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metricanxiety · 7 years

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this place is home to us

Genre: smut. don’t be mad.

Pairing: phan. dan and phil. phil and dan. who else?

AU: Punk x Punk because I don’t see this enough

Warning: Swearing, sex, the usual. Top!phil bottom!dan

Author’s Note: send me asks/requests!!! I will write them!!!!! I need prompts!!!! also keep this out of the main dnp tags pls ty

Phil dangled his feet off the platform of the train, swinging them with the wind that travelled through the cars. He picked and bit at the skin around his nails. The bite of the February air stung his nose, making his already pale skin turn red. He could hear the train tilting, with the metals shifting against each other. Phil had nothing to worry about, though. These trains, this station, hadn’t been in service since 1978. These trains weren’t going anywhere.

Which is why so many young artists have chosen this location as their graffiti area. The orange color of the trains were barely visible, covered by the paint creating murals of masterpieces that the almost the entire public population of Manchester would never see.

Phil contributed to the plethora of pieces as well. Starting at fifteen, he’d sneak out at two in the morning and take the tube to the closest station to his favorite location in town. His safe place.

Not that the comfort of his own home wasn’t safe to him, the sweet scent of cinnamon and freshly baked bread was more than safe. His parents never rejected him of who Phil was, their son who’s only artwork that didn’t end up on a wall ended up on his permanently carved into his skin with ink, turning his body into his canvas. The art covering his body was his own, his favorite pieces, and his parents loved the meaning behind the symbolism too much for them to say no to Phil’s first attempt to get his first tattoo at sixteen. Which was, obviously, a quote from his favorite song by muse.

But no, the reason the abandoned station was Phil’s safe place, was because that’s where Dan was. At least, that’s where they always met.

Dan, Phil’s beautiful Dan. He knew Dan hated it when Phil called him beautiful, because his exterior was just as vicious and intimidating as Phil’s. Except, his fringe went to the left where Phil’s went to the right. Dan also had red dip dyed tips, with a tongue piercing. Dan was so fucking hot.

Phil loved kissing Dan and hearing their lip piercings clang against the other, tearing off his leather jacket just to reveal Dan’s black ink covering the length of his arms, going onto his hands. Phil was completely and utterly in love with Dan Howell. His only weakness.

Which is why he was sitting in the freezing fucking cold at the station instead of being in the warmth of his home, under his duvet with a mug of hot chocolate and Dan tucked into his side. Despite his scary exterior, Dan was quite the softy. He was the sweetest guy Phil had ever met, he had so much love, and passion, for everything he did. And god, was he so fucking talented.

Yeah, they met at the station. Phil was there last August, reading and doing his English homework, when He spotted Dan set his backpack down at he train ahead of him, and started painting. Spray painting. And the piece Dan made, well, let’s just say Phil had reserved a spot on his body that he wanted to ink it on.

Phil could see the ink on Dans shoulders, and his arms, because since that day was particularly hot, he could feel the sex radiating off his skin, and all he wanted to do was sink his teeth into his skin. Come to find out (about three weeks later) to make things even more perfect, Dan was a desperate bottom. What did Phil do to be blessed with this ray of perfection?

But Phil was totally pissed at Dan, because he said he’d be here at ten pm Sharp, and it was definitely ten fucking eleven at night. He was eleven minutes late, and Phil was freezing. Sitting in a giant metal box in minus I-don’t-fucking-know weather was infuriating. He tucked his leather jacket closer to his body, wishing he didn’t wear his ripped jeans, only wanting to have his old, baggy sweat pants on.

Phil could hear swearing, and coughing, along with the crunch of the gravel as somebody walked closer to him, obviously it being the person he was waiting for. He sat up, bending his legs slightly, leaning on his elbows on his knees, looking like he was in a more relaxed position, watching Dan jump up into the car of the train, with, as it looks, three blankets thrown over his arm, a beanie covering his scalp. His fringe was slightly curly due to the moisture in the air. And Phil couldn’t stay mad at him. But he wasn’t going to let Dan believe that.

