Melodramatic, But It Turns Me On
summary: teenage!phan are at a sleepover and begin to have a bit of fun with the sex dices they’d found earlier that evening.
warnings: smut (kinda)
I was gonna write more of illaks but apparently a weird 1am idea took priority and now . idk what this is laugHs oops
Im so tired I cant even think straight im sorry if the majority of this makes 0 sense I need 2 have a nap
This is probably the closest yall will ever get to me attempting smut lol appreciate it while u can x x
(if u don’t know what a ‘sex dice’ is click here)
Phil’s always felt weirdly privileged to share Dan’s bed whenever he sleeps over.
It’s not like it’s anything he’s a stranger to – quite the opposite really, but out of everyone, Phil’s the only one Dan will actually let in his bed on account of the fact he can actually have a decent night’s sleep without Phil taking all the duvet or accidentally rolling over and pushing him off the bed. That’s Kyle’s trick – explaining why he’s down there whilst his marginally less irritating best friend is up here under his duvet, sharing his mattress. It’s nice sleeping with the knowledge he won’t wake up either freezing cold or on the floor.
Phil’s used to them being the last ones awake – having been friends with a bunch of total fucking lightweights for the best part of three years, it’s become the norm for the rest of them to be down there, asleep. They’re wrapped up in empty sleeping bags and spare duvets whilst the only two who can actually handle their drink are lying side-by-side, a cut above the sea of empty bottles and shot glasses littering Dan’s floor. They’d passed out about half an hour ago, leaving the two slightly tipsy teenagers still giggling over what had been a contribution to the night’s entertainment along with the heated games of ‘never have I ever’ and one too many Malibu shots.
“Does this not feel weird to you?” Dan’s eyebrow quirks in Phil’s direction as he holds the two small wooden cubes in his hand. “I feel-… it feels- I don’t know- gross, kind-of,” he huffs out a chuckle.
“Why would-…” he squints in the darkness, “-… lick-… elbow-… feel weird to me?” he replies, a threat of sarcasm in his tone.