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Phil knocked his elbow into Dan's as they entered the lobby and pressed the button to be buzzed in.
"We know Kelly, it'll be fine. She said it would be a small thing."
"I know. And we can leave before it gets too late."
Dan was glad they were on roughly the same page about parties and socializing. It could be fun and neither of them wanted to miss out, but at the same time they were almost always happier in their tiny flat together, just the two of them. This party was a compromise - a few friends, no big risk of vloggers ruining the evening filming everything, and maybe some good drinks. Kelly had claimed her girlfriend Jess could mix anything and make it taste good. Or at least drinkable, which wasn't too difficult if the drinker was Dan Howell.
Kelly greeted them at the door with hugs, and Jess shouted hello from her post in the kitchen.
"She's putting some cheese and crackers out," Kelly said. "Come on in and take your shoes off."
Dan noticed the cute little balcony off the living room, with two chairs and a whole array of plants. Some of them had flower buds as large as Dan's closed fist that looked nearly ready to bloom. Maybe he'd ask about them later - he and Phil liked having plants around their flat but were terrible at keeping them alive.
Out on the balcony there were two people, a girl and a guy, who looked closer to Dan's age than Phil's. They looked comfortable, standing close together, and as Dan watched the girl laid her hand on the boy's arm.
Another guest came in as they were getting their bearings, a man who introduced himself as Chris. He was handsome in the way girls seemed to go crazy for; nearly as tall as Phil, with a defined jawline and broad shoulders. His hair was ginger and curly, but he didn't hide it under a hat. It was styled with gel and Dan was a little envious, even though he'd spent an hour at home getting his own hair straightened just so.
Dan could tell Phil was attracted to Chris straight away. Dan had grown past the immediate instinct to make an excuse to leave and drag Phil back home. He knew Phil wouldn't be leaving the party with anyone except him.
But why did Chris have to be nice, too? He listened with curiosity to Phil talking about making YouTube videos and shared that he had made some music for an online creator, and soon they were both sitting on the sofa talking shop. Kelly flashed Dan a tiny, sympathetic glance when she saw him sitting silently next to Phil, and got him a drink.
The other guests had some event and wouldn't be there for another two or three hours at least, Dan learned from Jess. The couple on the balcony came inside as the daylight faded and the air cooled off. A rush of chilly air came inside with them before they closed the door, and with it, a sweet scent. The flowers had bloomed, Dan realized. He'd read that some species only bloomed at night.
He walked over and introduced himself, using the couple as an excuse to get a better look at the flowers. He got a good lungful of the sweeter air close to the door, and-
Wow. Maybe he would make that excuse and drag Phil home. At this rate, it would be obvious to everyone they passed by on the way back to their apartment if he didn't leave soon. Even in skinny jeans there was no hiding the erection he suddenly had.
Nothing had even happened. Everyone was just chatting; there was no nudity, no flirtation, no surreptitious touches, not between Dan and Phil nor anyone else. Dan watched as Phil laid his hand on Chris's arm as they laughed.
Dan couldn't quite control himself. He only had the presence of mind not to be completely rude and start cursing Chris out, but that was it. He sat in Phil's lap, straddling him and forcibly bringing Phil's attention to himself instead, and kissed him fully on the mouth.
Phil kissed him back. He didn't question it, didn't try and pretend it was some joke or game and that they were just straight guys having a homoerotic time. He kissed back and put his hands around Dan's waist, and Dan loved it.
He finally broke away for air, and in the back of his mind had a little thought - shouldn't the others think this was weird? There were others in the room, right?
He looked around, his vision and processing power feeling slow, like a laptop with too much dust whirring its fan to try to cool down.
Chris was watching them, hand touching lightly over the fly of his jeans. Dan didn't care about him, as long as he wasn't interrupting him and Phil.
Kelly was sitting on the recliner behind Dan, and he could see Jess's head and her long curly hair covering Kelly's naked lower body as she kneeled between Kelly's legs. Dan might not be attracted to women, but it was an erotic sight regardless.
The other couple was on the floor, the guy having lost his shirt, making out and giggling.
No one seemed at all phased. Dan felt faintly worried - his drink could have had something in it, but half the crowd hadn't had anything to drink. Kelly and Jess didn't seem like the types to drug everyone anyway. And didn't drugs just make you all tired and forgetful? Dan felt pretty normal. He just really, really wanted to fuck. Preferably Phil, but he was feeling less picky by the second.
