Dan didn’t know what to do, he tried to move and get off of the man but he was met with a mother carrying two small kids in her arms, and had another one wrapped around her leg, directly in front of him, not giving him anywhere to go. He was stuck on this complete stranger’s lap. And while he was gorgeous, it didn’t take away from the fact that he had no idea who this guy was. 

Dan scooted forward so he was taking up as little space as possible on the man’s lap and just resting on his knees, and finally spoke.

“I’m so sorry I wasn’t paying attention and then the guy bumped me and I lost my balance and-”

“Hey hey don’t worry about it. It’s fine really. I much prefer you falling gloriously onto my lap than the sweaty guy that put you there.”

Dan laughed. “I suppose that’s very true. I’m Dan by the way.”

Phil smiled. “I’m Phil. Besides, you’re pretty cute. C’mere, if you keep sitting on my knees like that you’re gonna fall off and knock over those kids like bowling pins.”

Phil grabbed Dan’s hips and pulled him up closer to his chest. Dan wiggled around for a bit trying to get comfortable before realizing that he was literally rubbing his ass on Phil’s dick. He looked at Phil out of the corner of his eye and realized he was biting his lip. Dan finally settled on a position, mainly so he wouldn’t be grinding on Phil anymore. 

They rode the underground in silence, a fairly comfortable silence between the two of them, but an extremely awkward silence outside of their little bubble. Passengers all around the car were staring at them and wondering why the hell a 6′3″ grown ass man was sitting on another’s lap. 

After a little bit, Phil decided the comfort of the silence was diminishing a little. He decided to try and make conversation with Dan.

“So Dan, where are you from?” Phil asked, wanting to know more about the handsome stranger.

“I’m originally from Wokingham but I moved to London a year ago.” Dan replies, shuffling around a bit so he can face Phil, “What about you?”

“Born and raised in Rawtenstall, moved to London two years ago.”

“Cool cool.” Dan says. “I’m guessing you like it here then if you haven’t moved yet.”

“Oh yeah I really like it.” Phi replies, “big cities with slight olden days touches are my favorite.”

Dan smiles. They continue talking for what seems like forever. They find out they have similar interests in everything from music to TV shows to what colors go together the best.

Eventually, when the car gets less crowded, Dan moves onto the seat beside Phil. They had somehow intertwined their fingers during the course of their conversation, and Phil kept a tight hold on Dan, even when he was no longer on his lap.

The conversation naturally dies down, but Phil doesn’t want it to end. He feels a sense of comfort in talking to Dan, his voice being somewhat of a security blanket during the otherwise anxiety provoking underground rides. He racks his brain for a riveting topic to discuss with Dan, but comes up dry. So he settles for possibly the most generic and boring question you could possibly ask someone on the underground.

“So, where are you headed?” Phil questioned.

Dan rolled his head to the side and answered casually, “well, I was going home, but we passed that stop about 45 minutes ago.”

Phil sat up abruptly. “Dan! What the hell! Why didn’t you get off!?”

“Didn’t want to,” Dan responded, leaning over to rest his head on Phil’s shoulder and whisper in his ear, “rather go home with you”

There was an evident catch in Phil’s breath as he said that. Dan picked his head up and smirked at Phil, who was clearly flustered from his comment. Dan hummed at he played with Phil’s fingers and kissed the back of his hand, then leaned over to kiss his jaw, down his neck, and his collarbone. They were almost all alone on the car now. Rush hour was over and most people were home with their families. There was only them and an old man who had fallen asleep in his seat and was leaning against the side of the car. 

Dan lets his teeth graze the soft skin on Phil’s neck before sucking just enough to leave a slight mark that fades away easily. 

Phil breathing quickens, but he tries to keep his composure.

“Dan,” Phil whispers, “not here”

“Why not baby” Dan whines. “We’re all alone except for that guy and he’s asleep. C’mon don’t you want me down on my knees?”

Phil draws in a sharp breath and almost pushes Dan onto the floor, but restrains himself. 

“Look, as much as I want to, no. Not here. My house. It’s the next stop.”

“Awww” Dan pouts. “I don’t know if I can wait that long. I bet your cock would look so pretty in my mouth.”

With that, Dan presses his hand down onto Phil’s crotch and Phil slaps it away. Suddenly the underground stops and Phil grabs Dan’s wrist and pulls him to the doors as he says, “You’re fucking lucky”

Phil practically drags Dan up the stairs towards his apartment, growing harder by the second. He doesn’t know how he’s managed to wait this long. Phil shoves the key into the lock as Dan stands behind him with an innocent look on his face but a glint of lust burning in his eyes.

