"Whatcha doin'?" Dan asked as he approached Phil who was on his laptop for some reason. Phil began blushing furiously and slammed his screen shut against the keyboard.
"What, nothing! What?" Phil gulped, his bulging eyes now focusing in on Dan's face. Dan looked with confused brown eyes into Phil's panicky blue ones.
"What were you looking at?" Dan asked, reaching for Phil's laptop.
"Nothing!" Phil squeaked, jumping from the couch with his laptop clung to his chest.
"Oh no you don't!" Dan cried chasing after Phil down the hall to their bedroom. Dan tackled Phil by grabbing his ankle on the stairs. Dan pulled himself up to and past Phil's outstretched arms, stealing the laptop as he ran past.
"Dan, no! It's really nothing you need to see, it's stupid, it's dumb!" Phil begged but Dan had just flipped up the screen to see what the big deal is.
"It's fan fiction." Dan laughed. "About us no less!" Dan read on as Phil went redder and redder with his face in his hands. "Oh, oh my." Dan's ears reddened. "Phil you saucy, saucy little minx!" He giggled which seemed to awaken Phil.
"Give it back!" He ordered recharging at Dan.
"But I'm almost done. Let me finish!" Dan whined.
"No." Phil stated tugging it out of Dan's hands.
"You twat." Dan muttered. "You're such a tease, Phil." Phil stuck his tongue out before turning, only to be turned back and pasted against the hallway wall outside the room. "But you don't need this smut, you have me now." Dan reminded him softly, before kissing Phil gently. As the kiss intensified, Dan managed to slip the laptop out of Phil's clutches and into his own.
"Hey!" Phil objected pulling away from his boyfriend's lips slightly indignant.
"Oh come on Phil, I want to finish it."
"Well, so do I." Phil pouted.
"Well then," Dan grabbed Phil's hand with his free one. "Let's reenact it." He whispered excitedly pulling Phil into the bedroom. "Where did you leave off at?" Dan asked, sitting on the bed with a cheeky little grin playing on his face. Phil was unsure but sat next to him on the bed.
"I was at the part where you were about to interrupt my bath." Phil mummer quietly.
"Right, well I don't want to get wet particularly. Do you?" Dan inquired turning his face towards Phil's. The way Dan looked in that moment; his Hobbit hair, his hand on his chest, the warm of his brown eyes staring at Phil with humor but also desire was too much for Phil to handle any longer.
"Do. Me. Now." Phil urged placing the laptop on the floor and taking off his shirt when the laptop was out of harms way.
"Okay I guess you want to-" Dan was abruptly interrupted by the lack of air in his lungs as the oxygen left them when Phil thrust his hand down Dan's half way taken off jeans. "Jesus Phil!" He moaned as Phil grabbed him and warmed his cold hand on Dan's warm and rising penis. Dan dug his nails into Phil's soft back as Phil finished undressing Dan. Dan bite on Phil's neck harder than expected as Phil ripped off the rest of his jeans and boxers in one fluent motion, causing the zipper on Dan's jeans to rip against his bulge. It was painful at first but Dan ignored it as there was a more pressing matter at hand, like Phil's erection in his hand for example. Phil gasped as Dan began lazily pumping while Phil was pinned Dan to the bed.
"R-Ready?" Phil asked unsure, he always needed approval. It was the most annoying and endearing thing Dan knew about Phil: his uncertainty when the time came.
"You know I am, Tiger." Dan purred in Phil's ear. It my have started as a sporty nickname to say from one teammate to the other, but Phil and Dan had turned it into their little code word for 'Hurry up, the timer's counting down to the big bang!' Phil reached for the lube next to the bed and fervently slicked himself and Dan up.
"Re-"
"Do me before I burst!" Dan cried out. Phil plunged in and hit Dan's prostate. "Oh oh Phil."
"Help me Dan." Phil requested and together, they pumped up Phil until they both cried out each other's names in Ecstasy and bliss as the came on one another. They fell to the bed, slimy yet satisfied. "I love you, Dan." Phil whispered feeling sleep threatening to take him away.
"I love you too, Phil." Dan assured him with a kiss to the forehead. They moved until they were comfortably spooning each other; Dan behind Phil. "Phil?" Dan inquired before he drifted away completely.
"What?" Phil yawned. He was tired Dan noted and rightfully so, they had been out and about all week for YouTube things, BBC Radio One things and Disney things. They both needed to rest. There is always tomorrow to ask him to spend the rest of his life with you. Dan thought softly, thinking about the engagement ring in his room hidden behind a Delia Smith cookbook.
"Remind me to ask you something tomorrow okay?" Dan yawned the request. Intrigued, Phil made a mental note and a sound of affirmation before drifting away.
"Okay..." The two men held each other as the moon slipped by in the night, watching and smiling. London was for once, quite. Well as quite as London can get on a Friday evening. People laughing, cars zooming past, a cat slinking past a dumpster, sirens wailing almost out of earshot. Peaceful, nearly. There was something else besides the cat and moon; slinking along, slipping by unnoticed: time. But time was feeling well and it needed to let something loose.
This has happened over the course of history, time gets too full and lets something disappear to stretch out a bit as it were. And this stretching out, made things just disappear. Amelia Air heart for example, the dinosaurs for another, these occurrences were mostly based at the Bremuta Triangle. But this particular one was based in a flat in the middle of London this peaceful evening. The two unaware men didn't know the rip in time and space open like a slow zipper in their bedroom nor did they wake when they were sucked apart from each other as the rip appeared on either side of the bed.
The next morning, seven people in the area were reported to dial 999 when they saw strange lights in the sky. The press had a small field day when the police told them they were mad and probably just saw the stars simmering or an airplane fly by or some other bullshit reason. So after, the reporters went back to printing about puppies finding new homes and people dying.
No one had any idea that two DJs from BBC Radio One, that two Youtubers nor that two Disney stars were now lost in two of the many cracks in time and space or that they had just disappeared from existence all together.
No one had the slightest clue.