Phil caught his chin and turned Dan back towards him, and Dan forgot why he'd stopped kissing Phil in the first place. This was heaven. It was all he needed. Well - maybe some clothes off. It was getting warm with all of these people in the room and so much closeness.
Dan had never been body shy - ask his dailybooth - but he'd also never had sex in front of any third parties, mostly for obvious reasons. But right now he wasn't thinking about any of that. His whole mind was just focused on Phil, on pleasing him, on rutting and grinding until they were both satisfied. Dan had never felt such an all-encompassing heat. It reached from head to toe and centered in his pelvis. His dick felt like it might just tear his jeans open if he didn't take them off soon. A glance at Phil's face told him that they were in similar straits.
He reached for the hem of Phil's shirt and they managed to get it off together. In his peripheral, Dan was aware of Chris following suit. Thinking about Chris felt odd - he could admit that he, too, had been attracted at first glance. It just didn't usually go any further than that. Lately Dan had felt essentially Phil-sexual, not wanting anyone else beyond a passing thought. But Chris was nice, and cute, and as long as he wasn't trying to steal Phil, he could stay. It was sort of flattering that someone got to see how good he and Phil were together and appreciate it properly.
It took some fumbling, but eventually they were naked and Dan got Phil turned around, his hands braced on the back of the sofa, ass on display. Phil said something, voice rough with arousal, and Dan bent closer.
"Lube," Phil said, sounding impatient. Clearly he'd attempt it without if necessary, and Dan could feel exactly why himself, but he had his reputation as the best top Phil had ever been with to maintain. He stood and ducked into the kitchen, locating the glass container of olive oil next to the stove and feeling proud that he'd remembered that in his brain's aroused haze. He returned to Phil, stepping carefully over the horizontal couple, and got his hand dripping. He was probably a little clumsy applying it, but that was alright. They'd fucked while drunk enough times, and unlike when he was drunk, Dan certainly wasn't going to have any issues with performance. Right now he felt like he might never go soft again.
He got a knee between Phil's on the sofa as he sank into Phil and realized that all three of them - himself, Phil, and Chris, still watching from his perch next to them - had groaned at the same time in reaction. The oil was messy, and a bit smelly (Dan had the momentary thought that they smelled like a focaccia) but the glide was amazing. Phil provided basically no resistance, and from his reaction was having a very good time despite Dan feeling a bit too overwhelmed to really be aiming with the best accuracy. His hands, still oily, had to really dig into Phil's hips to get any grip and he thought he could practically see the bruises forming. Around him, the air was filled with moans, but it didn't sound corny or weird, just natural. Just people doing what they wanted to do without inhibition. His legs were working hard to ensure he wouldn't slip out, but the burn of it didn't really reach his brain. He wanted to do this all night.
His first orgasm hit suddenly, and for a moment he was rather disappointed. Phil hadn't even come yet. Then he continued to move, not really able to stop without quite a bit of effort, and realized he was still hard and not oversensitive. Everything was wet and as he looked down he could see the mess he'd made, dripping out around his cock. He got his hand around Phil and within another minute they both came loudly in unison, the moans mixing with the squelch of Phil clenching around him. Dan was faintly reminded of some of the weirder porn videos he'd seen with the amount of oil and semen getting all over him and the insides of Phil's thighs.
Dan glanced over at Chris, who'd taken his clothes off but was staying a small distance away. He had a pretty cock, a little larger than Dan's. Phil would probably like it, the size queen. Especially right now. He'd taken Dan's without blinking an eye.
Dan ripped his gaze away. Even in this state, he still didn't have the courage to openly invite Chris to join them. It wasn't like he was frequenting sex parties in his spare time. If Chris decided to join, they'd see about that when it happened.
Dan collapsed onto the sofa next to Phil, thinking to take a break, but apparently having his brains fucked out hadn't been enough for Phil. He pounced and pushed Dan onto his back, head against the armrest, murmuring broken words into his ear.