“Fuck, oh my god, I’m so fucking sorry I know you hate it when I’m late, but I forgot the blankets so I had to literally run back to the house and grab them from my bed, and I barely made it on the next ride over from the tube.” Dan dropped the blankets, kneeling down and kissing Phil’s temple. Phil smirked up at him, raising his eyebrows. “Aw, c'mon don’t be like that,” Dan paused, seeing Phil stay with the same ‘disappointed’ look in his face. He rolled his eyes, flopping next to Phil and wrapping his arms around the older’s torso, nuzzling his face into his shoulder. “Your bitchy attitude is actually the reason it’s so fucking cold, I guess.”

“Not my fault you can’t keep time.” Phil chuckled, draping an arm around Dan. Like he said, he can’t stay mad at Dan. He loved him, after all.

“Oh hop off it.” Dan groaned, crawling over to the blankets. “You can freeze if you don’t forgive me, bitch.” He wrapped all the blankets around himself, falling over to his side, laughing at himself. Phil chuckled as he watched Dan roll around on the train car floor.

“What did you smoke before you came here?” Phil joked, crawling over, pinning Dan to stay still. He unwrapped the blankets from Dan, taking the thinnest one and spreading it down onto the wood planks. So they had something to sit on, you know, just in case.

“Nothing. You know my hookup got arrested.” Dan laughed, shrugging off his jacket, and throwing it near Phil’s bag. He was wearing his Ramones vest, that was old, the armpits of the shirt were stretched super low, and Phil’s breath caught in his throat, seeing the patches of skin under the grey fabric, Dan knew what he was doing. Dan wore that on purpose.

“Oh yeah, because he was the only plug you had in your contacts,” Phil rolled his eyes, scooting back against the crates that have been left in this car for god knows how long. Dan giggled, kissing Phil’s nose. He grabbed one of the blankets, draping it over the two of them as he flopped into Phil’s lap.

It made Phil laugh, actually, how scary and violent Dan looked, having all the tattoos and piercings, you wouldn’t expect him to be cuddling into someone else, rather somebody submitting to him. But this was how Phil liked it.

Phil traced the black and white roses Dan had tattooed on his shoulders, peeking up onto his neck and back. Anytime Phil went higher than shoulder length with his fingers, he felt Dan shiver, and he switched positions, trying to make it harder for Phil to touch his neck.

“Phil stop!” Dan yelled, he was fully laying across Phil’s lap, his knees digging into Dan’s back, his head thrown back, laughing.“

“It’s what you fucking get for being late, again!” Phil was fully laughing with Dan, leaning down and kissing him on the lips. But it wasn’t really a kiss, because they didn’t stop their fit of laughter as their lips brushed.

Dan sat up, having his legs thrown to the other side of Phil, like bridal style, kind of, wrapping his arms around Phil’s neck. One of his hands brushed Phil’s dark blue fringe out of his face, having a dark look on his face. “Maybe I can make it up to you, then.” Dan gave an evil grin, making Phil quirk his eyebrow bar. “Would you like that?” Dan pressed his lips to Phil’s jaw, and the cool metal of his lip ring made goose flesh spread across Phil’s skin.

Phil sighed, letting his eyes flutter shut. His hand ran up and Down Dans back, feeling how cold he actually was, but Dan wasn’t doing anything about it. The only thing that provided a sense of warmth was the blanket on their legs, which wasn’t doing much by this point. “Here?” Phil panted. He could feel the smirk against his neck.

“Why not? It’s not like anyone else is here. It’s dark out, and I love you. And now, apparently I owe you. What other reasons do we need?” Dan kissed his way all the way to peck Phil’s lips once, before waiting an answer.

“Condom? Lube?”

“Got some in my jacket pocket. What else?” Dan was such a fucking tease before they had sex, but the second Phil took authority, he shut his mouth. He was very quiet during, well, you know. Intimate moments.

“I don’t know, how about some fucking warmth? Babe c'mon, we would literally freeze our balls off, it won’t be a fun experience.” Phil tried to sound light hearted, but Dan was being insistent.

“We have blankets for a reason, and we’re going to warm up anyway. It gets hot. We of all people know that.” Dan rested his head on Phil’s shoulder, looking up at him with puppy dog eyes. How could Phil resist.

