“I don’t care whether you’re fine or not,” I said. “I said, lie down.”
“I’ve work to—“
“You’ll be flat on your face in another minute,” I said. “Lie. Down.”
He opened his mouth, but a spasm of pain made him shut his eyes, and he couldn’t locate any words with which to argue. He swallowed, opened his eyes, and sat down beside me, very gingerly. He was breathing slowly and shallowly, as though drawing a deep breath might make things worse.
I stood up, took his shoulders and turned him gently so I could reach his plait. I undid his ribbon and unraveled the thick strands of auburn hair. It still was mostly red, though soft white threads caught the light here and there.
“Down,” I said again, sitting and pulling his shoulders toward me. He moaned a little, but stopped resisting and lowered himself very slowly, ‘til his head rested heavy in my lap. I touched his face, my fingers feather-light on his skin, tracing the bones and hollows, temples and orbits, cheekbones and jaw. Then I slid my fingers into the soft mass of his hair, warm in my hands, and did the same to his scalp. He let out his breath, carefully, and I felt his body loosen, growing heavier as he relaxed.
“Where does it hurt?” I murmured, making very light circles round his temples with my thumbs. “Here?”
“Aye…but…” He put up a hand, blindly, and cupped it over his right eye. “It feels like an arrow—straight through into my brain.”
“Mmm.” I pressed my thumb gently round the bony orbit of the eye, and slid my other hand under his head, probing the base of his skull. I could feel the muscles knotted there, hard as walnuts under the skin. “Well, then.”
I took my hands away and he let his breath out.
“It won’t hurt,” I reassured him, reaching for the jar of blue ointment.
“It does hurt,” he said, and squinched his eyelids as a fresh spasm seized him.
“I know.” I unlidded the jar, but let it stand, the sharp fragrance of peppermint, camphor and green peppercorns scenting the air. “I’ll make it better.”
He didn’t make any reply, but settled himself as I began to massage the ointment gently into his neck, the base of his skull, the skin of his forehead and temples. I couldn’t use the ointment so close to his eye, but put a dab under his nose, and he took a slow, deep breath. I’d make a cool poultice for the eye when I’d finished. For now, though…
“Do you remember,” I said, my voice low and quiet. “Telling me once about visiting Bird Who Sings in the Morning? And how his mother came and combed your hair?”
“Aye,” he said, after a moment’s hesitation. “She said…she would comb the snakes from my hair.” Another hesitation. “She…did.”
Clearly he did remember—and so did I recall what he’d told me about it. How she’d gently combed his hair, over and over, while he told her—in a language she didn’t speak—the trouble in his heart. Guilt, distress…and the forgotten faces of the men he’d killed.
There is a spot, just where the zygomatic arch joins the maxilla, where the nerves are often inflamed and sensitive….yes, just there. I pressed my thumb gently up into the spot and he gasped and stiffened a little. I put my other hand on his shoulder.
His breath came with a small moan, but he did. I held the spot, pressing harder, moving my thumb just a little, and after a long moment, felt the spot warm and seem to melt under my touch. He felt it too, and his body relaxed again.
“Let me do that for you,” I said softly. The wooden comb he’d made me sat on the little table beside the jar of ointment. With one hand still on his shoulder, I picked it up.
“I…no, I dinna want…” But I was drawing the comb softly through his hair, the wooden teeth gentle against his skin. Over and over, very slowly.
I didn’t say anything for quite some time. He breathed. The light came in low now, the color of wildflower honey, and he was warm in my hands, the weight of him heavy in my lap.
“Tell me,” I said to him at last, in a whisper no louder than the breeze through the open window. “I don’t need to know, but you need to tell me. Say it in Gaelic, or Italian or German—some language I don’t understand, if that’s better. But say it.”
His breath came a little faster and he tightened, but I went on combing, in long, even strokes that swept over his head and laid his hair untangled in a soft, gleaming mass over my thigh. After a moment, he opened his eyes, dark and half-focused.
“Sassenach?” he said softly.
“I dinna ken any language that I think ye wouldna understand.”
He breathed once more, closed his eyes, and began haltingly to speak, his voice soft as the beating of my heart.
