"Dan schooled his face, refusing to flinch. He didn’t like something about his name in Phil’s mouth. It was the wrong type of sweet, the type of sweet used to lure ants and bugs into traps." AHDIUWHDGGGAAAA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
"'It has been. Be gentle with me, okay?' He lined up his cue, winked at Dan, then shot the cue ball towards the cluster.
Heat rose behind Dan’s cheeks." screaming
"Next to him, Phil hummed softly. Then, seeming to come to a conclusion, he advanced to the table — directly in front of where Dan was standing — and bent over the edge.
Dan clenched his jaw. Phil was almost fully bent at the waist, contorted in a way that was entirely unnecessary to make a shot. There was an arch in his lower back, for God’s sake. The way he was holding the cue, setting up for the hit, brought his shoulder blades backwards, making his upper back look even more poised. " I am going feral
“'Nice back s— uh, bank shot,' Dan stammered. He closed his eyes for a moment and bit the inside of his cheek. He could feel his face turning red." Yeah!
"He lined up for the shot, pretending to double check his angle, while Phil stood just to the left of his vision. He wasn’t doing anything wrong. He wasn’t being distracting at all. Not like he was earlier, bent at the waist like he was begging to get fucked, when his hands were wrapped around the cue—
Dan shot. The angle was slightly off.
He missed." if I keep biting my fist I will NOT have one by the end of this
"'I’ll go for the middle pocket again. Wish me luck,' Phil said with a shake of his head. Dan felt like kicking a chair over." me too but for like, different reasons
"Without warning, and without breaking eye contact, Dan picked up Phil’s drink and drained it in three gulps.He tried not to break as the taste caught up with him – he really wanted that to be a cool move – but he couldn’t help but wince when the sickly sweet flavor overwhelmed his tongue." crying he's such a loser (said lovingly)
"He also wasn’t quite sure he had it in him." AKSJDHAKHWDHHHh!hh!!h!!!!!!!
“'Hm, top,' Phil intoned, just loud enough for Dan to hear. 'I knew it.'” I am Not making it through this fic
"Phil didn’t look up at Dan, or smile, but leaned over the table and fixed his eyes on his target.
'Bottom.'" I am having heart palpitations
"Phil raised the glass to his lips, but before taking a sip, looked up at Dan through his eyelashes.
'I also like pretty boys.'
Dan gritted his teeth, but let one corner of his mouth lift up into a small smirk.
'You’ll have to hustle me a little better for that one,' he muttered." nothing has EVER been this serious
"He couldn’t stop the images from flying into his mind then, the sight of Phil clutching that cue, making his teasing comments and flirtations at Dan, bent over the edge of the table like that. He knew exactly what he had, and he knew exactly how to play Dan like a fiddle." oh olivermirror you will ALWAYS be famous
“'Okay,' Phil said, taking a sip from his neon orange drink. 'If I win I want a kiss.'" this fanfic is for me specifically I am claiming it
"In fact, under different circumstances, Dan could see himself doing something similar. Hustling for justice.
In a way, wasn’t he already?" dear go d
"'No?' Dan said, bending seductively over the table, then contorting his body in a way that showed off the few toned muscles he had. 'Not even after you’ve teased them all night?'" I am going to die here
"Without thinking about it too much, Dan moved. With a slight adjustment, he pivoted his cue and his body towards the 8-ball, then shot.
It sank." so this is the best day of my life
"'Hello,' he said, stepping back. He was sure there was some chagrin laced in his body language. He stepped back, holding out his hand. 'My name is Dan. I’m a professional pool player. I’m recently out, and you are rather attractive. Can I buy you a drink?'" I have no words this is my favorite thing in the wordl
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