The weight of the situation is heavy, and if seems like almost a life time ago when everything seemed so carefree and easy. It feels as though Dan has aged almost ten years from stress and worry. The situation is pressing against them, and they need to make a decision. None of them have yet, it's just sitting unspoken, lingering in the air. They should discuss it, they need to, but the finality of it all is a reality none of them are ready to face just yet.
Dan bites his lip, he has run a hand through his hair so many times since yesterday that it's sticking up in all directions. Phil sits across from him, books given up in a pile on the floor. They'd tried studying, as a distraction and a way to make up for missing a second day of school, but it all ended in long periods of silence and words morphing together into a page until they made no sense.
And Dan can't really think. Not when he has a million thoughts running around in his head. He's worried about himself, he's worried about his friends and his family, and most importantly, he's worried about Phil. Phil who was dragged into his whole mess because Dan somehow managed to screw up. Dan who let his abilities seep through the cracks. Who allowed leaves to float when they locked lips for the first time and how many other screw ups he'd made in public, and god he was so stupid.
"What are you thinking about?" Phil asks, his voice is soft. His eyes are bright and blue and there is a look on his face that Dan doesn't quite recognise.
Signing, Dan mumbles a reply. "I dunno, everything, I suppose."
Phil nods, and yeah, Dan knows he gets it. After all the situation is just as fucked up for him as it is for all of them. But at the same time he doesn't get it. Not to the level Dan does.
Phil moves his arms out, waving the right one towards him. He spreads his legs, making them wide enough for Dan to sit between. "Come here."
Dan feels a crushing sense as he does so. Everything feels moderately overwhelming. He moves forward, crawling almost until he is nestled securely between Phil's arms, their chests touching as they both pull each other close.
He places a small kiss on Dan's lips, gentle and chaste. One hand rests on the side of Dan's face, cupping it for a moment.
"We're going to be okay." Phil says it with such conviction and warmth as he pulls Dan in that tiny bit closer. And it makes Dan believe him, if only for a small moment.
Then it stumbles across Dan like a dawning. Everything seems to melt away and he knows it. Nothing else seems to matter but Phil. Nothing in the world seems more important than Phil does. Not only right now, but always. He doesn't care about anything, except that Phil is safe, that Phil is alive.
"I love you," Dan whispers. The words flood from his lips as his heart clenches in his chest. It almost burns, the feeling of warmth the spreads through him as he realises the meaning behind those words.
Phil stills for a moment, just a split second before he pulls back and looks into Dan's eyes. And Dan sees it too, a reflection of his own feelings. He doesn't even need confirmation as their lips press together, locking together in a similar yet different way all at once. His hands move into black hair, scrunching and threading. Phil moves his hands downwards, resting on Dan hips lightly and heavily at once. They lock onto his side, bawling at the side of his t-shirt.
They pull apart, chests moving heavily, still so close that Dan is can feel the heave against him.
They pull apart for a moment, panting. And Phil smiles at him, bright and vibrant and something Dan feels like he hasn't seen for a lifetime. Phil gives him another small kiss, hand moving from the other male's hair and down towards his chest, fingers palming at the edge of the collar.
"If that's the reaction I knew I was going it get, I would have said it a lot earlier." Dan replies, his voice teasing and a little out of breath.
Phil laughs, coming out just as breathless as Dan's previous words. "Said what exactly?"
Dan shakes his head, "you are such a dork."
Moving his hands in small circles on Dan's hips, Phil replies. His voice a little bit more serious, "a dork that you love, though."
"Yeah." Dan agrees, "that I love a lot, actually."
Phil grins, like he's just witnessed the most amazing sight on earth. "Is this the part where I say it back?"
Dan swears his heart actually stops beating and he mumbles a rather unwitty reply laced with affection. "You really are a dork to be asking."
Phil smiles again, a little different to the one before. Dan watches as Phil eyes rake across Dan's body, and he practically shivers as he awaits Phil's reply.
"How about I show you instead?"
His voice is so serious, and it almost, almost makes Dan want to laugh. Dan decides not to answer, instead he lets his lips do the talking. He moves forward, closing the small gap that was between them once again.
Phil lets out a little groan as Dan's tongue sweeps across his mouth. He complies quickly, Dan's tongue exploring his mouth. It feels as though there is an extra spark, something that crawls through the ridges of Dan's every bone. He deepens the kiss, Phil responding by pulling him slightly closer at the hips, as Dan continues to explore, focusing on the warmth and taste and everything Phil.
Dan's figures stray from Phil's hair, tugging once more before trailing downwards. He traces his neck, pads of his fingers skimming over pale skin. He takes his time, hands pressing against fabric before finally reaching the edge of the top. He tucks both hands under, fingers gliding over his soft skin for a moment before gripping the bottom of the shirt, raising it up.
