Could you possibly do a hc where Dan is at a friends house and Phil (his friends older brother) happens to be home with them since their parents aren't home. Dans friend has to go to the store and get something and Phil decides to have fun with his little brothers friend. You can make them any age you'd like.
~ this is shit but! it’s something! ~
~ dan is 16 and phil is 17, almost 18 ~
~ phil’s brother is named jordan bc idk ~
Dan knocked on the door, frowning and biting his lip. It was a bad habit he had developed, especially when he was nervous or particularity anxious.
This was his third time going to his friend Jordan’s house, and he wasn’t any less nervous. Jordan was nice enough, he sat by Dan at lunch when no one else had and talked to him about Pokémon. Dan was just scared he was going to do something wrong. He always did. He didn’t want to lose another friend.
Dan heard the lock click and the door swung open; his eyes widened.
A boy answered the door, a boy he hadn’t seen before. He had messy black hair, sex hair basically, and his blue eyes sparkled when they landed on Dan. A cocky smirk seemed to be plastered to his face.
“Hey,” he said, leaning on the door frame and looking Dan over. Dan crossed his arms; it felt oddly sexual. “You’re Dan, right? You’re cute. Jordan didn’t tell me you were so cute.”
“Phil!” Came a shrill voice from behind him, and Jordan pushed him to the side, offering Dan an apologetic look. “Sorry about that, that’s my stupid brother. Come on in.”
Dan nodded, pressing his lips together and letting Jordan pull him inside, avoiding Phil’s predatory gaze as he passed.
Jordan led him to the kitchen, leaning against the counter and smiling at him.
“My parents aren’t home, they left me with Phil.” He rolled his eyes. “They needed some ‘time alone’, they said…”
“They’re probably fucking!” Phil shouted from the other room.
“I was just making food…” he mumbled, ignoring him, a bit of ginger hair falling in his eyes, and he brushed it away. “But I think we’re out of ramen.”
“I ate it!” Came Phil’s voice from the other room, along with a laugh. Jordan cursed under his breath.
“But I’m really hungry and he ate all the rest of the food too…” he continued, glaring at the door. “So I think I need to go to the store. Wanna come?” He raised his eyebrows hopefully. Dan was highly aware of Phil who had just entered, leaning against the door frame.
“Yeah Dan,” he started, smirking, his eyes scoping Dan out. “Wanna come?”
Jordan glanced at him nervously, chuckling awkwardly. Dan’s eyes widened.
“Er, I think I’ll stay here, I brought some homework and stuff so I should be fine.” Dan flashed him a smile, biting his lip. Jordan shrugged.
“Alright then,” he mumbled, moving to grab his jacket from a hook on the kitchen wall. “I’ll be right back. Phil,” he turned to his brother, who raised his eyebrows. “Don’t sexually harass my friend.”
The door slammed, and he was gone.
Dan wasn’t going to lie, the sexual tension was unbearable with Phil watching him like he wanted to eat him. Dan bit his lip, glancing at his feet.
“Your name’s Dan, right?” He asked, stepping a bit closer.
“Yeah,” Dan mumbled.
“Well my name’s Phil,” he said, stepping forward again. He checked his wrist, frowning at his watch. “The name you’ll be screaming in about… I’d say about two minutes.”
Dan’s eyes widened as Phil chuckled, drawing his finger up Dan’s jaw. He leaned down, kissing just below Dan’s ear, as if to just test his reaction. He smirked when Dan moaned softly, tilting his head back.
“Yeah,” Phil breathed. “I’m gonna cover that pretty neck of yours in marks.”
“B-But,” Dan’s voice broke, and he backed away a little. “You’re Jordan’s brother… I don’t think he’d-”
“Why does he matter?” Phil muttered, brushing some hair away from Dan’s face and frowning.
“Because… I don’t think he’d like it if I-”
“Babe,” Phil laughed, shaking his head. “It doesn’t matter. I want you, he doesn’t control me. I fuck who I want.”
Dan tensed up as he spoke, Phil was leaning closer until their noses were practically touching. Dan’s breath caught. Phil slid his hands down Dan’s side, admiring his shape and kneading his ass in both of his hands.