Music blared through the hallways of Riverdale High as I stood outside with the two guys. I pressed my cigarette to my crimson-tinted lips and took one last drag before dropping it on the steps and crushing it with my shoe.
“Ready?” Kevin asked, his arm slung casually round Joaquin’s waist.
“Let’s just get this over with” I muttered and pushed the door open. Kitsch banners hung from the ceiling and paper hearts scattered the hallway. I rolled my eyes at the sight and followed the music to the cafeteria.
A sea of students greeted my eyes. Some were dancing, some were chatting at tables, some were watching the three girls on stage. Joaquin and Kevin walked in right behind me and Kevin let out a low whistle.
“Impressive, right?” A pretty blonde girl approached us and hugged Kevin. I turned to look at Joaquin with pleading eyes.
“You promised.” he muttered in my ear.
It’s true, I had promised. After four games of pool the night before Joaquin and I had decided whoever broke the tie would have to do the other’s bidding. Had I won, I would have made him do something stupid like make him drive his motorbike blindfolded. But luck was not on my side and my payment was to accompany him to a Riverdale dance.
“Fuck’s sake, man” I had shouted at him. “Anything but that”
“Oh come on, it’ll be fun! You might find yourself a nice rich kid.” Joaquin had said with a dashing smile.
At least I’d been able to come on my own terms. Maybe Joaquin was happy to wear his ridiculous suit and try and blend in with all the posh idiots, but I wasn’t going to stoop that low.
“Y/N, this is Betty” Kevin said with a broad smile. “Y/N is a friend of Joaquin’s.”
I shook Betty’s hand briefly.
“It’s so nice you decided to come along.” She sounded genuine so I decided to give her a chance.
“Thanks. I like your dress” I said, indicating her long peachy outfit.
“Thank you!” she said, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. “I like your… jacket.”
“You’ll like the back even more” I said with a wink and turned to show her the Serpent emblem on the back.
“I told her not to wear that” Joaquin mumbled and Betty looked a bit uncomfortable. I smirked to myself. Rich kids were so easy to unsettle.
“Shall we find a table?” Kevin tried to break the silence.
“Jug, Ronnie and I have a table back there.” Betty scurried off towards a gorgeous dark-haired girl and a kid I recognised. I followed.
Introductions were made and I nodded at Jughead “Aren’t you FP’s son?”
Brow furrowed he nodded in reply.
“He talks a lot about you, doesn’t he?” I said jabbing Joaquin in the chest with my elbow.
But Joaquin was too busy making out with Kevin to notice me. Rolling my eyes I slipped my hand into my jacket pocket and pulled out a flask. I took a swig and offered it to Jughead who refused.
Veronica accepted and took a sip. Jughead and Betty slipped off toward the dancefloor and the two guys were still in a battle of the tongues.
“Not that I’m against a bit of PDA…” Veronica said to me in a staged whisper.
“Yeah, I could do without it” I said taking another swig of my vodka.
“You didn’t bring a date?” Veronica asked.
“Nope. And believe me, I’m not here willingly.”
A grin spread across her face. “Well, you never know.. You may yet find someone to entertain you.” She looked round. “In fact, this is my plan for the night. Tell me your type.”
I bit back a comment about how rich kids were not my type because this girl seemed like she might be fun. I shrugged. “I don’t really have one.”
“Well are you more of a Kim or Kanye kind of girl?”
“Oh she’s a bit of both, aren’t you?” Kevin said, finally untangling himself from my friend.
“How can you tell?” I asked surprised.
“Please! It’s written all over you. I can smell the bisexuality.”
Everyone laughed and I found myself relaxing a bit around these kids. Passing my flask to Joaquin I pointed to a tall guy with dark hair. “Tell me about him.”
“Oooh, Reggie!” Veronica said excitedly. “He’s your run-of-the-mill jock really. Head of the football team, hot but -”
“Dull?” I finished. “Yeah maybe not. How about him?”
The game went on for a while, me pointing out more and more unlikely people and Kevin and Veronica giving me all the scoop about them. Eventually Kevin and Joaquin headed for the dancefloor and I was left with Veronica.
