Ever lie awake in bed wondering what it would've been like if Phil and Luzu actually fucked in that cave in day 1 of qsmp? No? Well too bad, because I wrote a fic!
You can find it over here!
“Can I take a breather for a sec?”
Luzu paused his smelting, a piece of coal in his hand as he glanced over at Phil. He's rubbing sorely at his shoulder, rotating it with a slightly pained expression on his face.
“Yeah, of course. Do you need food?” Luzu asked, depositing his coal into one of the three furnaces nearby, before striding over to assist his partner.
“Nah, I've got plenty. It's just been a lot today,” Phil reassured as Luzu plucked the shield from his hand, leaning it next to their crafting table.
“A lot of sounds, lots of fighting?” Luzu quirked an eyebrow, crouching down on the cave floor and patting the space next to him, motioning for Phil to join him. He gladly sat down, sighing as his body finally got to rest.
“Yeah, that and the adrenaline of exploring a new world with new people. It's been fun though, been a while since I've been a part of this,” Phil answered, a fond smile on his lips.
He took a deep breath, soaking in the warmth from the furnaces in the cold dark cave, leaning back against the crafting table with his legs folded in front of him. New server, new friends, yet the same old chaos he's had to deal with each time. Phil welcomed that chaos with open arms, knowing he'll never grow tired of experiencing that new beginning with each new adventure.
Beside him, Luzu laughed, the same fondness evident in his voice. “I did say we were gonna explode the server immediately. I mean, they literally blew up the wall within five minutes! Of course something crazy happens!”
Phil chuckled alongside Luzu, replaying the earlier scene in his head. “Of course they blew up the wall immediately, can't have shit in a server like this,” he wheezed, wiping a tear away. “It’s bound to happen— always does. God, I'm getting old…”
“Exactly, man I'm getting old too. Did you know Quackity said that I'm the oldest on the server?”
“He did?” Phil looked up, scanning Luzu's features. His eyes were hooded, and there was a hint of bags underneath his eyes, maybe even some smile lines, but that was nothing compared to Phil's crow's feet. “I mean, we're probably not that far off. You still look good for your age at least.”
Luzu chuckled, this time his smile deepening the lines on his face even more. “Thanks, man. I'm telling you, Quackity only says that because he's fifteen years younger than me, so I'm like, very old compared to him.”
“Eh, not that old for me,” Phil slipped out, the words escaping him before he could stop himself. His cheeks were tinted pink as he realised what he had said, but luckily, Luzu just laughed in response.
“I mean, they call me old too. It happens,” Phil corrected himself, looking away shyly, hoping Luzu didn't question the blush on his face. He could blame it on the heat from the furnaces.
“Well, for an old man, you swing pretty hard. All those enemies we just fought, not to mention living in hardcore for five years,” Luzu whistled, recalling their earlier conversation about hardcore servers while they were exploring the vast cave.
“Oh hush, I'm still sore from all that fighting. Don't act like you weren't chasing after mobs like a guy out for blood only a second ago,” Phil teased, lightly punching Luzu on the shoulder.
“It's the rush, man. Sometimes it's just so… exhilarating to take down a whole horde like that, you know what I mean?”
And Phil was about to retort playfully if he didn't give pause to that. Something flickered in Luzu's eyes, a brief glint of something menacing, something sadistic written in those red irises, that it brought a chill down Phil's spine, even though the air was getting hotter because of the furnaces still smelting their items.
A chill down his spine, and a heat pooling in his gut.
The blush on Phil's face grew as he turned away, hoping Luzu didn't notice his face getting redder out of nowhere, or his legs squeezing together all of a sudden.
Unfortunately for him, those red eyes can be quite perceptive.
A hand reached under Phil's chin, directing his attention up to Luzu's menacing gaze. He's closer now, face only inches away from his own, and it's getting harder to breathe in this one corner of the cave where the two decided to recuperate.
“You know what I mean, don't you, Philza?”
Luzu's gaze was powerful, staring down into Phil's soul all with a sly grin etched on his face. He was slowly rising up on his knees, Phil slowly sliding down the crafting table he was leaning on, and suddenly Luzu's gaze felt much more menacing and terrifying than it did before. A hand shot up to plant itself next to Phil's head, the other hand playing with the strings of the hoodie he was wearing.
Phil's mouth was dry, like the air was thick, suffocating even, and it took all of Phil's courage to sit up and push his hand up to Luzu's chest.
“Luzu…” he began slowly, trying not to let the shakiness in his voice show.
The hand playing with his hoodie strings shot up suddenly, grabbing Phil's wrist in a grip so tight that it knocked all the wind out of him. Luzu swung a leg over Phil's torso, seating himself on his thighs as Phil gasped, unable to help himself.
“Say the word, and I'll stop, Philza.”
He was frozen, staring up at sharp red eyes and flashing white teeth, transfixed in the way Luzu licked his lips, staring down at Phil like he was prey. He couldn't muster any sort of words, anything he tried to sound out dying on his tongue as the man above him waited for his response. Phil was completely, utterly frozen.
Fortunately, Luzu didn't like to play that way, opting for clearer rules when it seemed like not all the players understood the game.