“Dan…” he started slowly, offering him a smile. “If I kiss you, you have to promise you won’t run away.”
Dan thought about it. He had an attractive guy practically feeling him up, asking to kiss him, in his friends kitchen. An attractive guy practically two years older than him, Jordan had said his brother was almost eighteen. Dan felt himself nod slowly.
Phil smirked, pulling Dan forward roughly by the hips, kissing him on the mouth.
Dan whimpered into the kiss, somewhat surprised by the force in Phil’s movements, but soon he melted into Phil’s lips and his hands gliding over Dan’s curves.
Phil was good at kissing, better than good. His mouth slid easily against Dan’s, and he took dominance immediately. He reached up with one hand to touch Dan’s face, the other still squeezing his ass.
Dan jumped forward when Phil slipped his hand down the back of his jeans, so now the front of their bodies were pressed together. Phil chuckled, kneading Dan’s flesh, and Dan buried his face in Phil’s neck. He was incredibly hard, and he was positive Phil could feel it.
“Fuck you’re pretty,” Phil breathed, kissing down Dan’s jaw to his throat messily.
“Promise?” Dan giggled. Phil shook his head, in awe.
“Yes, baby boy.”
Phil picked Dan up in one smooth movement, making Dan gasp and wrap his limbs around him, grasping at his shirt. Phil walked them backwards, slamming Dan against the wall.
He kissed him again, more messy and desperate this time, and Dan moaned against his mouth.
“Can we go to your room or something?” Dan gasped, gaining back his confidence. “I don’t really fancy Jordan finding us out here…”
“Yeah,” Phil agreed, breathing heavily. “Yeah, you’re right.”
He set Dan down, tugging him after him by the sleeve to the hallway. They didn’t get ten steps before Phil was shoving him against the wall again, attacking his neck and jaw and mouth. Dan moaned loudly, grasping desperately at his shoulders.
“In here,” Phil mumbled, pushing Dan through a door and pulling him forward by his hips. Dan looked around as Phil nipped at his throat, frowning.
“Isn’t this… Jordan’s room?” Dan asked, pausing to mutter a ‘fuck’ under his breath. Phil smirked.
“Yeah, but i figure we’re doing him a favor. This is probably the only time anything remotely like this happens in here…” Phil laughed, pushing his hands under Dan’s shirt. “Plus I couldn’t wait,” he added huskily.
Dan let Phil push him back on the bed, because honestly, he couldn’t wait either.
Phil tugged his shirt over his head, tossing it aside, before crawling over Dan. He pushed Dan’s legs open, leaning over him so their crotches were rubbing together, slowly grinding down on him and drawing a moan out of Dan’s mouth.
Phil grinned, kissing him deeply and pulling at his shirt. Dan lifted him arms, letting him take it off. Phil sat up.
“I’ll be right back,” he said quickly, practically falling off the bed. Dan giggled. “Take those jeans off.”
Dan did as he said, discarding his jeans somewhere besides the bed. He felt a pang of guilt about doing this in Jordan’s bed, but it vanished when Phil got back, reduced down to his own boxers and holding a condom and a bottle of lube.
He kissed up Dan’s inner thigh as he crawled up the bed again, making Dan shudder and grip the sheets.
“Baby boy,” Phil breathed, his words brushing Dan’s neck. “Are you sure you want this?”
The fact that Phil was asking shot affection through Dan’s body, and he nodded.
“Yes,” he muttered, tugging Phil’s boxers down slightly. “Yes, god, yes Phil.”
“Good,” Phil said, grinning and helping Dan take his boxers off. “Good.”
Dan’s own boxers were off in seconds, and Phil was brushing his thumb over his entrance.
Phil leaned forward, kissing him deeply, all lips and tongue and heat, as he pushed a finger into him. Dan shuddered and arched his back, a strangled whine falling from his mouth.
“Shh,” Phil whispered, peppering light kisses all over Dan’s face and watching him carefully. “Shh, baby, it’s okay, you’re doing such a good job.”
He kneaded Dan’s thigh gently, adding another finger and grinning as Dan started grinding back on him.
