Both Dan and Phil woke up to the sound of the alarm clock.
Phil took a deep breathe and reached over to shut off the alarm and then rolled back over to look at Dan.
"Good morning," he said to Phil.
"Morning."
Phil ran a hand over his face and rolled onto his back.
"You alright?"
"Yeah," he answered and slowly sat up. "I've got to start getting ready though. Sleep in as long as you like."
As Phil got up and dressed, Dan lie there, listening to the sound of his breath and cloth sliding over his skin.
"Oh, er," Phil began and Dan turned over to look at him as he stood by the doorway.
"I normally don't cook or eat before I go to work, you can make whatever you like. There's still some leftover steak from yesterday, too."
"Okay, thanks." Dan said.
"I'll be right back, hang on."
Phil went into the restroom where he splashed his face with water and brushed his teeth. Unfortunately because he had been distracted by Dan the night before, he had never showered, but didn't have quite enough time to do so this morning either, so while cringing, he made sure to put deodorant on.
He turned on Netflix for Dan as well, and then returned to his room where Dan was still lying.
"I set up Netflix for you," he said and he crawled onto his hands and knees onto the bed to quickly kiss Dan.
Dan reached up and put a hand at Phil's cheek before he leaned back and righted himself.
"I'll be back by about 3:15 probably," he told Dan.
"Okay."
"Okay."
From the bed, Dan could hear Phil moving out of the house, locking the door, and starting his car. As the sound of engine became much more distant and he could no longer hear it, he sighed deeply.
Adjust, he thought to himself.
He managed to doze off again and slept until the better part of the morning.
Dan had showered and dressed in some of the clothes he had brought to Phil's, ate some of the leftover steak for lunch, and watched a couple of episodes of Doctor Who as he waited for Phil during the day.
He hoped Phil was doing alright, because he felt like absolute rubbish.
When he finally heard the car pulling into the drive way his heart jumped in his chest and he could hardly contain his smile.
About a mile down the road, in the restaurant Phil worked at, things were very busy so he was thoroughly distracted from wondering how Dan was doing.
On busy days like this, you don't pay attention to the time, you don't pay attention to the ache in your own feet, or the thirst that is tiring out your body.
When one o'clock rolled around Phil found a bit of downtime and he took his break. He ate, drank, and sat down for a bit before getting back to work.
He was able to get his side work done as things were much slower in the restaurant and he was dying to get home, to get to Dan.
Around three he started wrapping things up and was finally able to leave.
He drove down the road and pulled in the driveway, quickly climbing out of the car and heading for the house as if the only thing keeping him alive was there and he were dying.
Phil found that Dan had unlocked the door and he hastily opened it and stepped inside.
He found Dan standing there in the foyer, a wide smile on his face. He trailed over to Dan and without a word, kissed him hard on the mouth.
Dan was quite responsive. He wrapped his arms around Phil and held fast. His hands travel the distance from the arch of Phil's back to his shoulders and back again, which left a buzzing in Phil's body.
Phil daringly nibbled on Dan's bottom lip, earning a gasp from him. He broke the kiss and looked at Phil with wide eyes.
"Too much?" Phil asked quietly.
"Too much, but not quite enough," Dan replied and he knew exactly what he meant. "Glad you're back."
"Me too."
Dan released Phil from his arms and returned to the couch. Phil stood by, tuning into Doctor Who for a few moments before going into his room to change.
When he reappeared and sat down next to Dan, he was in some lounge clothes.
"I've got dinner with my parents tonight." Phil mumbled, remembering. "I'll probably head that way at about 6 and be back by 7:30."
"I'll cook something up for you before I go, though. Or order a pizza if you'd like that."
"I'm not too worried about it," Dan replied. "I ate leftovers for lunch, by the way."
"That's good."
They grew a bit quiet and Dan leaned over to rest his head on Phil's thigh.
Phil smiled and let out a small laugh.
"You've gotten to season three," Phil realized as he watched with Dan.
He hummed in response.
A few moments later Dan said, "Is your phone ringing?"
Phil stood quickly and went into his room, getting his phone out of his work pants pocket.
Chris had sent him a couple texts. His phone was on it's vibrate setting.
He returned to the living room, clutching his phone.
"My phone is on vibrate," he said, holding the device up.
"Er, yeah, I thought I heard it buzzing."
"That's nuts, Dan."
"Well, yeah, it probably isn't normal."
"Can you literally hear, everything?"
"Well, sort of. Mostly just things really nearby. Like say, when you're driving up to the house, I can tell about halfway from here and the restaurant. I've also learned to tune some stuff out."
"What's it like?" Phil lowered himself to the recliner.
"It's like… hearing the house creak at night, hearing your breath, hearing whispered sarcastic comebacks that someone so desperately wanted to say, but not get in trouble for," Dan began and Phil smiled at the last bit. "It's like, hearing twigs crack from outside and water dripping from your shower from the other room."