“I’ve nearly run out of vodka” I muttered tilting the bottle this way and that to estimate the remaining liquid.
Veronica, who was quite tipsy by now, ignored me and called over people’s heads: “There’s my Archiekins!”
A red-haired kid joined us, snaking an arm round Veronica’s shoulders.
“Y/N this is Archiekins. Archiekins this is my new friend, Y/N.”
Archie grinned at me and Veronica continued, leaning across our table towards me. “Archie and I are sort of seeing each other but we haven’t told anyone.” Archie looked at her alarmed. “But you won’t tell, will you?”
“I won’t.” I reassured her.
“Good, because we haven’t told Betty or Kev-” but I drowned Veronica’s speech out as my gaze fell upon the one. The girl I now knew I’d been waiting for all night.
“Ronnie, who’s that?” I interrupted and inclined my head in the direction of the gorgeous girl.
Veronica and Archie turned to see who I was looking at. “Oh no, Y/N, you don’t want to mess with her. That’s Cheryl Blossom.”
I rose out of my seat my eyes fixed upon the fiery hair, sure if I lost her in the crowd that she’d slip away and I’d never find her again. “Y/N, I really don’t think it’s a good idea…” Veronica called after me but I was already walking into the crowd of students.
I walked right up to her. Of course, she didn’t fail to notice me. Her eyes bore into mine, lip curled in a derisive smirk.
“What do you want, freak?” she asked me imperiously. I could instantly tell her type - entitled, bossy, mean girl.
“Do you have a light?” I asked calmly. She looked rather taken aback.
“No.” Maybe she was thrown by the way I was looking at her. I knew her type and I knew how to make them squirm.
“Well, is that it? Or are you going to just stand here and gawk?” She asked regaining some of her confidence.
“Nope, I’m going.” I turned away, ensuring that my hair swished just enough and that my hips swayed as I walked away.
Once outside I leaned against the wall and lit my cigarette, exhaling in a cloud of grey smoke. The night was mild, starry and full of promise.
I wasn’t halfway through my cigarette when I heard the sound of heels walking my way. A waft of honey swept over me. Was that her shampoo?
“What are you doing here?” she asked.
I tapped my cigarette against my mouth in answer and watched her gaze travel from my face to stop at my lips.
“I can see that, you chimney. I mean, what are you doing here?”
“I was invited” I shrugged.
“This dance is for Riverdale students, not Southside squatters.”
“I see.” I threw my cigarette down and took a step towards her. “I’ll be on my way then.”
I was standing very near her by now. “Unless you’d prefer me to stay, Cheryl Blossom.”
“How do you know my name, you stalker?” she asked in an accusitory tone but her eyes didn’t leave mine.
“I’m Y/N.” I said quietly.
“Well, Y/N, why don’t you head off home, then?”
“Now that I know how much my presence annoys you, I think I might stay” I said and turned on my heel back into the hallway.
“Oh. No. You. Don’t!” Cheryl shouted behind me. “I organised this dance from start to finish. And you were never meant to be part of it.”
“Too bad, gorgeous. I’m here now and, against my better judgement, I’m having fun.”
She had caught up with me and stood there fuming. Inadvertently, my eyes strayed to her lips. But I had to contain myself, I couldn’t kiss her, not until it was the right time.
In a cloud of red hair and honey-sweet smell Cheryl pounced and her lips were hungry against mine. A knot I didn’t know existed tightened round my stomach and I felt near suffocation. It was the most amazing feeling.
She pulled away, backing up to lean on one of the lockers. “Everything happens on my terms, Southside. Now leave my dance.”
“Actually, I think it happens on my terms” I muttered and pulled her back against my lips. Her body melted against mine and the music and laughter sounded very far away now. Everything was just Cheryl’s lips on mine and my hands in her hair.
“After-party at yours, Cher?” a jock called as he passed.
Cheryl unglued her lips from mine just long enough to shout back at him “Find somewhere else, loser.” Then quietly, “I’m busy tonight”
It looks like it was worth going to the stupid dance after all.
