A/N Hey guys! Gotten into phanfics
recently so I thought I'd give it a go.
"'Night Dan!"
"'Night Phil!"
I heard Phil turn off the light in his room, and silence settled upon the house once again as I picked up my laptop and rolled into bed.
The silence always seemed ominous to me. I was always tempted to add a "love you!" after the "'Night", but it never came. Phil would probably just think I'm weird anyway.
I sighed and assumed my browsing position on my bed, checking tumblr for the millionth time and smiling at the hundred-and-fifty meme references on my dash. I snorted particularly loudly at a "crave that mineral" reference with my face on it, reblogging it to my personal tumblr page.
"Dan?" I heard Phil ask from the other room.
"What?"
"Is that you?"
"What, snorting? Yeah."
"It sounded really weird. What're you laughing at?"
"Just a meme reference on tumblr."
Phil giggled.
"I should have know."
More silence. I shrugged and kept scrolling.
"Can I join you?" Phil's voice floated from across the hall,
"Uh…" I blushed. He was going to come into bed with me?! "Yeah?"
"Thanks, I'm not tired."
"S'fine" I replied, trying to seem nonchalant.
I heard rustling in his room, and a sleepy Phil walked in wearing fluorescent green pajama bottoms and holding the totoro plushie.
"What is this a threesome now?" I asked, smiling at the totoro plushie, and trying to ignore my sexual innuendo. god Dan not the time.
"Totoro felt lonely!" Said Phil, grinning back.
He lay down next to me and I adjusted the laptop so that it was on both of our laps. Phil grinned at the screen and looked at me.
"Is that what you were looking at?" I looked down and felt the horror dawn on me.
Because I track #Danisnotonfire, often phanfictions get stuck on my dashboard. So of course I had to stop scrolling right in the middle of one.
"No!" I said a bit too eagerly.
"Yeah okay." grinned Phil
"But it's because I track the Danisnotonfire tag and…" Phil laughed.
"I know, I know.. Don't worry." I sighed and rolled my eyes, and kept scrolling. I readjusted my laptop so I could see the screen better.
"Dan…"
"Whaaat."
"I can't see the screen anymore".
I sighed and grumbled.
"Then readjust yourself." I payed no more attention to Phil as I was trying not to think about the fact that he was literally in my bed(NOT that that's a fantasy of mine… okay maybe) . That is, until he cuddled up to my side so that our arms were touching and rested his head on my chest.
I blushed, and froze. How the hell was I supposed to scroll through tumblr while my (attractive) flatmate leaned against me? Though I had to admit it felt nice… Phil must've felt me tense up because he scooted away and mumbled "sorry…".
"no!" I said quickly. He looked up, a faint blush on his cheeks. "I mean… s'fine" I blushed and looked back at the screen. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Phil smile and rest his head back on my chest. His fingers were so close to mine I swore I could feel the heat coming from them. I blushed at my thoughts and hesitated, trying to think of what to do to show that I appreciate his gesture. I could hold his hand… no, too forward. I could cuddle a little… that's fine, right? I cuddled over and snuggled my chin into his head, hoping that if it came up later I could blame it on the sleepiness.
I felt Phil snuggle back and he looked up quickly, met with my face much closer than it had been. He smirked, blushed and said:
"Hey Dan."
"Yeah?"
I looked down, nervous. Phil grinned.
"You haven't scrolled for about five minutes now."
"Oh."
I blushed hard and kept scrolling. That bastard. I bet he knows what he's doing. I smiled nonetheless, happy to have Phil pressed up against me to keep me warm during my late night tumblr odyssey.
After about a half an hour of scrolling, I squirmed and sat up. Phil did the same.
"What is it?"
"Nothing… I just… I feel cold. I'm going to get under the covers."