Phil chuckled, rolling his eyes. He couldn’t believe he was about to have sex with Dan outside, in the middle of winter, on a fucking train. At least it was out of service.

“C'mon, please bubs?” Dan said, and Phil knew he was fucked the second he used that nickname.

Dan and Phil don’t even know how the nick name ‘bubs’ came about for them. Maybe it was short for ‘bubba’, or maybe it was a nickname of its own. They started calling each other it around September, and it just became a thing. But they rarely used it out loud, usually only over text. And Phil loved it when Dan called him bubs. He doesn’t know why, but it always just made everything seem more intimate, I guess. If a nickname could even do that.

Phil exhaled through his mouth slowly, his nose ticketing Dan’s hair, making it known that he was teasing Dan’s neck on purpose. He had a sensitive neck, sue Phil for taking advantage of that. He loved kissing Dan’s neck.

Dan let out a sound that was barely a whimper, no louder than a whisper, and Phil would have missed it if the wind had picked up in that moment. He reached up and pulled the beanie off his own head, tossing it aside. Phil tried to run his hands up and down Dan’s arms, to try and warm him up. They had barely started and Dan was already freezing.

“Are you cold already?” Phil asked, his tone gentle, and caring. Dan clung to him like cellophane, absorbing any type of heat Phil was giving off, which wasn’t much.

“I’m okay. I have a plan, kind of.” Dan’s teeth were chattering, and if you looked closely enough, his metal piercings could have been fogging up in the chill. “Can I, um, can I ride you?” Dan asked through waves of shivers. Phil nodded into Dan’s neck, making sure he felt the approval.

He pushed himself away from Phil, reaching for the button and zip of his skinny jeans, and undoing them as fast as the cold would let him. Phil took the opportunity to take off his jacket, and tug his shirt over his head. If Dan was going to be freezing, he may as well do the same. Phil reached for the other blanket, dealing it over his own shoulders or a layer of warmth, making sure the other one was close to Dan’s reach.

Phil pulled Dan close to him, kissing him with passion. They didn’t kiss like this often, where their tongue’s fought over each other, with their piercings almost getting in the way, but it was Dan’s favorite. Kissing Phil was amazing no matter what, but you could practically feel the electricity flowing between them when they kissed like this.

But they didn’t have the patience, or warmth, to take things slow. Dan repositioned himself so he was straddling Phil’s legs, their crotches right next to each other. Their lips reconnected, and Phil was holding Dan so close, he didn’t think there was any space separating their torsos. Since Dan was on top, he took the initiative, and began grinding his hips into Phil’s.

Phil let out a shaky breath, moving his hands to Dan’s hips to help him move better. He could feel Dan hardening against him, which only turned Phil on even more.

“Dan~” Phil sighed, bringing his lips to Dan’s neck, leaving sloppy, open mouthed kissed anywhere he could reach. Dan laid his forehead on Phil’s shoulder, giving Phil a better angle.

Phil never really left hickeys. The ink covering Dan’s neck would leave them barely noticeable, so he didn’t find a point in leaving them on his neck. He usually tried to leave them on his thighs, or abdomen, but tonight he didn’t really have the patience to do so.

Dan pulled back, bringing his hands to his shoulder blades, balling up the material of his shirt before yanking it over his head. Phil could see the bulge in Dan’s boxers, which made him want to move things along further, instead of just sloppy kissing and grinding.

He motioned for Dan to take off his boxers, and grab the proper supplies they needed, while he peeled off his skinny jeans, and underwear. The chill hit Phil quick, and it took all his power to not curl up into a ball under a blanket, and just forget about having sex. But Dan was fast enough that he didn’t have to do that.

Dan sat in the same place before, sitting on Phil’s lap, but this time the skin-to-skin contact made them hiss. This was always the best part, for Dan. Because even though nothing was happening, this was the build up. This was the start.

Dan remembered the first time they had sex, and he felt slightly like a slut for giving in so quickly. It was only three weeks after they had met, so they still didn’t really know each other. But Phil invited him over, and then Phil ended up kissing Dan on a whim, and that lead to well, everything else. But Dan doesn’t regret it. It was the start of their relationship, and he doesn’t know where he’d be, who he’d be, without Phil.

