#amazingfireskies

"What the hell is your problem Dan?" Phil spat back, setting the glass down and heading to his bedroom. Dan tried to get up to chase after him, but he was struggling, barely making it off the floor before Phil was back in the kitchen. 

"W-wait. Wait Phil. Come help me." Dan begged, still trying to pick himself up.

"Help yourself. I'm going to get some air." Phil said as he opened the door. "And maybe some practice." Phil mumbled not so quietly. He wanted Dan to hear, not that he'd pick up on it anyway.

Then Phil left, leaving Dan to fend for himself in the apartment. He did feel a little guilty, leaving Dan alone when he was that drunk. But he had been that drunk so often lately, and he needed a break. And honestly, he needed some attention. 

So Phil went to the one place he knew he would get both, Charlie's. He had made it to his place in no time, taking a deep breath as he knocked on the door. He hear a bit of shuffling and then the door opened, a surprised look on Charlie's face as he realized who he was.

"Phil?! Charlie asked with a smile, wrapping his arms urgently around Phil's neck and holding him tight. He was always excited to see him.

"Hey Charlie." Phil said in a low voice, closing his eyes as he wrapped his arms around his waist. He loved how excited Charlie always was to see him. He hadn't gotten that feeling with Dan in a really long time. 

They hugged for longer than socially acceptable, Phil finally pulling Charlie off gently. He smiled, his face lit up.

"Do you want to come in?" Charlie asked, his hand moving to Phil's arm.

"Yes please." Phil mumbled, letting Charlie pull him inside. Charlie closed the door behind him, turning to see Phil already finding his place on the couch.

"So what's the matter?" Charlie asked, sitting next to Phil with his arm outstretched over the back of the couch. 

"What do you mean?" Phil asked, surprised. 

"You only come over when something's wrong..." Charlie responded, staring at Phil as he waited for an answer. Phil sighed, looking down at his hands and then up at Charlie.

"It's just Dan..." He started, fiddling with his hands again. "He...he's really drunk tonight and he was being kind of an ass and..."

Phil paused, sighing before starting again. Charlie rubbed his hand over Phil's back comfortingly. "...we...haven't had sex in a while. And he was so drunk tonight. I just...I don't know anymore." Phil said quietly, tearing up. 

"I'm sorry to hear that." Charlie said genuinely, even though somewhere deep down he was kind of glad to hear Dan was causing problems. He had never really had a problem with Dan but there was always a part of him that believed that Phil could do better.

Charlie scooted closer, wrapping his arm around Phil's shoulders and pulling him in for a side hug. 

"Stay as long as you need to." 

"Thanks." Phil rested his head into Charlie, trying to compose himself.

They stayed that way for a while, not really speaking but just enjoying each other's company. Charlie missed the way Phil felt, the way his black hair sat perfectly, the perfect way he smelled. Honestly, he just missed how close they used to be. Charlie placed a gentle kiss to the top of Phil's head, tightening his hold on Phil. 

"I've missed hanging out with you Phil." Charlie admitted, rubbing his thumb lightly back and forth on Phil's shoulder.

"I've missed this too Charlie. I'm sorry I haven't called to hang out in a while. You...you deserve better than that. You've always been there for me." Phil spoke quietly, moving his head to look up at Charlie. He smiled, staring right back at Phil.

"Well I'm glad you're here now." Charlie leaned in slowly, planning on just placing a kiss to Phil's forehead, but Phil had other ideas.

-----------Meanwhile---------------

Dan had fallen asleep on the floor, waking up in a haze as he took in his surroundings. Where was Phil? He thought as he grabbed his head. He looked at the clock: 3 am. Then he remembered their fight. 

Dan got up off the floor, stumbling into the counter. He shakily reached for the glass of water Phil had set there and chugged the whole thing, then filled it up again. He downed 4 glasses before he started to feel better.

