Phil is looking around everywhere and can't seem to see his lion anywhere. Dan is on holiday, expected to return tomorrow, so Phil pushes open his door and steps into his best mate's room.
He knew he shouldn't be snooping, but he just wanted his little lion.
He lifts up the edge of Dan's comforter and sees it under the bed. "How'd you get under here?" He reaches for it and pulls it out, pulling a notebook out with it. He looks around as if Dan might jump out and yell at him for invading his space. No one. He opens the cover and gasps, dropping the notebook to the ground immediately.
Lies in front of him is a drawing. A drawing of himself and Dan, lying on his bed. Naked. Phil's hand running up and down Dan's length.
He knows it's of Dan's doing. The strokes of the pencil, the smears of lead across the page, a work of Dan's left handedness. And the writing. "I love you, Phil." Drawing Dan is saying.
Phil doesn't know what to think. He has hid his feeling for Dan deep deep down inside for so long-
His thought is cut off by the sound of keys in the door. Dan. Phil, panic stricken, grabs the notebook and the lion, brings down the comforter and bolts out of Dan's room, closing the door behind him. He rushes to his room as Dan opens the door to the flat. "Phil, I'm home." Dan calls out.
Phil pushes the lion and notebook under his pillow and steps into the hall as if nothing happened, his heart pounding in his chest. "H-Hi Dan! I wasn't expecting you till tomorrow."
"My trip got cut a little short, is all." Dan gives him a strange look. "Are you okay Phil? You look a little...flustered..." Phil shakes his head.
"No, no. I just...was startled is all.." Not a complete lie. Phil blushes slightly and moves to give Dan a hug.
Phil wonders how this beautiful man, whom he's been in love with for as long as he could remember, could even love him back. And why has he hid it all these years?