Phil blushed a little. I knew that this would cause a bit of a disruption, because now Phil had two choices: leave, which would be awkward because it would be implying that being under the covers with me would have been uncomfortable for him, or he could stay, leaving us under the covers together which is an awkward situation for both of us because the sexual tension was unbearable enough as it was. At least I hoped that he felt it too. Though I felt bad changing positions, I was curious to see what his reaction was. And besides, I was cold.
"o.. okay."
"You don't have to stay if you don't want to." I said
"U..m no I want—I'd like—I don't mind.."
I grinned at his awkwardness. It seems he feels the same. I got under the covers and winked at him.
"Coming?"
"DAAN" Phil blushed.
"What?" I grinned
"Just shut up"
I grinned again and put the laptop on my lap. Just as I began to scroll again I felt Phil cuddling up to me, just as he had before, but this time he put his head on my shoulder. I blushed and smiled, leaning into him again. I swear I heard him giggle. After another tumblr minute (which is to say an hour) of scrolling and talking, I scrolled past another phanfiction, labelled PHIL TOPS in bold.AGAIN? I couldn't ignore it, or just awkwardly scroll past it. Phil giggled.
"What?"
"PHIL TOPS" He said. I blushed.
"I know right. Not obvious at all."
"Seriously, they could be a little more sneaky."
I laughed.
"The phandom is convinced that you top. In our *relationship*"
Phil chuckled knowingly.
"no comment." he said.
"What. So you mean you do top?"
Phil looked up.
"Just out of curiosity I mean." I don't think I've ever blushed this much in the space of two hours.
He grinned.
"Maybe."
"REALLY? I mean, no offense, but you seemed more like a bottom to me." I said without thinking.
Phil winked.
"I have many secrets Dan. One of them is secretly being a sex god."
"Yeah, right." I rolled my eyes.
"Appearances are deceiving!" He said, and grinned again. "I bet you're a bottom."
I blush again. Because I am.
"HA" He said loudly, still smiling like an idiot. "TOLD YOU"
"Shut up." I said, smiling a little, trying not to think about how Phil tops and I bottom, making us a perfect pair.
"No one would ever believe you're a bottom. So controlling in real life." Phil looked thoughtful for a moment.
"What are you like during se….." suddenly it dawned on him what he was saying, and shut his mouth quickly. "never mind."
I raised my eyebrows at him.
"You curious Lester?"
He blushed and looked at the screen again.
"No… Maybe…"
I laughed.
"Well if you really want to know I'm really obliging, and I say please and beg a lot." I hesitated. "Your turn."
"Um… what? I… I dunno." he blushed
"C'mon Phil. I said it! It's embarrassing, I know"
He looked up.
"M'kay, well I guess I touch the other guy a lot and make him beg…" I shake my head & blush at the thought of Phil being in control.
"What?" he asked, confused.
"You don't seem like a top, that's all." He blushed.
"Anyway," he said ignoring me "and I, um, become really possessive I guess. I dunno. I um… hold him down…"
I felt emotion rush downward at the thought of Phil holding someone—okay me—down on the bed and whispering dirty things into my ear while he touch…
OKAY this fantasy has gone too far and I know it has, as my cheeks feel hot once again and I try to avoid thinking about it and making my… um… situation less prominent.
Phil blushes and meets my eyes.
"Weird right?"
"Uhm…" not at fucking all I want to say, in fact it's really fucking sexy "nah it's…" my voice cracks and I blush.
He looks up, curiously, then a shadow of understanding crosses his face and he smirks.
"It's…?" he mimics me.
"kndahot" i mumble, blushing and cursing inwardly as his eyes travel down my body in a suggestive way and he winks. I feel another rush or blood. I can't tell if he's joking or not.
"You curious, howell?" he asks, again mimicking my comment from earlier. He grins, knowing where my thoughts are.
"I… shut up." I say, avoiding his eyes. I see him grin and put his head back on my chest, where he chuckles to himself every once and a while at a post he sees on my dash. I, for my part, hardly pay any attention to what I'm scrolling past, caught up in embarrassment and occasional fantasies of Phil talking about sex and all the other ways that conversation could have gone.