i actually love innocently sleeping in the same beds as friends
idk why
its one of my favourite things

Dan knocked twice on his flat-mates bedroom door, peeking around the edge when it inched open. Phil was laying across his bed lazily, wearing his Pokemon pyjama bottoms and lion shirt.

"Hey, Dan," he said with a smile as he stretched out on his bed, one hand on his laptop keyboard and the other laced in his hair. Dan smiled and tiptoed across the room, nudging Phil over with his knee until he closed his laptop, then slid onto the bed beside him.

"'Morning, Phil," he said, shifting around until he got comfortable.

It was Sunday morning and neither of the two men had anywhere better to be. They had already spent the entire weekend in their respective rooms, editing videos and marathoning their favourite TV shows. Dan had spent most of the weekend re-watching season 3 of Buffy the Vampire Slayer and Phil had been trying to psych himself up for Death Note, with no such luck.

That morning, Dan had spent two hours in bed, having woken up at the ungodly hour of seven a.m before he put his shirt on and walked silently to Phil's room.

Phil, on the other hand, had just recently woken, which was apparent by the way his words slightly slurred together and he blinked sleepily over at Dan.

"Have you been up long?" Phil asked, sliding his laptop onto the floor beside his bed.

Dan shrugged. "Not really. I've just kind of been laying in bed for two hours."

Phil's nose scrunched up as he looked at the time then back to Dan. "You've been up since seven? Why didn't you come wake me up? We could have tried to watch Death Note or something," Phil said, a slight teasing tone lining his voice at the Death Note part; they would probably never get around to it.

Dan shrugged again, pulling the comforter over his legs and sinking down until he was comfortable. "I didnt want to wake you up. We got in late last night." Which was true, of course. They had been out with their friends Chris and PJ, until a bit after midnight. It was Chris's birthday and he wanted them all to go out and do something together. So they had gone to a bar, and PJ had a bit too much to drink. Chris had had to take him home. Dan and Phil stayed out another hour before going home, a little more than slightly tipsy.

"Yeah, but its so boring here. I wouldnt have minded. I dont need to be sleeping all day, anyway," Phil said with a frown, and Dan rolled his eyes, nudging his friend with his elbow.

"Just hush, Phil. Its only just after nine. I wasnt going to wake you up earlier than you usually get up." Sometimes, Dan thought to himself, Phil really was too nice. That, i'll-guilt-you-into-feeling-bad-about-something-you-don't-need-to-feel-bad-for-because-I-care, kind of nice. Dan had gotten used to it, though. It was one of the things that made him feel so drawn to Phil, in fact; that kindness.

"Alright. Want to watch Buffy?" Phil asked. There was still a bit of pout in his tone, and Dan laughed, nodding. Phil just smiled a barely-there smile and leaned over to grab his laptop back off the floor, opening it and turning it back on.

They owned all seven seasons of Buffy on DVD and had it in a boxset, which was sitting in the living room by the DVD player, but it was early and they were both too lazy to get out of bed and watch it in the other room. So Phil just slid his laptop in between his right and Dan's left thigh, and opened it up on Netflix. They spent a lot of their free time like that, lying in each others' beds with one of their laptops between their bodies, laying down and watching this show or that show until they fell asleep or got hungry.

Dan pulled the comforter under his cheek and shifted once more on the pillow to get comfortable Beside him, Phil was doing the same thing, wiggling under the sheets until he was laying low enough to see the screen of his laptop and still be comfortable. After about five minutes of shifting and wiggling and Dan turning off the light, Phil finally pressed 'play'.

"What episode are you on?" Dan asked quietly as they waited for it to load.

Phil ran his fingertips over the track pad, leaning closer to the screen to read the episode title. "Erm, season 3 episode 4," he said, leaning back and getting comfortable again. Dan nearly face-palmed. They shared the same Netflix. Of course it would be on the last episode Dan had watched. He mentally face-palmed himself as Phil laughed quietly.

"So I guess thats what youve been doing all weekend, then," he said, and Dan could hear the smile in his voice. He just nodded in response, reaching forward to turn the volume up.

The theme song was the best part.

xx

Dan woke up nearly four hours later to the Buffy theme tune playing and Phil curled into his side. His head was on Dan's shoulder and one of his hands was curled up on Dan's chest, his fingertips to his palm. His other had was pressed firmly between his knees, a habit he had yet to get rid of, and his legs were between Dan's. To say Dan was slightly shocked would be an understatement. Sure, him and Phil had slept in the same bed before, and maybe woken up slightly spooning and they may have been holding hands once or twice, but they had never been that close. Not that Dan was complaining. He could feel Phil's breath across his collarbone and smell his strawberry shampoo that he loved so much.

It had been a while since they slept in the same bed, though, something that Dan would never admit he missed. He loved sleeping with Phil. Not in a dirty way, just innocent snuggling and hand-holding and the occasional spooning. Dan loved it. He was never sure what Phil thought of it, though, seeing as how he always woke up first and disentangled himself from Phil, putting a good bit of distance between the two of them before trying to fall back asleep. He rarely ever could though, not when he had been so comfortable with Phil just moments before.

This time, though, Dan stayed staring at Phil's sleeping figure a bit too long, because the next thing he knew, there was a warm hand on his hip and Phil was blinking sleepily up at him, murmuring, "Did I wake you up?" After a few silent moments, he seemed to realize what he had done, and slowly slid his hand off of Dan's hip until it was resting back in between his knees. "Sorry..."

Dan decided to ignore the last part, sinking further into the pillows beside Phil and answering the first part with a shake of his head. "You didnt wake me up. It was the theme song," he said with a smile. Phil looked at Dan for a moment longer before turning to the computer, closing it with a smile.

"Guess we dozed off," he said, stretching his legs out. His legs which were still between Dan's. Dan couldnt care less. He was too comfortable to move away, instead, throwing his arm over Phil's waist and leaning forward until their foreheads were pressed together. He smiled and closed his eyes.

"Want to try to go back to sleep?" he asked quietly, stifling a yawn; he probably had terrible morning breath.

He felt Phil nod against him. "Yes. I am still quite tired. Last night sort of drained me," he said, followed by him ducking his head and yawning. Dan smiled against Phil's hair until he lifted his head again.

"Night, Phil," Dan said quietly, rubbing his face gently against Phil's hair. It was a comfort thing, more than anything. Just like laying in bed with Phil was.

"I think you mean good afternoon," Phil said with a quiet chuckle. Dan pulled away just long enough to playfully smack his arm before pulling him back to himself and wrapping his arm around him once again.

"We havent done this in a while," Phil observed. "I mean, we used to fall asleep in bed all the time. We dont really hang out like that as often." Dan noted he sounded kind of sad.

"I know. We're both adults with serious business to take care of," Dan said, mock seriously. Phil just laughed and ducked his head down against Dan's chest.

"Alright, thats enough joking for now. Lets just try to get a bit more sleep before Chris makes us go out for hang-over brunch," Phil said with a smile. He loved spending time with Chris; they had always kind of been close in that best friends forever sort of way. Almost more like brothers than friends, Phil noted.

It was Dan's turn to nod, and with that, they pulled the blanket tighter around themselves and slipped into a peaceful sleep once more.

p.s. the bold parts before the stories are from Dan or Phil's Formspring questions and/or the description of the chapter.

p.p.s SORRY DAN