A/N: This is my first fic on here. This just randomly came to me a few days ago. Hope you enjoyed and let me know if you have any ideas for stuff for me to write. xoxo
Warnings: Mentions of cheating, overwhelming amount of fluff
Summary: A late night visit may be just the nudge Y/N need some to admit some repressed feelings for her co-star
A/N: Here’s a super cute Mike Faist imagine!!! Enjoy
I knocked cautiously on Mike’s door, my vision blurred slightly with tears. I glanced at my watch, the bright numbers displaying the time. 11:45 PM. I shivered, pulling my mildly useless jacket closer to me. The door groaned slightly and opened to reveal a very dishevelled Mike, his eyes widening as he took in my form. “Oh my god. Y/N what’s wrong?” Mike said, gesturing for me to come in as he rubbed sleep from his eyes. “I’m so sorry for waking you up.” I said and Mike frowned, waving his hand about. “I was just about to go to bed, so I wasn’t technically asleep.” Mike said, running a hand through his hair. “I, uh, you were the closest person to where I was.” I said and Mike looked at me curiously, his eyes raking up and down my body. “Y/N… what happened?” Mike asked again, his voice slightly louder this time. “You remember Daniel? My boyfriend.” I said, my voice shaking as I spoke. Mike nodded solemnly, distaste clear on his face. “Yes, I remember him.” Mike said, gesturing for me to continue. “Well, we, uh, went out to some club to celebrate the move to Broadway. We were having a great time, but he… he.” I said, feeling the hot tears run down my face. Mike’s face contorted into a look of sadness, and he pulled me into a tight hug. “You don’t have to explain if you don’t want to.” Mike said, sensing that something bad had happened. “No, I should at least explain why I’m at your door crying at 11:45 PM.” I said, taking in a deep breath as my tears stained Mike’s shirt. “He was all over this other girl. At first I thought it wasn’t him, just someone random, but I knew it was him, deep down.” I sputtered, the tears now freely flowing. Mike held me tighter, and I buried my face in the crook of his neck, inhaling the comforting scent of his cologne. “I went up to him, asked him about it. He… he just denied it and yelled at me for being ridiculous and paranoid.” I said, and Mike pushed me back slightly, looking into my now red and puffy eyes. “There is no way in hell you deserve someone who treats you like that.” Mike said calmly, although his eyes betrayed the anger he was trying to hide. “I broke up with him, of course, but I was so scared. I… I thought he was going to hit me.” I whispered, not trusting my voice enough to raise the volume. “Oh Y/N.” Mike whispered, pulling me in tight. We stood there like that for a few minutes, his arms around my waist, my head buried in his neck. It made me forget all about the drama with Daniel and the club, and I was incredibly grateful. “You wanna watch Tangled?” Mike asked and I laughed softly, nodding my head. Mike let go of me, the warmth immediately dissipating as soon as he did. “I don’t care that it’s midnight. We’re going to watch Tangled, I’ll make some hot chocolate, and you can stay the night.” Mike said, wiping a stray tear from my cheek. I mustered up a half smile and took my arms off his neck. “Thank you.” I whispered, looking up at Mike with adoration. His cheeks went slightly pink as he scratched the back of his neck. “You deserve to be happy. I know what makes you happy, and I will make sure that you have forgotten all about this Daniel prick by the end of the night. Or morning.” Mike said and I nodded, taking a seat on the couch. “Do the others know?” Mike asked from the kitchen and I shook my head. “It’s just you. I panicked and took a taxi to the only address I could remember. Yours.” I said and I heard Mike take in a sharp breath. “I’m just glad you’re safe.” Mike said softly and I exhaled, sinking into the couch. I turned on the TV and clicked on Netflix, the light from the screen making me wince slightly. “Hot chocolate’s ready.” Mike called and I smiled at him, queuing Tangled up. I padded over to the kitchen, the smell of the hot drink overwhelming me. I picked up my mug, noticing that Mike had pulled his long hair up into a bun. “The bun suits you, Faist.” I said, not noticing how red Mike’s cheeks went when I said it. “Thanks Y/N.” Mike replied, his