“Can you speak? If you want me to stop, just say red.”
That seemed to have brought Phil back to reality as Luzu's features softened, lips curling in a frown and brows furrowing in concern. The fire behind his eyes was gone, replaced by a feeling so tender and genuine that it made something swell in Phil's chest, and before he knew it, he was speaking up,
“And if I want you to continue?”
Luzu was taken aback for a second before the fire in his eyes reignited, smiling in a challenging way this time as Phil levelled his gaze, mirroring his smile.
“Then you say green, yeah?”
“Sure, mate, definitely green.”
And then Phil wrapped his arms around Luzu's neck, pulling him down to crash their lips together in a heated kiss, burning much hotter than the furnaces crackling beside them. It was a showy battle, a test of adrenaline and dominance, and definitely something the two needed after an action-packed day, a nice way to wind down without anything or anyone else disturbing them in this moment.
The two slid down further until Phil was no longer leaning against the crafting table, opting to lie on his back flat against the floor with Luzu curled on top of him, pressing themselves chest to chest as Phil wrapped a leg around Luzu's hip. He grinded upwards experimentally, feeling the heat in his gut return as Luzu pushed his tongue between the seam of Phil's lips, gasping as drool dripped down the corners of their mouths.
Luzu was the first to pull off, panting heavily as he looked down at Phil with pupils blown so wide that it nearly covered all the red in his irises. Phil was sure his lips were kiss sore, and his hair probably looked wild and unkempt, but all he could focus on was the heat in his surroundings and the hunger he felt swimming in his chest and stomach and all over his entire being.
“Can we fuck, Philza?” Luzu asked, still panting and face undeniably red, a stray bead of sweat dripping down his temple and jaw and disappearing into the collar of his hoodie.
Phil couldn't have said it twice. “Fuck, yes, absolutely yes.”
And the smile on Luzu's face was so genuine, so contagious that it not only lit up his entire expression, it definitely spread to Phil as well as he couldn't hold back his laughter.
Luzu couldn't contain his excitement as he slid down, fervently undoing the strings of Phil's trousers before pulling them and his underwear down to his knees, before stopping short as he met with Phil's entrance between his legs.
Luzu's gaze shot upwards as Phil's shot downward, both locking eyes for a moment. Phil squirmed, wondering why exactly Luzu stopped so suddenly. He didn't want to assume the worst.
“Holy shit,” came Luzu's breathless response. His voice was airy and giggly, giddy from the heat and arousal washing over his entire body, so much so that he genuinely couldn't contain himself as he resumed pulling Phil's bottoms off before sitting up to enthusiastically shuck his own pants and boxers off.
Phil couldn't stop a moan from rising up his throat as Luzu swung a leg over his own and grinded their cunts together, the friction delicious against his core as Phil squeezed his eyes shut. He could feel his lower body already so slick and wet, could feel Luzu's own arousal so fresh and warm against his own. Fuck, he was so giddy, it was maddening.
Above him, Luzu groaned, propping one of Phil's legs up on his shoulders, biting and kissing his calves as he focused on his mission. He was so out of it, overheating in more ways than one as he rocked down, feeling his whole body drenched in both sweat and slick as he panted desperately. He hunched his back, angling their hips in a way to get themselves off better.
“P-Philza…” Luzu whimpered, head bent forward but eyes casting upward to gaze at Phil. Phil arched his back, thrusting his hips forward, this time rubbing his clit against Luzu's as the other moaned, debauched and aching and throbbing.
“Philza, Philza please, p-por favor–” Luzu begged, pulling Phil up to seat him in his lap somewhat, legs still tangled together as both men grinded like animals in heat. They were getting close, so so close, and it took all of Phil's restraint not to bite into Luzu's neck as he threw his head back to moan up at the ceiling.
Mustering all of his energy, Phil snaked a hand downwards to thumb at Luzu’s clit, and his reaction was immediate as Luzu shot his eyes open, wrapping his arms around Phil's body in a tight squeeze and cumming with a shout. He thrusted furiously, riding out his orgasm as Phil rubbed his clit in quick circles, helping him out until Luzu slumped forward, burying himself in the crook of Phil's neck.
Phil reached a hand up, rubbing Luzu's back soothingly as he shifted, languidly grinding his clit against Luzu's thigh instead until he reached his peak, his body going stiff before relaxing into his partner.
The two lay there in each other’s embrace, not saying a word as they came off their highs, soaking in the afterglow and each other's presence, until Luzu pulled off first, breathing heavily. His hair was drenched in sweat as he finally, finally, pulled his dark hoodie over his head and took in large gulps of breath.
“Fuck, I was dying there Q– Phil, shit, you don't know how much I needed that,” Luzu giggled, breathless, almost forgetting where he was for a moment. He threw his hoodie down in a heavy heap beside them, chest glistening with sweat. Phil could only smile fondly at the other man, his giddiness contagious as he too giggled.
“Yeah– yeah, I definitely wasn't expecting that going into this cave with you, mate,” Phil expressed, wrapping his arms around Luzu's neck. “Don't know about you, but I probably need another breather after that.”
Luzu couldn't help himself as he broke out into fits of laughter. Yeah, they both definitely needed another breather after something like that.