“Such a good boy,” he muttered, pumping his fingers, curling every now and then and making Dan fall apart beneath him.
Soon enough he was pulling them out, rolling on the condom and lubing himself up. Dan watched through heavy lidded eyes, letting out little hums and whines of pleads.
“Baby,” Phil mumbled, pressing his tip to his entrance. “Don’t hold back, alright? Want you to moan for me, want you to scream my name like a slut.”
Dan could hardly nod before Phil was slamming into him, bottoming out with one thrust. Dan gasped, a loud strangled moan ripping from his throat. He grabbed at Phil’s form, desperate for something to hold on to.
Phil groaned, long and steady, as he began to push in and out, biting down on Dan’s shoulder.
“Fuck, Dan, you’re so tight…” he gasped, his stomach tensing up and heaving from his heavy breathing. Dan whined, throwing his head back.
“Harder,” he breathed.
“Are you sure?”
Phil nodded, watching Dan’s face as he snapped his hips roughly, and Dan screamed.
Phil moaned, sucking on his neck and fucking into him harder. “That’s it, princess, scream my name. That’s it baby.”
Dan’s head was going foggy, all he could comprehend was YES, yes, god he felt so good. Phil’s hips hitting his, burying his cock so deep into him… fuck, it was heaven.
“Dan,” Phil said, his voice strained. “Fuck fuck fuck, Dan, so good, I’m gonna cum.” He took Dan’s cock in his hand, jerking him off, incredibly fueled by Dan’s noises and the way he was arching his back and throwing his head on the pillow.
“Ah-” Dan gasped, squeezing his eyes shut. “I’m c-close, I’m close Phil, shit-”
“That’s it baby, meet my thrusts. Such a good boy, meet daddy’s thrusts… just like that.”
Phil froze when he heard the door open, the creaking of the bedsprings and Dan’s moans slightly messing with what he could hear, so maybe he was imagining it. But-
“Phil?” Jordan’s voice called. “Dan? Guys?”
Phil slapped a hand over Dan’s mouth, not stilling his moments completely, but slowing down. He knew he should stop, try to get them presentable, but he was so close… He grinded his cock into the boy beneath him thoroughly, trying to get him there through going deep instead of hard and fast. Dan’s noises were still clear, although muffled.
Phil replaced his hand with his mouth, kissing Dan to keep him quiet, groaning as he felt Dan moan against his mouth.
“Phil? Why are your jeans in the hallway…?”
Dan whined, cum streaking his stomach and his back arching, and Phil kissed him harder, letting go into the condom.
Phil pulled out quickly, discarding of it in a wastebasket and pulling Dan up. He dressed him as fast as he could, getting Dan to help slightly, but not much. He pulled on his own shirt, grabbing a pair of Jordan’s jeans and pulling them on, even though they were clearly too tight.
“Phil…?” Jordan pushed open the door, frowning at them suspiciously. “What are you doing in my room?”
Phil smiled at him. “Oh, just messing with your shit. Dan really wanted to see your drawer of sex toys.”
Jordan’s eyes widened and he glared at Phil. “I do not have a drawer of sex toys!”
Phil shrugged, standing up and punching his brother’s shoulder. “Whatever you say buddy.”
“Why were your jeans in the hallway?”
Phil shrugged, trying to seem casual. “Must have dropped them when I did the laundry. And…” he looked down at Jordan’s jeans he was wearing. “Mine must have shrunk…?”
Jordan frowned, but nodded slowly.
Dan stood, practically falling but Phil leaned forward and caught him at the last second. Dan laughed nervously.
“Feet fell asleep,” he mumbled. “Happens a lot.”
“Mhm,” Jordan said, staring at him suspiciously, but like he couldn’t quite put his finger on it. “Alright then, well, Dan, Arianna invited us to lunch so…”
“Yeah! Uh, yeah, let’s… do that.”
Phil grabbed Dan’s butt as he walked by, and winked when Dan glared at him.
“You know, I like this kid. You should invite him around more often.”
TWO DAYS LATER
“PHIL?! WHY THE FUCK IS THERE A USED CONDOM IN MY BIN!”