‘This is crazy.’ Phil thinks. ‘I just met this guy.’ But honestly, he doesn’t give a shit.

Phil finally unlocks the door and throws his bag and jacket onto the floor. He grabs Dan’s hips and pulls him into his chest and smashes their lips together. Both of their logic has completely flown out the window as Phil presses Dan up against the wall and grinds onto him. Dan moans into Phil’s mouth as Phil takes his bottom lip between his teeth. Phil’s hands start to roam around Dan’s torso, teasing at the hem of his shirt. Dan gets impatient and whips it off, breaking their kiss and giving him time to take Phil’s off as well. Dan takes the initiative to switch positions, presses Phil against the wall and latches his lips onto his neck. Dan sucks and bites leaving hickeys that Phil will have to hide from his boss. He kisses across his chest, only slight marks being left, and attaches their lips once more.

Phil is so hard at this point he’s aching. He reaches down to palm himself but Dan bats his hand away.

“No touching baby” Dan mumbles against his lips, as he grinds into Phil to give them both some friction.

Dan finally stops teasing and starts to undo the button of Phil’s jeans. His hand brushes across Phil’s dick and he shudders in pleasure even at the slight touch. He’s not gonna last long.

Dan pushes Phil’s jeans down his thighs and starts to palm him through his boxers. Phil groans and Dan smirks, loving how much of an impact he’s having already. Just wait for the real thing.

Dan decides that he isn’t in the mood for teasing at this point and yanks down Phil’s boxers hastily. He gets down on his knees and looks up at Phil. His head is thrown back and his adam’s apple is bobbing up and down and he is breathing fast and heavy.

Dan wastes no time and engulfs his lips around Phil’s tip. He flicks his tongue across his slit and Phil bites his lips and moans quietly in response. Dan pulls off and licks a stripe up the underside of Phil’s dick, before taking more of Phil in.

Phil is huge. Dan is gagging and he loves it. Phil tangles his fingers into Dan’s hair and tugs, eliciting a deep moan from Dan and making Phil’s dick twitch in Dan’s mouth. Phil pulls him closer, encouraging Dan to deep throat him. Dan does and he’s in fucking heaven. Phil’s moans and hair tugging and the way that he’s controlling Dan’s movements makes Dan want to come untouched.

Dan bobs his head a few more times and sucks on Phil’s tip before deep throating him again. Phil’s breathing is getting erratic and Dan can tell that he’s close. His prediction is correct when he hears Phil stutter out,

“D-Dan, I-I’m close, I-I’m gonna mmmmmm”

Phil comes hard and the liquid shoots down Dan’s throat. Dan pulls off and swallows, licking his lips to rid them of the come that had escaped his mouth.

Phil is leaning against the wall for support, looking like he’s going to collapse any second. Dan stands up and starts palming himself through his jeans. Phil looks really fucking hot, and he’s really fucking horny.

Phil opens his eyes and is met with the sight of the beautiful boy who just gave him the best blowjob of his life, standing in front of him palming himself and looking so damn fuckable.

“Too tired to fuck,” Phil whispers. “But I’m not leaving you hard.”

He pushes himself off the wall and puts one of his hands on the small of Dan’s back, pulling him forward, and the other down his pants, grabbing his dick and flicking his thumb across Dan’s slit. Dan gasps in surprise but also relief from the touch. Phil crashes their lips together and walks them backward so they fall onto the couch. Dan moans in displease when Phil pulls his hand out but soon smiles again when he realizes that Phil is undoing his jeans. He slides them down to just above his knees, then hooks his fingers into the waistband of Dan’s boxers and slides them off with ease.

Dan’s dick is throbbing and leaking with precum and Phil takes it into his hand and starts pumping. Slowly at first, driving Dan crazy and causing him to moan “faster”, into Phil’s mouth as they kiss sloppily. Phil obliges and picks up the speed.

Not too long after Dan is a moaning mess. Breathy and quiet at first but soon turning deep and loud. He’s writhing underneath Phil and getting close and closer. He can feel the warmth pooling in his stomach and his eyes squeeze shut.

“Ph-Phil” is all Dan can get out before he comes onto both of their stomachs, easily reaching the best orgasm he’s ever gotten. Phil continues stroking Dan as he comes down from his high, then kisses his forehead sweetly before grabbing tissues off of the end table and wiping them off.

They lay there in peaceful silence, Phil running his fingers through Dan’s hair as Dan hums quietly. And at that moment Dan and Phil didn’t give a fuck that if it made sense or not, if it was just a one time thing, or if anything came out of it. They were just grateful that they were here, laying in the comfortable silence, of each other’s presence.

END