"Can I?" he asked, sounding incredibly forlorn. His wet, still hard cock nudged at the space behind Dan's balls as he ground down on Dan. Dan brought his legs up around Phil's back and nodded. Phil had enough presence of mind to add more oil, and then he was all over Dan, sucking a large bruise into his neck that would be impossible to hide and humping his hips like he couldn't even wait to reposition and get inside properly.
Dan felt him reach down and adjust, finally, guiding his tip to where Dan was waiting, but then Dan realized - both of Phil's arms were up by Dan's upper body. One was tangled in his hair and the other was playing with Dan's nipple. That was too many hands, he was fairly certain.
Chris, he realized. But that was fine. It was a bit convenient, really, to have someone to help them out when Phil's hands were otherwise occupied.
Dan lost track, after that, all of his senses taken up by Phil on top of him. Phil was always careful and usually fairly lazy, and in the past Dan had had to goad him a bit to really get him to fuck, properly. Even then, sometimes muscles cramped up or Dan just had a hard time staying relaxed enough. He had no such problem with any of that now.
Dan opened his eyes when Phil stopped, confused. He saw Phil's face, fixed in an expression of strain, like he was trying hard not to move or come. Why would he do that? Dan squirmed, impatient, and then felt Phil move again and heard him let out a stuttery low whimper. He was moving oddly, almost like - almost like he wasn't in control. Dan saw light curls over Phil's shoulder and realized that Chris must have seen Phil's welcoming hole, empty now that Dan wasn't there, and taken the opportunity.
Phil didn't seem upset about it at all. He looked like he'd given himself up to the dual pleasures of being surrounded by Dan and still filled up too, with zero control over the pace now that Chris was essentially fucking both of them, using Phil's body to thrust into Dan.
Dan felt Chris grab his calf and press it into Phil's warm side, holding the three of them semi-steady as he moved. It felt good - right, even. Dan knew this would never happen again, as much as his mind refused to think too hard about why it was happening now. He might as well enjoy it. It wouldn't be difficult - Dan felt like he was in a porn video turned real and the best sexy dream he'd ever had, simultaneously. And he didn't have to worry about holding off and ruining anything by coming too early, either. Which was good, because he wasn't going to be able to stop it.
Dan came messily, shooting up his own stomach and managing to hit his neck and chin despite this being his third one of the night. Chris and Phil didn't stop, just went faster, and Dan clung to Phil's waist with his legs all the harder.
Dan was crying from the overwhelming sensations but he didn't stop Phil; he just let the tears fall and felt the tracks down his cheeks grow wetter. Phil licked his face sloppily, like a dog, and then shoved his salty tongue into Dan's mouth.
How long could this go on? Dan had started to feel a bit of the anticipatory sadness that he'd often felt in the past when with Phil; both of them deliriously happy, but also aware that this couldn't last, that it wasn't real, at least not yet. He had forced it to be, had pried open his shamed heart and let Phil nestle in there. His closet may be closed tight, but it wasn't lonely now.
Dan might have blacked out a bit, near the end. He was often tired after sex anyway; he'd probably sleep for a week once they got back home. He would have been a little worried about nothing ever living up to this, but…he and Phil were nothing if not creative.
He saw Chris back off and swing his legs off the edge of the couch, and then Phil collapsed on top of Dan; a warm weight that seemed to dissolve Dan's anxieties, bleeding into him and filling up his emotional crevices as well as he'd filled Dan's physical one.
Slowly, the partygoers seemed to return to some level of ability to think clearly. There wasn't any shame - no one running to another room or panicking to put their clothes back on. The desperate level of need was gone, but Dan still felt a bit floaty. He just wanted to go home, and he was aware that he needed to put on clothes to do that. Not out of shame - just out of a logical desire to not get arrested.
He murmured to Phil and eventually got enough of Phil's weight off of him that they could track down their clothes, wrinkled and some a little stained with oil, from the floor. Phil leaned into Chris and kissed him on the cheek, and Dan waved.
They did basically nothing but sleep and eat for the rest of the weekend, and Phil's next video was definitely a bit delayed. Dan still didn't feel ashamed of what they'd done - there had been a few texts exchanged, and luckily everyone had been nice about not letting any of the strange events of that evening become public knowledge.
As long as it hadn't put him and Phil at risk of being found out, he had nothing but fond memories - and a lingering desire to someday locate the species of plant that had been out on the balcony.