Phan - Washing Day

"Folding washing always makes me sweat" Dan mumbled, more to himself than to Phil, who lay sprawled across his sofa a few feet away, watching something inane on TV.

"Well, you could always take your shirt off" Phil replied, looking up at his young friend, a playful smirk dancing across his lips at the image that had just appeared in his head. "Or you could just get naked, your choice really." He looked away, the smile still in place as he felt a pair of hands start rubbing his shoulders. He unconsciously sank back into the soft cushions of the sofa, luxuriating in the feeling, tensing suddenly as he felt Dan's warm breath against his ear.

"I might need some help with that" the brunette whispered huskily, punctuating the line by pressing his lips against Phil's neck, causing his friend to shudder and emit a quiet moan. He didn't need the invitation repeated. He twisted on the sofa, pulling the younger man over the back rest and onto his lap, connecting their lips as they moved in a well-practiced manoeuvre. Phil stroked his tongue along Dan's lower lip, as the younger man twisted a hand into his lover's hair. Dan's lips parted, his own tongue darting out to caress his friend's, both men moaning into the other's mouths at the tingle that passed through them.

Phil tugged at the hem of Dan's shirt, pulling it up his lean torso, grazing his smooth skin with his fingertips as he went, eliciting shudders and moans from the younger man as he went. He smiled into the kiss, their lips disengaging momentarily as he pulled Dan's shirt off, flung to some corner of his living room. His own shirt followed soon after, leaving the pair pressing warm skin to warm skin, a dull red glow forming wherever they pushed together, sweat beading wherever they were in contact.

Dan gripped Phil's biceps, propping himself up slightly, as Phil's hands roamed down his friend's body, resting on his firm rear, holding them together, grinding slightly, causing a pleasurable friction that send tingles throughout both men, moans tumbling from their mouths, backs arched to press their bodies together more. Dan's grip tightened as waves of pleasure travelled through his body from the sensations. He slowly pulled away from his older friend's lips, standing and offering a hand to the slightly confused other man.

"How about we continue this in your bedroom." His voice matched his eyes – dark and quiet, lidded with barely contained lust. Phil took the offered hand, but pulled his friend back on top of him.

"That can be next."