What had Phil meant when he said he'd go practice? Dan racked over it over and over in his head. He realized he had been kind of a dick, even if it was unintentional, but that wouldn't make Phil.....want to cheat....right?

Dan got a sinking feeling in his chest as he realized exactly what Phil was going to do. Dan rushed as fast as he could to get his jacket and wallet and ran out the door, climbing into a taxi and directing him to the one place he knew Phil would run off to.....Charlie's. 

----------Back at Charlie's-------------

Phil turned his head, slamming his lips urgently against Charlie's. He didn't object at first, relishing in the feel of Phil's lips against him. It had been so long since he'd gotten affection from anyone, and he was trying to savor it, even though he knew it was wrong.

But he pushed Phil away. 

"Phil....are you sure you want to do this?" Charlie asked as they stared at each other. Phil had Charlie with his back against the couch now, his hips holding down Charlie's hips. 

"Oh yes." Phil replied as he leaned down to meet Charlie's lips again, grinding his hips into him. They were both already so hard, both so desperate to be touched.

Charlie didn't object any longer. He moved his arms around to Phil's ass, gripping it tightly as he bucked up into him. Then he moved to Phil's pants, quickly unbuttoning them and shimmying them down. 

Phil moaned, helping Charlie get both his pants and boxers off, then sitting up. He reached down to slide off Charlie's sweatpants, his breath hitching as he realized he wasn't wearing any underwear underneath them. 

Phil bit his lip, ripping his pants off and throwing them to the side. He ripped off his own shirt, thankful in that moment Charlie never wore one.

Phil passionately met Charlie's lips again, digging his hips in and grinding their cocks together as he nibbled on his bottom lip.

Charlie moaned, wrapping his hands around Phil's ass again and gripping tight, holding his cock against him. 

"I want you." Charlie admitted, staring up at Phil with lustful eyes. There was a pull inside Phil that was telling him this was wrong, that he should stop now and go home to a wasted Dan. But that thought just sent a pit of rage through Phil. He growled, needing some kind of release.

"God I want you too." Phil replied. Charlie smirked, loving angry Phil.

"Bedroom?" Charlie asked with a mischievous smirk on his face. Phil nodded, getting up off of Charlie and yanking him off the couch. In his adrenaline rage he picked Charlie up and threw him over his shoulder, eliciting a shriek from Charlie.

"What are you doing?" He asked, giggling.

"You're mine now." Phil replied, running into the bedroom. He closed and locked the door behind him, making sure they wouldn't be interrupted. Phil threw Charlie down onto the bed, wasting no time meeting his lips again. 

Phil grabbed Charlie's wrists and pinned them down against the bed as he nibbled along his jawline. Charlie felt like he was going crazy. Was this really happening? 

Phil bit down, sucking a bruise on Charlie's neck as he rolled his hips around on top of him. Charlie moaned loudly, arching his back into Phil.

"Oh god Phil."

Phil smirked against his skin, flicking his tongue over the newly formed bruise. 

"You want more?" Phil whispered in his ear, nibbling on his earlobe. Charlie shuddered, biting his lip. 

"Fuck me." 

"What was that?" Phil asked playfully, pulling away to look at Charlie.

"Fuck me hard Phil." He stared up at him with lustful eyes.

"What do you say?" He asked, loving the feeling of being in control.

"Please Phil. Please fuck me."Charlie begged, giving Phil exactly what he wanted. 

Phil smiled evilly and pulled away from Charlie, releasing his hands and throwing him farther up the bed. He knew Charlie wouldn't dare move.

Phil dug through his nightstand, reminiscing over all the things in there and how they had been used in the past. 

First, he pulled out the wrist cuffs, shaking them at Charlie. It sent a shiver through him. 

Phil reached over him, grabbing one wrist and sliding it in the cuff then tying it to the bed post. Then he grabbed his other wrist, repeating the action as Charlie watched. 

