Phan: Hobbit Hair
Phil could not help himself when Dan did this; he was too adorable when he fell asleep against Phil’s side, his legs tangling in Phil’s own and his arms wrapped tight around the other’s waist. Phil could always tell when Dan was getting sleepy and this time was no different; they had been watching TV when the brunette suddenly buried his head more snugly against his friend’s chest, his eyes slowly drifting shut until his body relaxed and his breathing became shallow, alerting Phil that he had fallen asleep.
He watched him now as his lashed brushed his cheeks and his eyes moved behind his eyelids, watching a dream unfold within his mind. He breathed deeply, shifted slightly in Phil’s embrace and resettled himself, seeking warmth from Phil as he slept on. Phil squeezed his shoulder, the arm around Dan’s shoulder moving so he could reach up and play with Dan’s hair. He had not bothered to straighten it today, his unruly curls framing his face and
Phan: Late Night Walk
It was late, the stars just beginning to shine in the deep blue of the sky and their fingers were intertwined as they swung their joined hands lightly between them. Their breathes came out in puffs of white smoke that vanished before their eyes and the wind was cold against their skin, nipping playfully at their cheeks and pinching their noses to make them red.
Dan tugged his hat down more to cover his ears, no longer carrying about having hat hair if he lost his ears to the cold. He glanced towards Phil who had his scarf covering his nose and his blue eyes were bright against his dark lashes and pale skin. Dan nudged him and Phil turned to look at him, his eyes creasing as he smiled behind his scarf. Dan laughed.
Phil rolled his eyes and pulled Dan toward one of the park benches up ahead, sitting them down and drawing Dan closer to him to keep him warm. Dan rested his head against Phil’s shoulder and sighed in contentment as he gazed up into his friend’s eyes, reaching up
phan - craigslistIt was a regular Saturday evening, and what was Dan doing? He was browsing Craigslist. It was all he had, really. His life was a shitty punk rock parade that he hit far off. He was a hermit, shut up.
He wasn't looking to sleep with anyone. He was looking for a friend, to do something with. Even though they'd end up being a fifty-yeat-old Estonian pedophile, it was still worth a shot, just in case he got the exception to the rule. 'Live adventurously,' his mom had always said, right?
He'd gone through the 'Platonic' m4m section ages ago, but he clicked to the tab anyways, just in case something actually interestinghad popped up.
That's when he saw it.
Seduce me with your wit, entertain me with your tales. - m4m - 19
Sunday nights are inherently boring.
Anyone fancy a chat? Open to anything from discussing Descartes Meditations to abstract art to the kinkiest thing you've ever done.
Surprise me, I dare you.
I'll be waiting.
Dan's fingers almost fucking itched.<
Breadline (Phan/Kickthestickz/Jean Hobbs) [Part 1]Some people live on the breadline, poverty, whatever you want to call it. Dan and Phil are just 2 of those people. Phil’s meagre wage struggling to keep the two afloat, him working all hours just to try and make ends meet. Hard life for the two lovers.
Let’s take a look inside the flat. 2 rooms: living room/kitchen/bedroom and bathroom. Little more than a bedsit really, barely larger of most people’s sitting room for the floor space of the entire flat. No cooker, just a hob and a dodgy microwave scrounged from the tip. It’s temperamental, but it does the job most of the time. No table, just a couple of fold up ikea chairs in the middle of the room. A mattress, single-sized and shared between the pair, is propped up against the far wall. A few plants decorate the windowsill, stolen from parks, and the place is painted a pleasant cream, though it is peeling at the corners. The lovers try to make sure the place isn’t a tip, but it’s hard when they only