a/n: added an extra snippet to this story; please note that the rating has increased.
When had the line been crossed, Phil wondered dazedly as a faint blush crept up his face. When had a casual touch, a dazzling smile, a teasing wink - when had they started affecting him like this? He willed himself unnaturally still (rather like a petrified dolphin) as his younger roommate ran one hand lazily through his damp hair. Sexy delicious beast, Phil's brain supplied helpfully. His eyes slipped downwards for a moment before he could stop himself and okay, they really needed bath towels that weren't thin rags that didn't hide much, next Tesco's order for sure and - "Phil. Hey, he-llo there? I said, where'd you put the hairdryer?" Dan was inquiring, a touch of irritation in his words. "Ah," Phil blinked, the hairdryer, yes that was probably in his room somewhere? and Dan's tongue flickered out to catch a stray droplet of water and fuck, fuck it (cringed at the swear, even if he didn't say it out loud because swearing, he just couldn't). "My room," Phil managed, turning nonchalantly (he hoped) back to his laptop. "Go find it; I'm too lazy to get up." Although he wasn't having any trouble getting up 'downstairs' at terrible moments like this, like he was still that hormonal teenager from ten years ago, and hah-freaking-hah Phil you're just hilarious. Dan scowled (it wasn't adorable, not at all) and turned away. A moment later, the muted hum of the hairdryer started up. Phil valiantly tried not to think about Dan, blowing, and Phil's room together in one context but a full-on blush stained his cheeks anyways.
Yeah, Phil mused once he was safely back in his own room, (regrettably?) sans infuriatingly attractive best friend and roommate. He really needed to - it'd been way too long since - yeah, but what could he do really the walls were thin and if Dan heard he'd probably quite literally die of embarrassment. But... his eyes darted to the door. Locked, and he could be quiet so maybe he could just? because really, his jeans were fantastic (phantastic, no, no) but the pressure was really, really not-at-all-comfortable and all he needed was, he didn't have to think about Dan he was bisexual it would be okay he just needed to- a final glance at the door and he dropped one hand down, palming himself through the fabric and nearly sobbing in relief, but it (thankfully) turned out to be a quiet, long-drawn exhalation.
"Dan," he breathed, quietly unzipping his pants, "yeah," as his hand curled around slick hardness, the other tugging his jeans down all the way. Sharp twist just below the head (perfect friction, but not what he was looking for). Phil brought up his free hand to his mouth, laving his fingers sloppily before lying back and gently probing himself with a finger. Better, (eyes fluttering shut) and Dan was bending over Phil now, flashing Phil a mischievous grin as his fingers rocked into his body. Phil was working a third finger in, clenching his teeth to stay quiet, when something clattered to the floor and his eyes snapped open.
Dan hastily picked up the hairdryer and set it on Phil's night-stand. Face flushed, he backed out of the room, mumbling apologies about privacy and knocking on doors and tripping over the carpet as he made his exit.
Well, fuck.
a/n: unsatisfactory endings muahaha! but anyways, thanks for reading :) please spare a moment to review?