Then Phil went back to the nightstand, rummaging through the drawer and pulling out the bottle of lube. Charlie watched as Phil made his way around the bed, spreading out Charlie's legs and squirting a generous amount of lube into his hands. 

Phil teased his finger around Charlie's hole, the image of him tied up like this sending him into a reel of old memories. Charlie whimpered, begging Phil with his eyes to stop teasing.

Phil pushed his finger in, swirling it around a few times before pumping it roughly in and out of him. Charlie moaned, pulling on his restraints as he felt himself stretching. Phil quickly slid in another, pumping quickly and watching as Charlie's body shook. He loved teasing him.

"More." Charlie said through gritted teeth.

Phil smirked, scissoring his fingers and quickly shoving in another. He curled his fingers up into him, holding them there for a while and watching as Charlie squirmed.

"God Phil please stop teasing." Charlie whimpered, his legs bouncing around impatiently. But Phil just laughed, pulling all his fingers out swiftly, making Charlie feel empty. 

Phil reached for the lube again, squirting some into his hand and rubbing it slowly over himself. He stroked unhurriedly, knowing Charlie was watching.

"If you don't get inside me soon, I'm gonna fucking slap you." Charlie yelled out, pulling impatiently at his restraints. Phil laughed again, hopping onto the bed and placing himself in between Charlie's legs.

"I'd like to see you try in the position you're in right now." Phil retorted as he placed his tip teasingly at Charlie's hole. He waited for Charlie to object.

"Don't make me beg Phil." 

"Beg for it baby." Phil ordered as he pushed himself in just a little bit. Charlie's breath hitched, his cock twitching with want as he stared down at Phil. 

Dan had made it to Charlie's. He stood outside the door and thought about knocking, wondering if he really wanted to know what was going on. He decided to just try the knob, shocked to find it was unlocked. He let himself in, trying to listen for any sort of noise. 

"Please Phil god! Please don't make me wait anymore!"

Dan's head turned quickly, running to Charlie's bedroom. He listened carefully, trying to hear what was going on inside.

Phil snickered evilly as he pushed himself into Charlie slowly, forcing himself in as far as he could go. Phil wrapped his hands around Charlie's thighs to allow himself to go in even deeper.

"Is this what you want?" Phil asked, holding himself still inside of him. Charlie bucked wildly, trying desperately to create some friction between them.

"Fuck yes. Come on Phil!" He yelled as he pushed himself into him, furrowing his brow as he stared up at Phil. He was always too good at teasing.

Phil smirked and began thrusting into him quickly, the sound of sex filling the room. Charlie groaned loudly, pulling frantically at his restraints. God Phil felt so good.

Dan's heart sunk as he realized what was going on. They were fucking, and it was all his fault. Dan shook his head, angry tears falling down his cheeks at the realization. 

Charlie forced himself to watch Phil entering and leaving him, the sight making his head dizzy. He felt so close already.

Phil moved one of his hands to Charlie's cock, wrapping his hand around it and stroking it in time with his thrusts. Charlie screamed out Phil's name, his eyes slamming shut as he got closer.

"Don't you dare come tli I say Charlie." Phil ordered, quickening his pace. 

Charlie bit his lip and nodded, panting as he tried to control his pleasure. Phil changed his angle a little, slamming into his prostate with each rough thrust into him. Charlie screamed out, his legs shaking as he felt on the brink of orgasm. Phil smiled evilly, knowing Charlie was about to lose it.

"Ask...for it." Phil ordered, feeling on the brink himself.

"Please Phil.....please can I come?" Charlie said in a rush, his hands growing sore from gripping his restraints so tightly.

"Come for me Charlie." Phil demanded, removing his hand from his cock to his thigh again to steady his thrusts into his prostate.

It sent Charlie over the edge. He came sloppily over his chest, screaming out Phil's name. The tightness of his hole around his cock sent Phil into his own orgasm. 