Phil leaned over and grabbed the third blanket, draping it over Dan’s shoulders so he wasn’t just out in the open frosty air. “You okay?” He asked Dan, kissing his collar bones.

“Mhm. Love you.” Dan exhaled, bringing the blanket around Phil (keeping it around his own shoulders so he didn’t freeze), holding it crossed at Phil’s back, making a little bubble for them.

Phil smiled, pecking Dan’s lips, whispering a 'love you more’ as he tapped Dan’s waist to get him to lift his hips up.

Phil grabbed the small bottle that was placed next to his thigh, squeezing a generous amount onto his fingers. Dan braced himself as Phil circled his rim, pushing his pointer finger in slowly. He gasped slightly at the intrusion, but quickly relaxed, making it easier for Phil to slip in a second finger, and begin scissoring.

Dan whimpered, squeezing his eyes shut. His fingers duh into Phil’s shoulder blades, and probably would have left a mark if his tattoos didn’t completely cover the area. Phil kissed Dan’s chest, trying to help him relax, and the cool of the snakebites soothed Dan slightly.

"Do you need me to slow down?” Phil asked, pumping his fingers in and out, eventually bringing his other hand to Dan’s hard on, stroking it to distract him.

No, I, jus-“ Dan stuttered, he took a deep breath, starting over. "No. I’m okay. Keep going.”

Phil chuckled at how different Dan was during their intimate times, he was usually really loud and obnoxious, but the second their clothes were taken off, he could barely utter a word, only moving if Phil asked him to, or if he needed to reposition. It was quite adorable, actually, it only made Phil’s heart warm.

He added a third finger slowly, after a few minutes of having two, so the stretch was barely there, but still needed. Phil never wanted to cause any extra pain on Dan, because he knew it was painful enough bottoming.

Dan started nodding, lifting his hips more to pull Phil’s fingers out. Phil reached for the packet next to him, ripping it in half, and pulling out the condom.

Dan took it from Phil’s hands, silently insisting that he’s put it on for Phil, which he did. The small touches on his cock made Phil shiver, but not as much as when Dan poured lube into the tip, and started spreading with his hands, giving Phil a mini hand-job.

“Are you ready?” Phil asked, rubbing circles into Dan’s side with his fingers. Dan nodded, taking Phil into his hands, and lining it up with his entrance. He began sinking onto Phil, hissing when the tip was fully inside him.

Phil used all his power not to buck up into Dan, and possibly hurt him. Dan’s eyes were already squeezed shut, trying to take the pain as much as he could.

“Fuck-” Dan let out, bringing his hand back to the other holding the blanket in place. He let his head fall to the crook of Phil’s neck, panting. Phil kept making circles with the pads of his fingers into Dan’s side, trying to have him focus on that, and not the pain of the stretch Phil’s dick was causing. The cold wasn’t helping either.

Dan had taken a good two minutes to bottom out, and even then, he needed to get used to the full length of Phil. So they sat there, both panting from the pain, and pleasure, until Dan started moving his hips, slowly at first. He lifted his head up, pressing their foreheads together, before picking up the pace.

Dan moved his hips back and forth, gasping anytime he changed the direction. Phil kept letting profanities slip, because he fucking forgot how good, and how much he loved, Dan on top.

Dan gripped both sides of the blanket, bringing the other one to Phil’s knee, so he could lean back, get a different angle when he bottomed out again. Phil let out a groan, and Dan threw his head back in pleasure.

“Phil-” he exhaled. “Oh my fucking- fuck.” Phil assumed he found the right angle to be hitting his prostate, and he probably wouldn’t be changing angles any time soon.

Phil leaned over and started placing kisses all along Dan’s torso, bringing one of his hands between them so he could start pumping Dan’s cock along with his own movements. The friction made Dan shriek.

“Dan, oh my god,” Phil let out, which encouraged Dan to go faster, until tears pricked at his eyes. It was so good, and Dan didn’t think he’d felt this way before. But he was getting slightly worn out, from moving so much, he began slowing down.