voice kind of shaky. “And thank you for the hot chocolate. You know how much I love this drink.” I said, picking up a mug and feeling the warmth seep into my fingers. However, I noticed it paled in comparison to the warmth I felt when Mike was hugging me. “You ready for the movie?” Mike asked and I nodded, watching as a strand of hair fell from Mike’s bun. I reached over, almost subconsciously, and tucked the strand behind his ear. His eyes flitted from my hand to my face, and I felt my cheeks heat up. “Let’s, uh, let’s go watch the movie.” Mike said, breaking the silence that had settled. I walked over to the living room and sat down on the extremely comfortable couch. Mike sat down next to me, close enough for his body heat to warm my slightly, despite not touching me. “Let’s get this show on the road.” I said, earning a slight chuckle from Mike. He pressed play on the movie and I relaxed into the couch, letting out a content sigh. “This is the story of how I died.” I muttered along with the movie, taking a sip of my hot chocolate. Mike chuckled softly, a half smile on his face. “You’re such a Disney nerd, Y/N.” Mike muttered and I rolled my eyes, shuffling slightly towards him. “There is nothing wrong with being a grown adult who loves Disney.” I retorted, watching Mother Gothel find the flower onscreen. “I never said there was anything wrong with it. I was in a Broadway musical based on a Disney movie.” Mike said and I smiled widely at him. “I forgot you were a Newsie.” I responded, poking Mike’s cheek gently. His cheeks flushed pink and he took a quick sip of his drink. I moved over so I was pressed against Mike’s side, a comforting feeling washing over me. Mike inhaled sharply, but he quickly relaxed, wrapping an arm around my shoulders. The movie rolled quickly, and before I knew it, it was half way through. “Thank you for doing this for me.” I said, resting my head in the crook of Mike’s neck. He pressed a light kiss to the top of my head, and I closed my eyes, suddenly feeling very tired. My hot chocolate lay discarded on the coffee table, and the movie was quickly becoming white noise to me. “You tired?” Mike asked and I hummed in response, feeling too tired to nod. Mike chuckled and pressed pause on the movie, the silence arriving suddenly. “Let’s get you to bed.” Mike said, gently picking me up and clutching me close to his chest. Mike carried me with ease, and laid me down on his bed. “Stay… please.” I murmured, taking a hold of his wrist. Mike let out a sigh, and I smiled to myself when I felt the bed dip slightly. Mike tentatively wrapped his arms around my waist, and I let out a content sigh at the feeling. I relaxed into the embrace, feeling secure and protected in Mike’s arms. “Goodnight Mike.” I muttered, slowly drifting off. “Goodnight Y/N.” I heard Mike whisper before I finally fell asleep.
I slowly opened my eyes, noticing that I was in a room that was not my own. I felt a pair of arms around my waist and my eyes widened, memories of last night flooding my brain. “Y/N?” A heard a voice say groggily that definitely did not belong to Daniel. “Yeah. I’m up.” I responded, rolling around so I was facing Mike. I inhaled sharply at the little space between our faces, and I got a good look at him. His usually dark hair looked auburn in the morning light, and his face was screwed up in a way that somehow still looked attractive. “What time is it?” Mike groaned, his voice lower and hoarder than usual. “It’s like 8:30.” I said, glancing at my watch. Mike let out another groan and finally opened his eyes, wincing slightly at the brightness of the room. “Don’t get up just yet.” Mike whispered, his breath tickling my face. I let out a breath I didn’t know I was holding and wrapped my arms around him, pulling him flush against me. His long hair was soft against my skin, and in that moment I felt something I had never felt with Daniel. Love. And it scared me. I can’t be in love with Mike. We’re best friends, we play brother and sister. This can’t be right. As I waged my internal battle, I looked over at Mike, who looked so peaceful. I had finally woken up enough to notice that he wasn’t wearing a shirt and I felt my heart rate speed up. This really wasn’t helping. “You hungry?” I muttered, trying to pretend I wasn’t enjoying the feeling of his bare chest pressed against me. “I’m starving.” Mike