Before the Show
Type: Oneshot, Smut, Fluff, Romance
Summary: Phil has terrible stage fright before each TATINOF show, and Dan has done everything to try to help his friend, but to no avail. One day, a few hours before the show, Dan decides to try something a little more…kinky.
Phil had stage fright. It was terribly severe, causing him to vomit before each show and causing his knees and arms to shake violently just before they went onstage.
In the hours leading to the show, he would become tense and quiet, a bad sign that Dan picked up on immediately. As soon as he saw Phil sink into the car seat and not speak for more than five minutes, he realized what was happening and would try to stop it.
He tried talking, but Phil just responded minimally if at all.
He tried joking around with Phil, which worked a little better, but still didn’t take away Phil’s panic.
Finally, they both tried doing some relaxation exercises. They downloaded an mp3 of relaxation hypnosis tracks, and played them in the van. At first, it seemed to calm Phil, but as soon as the track was over, his fear returned and he was shaking in his seat again.
During the shows, Phil was fine. His adrenaline kicked in and he enjoyed interacting with the audience. But the from 3 hours until showtime until the minute he stepped on the stage, he was in agony and Dan could hardly stand to see his friend in such pain.
Dan, of course, was fine. He was a theater kid and lived for the stage. He loved the attention and craved the applause, and was hyped up all day waiting to get to the next venue and step out in front of the crowd.
He worried about Phil’s noticeable weight loss and his overall health and decided he needed to do something.
Before their show in Glasgow, Dan was standing behind Phil in the gas station line, and noticed the tension and fear begin to come over him. He couldn’t watch his friend suffer again. On a whim, he leaned forward and whispered into Phil’s ear, “I want you”.
“What? asked Phil
Dan leaned forward and again whispered, this time more seductively, ‘I WANT you.”
Phil froze, his eyes large. Dan never made the opening move in their playtime, and especially, never in public.
He turned around to look at Dan and make sure he had understood. Dan’s face was awash with passionate hunger.
Phil turned crimson. He had definitely understood correctly.
Back in the car, before the rest of the crew got in, Dan grabbed Phil’s neck from the back and held it firmly. “I want you, Phil. And I will have you at the hotel. Be ready.”
He let go just as the doors opened and the rest of the crew got in.
Phil was left in shock. Once again, Dan was in new territory. Phil was definitely the top in their relationship and Dan had never taken such a dominant tone with him. Phil found himself biting his lip, partially from nerves and thinking about the upcoming show, and partially because he was confused about Dan.
As they drove through the beautiful countryside, both Dan and Phil looked out the windows and remarked on the brilliant landscapes. But when Phil caught
Dan’s eyes, he saw only one thing staring back: hunger. He met Dan’s gaze and found himself trying to re-assert his dominance with a subtle look, but Dan did not back down. What was going on? What was this game? Phil was completely perplexed, but he was going to figure it out.
He spent the next thirty minutes devising a plan. And during that thirty minutes, he didn’t think about getting on stage once. All he thought about was getting Dan in that hotel room and taking back his control.
An hour away from the hotel, they stopped at another gas station.
“Hey Phil, come over here, I want to show you something” Dan called, as Phil was getting back into the van. Phil crossed over to the side of the convenience store and felt himself violently pushed against the wall with his crotch being forcefully cupped by Dan.
“This?” Dan said huskily, “This is mine in an hour”.
Then he abruptly let Phil go and jogged to the van.
After Phil had untucked his shirt to hide what Dan had just done to him, he followed to the van and sat in his seat, amazed. And excited. And confused.
As they approached the hotel, Phil decided that Dan must have been joking with him. There had been no other signs of dominance from him, and besides, Dan was anything but dominant. He decided to let his guard down a bit, then immediately got shaky. His face got pale. Oh my God, he thought, I have to be onstage in 3 hours!
Dan caught the change and immediately leaned over, lifted Phil’s headphones and whispered into his ear, “10 minutes and counting, bitch”.
The audacity of that whisper in a car full of their friends was astounding and Phil had to forcefully keep his jaw from dropping. His heart began racing and the color came back to his cheeks. Was this really about to happen? Was Dan about to try to take control of him?
