THE BIBLE SAYS (I canât get a header for some reason, sorry)
Contains: Mentions of religion (Christianity), blowjobs, anal sex, masturbation, voyeurism?, top!phil, bottom!dan, pet names
Note: Sorry if this sucks. Iâve been writing this throughout a few sleepless nights, so I apologize for mistakes, and yes, I know I use the names Dan and Phil a lot. I couldâve found other names instead of repeating them, but eh ya know. Anyways, enjoy!
Summary: Phil isnât very religious, but Dan is. When Phil invited Dan over to his house, they might not exactly follow the word of God.
Phil never liked school. The discipline, the subjects, the other students, the work, none of it. But his parents made him move to a new school last year.
One with more discipline, an extra few subjects, more annoying students, and stacks of work... St. Elizabethâs Christian Academy. Yep. A Christian school.
Phil wasnât very religious, but his family was, and they thought itâd be good for him to get closer to his faith and all that crap. There was one good thing about this school though. Dan Howell. Dan was just perfect in every way, in Philâs eyes. There was his brown, curly hair, swept to the side, out of the way of his work. His small frame, making most clothes slip off his shoulder occasionally.
And god, his body. Yes, St. Elizabethâs is a Christian school, but the faculty believes that students should be allowed to be whoever they want to be; within the dress code of course. That meaning that Dan could wear a girlâs uniform, complete with the skirt and high socks. He was also on the cheerleading squad, always sporting a tiny blue and gold skirt and tight, clingy top.
As Dan decided to adorn himself with skirts that barely pass the dress code and nice pastel bows in his hair, Phil decided to go for a darker look. He still wore the uniform, but his hair was black and pushed into a quiff. He never wore the school jacket, instead he got away with a leather jacket. Phil had a few tattoos tucked away under his shirt, but a few poked out. The few Dan started to take a notice to.
Dan was very serious about his studies. He was brought up in a very religious family, much like Phil. However, Dan actually liked being apart of it. Dan couldnât stop himself from gazing at the tall, punk boy. He knew it was wrong, to feel this way about another boy, but he couldnât help it. Phil played it off like Danâs staring was normal and it wasnât a big deal. But it was a big deal. Dan had to be his.
The bell rang, signaling the end of the day. Phil shuffled up to Dan putting his Bible away.
âH-hey, uh, hey,â Phil mumbled out. Dan whipped around to the smooth voice, already knowing who it was.
âUh hi,â Dan squeaked out, slightly intimidated by Philâs stance, but also kind of turned on.
âIâm Philip Lester, Phil for short.â
âI know who you are,â Dan stated, instantly regretting it. Phil chuckled from behind him. âIâm Daniel Howell, Dan for short.â
âI know who you are,â Phil smirked, sending a blush to Danâs face. âI was wondering if youâd wanna come over to my place.â
Phil was making this very straight forward, but he couldnât wait much longer. Seeing Dan everyday and not being able to call him his was driving him mad.
âUmm, yeah, uh, sure,â Dan grinned.
âGreat. Ready to go then?â
âYep, lets go,â Dan said, swiftly leading Phil out the door, his skirt barely lifting to reveal white lace.
Phil almost choked when he saw that. Nice little religious Howell... wearing panties?
They walked out to Philâs car, not having to worry about Danâs, as he took the bus. It was mostly silent on the way to Philâs house, but his hand stayed glued to Danâs thigh, begging to inch closer to the pleated plaid covering the beautiful white lace.
They both were kind of surprised at how easily this was going. Phil literally just walked up to Dan and now theyâre a few blocks away from Philâs house.
They pulled up outside a decently sized house. The front garden was well kept and a statue of some saint was in the center. Phil unlocked the door and motioned Dan inside. The decor was very nice, more religious than Dan wouldâve thought, knowing Philâs apathetic attitude towards Christianity.
Phil led Dan upstairs and to a door with band stickers on it, along with one that said âWWJD... What Would Jesus Do.â It was torn and scratched, an obvious attempt to take it off. This must be Philâs room. His room was neat, apart from the scattered papers and books, one being a Bible, to which Dan picked up and placed on the desk.
âWant anything to drink?â Phil asked.
âNo Iâm good, thank you,â Dan replied.
Dan sat on the corner of Philâs bed, smoothing out his skirt and crossing his ankles. Phil plopped down next to him, looking at his phone.
