A/N: I'm back with more Phan... as usual. I have no life.

WARNINGS: This starts to brink on the M-rating... but no sex. Just letting you know. :D

Disclaimer: I don't own Phan... :(

He was conficted. No — he was beyond conflicted. He was submerged in a pool of confusion, doubt, and above all, curiosity. He didn't know what to think.

And it was all because of that stupid video.

When Phil had first heard the name "Phan," he laughed it off. Because at the time, he hadn't known that it wasn't just a friendly pairing of the two — no, it was also a romantic bond. And he had also been fine with that up until about three months ago when he'd actually started developing... feelings for Dan.

He'd shrugged it off and pretended it was nothing. Truthfully, Phil had nothing against the gay community — he'd just never expected to be a part of it himself. And to fall for your straight roommate? It was pure hell.

But now... after he'd seen this... maybe he got his hopes up a little.

When he'd seen Dan's new upload on his page, (but he wasn't stalking Dan's page, he'd assure himself) he'd figured it would have been some weird story about a crazy cruise he had been on, or something along those lines. He didn't expect Dan to address actual shipping, as in the tumblr and fanfiction universe. And he definitely didn't expect him to address the shipping of himself and Phil.

"I Will Go Down With This Ship." Was it some sort of hidden joke? A message for Phil? Something meant for the phandom to decipher?

Phil shook his head. He was over thinking things as he always did. It was probably all that Dan could come up with, just a silly title. Nothing to be decoded or examined or anything.

Phil wanted to laugh at himself for making something out of nothing. Sighing, he begrudgingly left the comfort of his room and entered the kitchen. Dan probably wouldn't be up for a little while, giving Phil just enough time to clear his head.

No matter how hard he tried not to, Phil found himself back on YouTube and on Dan's page again. Great way to clear your head, Phil, he thought. He shrugged off the thought, allowing himself to become temporarily lost in the world of Danosaurs.

He looked in the list of recommended videos for himself, only to see that damned video at the top of the list. He gulped, his mouse hovering on the screen. He was just about to click when —

"What are you up to?" Dan's voice sounded from the entrance. Phil jumped, impulsively closing out his browser. Hoping he had done it discreetly, Phil gulped.

"Nothing," he answered quickly, nervously. "Just trolling tumblr."

Dan seemed to accept this answer, though he knew Phil was lying on some level. But he'd experienced these things with him before, and it was easier to just let Phil come to him when he needed him.

"Oh. Sorry for sleeping in so long," he apologized. Phil scrunched his eye. Dan usually slept in, and Phil was used to this. It had to have been longer than usual if Dan felt compelled to apologize about it, which meant Phil had been interne-stalking Dan longer than he'd thought. "I was up last night editing a video."

Phil nodded. He knew what video he must've been editing, and it was the same one that was causing him such emotional confusion.

"I know," Phil said.

Dan looked at Phil intently. Then it hit him — he knew why Phil was upset. And he knew he had caused it.

"I'm sorry, Phil," Dan said. Phil stared at him, now more confused than before. Not noticing this, Dan continued. "I should've asked how you felt about the whole 'shipping' thing before I made that video. Oh God, I'm a terrible friend."

Before Phil could cut in, Dan continued on his rampage. "I'm sorry, Phil. I just thought that if I addressed the issue, people would stop bugging us about it."

That struck a nerve in Phil. For some reason, that measly nerve wanted Phil to confess some things to Dan. And, well, Phil was never one to disappoint.

"Dan," Phil started cautiously. "What if I don't want them to stop?"

It was as if that one question shifted the entire atmosphere for the two. Phil was suddenly aware of his actions and hoping against hope that he coud take his words back. Dan, on the other hand, was frozen. How was he supposed to react?

"Is there a chance you could forget I said that?" Phil said in a small voice. Dan said nothing, keeping his eyes locked on Phil and stepping closer until they were a few inches apart at most. Then slowly, so, so slowly, Dan leaned over to Phil's ear, whispering.

"What if I don't want to forget?"

Their lips collided before either knew what was going on. Neither pulled away, however. They simply let the wanting side of their minds control what they were doing, thinking, feeling.

The kiss got hungrier and hungrier, like they depended on each other for life. It was true, in a way. They had each been suppressing their urges around each other for months — now that they'd started, there was little to no chance of them stopping.

They stumbled onto the couch, Phil underneath Dan's tanned body. With the new position, Dan found himself getting easier access to Phil's pale neck. With the newfound information, Dan allowed his lips to trail down Phil's jaw, all the way to his collarbone. Phil threw his head back, closing his eyes to get a better feel of the moment.

Needing something to occupy his hands, Phil let his fingers brush over the end of Dan's shirt. He ghosted them over the skin there, causing Dan to shiver involuntarily. Egged on by the reaction, Phil ran his hands up and down Dan's bare chest underneath his shirt. Dan moaned softly, a blush rising on both of their cheeks.

"Phil... just..." Dan murmured, though he got nothing else out. His mind was elsewhere at the moment.

Phil knew exactly how Dan felt, though he couldn't really voice the thought when he had Dan's tongue down his throat. Not that he minded. Not in the least.

Dan's hands slipped into Phil's hair, messing up the usually perfect style. He gripped tighter, his fingers digging into Phil's scalp, massaging it gently. "Dan..." Phil breathed.

When Phil's phone vibrated, he swore he heard Dan mutter something along the lines of "Fucking cockblock." He couldn't help but laugh quietly at that.

"Who the hell is calling you?" Dan asked.

"It's my mum," Phil answered. He looked at Dan, both of them staring intently at one another. Then they both simultaneously broke out into a fit of laughter.

Their laughter died down, both becoming serious. Smiles wiped off of their faces, they were silent.

"Um..." Phil began quietly. He was shaking with nerves. "I guess we need to talk now."

Dan shook his head. "No." He paused, causing Phil to worry. What did he mean 'no?!' "Not now. We can talk later. Right now, I'm dead set on proving to you how much I love you so you won't have to doubt me when I tell you later."

Phil's mouth twitched up into a smile. "You mean that?"

Dan grinned. "Of course."

Their lips met once again, both of them blissful in their own little worlds.

A/N: My friend has been stalking me while writing this. She is watching me type this right now. She SUCKS! But I still love her. (Glee52. She's a part of the PHANDOM. She's amazing... though she stalked me while I was writing without my knowledge.)

I love you all so much! So so much. Almost as much as Phil loves Dan. Or Dan loves Phil. Because, come on, NOBODY loves anyone as much as they love each other.

MICROWAVE.

-Kristen