So Phil started thrusting his hips, noticing Dan’s fatigue. Dan had sat back up, having both arms around Phil’s neck. Dan pressed their lips together, messily making out with Phil as he fucked up into Dan, both chasing their orgasms quickly, but not surely to finish them both off.

Dan was really confused when Phil stopped moving, and was lifting Dan off his cock, making him whimper.

“W- what are you doing?” Dan asked, trying to stay clung to Phil. He was always really needy during sex.

Phil ignored the question, ripping the blanket that was around them and tossing it to the side. The cold his them like a bus, and Dan hissed, hugging Phil as close as possible, his heels digging into the small of the older’s back.

Phil flipped them over, now laying between Dan’s legs. Phil sat back on his heels, Dans legs still wrapped around him, bringing a blanket over his shoulders, which was big enough to cover both of their bodies when he laid back down. He held up his weight by his forearms bracketing Dan’s head, leaning down and kissing Dan.

“Warm?” Phil chuckled, Dan nodded his head minimally, smiling. Phil helped himself find Dan’s hole, and pushed back in, slowly, but not too slow that they were both waiting forever for things to pick back up. Dan let out a noise similar to a moan, but it being quiet enough for it not to be.

Phil started picking up the pace, thrusting his cock in and out, both of them panting, and moaning, but still staying quiet, just in case.

Dan reached between their bodies, and began to stroke himself, the other arm hooked around Phil’s neck, pulling his head down to kiss him. Well, 'kiss’ him. They were breathing so heavily that they had to settle for breathing each other’s air, making their lips brush together.

“Phil, I’m, c- Phil,” Dan tried to form coherent sentences, but he couldn’t when Phil was hitting his prostate dead on, with his thumb running over his slit, he thought his eyes would roll to the back of his head with all the stipulation he was receiving. Phil knew what he was trying to say, and kept going, but harder.

Dan let both of his arms fall, bringing them away from Phil and his cock, and letting them lay above his head. He was caught in such pure bliss that he couldn’t bring himself to do anything else but let Phil finish them off. He blinked back tears, and as Phil his his prostate again, but even harder than the time before, he felt his gut knot up, making Dan jerk his body up and hug Phil as he came, coating both their bodies in ribbons of white. Dan cried out, as Phil finished himself after three more thrusts.

They collapsed, falling over after Phil pulled out. They didn’t push each other away, however, Dan was too fucking needy to do that. He curled into Phil’s side, breathing in his musk, kissing Phil’s chest. Phil ran his fingers through Dan’s hair as he caught his breath.

Dan, unfortunately, didn’t bring any tissues, or napkins, or anything to clean themselves up with, so they used Dan’s beanie to wipe off, he would just wash it in his next load of laundry.

When they had finally calmed themselves down, they both got up to quickly dress again, and would probably start heading home soon, much to their dismay.

“Will you just come over?” Phil asked, zipping up his jeans, and running a hand through his messy hair.

“I have work at nine tomorrow.” Dan pouted. It’s not like he didn’t want to go over to Phil’s, but he had responsibilities that he had to take care of.

“You’ll be out before then, it will be fine,” Phil persuaded. “I’ll set an alarm so you have enough time to run home.”

Dan smiled, nodding his head as he slipped his arms through the sleeves of his leather jacket. “Fine.”

“Oh don’t sound so disappointed, shit head.” Phil laughed, smacking Dan lightly. Phil threw his bag over his shoulder, hopping off the platform of the train car. Dan followed quickly after, leaving the blankets inside. Phil started pulling the metal slide, closing the train car. They always kept stuff in their, whether it be blankets, a change of clothes, or their paint bags. They had figured out how to open and close those things a while ago, so it was safe to do it.

Dan grabbed Phil’s hand, walking next to him as they left the station, and headed for the nearest tube entrance. It was almost midnight, so they didn’t have to deal with anybody staring as they made out the entire ride to Phil’s.

But Phil had decided one thing that night, it wasn’t the fact that the station was his safe place, it was Dan that made him feel thy way. Dan was his home, his comfort. Dan, who he couldn’t imagine his life without.

A/N like i said, send me requests, i will write them, PLEASE. also i wrote most of this on my phone so im sorry if there are a few errors, i will try to edit it later but im too lazy to do it now oops

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