They were very quiet in the elevator up to their adjoining rooms, allowing the chatter from their friends to cover the tension between them. As Phil pushed the keycard into the slot, Dan pushed the door open forcefully and Phil in with it. The door closed roughly behind them and they were alone.
“Dan, what have you been…” he was cut off by Dan’s tongue thrusting into the back of his throat. Phil immediately became erect. Dan’s hand found him and began gently caressing him. He could not believe what was happening to his body. He was the dominant. He was always in control. Who was this young man and what was he doing to him?
After several minutes, Dan suddenly pushed him away, leaving him breathless.
“Get on your knees” he demanded, forcefully but quietly.
And after a moment’s hesitation, Phil obeyed.
“Get me out” he ordered, in the same quiet tone.
Phil began to unbutton Dan’s black jeans, when he felt his hands slapped away.
Phil looked up at Dan with his jaw hanging open. He took two breaths and in the silence, he felt his erection growing. Something was happening to him. Something new. Something different. Something very nice.
Slowly, he reached up to Dan’s top button and opened his mouth. It was hard work, but after a minute, he had to top button undone.
He looked up at Dan, suddenly confused. His brain didn’t seem to be working correctly.
“Now, the zipper” Dan coached, again in a flat tone.
Phil reached up and took the zipper between his teeth and gently pulled down. The sound of the links separating echoed through the hotel room.
Pull them down.
Phil reached his hands forward, but again found them slapped away.
Dan’s face was stern, serious and towering above Phil’s. Phil couldn’t believe it. He was in exctasy. He grabbed one side of the younger boy’s jeans with his teeth and began to pull them down, lowering his body into a bow as they reached the floor.
“Stay there a moment” commanded Dan, and Phil stayed in a bow, his head resting on Dan’s foot, breathing rapidly and aching between in his belly. Was this what Dan felt? Was this the sensation of submission? Because if it was, Phil began to think he really liked it.
“Now, get me out” said Dan.
Phil didn’t want to leave his spot on the floor, down at Dan’s foot where he suddenly felt he belonged, but he did as commanded. He slowly raised up out of his bow and used his mouth to separate the opening in Dan’s boxer-briefs. Then, with great enthusiasm, he reached in with his mouth and had almost reached Dan’s penis when he heard–
“What?” Phil heard himself ask.
In the silence, Phil tried to think of what to say, He was in a new headspace and didn’t have the vocabulary to express what he was feeling. All he knew is what he wanted, so he said, simply, “May I please have your cock?”
Dan chuckled. “Not like that, Phily. Ask me if you may take my cock out. You won’t ‘have’ it for quite some time”
“May I take your cock out.”
“Sir” Phil added quickly.
“Yes you may, Phily,” said Dan gently, and Phil slowly reached in with his mouth, encircled Dan’s erect cocks with his lips, and softly pulled it through the slit in his boxer-briefs.
“Good boy”, said Dan. “Now, take off your pants, your shirt and your underwear, fold them nicely and place them at my feet.
Phil did so as if he were in a dream. Soon, he was back on his knees at Dan’s feet, naked except for his mismatched socks.
“Get on the bed on your hands and knees, head down” ordered Dan.
Phil climbed atop the bed, positioned himself on his hands and knees, and then placed his head down so that it touched the bed.
“Good boy”, said Dan. “Now back up right to the edge of the bed”.
The next thing he felt was Dan’s hand on his cock and his lips kissing his back. The tingles of pleasure travelled through him and Phil thought he might cum right then and there. He raised his head to turn to look at Dan, but was immediately met with a firm slap to the right cheek of his bottom.
“Head Down, Phil”
“Yes Sir” Phil answered and immediately put his head down. Dan started milking Phil’s cock as his kisses worked their way up Phil’s spine to his neck.
“I’m going to cum“ said Phil, breathing rapidly
“Not without permission,” said Dan.
May I cum, Dan?”
“No” came the answer, and Dan immediately stopped stroking Phil.
