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The first time Phil notices it, they're walking along a little stretch of pavement without too many other people. Dan had seemed hypervigilant at the train station, constantly scanning as if someone was going to tell him he wasn't supposed to be here. Phil just gave him what was hopefully a reassuring smile as he suggested they walk around the local shopping center and get some drinks at Starbucks. But as they're walking along, a careful several centimeters between their shoulders, Dan brings his hand to the front of his trousers briefly. It's nearly imperceptible - anyone would think he merely had an itch, or was adjusting something that had gotten tucked the wrong way.
But then Phil sees it again. They're walking out from the Apple store, and Dan's talking, a bit too loudly, about expensive phones, making fun of people who buy the latest models while making it obvious he would do so in a heartbeat if he could. Dan's not very good at hiding his true feelings, and that includes both consumerism and…other things. Like something physical, something centering on his groin, and something that seems increasingly related to how long he spends looking at Phil's face, smiling at Phil, laughing at Phil's jokes.
"Hey, this is a shortcut to the Eye," Phil says casually. It is, technically, but it's not one Phil would normally take. It's safe enough, especially before nightfall, but it's a bit dingy and technically private property - an alleyway overgrown with ivy and filled with trash bins and the bottoms of fire escapes.
He drags Dan down it with one hand and waits until they're about halfway to the end. There's no one around, and barely any ground floor windows - the ground floor is businesses, so someone would really have to be looking to see them right now. Phil doesn't care much if they are. This won't take long.
He gently takes Dan's arm - the first contact they've had that wasn't their hug hello or casual, accidental touches as they walked. Phil steers Dan to the side until his back is against the brick wall, and Phil puts his hand up against it at eye level, boxing Dan in.
"Are you having some kind of problem?" Phil asks calmly.
"Wh-what? No! I'm having a great time. I'm sorry, if I did something-"
"No, no. You're fine. Look at me," Phil brings his other hand to Dan's chin and tilts it up. "I think there's something you want. Something you keep trying to hide from me."
Dan tries to shake his head. His face is nearly as red as the bricks behind him. "I can stop," he blurts out.
"You don't need to stop. Did I say I wanted that?"
"…no." Dan looks like he's fully ready to combust. Phil wonders, if he touched Dan now, how long would it take? Five seconds? Three?
But Phil is patient. He doesn't want his first time with Dan to be in a dirty Manchester alleyway. He's just going to do what's necessary to get Dan to take the edge off…as it were.
"Unzip your jeans. It's alright, no one can see." Phil steps closer, leaning in so that his chest is nearly touching Dan's and his face is near Dan's neck. Sure, if anyone is watching, it definitely looks like they're doing something rather explicit, but at least Dan's actual dick won't be visible.
Dan breathes shakily. "Are you sure?" he asks, as if Phil is always asking young men to unzip their trousers in alleyways and might change his mind, this time.
"Yeah. You really need some relief." Phil leans back just slightly so he can look Dan in the eye. "Or we can go and find a toilet, and you can sort it out on your own."
Phil already knows what Dan will pick. Of course, the correct way to go about this would have been to give Dan that choice before Phil had pushed him up against a wall and gotten him all flustered, but Phil is only human.
"Okay," Dan says, pulling himself out. He doesn't wait for Phil to give him any instructions, already hard and practically kneading himself with how much force he's using. Phil wonders how long he's been hard - since he was on the train? Maybe all day? Phil hopes he'd gotten some kind of respite. He remembers being a few years younger and getting hard at everything and nothing at all.
Dan is breathing hard, his upper body bending slightly, and his forehead falls to Phil's shoulder, beads of sweat soaking into Phil's shirt. After a day spent like that, he must be well overstimulated.
"Give me your hand," Phil says, and takes hold of Dan's wrist until it stops moving. He brings it to his mouth and collects as much saliva as he can. He doesn't normally need it, but then again, he doesn't normally walk around town with an erection in skinny jeans for an hour either. He spits on Dan's hand and then shoves it downwards before it drips everywhere.
Dan moans as he brings his hand back to his cock. Phil glances down - it's red, angry looking. He feels a strange desire to pamper it. Do they make moisturizer for dicks?
Phil stifles his giggle at the thought. Dan loves Phil's strange questions, but now isn't the time. Instead, Phil kisses and nibbles his way up the side of Dan's neck. Dan gets louder as Phil moves, until finally Phil has to push him back against the wall and shove the balled up end of one flannel sleeve into Dan's mouth while he leaves a large hickey on Dan's neck.
Dan convulses, and Phil has to make sure he doesn't collapse to the sticky, disgusting alley floor below them. Phil takes his sleeve back, damp and warm from Dan's mouth, and takes hold of Dan's hand again, now far wetter than before.
"We've got a few more stops to make before we can go home. I think you ought to clean this up."
Dan's expression wavers. Phil is pretty sure this isn't actually pushing a boundary of real disgust, where Dan might throw up or run away. It's just the ordinary sort of gross, a thing that Dan wouldn't normally do, and therefore, Phil making him do it is going to push him a little. Phil likes the look Dan gets in his eyes when he gets a little push - from Phil or from himself - and then decides he's going to match whatever challenge has been set.
Dan extends his tongue, letting Phil guide Dan's hand to his mouth. He sucks his index finger in and shudders a bit, holding eye contact with Phil.
Phil takes pity on him, and leans in to start from the other end, taking Dan's pinky finger and swirling his tongue around it. Luckily, he doesn't mind the taste at all. He wants to taste it fresh from Dan, but that's going to have to wait.
They meet near the middle of Dan's hand, and then Phil drops his wrist and pulls Dan into a wet, open mouthed kiss.
"Good. God, you're so perfect," Phil praises.
"Can we go to the Eye, now?" Dan asks as they brush off their clothes and he zips up his jeans.
"Of course."
This is the start of something truly special, Phil reflects later, when they're in his bed and Dan is drifting off to sleep. Dan matches both Phil's freak and his desire for romance and sweetness, all in one person, which Phil had started to doubt he'd ever find. Now, Phil just has to hold onto him.