said, a shiver passing over me as he spoke. “Perfect.” I said, gingerly letting go of him. I sat up and noticed that I was still wearing my, now incredibly crumpled, dress from last night. “You wanna make something or just eat out?” I said and Mike snorted, his cheeks going a pinkish colour. My eyes widened as I realised what I said, and I buried my face in my hands. “It’s too early for innuendos.” I muttered to myself, shaking my head slightly. “There there.” Mike said sarcastically, patting my shoulder. “We can just go to Starbucks or something.” I said and Mike nodded, getting up off the bed and walking over to his wardrobe. He pulled on a shirt, and I was slightly disappointed that he did. “You can wear something of mine if you want.” Mike said and my eyes widened slightly. “Oh, uh, sure.” I said, walking over next to Mike. He looked through his wardrobe and pulled out a black and white shirt, as well as a pair of sweatpants. “They’ll probably be a bit big.” Mike said and I nodded, suddenly feeling a wave of affection for him wash over me. I took in a deep breath and placed my lips on his, the bundle of clothing dropping from his hands immediately. He snaked his arms around my waist, his long hair brushing against my cheeks. I rested my arms on his shoulders, focusing on nothing but Mike and how right it felt to have his lips against mine. Mike pulled away slowly, our breathing slightly laboured. “Y/N.” Mike breathed out, his cheeks flushed. “I tried to push it down. I tried to ignore how I felt about you. I realise now that Daniel was just a distraction. Distracting me… from you.” I said, panting slightly as the words escaped my mouth. I felt like a weight had been lifted from my shoulders, a weight I didn’t realise I was carrying around. “I have been waiting to say this since the first workshop for Dear Evan Hansen. Y/N Y/L/N, I love you. I have loved you since we first met, and it’s been heartbreaking to play your brother eight times a week, and watch you fall in love with Ben every night.” Mike said, kissing my forehead, his lips lingering on my skin. “Just gonna say. You’re a much better kisser than Ben. Much better.” I said and Mike laughed, looking at me with love in his eyes. “I sure hope so.” Mike said before capturing my lips in a kiss, this one a little rougher than the first. I tangled my hands in his hair, his grip on my waist tight. His chest was pressed into my own, and his skin was warm to the touch. I pulled away reluctantly, my lungs and cheeks burning. “How about we go to Starbucks… together?” Mike asked, a bashful smile on his face. “As far as first dates go, Starbucks with you sounds perfect.” I said, kissing his cheek. Mike picked up the discarded bundle of fabric and passed it to me, the clothes soft in my hands. “I’ll go get changed then we can go.” I said and Mike nodded, smiling brightly at me. I ducked off and quickly swapped my dress for Mike’s shirt and sweatpants, and re-entered his room. “You look… wow.” Mike stammered, and I felt my cheeks heat up. “You look so cute, oh my god.” Mike said, bringing me into a tight hug. “Thanks Mike.” I said, returning the hug. “It’s no problem Y/N. No problem at all.”
i have an au.. how about alone at prom! dan and phil, and phil feels bad for seeing such a sad dan, so he shows him just how fun prom can be?? [smut]
//car smut hc maybe?? bonus points for steamy windows & voyeurism ✨✨
//Teacher x student?
Warning!! Smut: Teacher x Student, car sex, rough sex, daddy kink, dirty talk, degradation, age gap, riding, Dan’s in a skirt, pastel x punk, etc etc.
~Dan had been stood up, and due to that here he sat, alone, at his prom. He was 17, sat in a fluffy pink skirt and a nice matching sweater. He had agreed with his boyfriend to dress as they normally would, and so to make matters worse, he looked like an idiot at prom too.
~Phil had been given the job of chaperoning the prom. As one of the teachers, he wanted to be involved in the prom anyways, so he didn’t mind. In the back he noticed Dan. Under a small florescent light, crying softly with his hands on his head. He sighed and decided to go see what was wrong.
~Phil set his hand on the table, getting Dan’s attention and smiling slightly. “What’s wrong?” He asked nicely and watched Dan dry his eyes, shrugging slightly. “My boyfriend stood me up..” he explained, his voice raspy.