âUmm, not to be rude, but uh, why did you invite me over? Itâs not like we really know each other,â Dan asked, turning to face Phil more.
That was true. They didnât know each other that well. All Dan knew about Phil was that he wasnât very religious, but very attractive. All Phil knew about Dan was that he was very religious, but also very attractive.
âOh, uh yeah. Well, I thought we could get to know each other better. After all the staring you do,â Phil smirked, dropping his phone on the bedside table.
âWhat? I donât stare at you,â Dan choked.
âI didnât say you stared at me,â Phil said, enjoying Danâs flustering.
Phil moved his hand to Danâs knee, rubbing small circles with his thumb. Danâs heart thumped in his chest. He quickly stood up and walked to the end of the bed.
âWe canât do this.â
âDo what?â Phil asked, standing up as well.
âYou know what. Itâs wrong. The Bible says so.â
âActually, not true. But even if it did, wouldnât God want his most favorite creations to enjoy themselves?â
Phil had him there. Before Dan had time to reply, Phil was extremely close, one hand on Danâs waist, the other lifting to Danâs cheek.
âI do want to get to know you, Dan. Very much so. But dammit, youâre so beautiful,â Phil whispered, running his thumb along Danâs cheek bone. âI canât handle seeing you in those skirts, all the guys looking at you. They want you. But not as much as I do.â
Danâs breath was caught in his throat. As if he wasnât running out of air already, Phil leaned in and pressed his lips to Danâs. Dan should pull away. He knows it, but he finds himself staying in the same position, melting more into Philâs touch. Danâs fingers intertwined in Philâs hair, lightly pulling on the ends.
Phil moved his hand down to the hem on Danâs skirt, lightly pushing it up, slipping his hand towards Danâs growing erection. Phil dipped his fingers into the waistband of Danâs panties, snapping them back, making Dan squeak into Philâs mouth.
âWhoâs the lace for, kitten?â Phil breathed. âYou put on this charade as this pure, Christian boy. Do you wear these pretty panties all the time? While you stretch yourself out? Huh, baby?â
Dan knew sex before marriage was wrong, as is homosexuality, but Phil did have a point about it not being technically true in the Bible. However, Dan did masturbate, quite often to the thought of Philâs tattooed body on top of him. Dan let out a moan at the image.
Phil spun them around and pushed Dan onto the bed, unbuckling his pants and pulling off his shirt. He dove down on top of Dan, moving his body up to meet Danâs mouth, bringing the skirt up with him. Phil pulled Dan up, slipping of his shirt.
He flipped Danâs skirt up to reveal Danâs dick poking out of the lace. Phil palmed Dan while slipping his tongue into Danâs mouth. All of Danâs moans were capturing in Philâs mouth and swallowed. Phil slowly moved down Danâs body, leaving a trail of open mouth kisses. He stopped to lap at Danâs nipples, to which Dan arched his back and let out a few moans.
Phil continued down, avoiding the place Dan needed him. Instead, he went along Danâs hip and down to his thighs, spreading Danâs legs. Dan lifted off the bed, so Phil could peel off his panties, tossing them somewhere in the room. Danâs erection sprung up, leaving a bit of pre cum on his skirt.
Phil finally licked a bold stripe from Danâs base to the tip, savoring the taste of his pre cum. Danâs fingers laced into Philâs hair once again, but the pleasure was too good to be gentle while pulling at the roots. Phil took Dan all in his mouth, sinking down to the lowest he could go. Dan was in pure ecstasy to say the least. Phil bobbed his head up and down, pumping what couldnât fit with his hand.
Dan pushed Philâs shoulders, signaling for him to stop. Before Phil could ask what was wrong, Dan flipped them over and was now working on removing Philâs boxers.
âIâve never done this before, so Iâm sorry if I disappoint you,â Dan said, ogling at Philâs size.
âItâs ok, pretty boy. Youâll do great,â Phil said, running his hand down Danâs face.
Dan took a deep breath and tried to take as much as Phil as possible. He got about half way down when he gagged, pulling back up and looking at Phil, expecting to see regret or dissatisfaction on his face.
âItâs ok, Dan. Hallow your cheeks and breathe through your nose. Youâre doing fantastic,â Phil encouraged.
