Phan fiction about what"happend" after the James Bond sketch for BBC RADIO1.
Disclaimer: I do not own Dan or Phil...as much as i wish i did i don't that would be illegal...
Chapter 1:
We'd just finished filming our James Bond sketch, the distraction that was Dan in a suit was just a horrendously beautiful sight and the fact that I spent a few hours filming him shirtless while trying not to drool was hard but fun work. How could any human being be that perfect and sexy and not know it. That always bugged me about Dan, how he actually had no clue what he did to me and to half the internet nation, with just one look but no, he still didn't believe it even when he'd won hottest lad of 2012 he just thought it was some sick prank…sometimes I just didn't understand him. Anyway back to drooling over Dan in a suit, well actually he'd taken off the jacket now, rolled up his sleeves and undone his bow tie, yeah it was as mouthwatering as it sounds.
"You're staring Phil" Said Dan from across the room where he was putting things back from what we had used for filming. He said this in such a tremendously sexy, lazy tone it did things to my insides…When the words process I panicked, 'Wait he knew I was staring? Oh god' I look away blushing like mad.
Dan turns towards walking towards me till he was only a foot or so away. Undoing a few buttons of his shirt. "Heating's on quite high, its seriously hot in here" he said leaning in to whisper this in my ear. My breath hitches in my throat and my legs buckle, I grab hold of the window sill which is behind where I'm standing, to make sure I don't collapse on the floor, his breath still on my neck and my ear, making me want to grab him and do everything that's possibly imaginable to him. But before I can say anything or even move he pulls away and turns and walks to his bedroom his hips swaying slightly before he goes up the stairs and I hear his bedroom door shut. Leaving me there breathless, shaky, confused and turned on as hell. 'What, wait, what just happened?!'