Hey, what's up? I was going through some of the older videos, and one of them spoke to me to write this quick one-shot. If you like, review or PM.

Favorite if you're a bottom; retweet if you're a top.

Phil's finger had been itching to press that button, but he's learned to restrain himself. Instead, he had resigned himself to check the people's names to see if he'd known anyone. He knows Dan has just finished with his liveshow and is about to call him in to go over the names with him when one catches his eye above all the rest.

"What the actual…." He reads to himself a name under favorited. "DANIEL! GET IN HERE!"

A few seconds later, a crash is heard. This is followed by a low string of curses and some stumbling. Phil sits back and rolls his eyes, waiting to find Dan's hobbit hair poking out from the hall. It doesn't take long.

"Uh, yeah, Phil?" He notices the slight betrayal and anger behind his best friend's eyes. "Shit. What did I do?"

"You favorited."

"At least I didn't retweet." He answers, jokingly.

Phil gives him a hardened glare that forces Dan's cocky exterior to crumble. The younger boy slumps to the floor, staring up to Phil with little puppy dog eyes. Phil scoffs and rolls his eyes again. He sets the computer down, shuts the door and begins to pace.

"Do you not get it, Dan?"

"What does it matter?"

"Now our fans have an image in their minds. A much more vivid descriptions than just calling us 'phan' will give them. Dan, every time we go out now, they'll be seeing us in that position – with me over you. Every time they'll see you look over at me, it'll be like you're asking for my permission. Every video combo we do, it'll be all my idea. This changes things, Dan."

"They're our fans, Phil. It's what they do. They're ALWAYS looking for ways to stir the pot. It's not like our innuendo has helped. Or the cooking videos. Or when I tell the world I'm about to have an orgasm from some good smell or taste and your eyes follow me out of the room."

"You have a point, Dan."

"Don't I?" He asks, pleadingly. "Can I get up now?"

"No. I'm still mad at you." Phil shakes his head, leveling his gaze with Dan's.

His widen. "What're you gonna do?"

Phil smirks. In an instant, he pounces on Dan, successfully knocking his back to the floor as he straddles Dan's groin. "Whatever I want. You're on bottom, remember?"