Dan took another breath and leaned back down, following Philâs instructions. He actually got farther down this time, beginning to slowly come back up and down. Phil gasped at how quickly Dan was learning. Dan found a steady pace and swirled his tongue around the head whenever he got high enough. Philâs breathing quickened and his moans became more frequent, a sign to Dan that Phil was going to come soon. He pulled off, reluctantly to his and Philâs liking, but he wanted Phil now.
âI want you to watch me,â Dan stated, leaning back on his heels.
Phil propped himself further up against the headboard. He reached into the bedside drawer and fished out a bottle of lube, tossing it to Dan. Dan popped the lid and smothered three fingers. He inserted one finger, throwing his head back as he worked himself.
Philâs eyes were glued to him, and it took everything in him to not move. Dan pushed in a second finger, scissoring himself, and moaning louder. Beads of sweat were dripping down his face, eyes screwed shut.
He heard Philâs panting and glanced at him. Phil had his hands behind his back, trying very hard to not touch himself or Dan. Dan finally pushed in the third finger, gasping at the fullness and hitting his prostate.
âHmm ugh, Phil!â Dan moaned.
Phil couldnât take it anymore. He pounced forward and replaced Danâs fingers with his own, flipping them over. After a few pumps, he pulled his fingers out and circled Danâs hole as he searched for a condom in the drawer. He slid the condom onto his length and leaned down, placing a kiss on Danâs neck, making him squirm.
âAre you ready, kitten?â Phil asked, searching Danâs eyes for any sign of hesitation.
âYes. Please. Fuck me! Fuck me till I canât walk! Please, Daddy!â Dan screamed.
Being called Daddy was like a drug that only Dan could administer.
âCall me that again,â Phil grunted.
âDaddy! Please fuck me! I need your cock inside me!â
Phil moaned as he pushed into Dan. Dan gripped Philâs arms and threw his head back, a flow of moans and noises coming out of his mouth.
âFuck, baby. Make Daddy feel so damn good,â Phil praised, earned a high-pitched moan from Dan.
Phil had a steady pace, but it wasnât fast enough for Dan.
âHarder! Harder, Daddy!â
Phil looked into Danâs eyes. They were darker than usual and full of lust, probably like Philâs are. Phil thrusted in and out of Dan as fast as he could, hitting Danâs prostate every time.
Moans were spewing out of both of their mouths. Phil buried his face in Danâs neck, lightly kissing around, a larger contrast from what was happening farther down their bodies.
âD-Daddy! Iâm gonna c-come!â Dan yelled, digging his nails into Philâs biceps.
âMe too, kitten,â Phil gasped out, throwing his head back, but quickly lifting it back up. âLook at me when you come.â
Dan pried his eyes half way open, but being able to see Philâs face. Phil reached down and pumped Danâs cock, thrusting in and out at a quick pace. The headboard was slamming against the wall, most likely making a dent and chipping the paint, but Phil didnât care.
âDaddy!â Dan moaned, coming on his chest and Philâs hand.
Phil continued to push in and out of Dan, chasing his orgasm and riding Dan through his.
âF-Fuck, baby. Gonna come. Make Daddy feel so fucking good,â Phil gasped.
Phil burst into the condom and thrusted a few more times before coming down from his high. He pulled out of Dan and took off the condom, tying it and tossing it in the bin. Both boys layed there, catching their breaths. After a few minutes, Phil finally spoke.
âWow. That was uhh...â
âAmazing,â Dan finished.
Phil rolled over to meet Danâs warm, brown eyes.
âYeah. Amazing,â Phil smiled, hair sticking to his forehead. âDo-Do you regret it?â
âNot for a second,â Dan grinned, scooching closer to Phil.
He placed a kiss on Philâs lips.
âLook, I know that youâre really religious. Iâm sorry if this made you uncomfortable and you never want to talk again. But I had a great time, nonetheless,â Phil said.
âLike you said. God wants us to be happy. And Iâm happy right here. I had a great time too. Iâd like to do it again sometime maybe?â Dan asked, squinting one eye closed, waiting for a response.
âIâd love to do it again. Maybe as something more than acquaintances though?â Phil chuckled.
âHa, yeah. Iâd love that even more.â
Dan put his head on Philâs chest and Phil wrapped his arm around Dan, pulling him closer. He kissed Dan on the top of his head, noticing he was already passed out.
Phil quietly reached over and grabbed a few tissues, wiping off Danâs cum from his hand and Danâs chest, then tossed it away.
Phil breathed a sigh of content, finally happy with Daniel Howell. His Daniel Howell.