil to know how miserable I really was. Then at night,I'd stay up,doing some deep thinking. And then the cycle repeats. I wanted to tell Phil about the texts,I really wanted to but I was scared of the last message that Robert sent: I know who you hold dearest to you.
Phil. It had to be him. Robert knew of my past and how my parents were hell , I haven't even talked to my parents since I was eighteen and no one that really cared about me except for Chris.Robert was bound to attack Phil. He would target Phil. I hoped I was wrong,though. Why would he target Phil? He had done nothing wrong. Nothing.
I ran my hand through my hair and walked into the lounge,seeing Phil in a browsing position on the couch. I smiled at him. He looked so good with his black hair in a quiff,glasses lopsided and tongue poking out from the side of his mouth. I debated whether I should tell him about the texts or not. I decided not to after a while and plopped beside him on the couch.
"Hi," I mumbled,burying my head on his shoulder.
"Hey you," He said pleasantly and kissed me on the head. I could see from his video screen that he was editing a video. Nothing was said;we didn't need to say anything. We just simply enjoyed each other's company. My head was loaded with negative thoughts but everything was forgotten as I sat next to Phil. Cheesy,but true. It was amazing how one person could make your life better despite all the crap that was going on. How one person could change your whole perspective on life.
It took ages to find you and what felt like seconds to lose you.
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I slumped back home after work one evening,tired and feeling shitty. I had hardly slept in the past two weeks and as usual,my head kept on overthinking.
I had spent the past few weeks saving for taking Phil out somewhere. I felt like I didn't give him anything at all in return that what he did for me. So I made reservations a fancy Italian restaurant that was affordable. I had planned on a French restaurant officially,but the closest one nearly made me faint with the ridiculous prices.
We were going at half six that day. I had told Phil before I left to work in the morning and he agreed,his face bearing that gorgeous crooked smile that could brighten up anyone's day.
I fished out my keys from my pockets and unlocked the door to the flat.
"I'm home!" I exclaimed,dragging the 'o'. Phil came to the door and we embraced.
"I'm starving,should I get ready?" Phil asked,kissing my nose. I smiled and checked the time. It was half five. I nodded at Phil and we decided to get dressed.
It took me years to figure out what to wear. It even came to the point where I was contemplating wearing a bed sheet like Sherlock once did.
I finally decided on a white dress shirt and my usual skinny black jeans. I threw on a formal black jacket. Hair next. I straightened my wavy hair and styled it so it looked close to nice. I grabbed my frayed brown wallet and the house keys. I waited in the hallway for Phil. I whipped out my phone and went over the plan of how to get to the restaurant. We were going to have to take the underground which made me shudder slightly; I hated being in crowds. Really hated it. I felt uncomfortable and panicky and-
"Dan I'm ready!" I heard Phil exclaim,cutting off my thoughts. I gaped at him when he entered the hallway. He gave me an equal look. He was dressed in a tight fitting red and white checkered button up shirt and my god he looked hotter than hell. He had a black jacket similar to mine,as well as black jeans. His glasses were on;he knew I loved them. His hair was styled in a quiff which really suited him. The temptation to just rip the clothes off him and fuck him senseless against a wall was too much to resist. I mentally scolded myself for thinking like that,but I blamed the beauty in front of me.
"Jesus you look hot," Phil mumbled,making me chuckle nervously and scratch the back of my head.
"Um you too. Like you-you look hot as f-fuck," I stammered. For fuck's sake can you not speak properly?
Phil just laughed and grabbed my hand,dragging me into a soft kiss. We pulled away and began to make our way out.
The evening air was slightly crisp,but there weren't any clouds in the sky. Phil swung our joint hands back and forth,making me beam at his adorable childlessness. We hurried to the underground and quickly rode the tube. My hands began to sweat rapidly as we were surrounded by people. Phil noticed this and he squeezed my hand in reassurance and held me closer to him. As soon as we reached our stop,we rushed out of the tube and I began to steer Phil towards the restaurant.
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We arrived there ten minutes later. The outside of the restaurant was attractive; it was built of white marble and the name of the restaurant was printed in big black letters. We waited inside for the waiter to show us to our table. When the waiter gave us our seats,we ordered our food and chatted away while waiting. I ordered white wine for the two of us and my meal was a dish called 'bresaola' and Phil ordered 'capicola'. The waiter kept on winking at us making us laugh.