"My shower leaks?"
"I think it's the shower. Could be the pipes, or the sink."
Phil smiled. "That's really strange."
"Not really. You should get the leak fixed."
"No," he laughed. "I mean, you. With all your freaky senses and stuff."
"My freaky senses and stuff, huh?"
"Well put, right?"
"Oh yeah," Dan replied with heavy sarcasm.
Phil looked at the messages Chris sent him.
Theres someone I want you to meet
His names PJ
Phil wrote back, Oh, it's a he, is it?
To Dan he said, "It seems as if Chris has met his Companion."
"Really?" He replied as Phil's phone buzzed again.
Don't fucking tease me
"I'm so excited," Dan said and he grinned in agreement.
Phil wrote to Chris, I'm dying to meet him, but I've got dinner with my parents tonight.
He quickly sent another text, What color are his eyes?
Next Friday or something then and they're blue. Why? Phil could imagine Chris looking at him suspiciously and drawling out the question.
Curious is all, Phil wrote back.
He and Chris texted back and forth for a bit, but he soon got a call from his mother.
When he answered, she said, "You're coming to dinner, right?"
"Yes. I'll head over there at about six, alright?"
"Sounds good. See you later, son."
"Later," he agreed and he hung up his phone. He checked the time and thought he ought to get ready.
"I'm going to have a shower," he said to Dan, who looked over at him from his spot on the couch.
Dan said, "Okay," as Phil stood and began to prepare for his visit with his parents.
After Phil had showered and dressed in a button down and one of his nicer pair of jeans, he left his room and went into the bathroom where he dried and straightened his hair.
As he had lowered the blow dryer back down to the sink, he noticed Dan lingering by the doorway as he had pushed it open.
"Hi?" Phil said to Dan.
"Hi," he smiled.
"What's up?"
"Just sort of… curious."
"Hm, alright then."
Phil began to straighten his hair, lips pursed in concentration. Through the mirror Dan couldn't help but notice this.
As Phil pulling the flat iron over a lock of his hair, he glanced at Dan.
"You're adorable."
A wide grin spread across his face as he lowered the instrument for a moment.
"So are you," he rebutted when he continued to do his hair.
Phil had just about completed the straightening of his hair and he turned off the flat iron, setting it aside on the bathroom counter.
He turned towards Dan and asked, "Should I throw something together for you while I'm gone? Maybe order a pizza real quick? Otherwise there are some leftovers."
"I'm fine with leftovers," Dan said.
"Alright."
"I think you look really nice."
"Erm, thanks?" Phil let out a bit of a laugh.
He walked passed Dan, and into the living room. He looked at the time on the oven, and then had to glance at it again as he didn't properly process it the first time.
He had a few minutes still before he had to leave.
He was dreading it.
Well, he hadn't seen his parents for a while, so he was sure it would be pleasant. Dinner with his parents always had been, but… tonight, he would have preferred to remain at home with Dan.
He noticed Dan watching him with a peculiar look on his face.
Phil had never really moved from the spot where he stood, near the dining table.
"You alright?"
"Yeah, I am. Sorry," he said.
Dan stepped forward and slipped his arms around Phil's waist.
He let out a great sigh.
They were sort of stood there for a few moments, and Phil began to get lost in his thoughts.
He thought back to when Dan had first kissed him.
"Hey Dan?"
"Hm."
"Was I the first person you had ever kissed?" Dan stepped back to look at Phil, without letting his arms leave his waist.
"Er, well I had given my mom a few pecks here and there before, but romantically, yeah."
"Well, you were kind of a really good kisser, despite it being your first proper kiss."
"Was I?" One of Dan's cheeks lifted in a smirk.
Phil's face grew a bit warm as he said quickly, "Er, yeah."
"You're kind of a really good kisser, too," Dan echoed him.
He reached up and put one of his hands at Phil's cheek, earning a hitched breath from him as he leaned in to press their lips together.
At the contact, Phil sucked in a breath, his lips parting and the kiss deepened quickly.
They held tightly to each other, clutching at each other's waists and forgetting what the meaning of personal space was.
Phil was beginning to really enjoy nibbling on Dan's lips.
As he sucked on his bottom lip, Dan gasped loudly and the kiss was broken.
"You're going to drive me crazy," he breathed as he looked at Phil with wild eyes.
"As if we weren't crazy already."
"Exactly." Dan smiled.
Phil glanced over his shoulder at the time. It was just after six.
"I should be going soon. Mom will be worried about me."
Dan released Phil from his tight grip so that he could gather up his wallet, shoes and jacket.
He quickly kissed Dan one last time and said, "I'll be back soon," before leaving the house, leaving Dan to Netflix and leftovers.
And this, they both sort of silently agreed, wasn't an unfair deal.