Dan's arms shook and, suddenly unable to support his own weight, his strength gave out and he collapsed, attempting to fall sideways so as to not squash Phil.

"Guh," Phil grunted underneath him, wriggling his head so that his chin popped over Dan's shoulder. "D—Dan…"

He flicked his eyes up to meet the blue ones of his new lover; Phil was looking flushed, sweaty about the hairline, quite a bit mussed with lightly bruised lips…

… And the expression on his face caused Dan's heart to do a little flip in his chest.

"Kiss me again," Phil said; he was clearly trying to sound assertive but the tiny Phil-like lilt at the last word made it sound more like a question. Dan smiled into Phil's now damp neck; he was still trying to catch his breath and Phil wanted more?

Dan scooted forward to do so, pressing an open-mouthed sigh onto Phil's soft, bow-shaped lips, but Phil would have none of that. Backing up, he took Dan's face in his hand and angled it slightly, then touched his forehead to Dan's. "Slowly," he whispered.

Dan was a bit surprised; after their fevered, clothes-shredding display a short while before, he had yet to see such a soft side of their love. He complied, feeling himself melt onto the older man's chest.

When they broke away, Dan rolled onto his side and let Phil nestle under his arms. He felt sticky and moist (the word itself caused him to shudder a bit; moist, but it was too accurate to avoid), yet he couldn't bring himself to leave, not when he had his nose buried in Phil's hair, enjoying the warm boy-scent and…

"Where is this going?" Phil asked, his jaw bumping Dan's head as he spoke.

Dan felt his eyebrow raise. Phil wanted to talk about that, now? Didn't afterglow mean anything to him? Didn't 'falling asleep instantly after the fact' apply? It was such a girlish question that Dan couldn't suppress a little snort.

"Don't laugh," Phil said, sounding pouty. Dan angled his face to look at him; he was pouty. Using his mouth, Dan sought out a sensitive spot he'd noticed earlier under Phil's right ear and lapped at it. Phil let out a strangled sort of noise.

"Can't it be the same as always?" he asked, "just with sex this time?"

It wasn't quite the correct response, if Phil's face was anything to judge by: he looked crestfallen. Dan felt bad and struggled for a response. "I meant, just… can't it be normal? Does it have to be a weird… production? Can't I still be me and you still be you and we'll just love each other a little more…" he gave up after a few painful moments and sank down back into the cushions, hiding his face in Phil's bare chest. "Feel free to hate me," he groaned. "I'm such a fail."

Phil's chest was shaking under his cheek, and Dan heard him laugh. "You try, Dan," he said consolingly, ruffling Dan's hair. "I think I get what you're saying though—can we still be normal friends who do normal videos?"

"Yes!" Dan breathed out in relief. "Only, can I kiss you when I feel like it now, and… stuff?" he couldn't help the cheeky grin that popped up on his face when he said 'stuff'. God, he was so immature…

Phil was smiling too. "You've wanted to kiss me before?"

Dan's face heated and he tried to hide his embarrassment with sarcasm. "No, Phil—I just did all that with someone I'm not attracted to in the slightest." He rolled his eyes, but the smile found its way back on his face just the same.

"I suppose keeping things normal is fine, as long as you cook me nice dinners and take me out sometimes," Phil decided.

Dan did laugh this time. "Phil, I do all that anyway."

"Oh, yeah… It's probably better we don't tell the Danosaurs or the Phillions about us though…" Phil mused.

Phil's tongue was poking out slightly between his teeth, Dan noticed, like it always did when he grinned. He couldn't quite explain why it made his heart squeeze so. "Why not?" he asked, already feeling heat pool in his belly once again. Jeez, it was like being fourteen all over again… Damn Phil.

"The tension; duh; shows are never as fun when the 'will they, won't they' couple gets together."

Dan shook his head. "You scheming monster, you. They only think you're sweet." He tried to scoot backwards so as to not bother Phil with his growing problem.

Phil was not so easily deceived. "I think I'm pretty sweet," he said to Dan, blue eyes lidded and pupils blown wide. Dan swallowed at the sight, or at least tried to swallow; it felt as if his adam's apple was trapped somewhere in his esophagus. "No," he squeaked as Phil scraped his nails softly down Dan's sides, elicting shivers. "Definitely not sweet."

Phil scooted down the sofa, licking and scraping and oh God Dan's head was spinning already. Phil's eyes flicked upwards towards his own, and there was something completely leonine about his smile.

"If you say so," was his only response.