Dan couldn't listen anymore. He banged frantically on the door, screaming out for Phil. Tears were streaming down his face, anger and sadness taking over.

But Phil didn't stop. He felt a twinge of guilt as he thrusted him and Charlie through their orgasms, but he needed this. All he wanted these last few months was attention, and Dan had not been giving it to him.

Charlie examined Phil's face carefully, seeing the torment in his eyes as he came down from his pleasure high. Dan had stopped banging on the door, instead slinking down against it. His head fell in his hands as he sobbed.

Tears prickled Phil's eyes as his guilt set in. He stopped his thrusts and fell on top of Charlie, weeping. 

"Hey." Charlie whispered, fidgeting to try to get Phil's attention. "Phil it's okay. You guys will work this out." 

Charlie tried to comfort him, which was becoming more and more difficult with his hands being tied up. Phil held on to Charlie tightly, pulling out of him.

"Phil I really want to hug you and make you feel better but I kind of need your help here." Phil looked up, sniffling. He got up, shakily undoing Charlie's restraints. Once they were off, Charlie's arms were around him.

And Phil lost it. He cried hard into Charlie's shoulder, wrapping his arms around him too. Charlie rubbed his back consolingly.

Then he pulled back, shifting away from Phil and getting up off the bed. Phil just kept crying, wiping his eyes. Charlie quickly put his pants back on and opened the door, catching Dan as he almost fell backwards.

"Dan I'm sorry." Charlie said, realizing only then how drunk Dan still was. He reached down to help him up, getting him onto his feet.

"Thanks but it's not your fault Charlie." Dan sniffled, looking up and over at Phil. He ran over to him, and Phil expected the worse.

But Dan just wrapped his arms around him tight, whispering in his ear.

"I'm sorry Phil."

Phil wrapped his arms back around Dan, crying into his shoulder. He couldn't speak, he didn't know what else there was to say. 

"Thank you for taking care of him Charlie." 

There was a look of shock on Charlie's face as he heard Dan utter those words. Was he really thanking him for sleeping with his boyfriend? 

"Umm.....you're welcome?" Charlie said as he picked up Phil's clothes from the floor and bringing them over to them.

Dan pulled away and reached for Phil's clothes, getting his shirt on and then yanking him up off the bed. Charlie watched in confusion. Phil shooed Dan away.

"I can dress myself Dan." Phil snapped at him, grabbing his boxers off the bed and throwing them on. Charlie shuffled awkwardly.

"I'll just....leave you two alone." He said as he slunk off into the lounge. Phil buttoned up his pants and grabbed his things. 

"Why did you come here Dan?" Phil asked with a bitter tone to his voice.

"I....I was hoping I could find you before...." Dan shook his head, a tear falling from his cheek. Phil sighed, wiping his eyes as his frustration set in.

"Before I slept with someone else? Dan what did you expect? You haven't touched me in weeks and that's only when you're too drunk to even function right." Dan nodded.

"I know Phil. I....I'm not going to drink anymore. I don't like this feeling I have right now. I don't like that you made someone else come and I hate myself for pushing you to come here." Tears were running down his cheeks. 

Phil took a deep, calming breath and wrapped his arms around him, trying to comfort him.

"Shhh. It's okay Dan. I...I forgive you." 

Dan sniffled and pulled away, staring at Phil. "Let's go home."

Phil kept his arm wrapped around Dan's waist as they left the room, meeting Charlie in the lounge.

"Thank you....for everything." Dan said as he grabbed Charlie's arm. 

"No problem. I'm....glad you guys worked everything out." It killed him to say it but Dan had been so decent about everything that had happened. But he couldn't help himself. He grabbed Dan's arm and put his lips to his ear.

"You better give him some attention from now on Dan. You don't know how lucky you are." Charlie whispered almost inaudibly, but Dan nodded his head. He lead Phil out, holding his hand as they left the building.

"What did he say to you?" Phil asked.

"That I don't know how lucky I am."