Dan's POV
The next morning.
When I open my eyes the sun is shining through the window, I see Phil lying next to me still sleeping. His black hair all in his face, so peaceful. I am still dressed and he's covered from the waist down with a white bed sheet. That was a hot night. It all happened so fast; I can't believe Phil would let me do that. He must feel the same way, I did ask him on the couch, and he did say he wants this. I could watch him sleep all day. I don't know what got into me last night, but I'm glad it did. I should've talked to him sooner, it would have saved so much pain, and everything I put myself through. But I won't tell Phil about any of that, everything should be perfect from now on. Phil takes in some air and slowly opens his eyes, beautiful icy blue eyes, then he parts his lips slightly. I can't help the smile that's rolling up my face. Pale pink flashes on his cheeks giving him some color, we lay staring into each other's eyes for what is an eternity.
"Dan," He whispers gently, "What … what are we?"
"Together?" I ask, smiling, my face heats. I lean over and give him a brief kiss then lay on my back. "Anything to eat?"
"Sure yeah … um I'll just put some clothes on."
Of course, he doesn't have to. I stand, stretch out, and make my way towards the door. "I'll fix some pancakes."
I turn to look at Phil, he's sitting up on his elbows, still only covered from the waist down, and hot as hells asphalt; I bite my lip as a reflex and force my self to turn around and walk to the kitchen. As I mix the pancake batter, I can't help but relive last night. Its was hot and he's mine. Whoa. Phil is mine now; I never thought I would really get to say that. I hear footsteps coming into the kitchen. I turn slightly and see Phil walking in, of course, who else would it be. I'm poring batter into the pan when he comes up behind me and wraps his arms around my waist with his hands resting on my navel.
He gingerly skims his nose on the back of my neck and slowly nuzzles it sending shivers down my spine, I'll never get any food ready like this. Before I know what's happening, his mouth finds my nape kissing and sucking and nibbling me until I can't take it any more. Oh, shit Phil. I turn around and grab his face twirling my tongue in his mouth while his hands find my hair and pull slightly. Phil pushes me into the counter, and I jump up, sit, wrap my legs around his waist, and continue the passionate kiss with my arms folded around his neck. An awful smell assaults my nose and I realize the food is burning.
"Oh shit! The food!" I panic and hop off the counter, Phil grabs towels and fans away the smoke while I turn off the stove and remove the pan from the burner. Frantically I scrape away the burned batter into the garbage, and put the pan in the sink. I sense Phil watching me, and decide to get another pan out of the cabinet a bit sexier then I would normally. I sat it on the burner, which is already pretty hot. Then begin to make more pancakes.
"Dan…" Phil's voice is questioning.
"Yeah Phil?" I answer.
"So, I've been wondering," his voice is so shy and adorable, "what took you so long to tell me, or show me rather … your feelings?"
What took me so long? A million things, everything, but I don't want to talk about it at all. I went through a lot with this, and I just don't know what to say.
"Well," I begin answering, but my voice is already shaking and I can tell this won't be good, "Phil … I … probably shouldn't talk about that right now."
"Dan you can tell me anything, you know that, I want you talk about it." He says, comforting and loving, I know I can talk to him about anything I just don't know if I am able to yet.
"I know I can, I jus-" I clench my teeth, and flip a pancake. I can't stand here and get emotional while trying to cook breakfast; I will tell him sometime. When I turn and look at him, he's staring at me intently his eyes melting me, again, like they always do. It's okay now, he's yours. That beautiful person is yours. I put my head down and I don't know why I feel shame for not talking about this, but I just can't and now is certainly not the time. He plants a light as air kiss on my cheek and walks to the fridge to get some orange juice. Sitting the carton on the counter, he joins me again letting out a small sigh. I know he wants to talk about it, what if I offended him by not saying anything. I hope he understands. Four pancakes should be enough.
I turn to the table with our plates, food, and silverware then sit. Phil sits in front of me and smiles slightly. His hair is black velvet. I could stare at him forever and never get enough of his features, I listen to him speak and never get tired of the sound of his voice, Those are dangerous thoughts. He digs in and hums appreciatively. Something about it makes me blush, maybe last night.
"So … when do you think you can talk about it?" He says between mouth fulls. "It seems to be gnawing at you."
For a moment or two, I sit and think. I guess I would be able to talk about it, how I felt before, what I went through with my feelings, how I dealt with it, and why it took me so long to talk about it. Scenarios skip through me head and I'm scared to discuss my past, and it's been a long one. I've loved Phil for quite some time now. When I realize I'm about to finish my last bite, I look up and he's done eating and just watching me with concern. Just tell him, you've both finished eating. I start to open my mouth, then feel a tear prick in my eye, so I bite my lip and stand up supporting my self on the table.
"Dan…" He almost whispers. Phil stands up and encloses me with is arms, I'm just resting on him with my head buried on his shoulder. I can't help but let a few tears fall, when I lift my head and face Phil he wipes away the pain I drained on my face and kisses me sweetly. The air quickly shifts and things become heated. I move my arms around the lower part of his back and he twists his fingers around my hair, pulling just gently enough to turn me on, all while our lips dance and tongues meet. I begin guiding him backwards towards the wall and we're frantically pulling off one another shirts.