The meal was wonderful;we laughed and talked for the whole night. The meals were spectacular and we even gave the jolly waiter an extra tip of ten pounds when we left. We left the restaurant hand in hand and walked towards the underground slowly. My arm was around Phil and his head rested gently on my shoulder. No words were exchanged;we enjoyed the peace and quiet while walking. I didn't have anything to say,anyways. The streets were deserted and dimly lit by the lamp posts. We got the underground back home.
When we arrived home, Phil fished out the keys from his pocket and unlocked the door. We kicked off our shoes and hung our jackets on the brass hook. I faced Phil and he smiled and hugged me,burying his head in the crook of my neck,which made me shiver. My neck was extremely sensitive.
"Thanks for this evening,Dan. I had an amazing time," Phil mumbled. I smiled in triumph,happy that I made Phil have fun. I kissed his head.
"You're welcome. I had a really good time,too," I smiled.
He straightened up and kissed my lips. It was passionate and lustful,unlike any other kiss we had. My back was pressed into the wall and Phil's fingers ran through my hair. It got heated really quickly; Phil pulled away from the kiss,pulling my bottom lip with his teeth,which was sexy. He began to kiss my neck,making me sigh contently. He found a spot on my neck that made me moan quietly. He smirked at began to suck at it and I had a 'problem' growing in my boxers.
We stumbled to the bedroom,and stripped till we were both down to our boxers. I was pushed back onto the bed by Phil and our groins shamelessly rubbed together,making us moan in unison. I felt up his chest,loving the feeling of his warm skin against mine.
"Fuck,you're so beautiful," Phil commented,kissing my cheek. He twisted my nipples,making me gasp loudly and my penis became painfully hard. But I wanted to tell Phil something before we made love.
I sat up slowly and Phil looked at me in concern.
"Dan are you alright? Is it too much? Should I stop? Oh god I'm so sorr-" I cut him off with a quick kiss.
I laughed. "No Phil! I just wanted to say something. I erm l-love you and I just wanted you to know before we do anything because you mean the world to me and fuck I'm just so in love with all of you," I rambled. Phil grinned,his gorgeous eyes glimmering.
"I love you too,Dan. So much," He answered. My heart fluttered madly in my chest and we kissed again;slower than before. But again,it got heated and messy. Saliva was dribbling down my chin (why is that so kinky to me) and my hair curled up slightly.
Finally,my boxers were ripped off and Phil was teasingly licking my length. I was arched towards him,desperate for more and more pleasure.
"Phil!" I gasped. I needed him so badly. I took his boxers off and he reached to get the lube and condoms from the bedside table.
"Tell me what you want," Phil growled,sounding very dominant indeed. I found myself getting even more turned on by his low seductive voice.
"Y-you. I want you Phil. So badly,"
He smirked and held up his fingers,asking for permission. I nodded and held my breath slightly.
"It'll be okay baby. If you want to stop,tell me and I will right away. I don't want you to feel uncomfortable."
That man.
"No Phil go on. I'm just nervous, s'all."
Phil reassured me that things will be okay again and he stuck one finger inside of me. It felt really weird at first,but once I adjusted,I wanted more.
"Another," I moaned,and he obliged,adding another finger in. I clenched my fists and Phil continued to scissor me,stretching me. I suddenly got the urge to have more.
"Phil. I want you. I'm ready," I stated. He nodded and he prepped himself,slipping on the condom and applying a generous amount of lube.
"I love you," He said,kissing me softly. He sounded so sincere and it made me want to cry. He started to enter me,making me gasp at his huge length. It was painful and weird,but I adjusted eventually. I moved around a bit so I could get used to it.
"Move Phil," I demanded,starting to feel pleasured. I wrapped my legs around his waist as he began to thrust into me. His eyes were blown wild and hair was messy. Lips were raw and pink. He was perfect to me. He nibbled on parts of my skin,surely leaving marks but I didn't care.
After a bit,he hit a certain spot that made me moan out his name loudly. He began thrusting hard,hitting my prostate. I felt heat at the pit of my stomach and I knew what was about to happen.
"P-Phil I'm gunna-" I got cut off by Phil grasping my length and pumping it fast. I moaned out his name and came all over his stomach and chest and seconds later,he came inside of me. I kissed him with all my might as he collapsed beside me,both panting. He disposed of the condom and came back into bed. I interlaced our fingers and we slithered under the sheets,cuddling each other. My head was on his chest and his arms around my waist. We were both sweaty but too tired for a shower.
No words were spoken;we both knew about our deep love that we shared. We slept quickly,smiling at the events that have happened.
Seize the day or die regretting the times you lost.
I am so glad I seized the day,Phil.