ChocolateSharks

"Hey, I'm going out tonight. I'm leaving at 7, okay?" Phil walked into the room, towel round his waist, black hair tousled and wet. Dan bit his lip to stop himself letting out a whimper of desire at the sight. "S-Sure. Me too.. Why did you need to tell me though?" Dan questioned, not meaning for it to come out so harshly. "I... Uhh... just thought you might want to know." Dan could see Phil's cheeks were slightly more pink than usual. "Anyway..." Phil swiftly changed the topic of conversation. "What time are you going?" "8." Dan said simply and Phil sighed. Guess I actually have to make an effort to go out tonight... Phil thought sadly. He

"Hold my hand, stupid whore!" Dan grabbed at Phil's curled up fist, desperately trying to prize his fingers apart in order to hold them. Phil gasped at the name and pouted, crossing his arms. "Not after what you called me." He huffed, his pace quickening. Dan fell into step beside him, the hot sand nipping at his bare feet. "Come on, baby. You know I didn't mean it." Dan snaked an arm around Phil's waist and kissed his cheek. "You can hold my hand..." Phil started and Dan's face lit up. "If you can catch me!" and with that, Phil set off across the golden-white stretch, giggling. Dan skipped after him, laughing. He was just glad Phil wasn't