Prompt: Snow
A/N: This is a bit off prompt, but I love it and stuff :3 thanks for all your reviews, there fantastic! And I might make this one a two shot, conjoining it with a prompt I have in my ask box :3
"Dan! Come look!" Phil shouted from the other end of the apartment. Dan put down his laptop and walked to where he knew Phil would be. At the wide windows of the lounge.
Phil looked like an excited 4 year old at Christmas. He was smiling widely, his blue eyes shun in the glare of the Tree's lights, and he had a festive jumper on.. Dan joined him at the window, where white fluff was falling, beautiful against the darkened sky.
"I love snow," Phil grinned at the frozen flakes.
"I know you do, I remember the Interactive Christmas Adventure." Dan remarked.
That was the year that Dan met Phil. They were inseparable, despite living a several hour train journey away.
They'd tried to be a couple when they first met, but decided against it, because of Phil not wanting to do anything 'inappropriate' with him being so much younger, should Dan regret it. They stayed close friends, and now they were living together, working together, and looking at snow together.
This sudden train of thought, shocked Dan, because his mind hadn't gone down that route in a while. Not since he lat pondered on his feeling for Phil, nearly a year ago. He came to the conclusion that it was just a crush, that nothing should happen.
Dan started to think about how confused he'd felt at that time. The feeling stirred in his chest for the first time in about 11 months.
Did he what that again? Had he been wrong about his 'crush' this time a year ago? Did he want to try and be with Phil that way again? Did he?
Yes, his heart told him. Yes, you do….
His heart leapt, as he glaced back from the snow to Phil's face, knowing he wanted him, to be able to call him his, to be able to hold him at night, to be able do annoying couple-y stuff, like holding hands and justified cuddles, whenever he and Phil wanted.
"Dan, what are you staring at? Is there something on my face?" Phil deep honey voice said. Dan had been staring right at him.
Dan felt the heat creep up his neck and settle in his cheeks. "Oh, sorry, I was thinking."
"What about?"
Dan didn't want to answer, because that would probably freak Phil out. Thinking about what it would be like the kiss him awake in the morning, or tickle him without it being weird, if Dan ended up staddling him.
"Just stuff." Dan sighed, looking over the usually busy London road and the soft white that had settled on it with sad eyes. He was suddenly pulled into a hug that made the breath omfph out of his lungs.
"You know you can tell me anything, right?" Phil whispered, his chin resting on Dan's uni-hoodie clad shoulder.
Dan sighed and relaxed in Phil's arms. He returned the hug, his hands bundling in loose fists in the back of the Christmassy jumper.
"I know, Philly." Dan sighed again.
"Then tell me. I know theres something bothering you." Phil pulled back, his arms still around the taller's shoulders, but looking Dan's eye.
Dan ducked his head and pressed his slightly familiar lips to Phil's, without his brain having any say in the actions being performed. Phil stiffened instantly, frozen like the ground outside.
Then Dan's slightly weather chapped lips were gone, and so was his body. He was leaving the room, before Phil could say anything, and the front door slammed.
He had not been expecting that. but he hadn't disliked it. He just hadn't been given enough time to react.
Dan shivered as he stepped into the snow dusted street. His uni-hoodie had been warm enough in the flat, but outside, it wasn't nearly heavy enough to stop the cold creeping into his bones. Snow landed in his hair, making it curl as his body heat melted it.
He'd done it, screwed up his friendshipwith one of the people he cared for most in the world.
Phil sat on the sofa, waiting for Dan to come back, to tell him- no, show him- that he felt the same way, that he wanted that again.
He must have dozed off, because he was awoken by the front door slamming because of the draft, and a string of whispered profanity. Dan appeared in the sitting room, shivering with snow in his chocolate lock.
Phil stood up quickly, jumped over the L in the settee, and kissed the frost-bittten male. His lips were cool, but his breath was warm and moist. His cheeks were red and icy, as was his nose.
"You're-so-stupid," Phil punctuated every word with a peck on Dan's frozen visage. "Going-out-without-a-jacket."
"I'll take this as a yes to trying it again?" Dan smiled nervously.
"Shut up and kiss me.