~Phil frowned slightly and looked at him with confusion. “Why would he do that?” He asked, Dan staying silent. “I’m sorry that he did that, Dan. I know I’m just your History teacher, but I am sorry. How about I take you home yeah?” He offered and Dan nodded, smiling softly. “Please?” He asked.
~Phil nodded, taking his hand and helping him up, watching his skirt flutter. /God id love to see under the pink/ he thought, shaking the idea away and walking with him.
~Phil opened the door of his car, watching Dan get in and chuckling a little. His body was so nice. Maybe it was weird to be 29, a teacher too, and lusting after a 17 year old. But hey. Maybe he liked being weird.
~Dan had always liked Mr. Lester. He was nice to him, never got mad at him even for being late, helped him with the material. And god was he hot. Dan couldn’t decide what he wanted more: To kiss his face, or sit on his face.
~Phil rolled up his sleeves, exposing tattoos and veins down his arms as he started driving out the parking lot. “You have tattoos?” Dan asked and Phil nodded slightly, looking over at him. “Yeah. Quite a few. I used to have a lot of piercings too as a teenager.” He chuckled. “I miss being a teen sometimes.”
~Dan smiled and looked over at him. “What piercings did you have?” He asked, looking at his arms and biting his lip slightly.
~Phil shrugged, keeping his eyes on the road. “I had an eyebrow bar, my hair was like blue, I had snake bites, I hate my nose pierced, I had my- wait now that one I won’t share.” He laughed.
~Dan raised an eyebrow. “Oh do tell that story.” He pressed, poking his shoulder. “Had like a Prince Albert or something?” He teased, seeing his teacher blush a little. “Oh my god you did!” He snorted.
~Phil reached over and hit him gently. “Shut up! I took it out years ago.” He chuckled. “Don’t you dare tell anyone I told you that I could loose my job.” He warned and Dan held up two hands in defense. “Secrets safe with me.” He giggled.
~Phil smiled and nodded. “Good. So why’d you get stood up tonight. Come on tell me.” He smiled.
~Dan shrugged and looked over at him. “Don’t laugh.” He said. “He drove us here, and in the car I brought up marriage after high school, we’ve been together 3 years it seemed plausible to me. He wasn’t to keen on the idea, told me about how he cheated on me last week with Claire, and pushed me out of his car and drove off.” He got out, looking at him with sad eyes.
~Phil looked at him and bit his lip. “That’s ridiculous.” He said blatantly. “No. Prom is when you’re supposed to have sex and get drunk and be with friends or someone you’re in love with, you shouldn’t have gotten ditched out on. Hell on my prom? I had a threesome with my English teacher and her step daughter. Then I went and got drunk in a park with my friends. That’s what prom is is the closing of your high school year, last chance to make mistakes and have fun with people you care about.” He ranted, honestly angry as he went on.
~Dan shrugged and looked away sadly. “Prom is that for everyone else but not for me I guess.” He shrugged. “You fucked a teacher and her step daughter?” He asked.
~Phil shrugged and looked at him with a smirk. “I’m actually really proud of that one.” He said matter of factly. “But listen here. No. I’m not letting your prom suck.” He said firmly. “You’re going to do something fun and memorable.” He insisted.
~Dan scoffed slightly and shrugged. “Oh yeah like what?” He asked, feeling the car stop as they pulled into an empty parking lot. He looked over at Phil and saw the smirk across his face. “You’re hooking up with a teacher.” He said and leaned forward, kissing him firmly and taking him by surprise.
~Dan squeaked with shock but didn’t pull back, kissing back at the same pace and gasping for breaths in between. He felt an arm around his waist, being pulled into the next seat. He sat on the teachers lap, lips moving against each other roughly, hips starting to grind into each other.
~Dan rolled his hips, closing his eyes as arms wrapped tight around his waist, letting out a loud guttural moan when Phil started attacking his neck with rough kissing and biting.
~Dan leaned back, eyes squeezing shut. He moaned, breathy and high pitched, putting most porn stars to shame with his obscene noises. Phil kept kissing his neck, biting hard before grabbing at the neck of his sweater and ripping, the fabric sliding off Dan’s body slowly. He pushed him back, kissing his collarbones and chest and rutting up hard into him.