“Head up,” ordered Dan, “and turn around to face me”.
Phil crawled in a semi-circle until he was facing Dan.
“Suck me” said Dan
And Phil gently took Dan into his mouth and began sucking softly, moving his lips slowly from tip to base as Dan’s cock began to grow.
“That’s right. That’s a good boy,” moaned Dan, who was enjoying playing this part more than he thought he would. He glanced at the clock. They still had 90 minutes before they needed to leave for the theater. Plenty of time.
Phil began to moan. He felt his cock growing between his legs and could not believe how large it was getting. Dan reached down and stroked Phil’s head, then gently took it in both of his hands and began to guide him as he sucked.
When Dan was about to burst, he guided Phil off of him. “On your back, legs in the air” he ordered, and Phil immediately complied.
Phil lay on top of Dan, taking the younger boys legs on each of his shoulders. He pressed his cock against Phil’s asshole, something he was almost never allowed to do. “Relax” he said in a whisper. “I’ll go slowly. Spread your legs apart a bit more,” he coached the older boy, ‘There you go, Yes, like that. Now relax”
Phil slowed his breathing a bit and Dan applied the lubricant to both of them. Then, with gentle pressure, he entered his best friend. Phil’s head immediately arched backward and his eyes rolled into the back of his head. This felt amazing. Dan was bigger than he had ever felt him before, but nothing hurt: he felt like Dan was exactly the right size to fill the ache that was consuming him.
Dan began to thrust gently, in and out, and his own stomach stimulated Phil’s cock as he moved. Both boys were close and both knew it.
“Do you want to cum, Phily?” asked Dan, increasing the pace of his thrusting.
“Yes, yes!” cried Phil, not caring who might hear.
“Ask permission first” said Dan
Phil was using all of his strength to control himself. He didn’t know if he could hold out long enough to make another sentence. But he knew he had to. He knew he wanted to.
“Please, Sir, Please may I cum for you?”
“Yes, you may, baby”
And as Phil shot up Dan’s chest, his eyes rolled back in his head and his back arched as he thrust against Dan’s stomach over and over and over.
Dan began to cum at the same time, emptying himself inside of Phil, something he had never done before and something that caused Phil to gasp and then cum even harder.
Dan collapsed on top of Phil and kissed him hard on the mouth. Phil held Dan in his arms and kissed him back as best he could, breathlessly.
“Are you okay?” Dan asked Phil. “Did I hurt you?”
“I’m okay,” answered Phil. “I – I don’t know what happened to me.. Or what happened to you! What was that?!”
“Just something I’ve been thinking about,” said Dan. Come on, we need to shower.
In the van on the way to the show, Phil was chatty and silly–his usual self. Dan sat back with a small smirk on his face. It had worked!
The show went smoothly and the fans were lovely and Phil seemed to be having the best time he had had on the entire tour.
After the show, they went back to the hotel and collapsed onto the bed. The show was fun to do, but very tiring, so the two boys were both exhausted.
“That was great” said Phil. “I think that went better than the other ones, don’t you?”
“Yes, I think so too” agreed Dan.
“I wonder what the difference was?” said Phil. “You know, come to think of it, I didn’t really feel nervous at all before we walked onstage.”
Dan began laughing.
“It worked, that’s what!” said Dan, laughing harder now.
Dan gave Phil a knowing look.
“What? No, we’ve made love before shows before. That couldn’t have been it. “
“Lester, you spork, I was toying with your mind all day so you didn’t have time to be nervous! Since when am I a Dom?!”
“Oh My God!” said Phil, “That’s what you were doing? I–I didn’t understand why you had changed so much. Oh wow. Dan. Wow. Thank you!”
“You’re welcome! It was kind of fun. I just pretended I was you. Did you enjoy it?”
“More than I ever thought I could, actually” said Phil, turning on his side to face Dan. “You did a good job. I never knew that was how you felt with me.”
“Well, now we both know”.
Phil pulled Dan close and embraced him, drawing him into a passionate kiss.
“Just remember, Howell,” Phil whispered, “Who your Daddy really is”.