Hi! This is just an idea if your interested, can you do a Phan smut where dan and Phil are best friends and had grown up together and one night ( they're both 17 or 18 or something ) phil calls dan and starts out really awkwardly initiating phone sex like " what are you wearing " and they're both kind of giggling in the beginning but then it kind of gets more serious and phil kind of just describes how he would fuck dan until they cum..? This would be rly great 👌👌
1123 words of regret
Phil smiled when his phone rang, rolling his eyes and reaching over to his bedside table to grab it. He knew who it was before he even looked.
Dan, his best friend of seven years, was calling him. He did this every night, since Phil left their home town to go to a private school about an hour drive away. Dan insisted on staying, fancy boarding school wasn’t for him, he didn’t want the stress, but it didn’t stop him from missing his best friend.
“Hi,” Phil muttered into the phone, slightly breathlessly, flopping back on his bed. He could hear Dan smile.
“Hey Phil,” he answered, and Phil could tell he was relaxing. That happened for him too; just hearing Dan’s voice helped him release the stress of the day.
“How was your day?” The other boy asked through the phone, his voice soft.
“Oh, it was alright,” Phil muttered, sighing and running his fingers through his already messy hair. “I have a lot of homework, believe me.”
“I can imagine,” Dan chuckled.
“Still going to those parties?”
“Yeah… I’ve got nothing better to do since you’re gone.”
“Christ, Dan, you can’t keep throwing your time away like this. You have potential for so much more.”
“Because I believe it.” Phil stretched his arm above his head, spreading out on the bed to get more comfortable. “Sorry, just… I’m worried about you.”
“I know.” Dan took a deep breath, and went quiet. It was moments like these when Phil wished he was there, laying next to him, listening to him breathe. Maybe he was just being clingy.
“So…” Dan started in a lighter tone, breathing out a laugh. “What are you wearing, Lester?” He asked in mock seduction.
Phil rolled his eyes, slapping his hand over his forehead.
“We’re doing this, are we?”
“Why not?” Dan laughed. “You scared?”
Phil snorted. “Of what, your fashion judging abilities?”
“Just answer the question, dingus.”
“Hmm,” Phil hummed, looking down at himself. “Just blue boxers, at the moment. And a red button up.”
Dan tsked. “Not matching? I thought you were better than this, Phil.“
"Who are you, the fashion police?” He grumbled, and laughed. “Leave me alone, Dan, I can dress myself how I’d like.”
“Yeah yeah, whatever.”
“What are you wearing, then?” Phil asked in an attempt at a seductive tone.
Dan chuckled breathily. “Nothing.”
“Yeah? Pic or it didn’t happen.”
Dan giggled. “You want a picture?”
“Kinda,” Phil muttered under his breath. He had seen Dan naked before, it wasn’t a big deal, and it comforted him that they were close enough to talk like this without it being uncomfortable.
“Oh, is Phil admitting his true feelings after all these years?” Dan asked teasingly, and Phil could hear him shift on the bed.
“Shut up, Howell. Don’t push it.”
“Or… what?” Dan hummed. “You’ll… punish me?”
The tone in Dan’s voice had changed, and it shocked through Phil’s stomach like lightning.
“Why? Am I turning you on?” Phil could almost hear Dan’s dumb smirk. “I bet you’re so hard right now, just from my voice.”
“I bet you wanna fuck me right now, hm?” He asked slowly, and Phil didn’t hear the tell tale signs that he was joking in his tone anymore. He sounded serious. “I bet you’d love to pin me to your bed and make me beg right about now…” shit. Something in Phil snapped.
“Daniel.” Phil growled. “God, I forgot what a brat you are. If I was there and you were talking like this I’d already have you against the wall, screaming.”
There was silence from the other side of the moment, just breathing.
“…Well, shit,” Dan muttered, his breath hitching. “Damn, Phil.” He paused. “…If y-you were here, what would you d-do..? For real.”
Now Phil was smirking, and he found himself reaching down to adjust his boxers, as suddenly they were a bit uncomfortable.
“I think I just answered that,” Phil breathed. “I’d have you on your back in seconds, begging for me. Begging for my cock.” Phil hummed, rubbing gently at his bulge through the cloth. “You’d do that, wouldn’t you, Daniel?”
“Hell yes,” Dan breathed back. “Fuck, I’d moan so loud for you.”
That went straight to Phil’s dick, and he tugged at the waistband of his boxers, pulling them over his hard on and sliding them down his hips. He shuddered, brushing his fingertips over his length. He heard a whimper through the phone.
“Are you touching yourself?” Phil muttered, wrapping a hand around his cock. “Touching yourself to the sound of my voice like a slut?”
He was too far now, letting out a groan as his thumb swiped over his slit.
“Y-Yes…” Dan muttered. “Fuck, Phil, keep talking…”
“You’d like that, wouldn’t you, being filled up by my cock… I bet you’d love to ride me, grinding down on me like such a good boy…”
Dan whined loudly, and Phil’s eyes widened. He sounded like an angel, why hadn’t they done this before? It felt wrong, jerking himself off to his best friends moans, but he honestly didn’t care.
“I bet you’re so pretty like that, baby, you sound like a bloody angel. God, I wanna fuck you so hard.” Phil was just babbling now, letting soft groans and whimpers slip from his lips, his breathing ragged.
“Jesus, P-Phil…” Dan gasped, his voice breaking and Jesus fuck he sounded so beautiful.
“I’m c-close…” Phil breathed, throwing his head back and biting down on his bottom lip to keep from letting out an embarrassing noise.
“Me too, fuck.”
Phil tried to imagine how Dan looked at this moment, his hair messy and his hips jerking up to meet his hand, his eyes glassy and fucked out. Jesus.
“God, moan for me Dan, fuckfuckfuck you’d look so gorgeous with my cum all over your pretty face…”
“Ah-!” Dan moaned loudly, turning into a whine and getting high pitched and broken at the end, and it sent Phil over the edge. He jerked one more time, groaning and coming all over his shirt.
They were quiet for a solid minute, but Phil could hear Dan’s ragged breathing, and holy shit, he probably looked so beautiful.
“That’s not weird, is it?” Dan asked finally, the laughter back to his voice. “Getting off to your friends voice?”
“Nah,” Phil answered, chuckling and running his fingers through his hair.
“I should probably… clean this up…” Dan muttered, and Phil could almost see him blushing. He grinned.
“Yeah, me too…” he paused. “Dan?”
“I miss you.” He breathed. Breathy laughter echoed from the phone.
“I miss you too.”
“Call you tomorrow?”