~Dan was coming apart quickly, lips and teeth and tongue scraping over sensitive spots on his neck and chest, marks showing up along his light almond skin.
~Phil pulled back, admiring his work before Dan’s hands slowly started working over his belt. “Lube is in the glove compartment.” He said.
~Dan nodded quickly, grabbing it and uncapping it after pulling out his teachers length. “You’re a lot bigger than I’d imagined.“he said, almost gulping.
~Phil chuckled, grinning up at him. “Think you can take it all princess?” He asked, leaning back in the seat and groaning softly as Dan started stroking over him with the lube, coating him thoroughly.
~Phil opened his eyes, looking into Dan’s and feeling him position over him. He leaned forward, kissing Dan firmly. He moaned against his lips, feeling Dan start to sink down slowly. “You’re so fucking tight baby.” He whispered, his voice lowered.
~Phil bucked up, hearing Dan whimper in pain and smirking, bucking his hips again and hearing Dan moan. “You like the pain.” He chuckled, gripping Dan by the waist and starting to fuck up into him slightly.
~Dan gripped the back of the seat, leaning against Phil as he was fucked into. He moaned loudly, his spot being hit hard over and over again. “Fuck fuck!” He cried out, starting to move his hips up and down along with his thrusts.
~Phil grinned and slowed his own thrusts, groaning quietly, near silent. “Fuck yourself down on my cock like a good little bitch.” He smirked, reaching up and grabbing Dan’s neck. “I know you can do better than this, show daddy how good your cunt really is.” He growled, tightening his grip on Dan’s throat, hearing him moan loudly at the feeling.
~Dan sped up his bounces, whining loudly and hitting his own prostate with each hard slam down. Phil groaned again a little louder, tightening his grip again and looking at Dan with lust. “God I’ve wanted this ass for so long..” he mumbled. “Good little whore, fucking your teacher, taking his cock in and out of your tight little hole. Do you like my cock baby? Tell daddy how much you like his cock.” He cooed.
~Dan whimpered, his hands on Phil’s shoulders now as he bounced hard and fast. “Daddy! I love your cock, you fuck me so good, use my pussy so good! Please daddy touch me! I wanna cum so bad!” He cried out and Phil smirked, bucking up into him hard. “You’re coming untouched, just from my thick cock fucking you, abusing your spot until you can’t take it anymore. Understand slut?” He asked, seeing Dan nod slightly. He smacked his ass hard, bucking up still. “Do you fucking understand?” He asked again. “Yes daddy!” Dan cried out.
~Phil wrapped his arms around his waist again, groaning loudly. “Gonna make me cum baby, riding me so good.” He mumbled, feeling himself almost throb as he grew closer, heat building in his stomach. “Fuck daddy!” Dan cried out loud, the windows fogging up as their skin grew wet with sweat, both men panting and moaning.
~Dan screamed, scratching hard on Phil’s back and shoulders as he came, white ribbons getting on his own stomach as he fucked himself harder on Phil’s length, riding out his orgasm, clenching tightly around him.
~Phil’s eyes rolled back, Dan getting impossibly tighter. “Good boy..coming hard without touching your perfect little cock..” he rasped out, looking into his eyes and pulling him close, roughly fucking into him harder and harder, groaning louder than he had all night as he came hard, deep inside the younger boy.
~They panted, laying against each other and sighing in content. “Fuck…so that’s the fun prom is supposed to be.” Dan joked and Phil chuckled. “Indeed. You know not to tell anyone about this right?” He asked and Dan nodded. “Cross my heart.” He smiled cutely.
~A few months passed of them doing this, eventually actually starting to go on dates.
~Phil was passing back quizzes, getting to Dan’s desk and laying the paper down, finger tips tracing Dan’s arm as he walked off.
~Dan looked down, checking the grade and smiling wide at what was written on his paper.
You’re sitting on my face tonight”
A/N: In high school my dad watched his best friend pierce his own dick, take an aspirin and go ‘It looks good right!’ That’s why I included the dick ref.