Complying, their kiss stops momentarily, pulling apart for just a moment as Phil lifts his arms up. Dan takes a moment, eyes trailing Phil's chest before Phil breaks his line of sight. His lips find their way to Dan's neck, kisses pressing against sensitive flesh.
Dan shivers, and he notices Phil stops, a smile pressing against his skin. Responding, Dan closes his eyes, focusing on the feeling and almost overwhelming sensations. Hands pressing against Phil's back, he moves them round, stopping only for a moment to run his fingers though his chest hair.
Lips press against Dan's flesh a little harder, sucking against the flesh hard enough to leave a mark. He feels Phil's tongue glide against his skins, nipping at the flesh and Dan hips involuntarily buck. A groan passes though both their lips, an overwhelming sensation passing through them both.
Phil pulls back, looking into his eyes once again. It's overwhelming, his heart feeling too large for his chest, a tingling coursing through his body. And for the first time in a long time he feels safe. Nothing matters except him and Phil, and it fills him with a sense of want and longing and love that he can't control.
"Phil," Dan's voice is a little needy, and Phil picks up on it. He shifts back as Dan pulls away, sinking into the pillows underneath him. Dan grins, climbing a bit closer and straddling the other male's legs.
Wasting no time, Dan's hands undo the button on Phil's jeans. He pulls them off, Phil lifting himself off the bed as Dan tugs the jeans down. Bitting his lip, Dan grins a bit, moving back to his previous position. Phil replicates Dans earlier process, leaning up a little bit so his hands skim over the smooth tan skin, before sliding the T-shirt over Dan's head.
He chucks it on the floor, long forgotten amongst the array of other objects in his room. Dan pushes their chests together, skin pressing against skin as their mouths mould back together. Hands running against exposed flesh.
Phil's hands reach between them, fumbling with the button unsuccessfully. Dan laughs, warm air pressing against Phil's lips. The bottom comes undone in Phil's hands, zipper sliding down on its own accord.
"Need a hand?" Dan grins, and Phil laughs shaking his head.
"Apparently we don't need any." Phil responds, eyeing Dan as he hovers over them, mouths close.
"I wouldn't say that," Dan responds, swiping his hands over the low area on Phil's hips.
Running his hands along the junction of Dan's hips, Phil pulls at the rest, until Dans jeans are finally off and they are laying back down, chest to chest on their sides. Phil shuffles, pushing Dan so his back is against the bed. They don't move more a moment, but then Dan thrust his hips, jerking them against each other. Only one thin layer of clothing between them, Dan becomes hyper aware. He can feel Phil's dick, and he lets out a groan at the sensation.
Reacting almost instantly, Phil presses his hips back against Dan's. Phil lips press against Dan's neck, kissing and nipping as their hips press against each other. Dan moans, Phil's kisses become more intense, the friction between them increasing as their hips roll together in feverous motion. He sucks at the flesh, nipping and bitting and Dan arches against Phil.
Dan's hands slide between them, he runs his fingers across Phil's back, an overwhelming sense of love and passion washing over him. His breath comes out with little moans, Phil matching him. He's never felt so alive before, but we wants to be closer. He needs to be closer to Phil.
A hand slides between them, pushing at Phil's chest and it slows down their movements. Dan wastes no time, hand slipping between the top of Phil's boxers and wrapping around his erection. His hand swivels round the top, spreading the pre-cum before he pumps slowly. Phil moans, head dropping down onto Dan's neck.
"I want all of you," Dan announces, and Phil responds with another low moan, hips jerking to meet with the movement.
"I- yeah, god, Dan," Phil replies, and he places a hand over Dan's, stilling the motion. It takes a moment, Phil's breath becoming less laboured before he continues. "I mean, are you sure?"
Dan shifts, so his elbows are by his sides and he is propped up slightly. "Yes, definitely."
Phil hesitates slightly. "Don't get me wrong, I want to. But your not- I mean, you're not just wanting this because of, well, everything?"
Dan's eyes softens, and he gives Phil a warm smile. "I want to be with you properly. I know it sounds stupid and overly fucking cliché, but we can deal with everything later. I just want to be with you now."
Phil smiles, a small laugh seeping though. "You sound like a blockbuster love movie."
Dare gives Phil a fake glare, whacking him lightly on the arm, but his hand lingers there. "Shut up, talk about ruining the mood."
Phil's grin intensifies. "Would this help instead?"
Phil places a palm over Dan's member, even though the thin layer of clothing causes Dan to let out a shuttered breath.
"Possibly," Dan breaths, and Phil repeats his previous actions once again.
His fingers move down, gently grazing Dan's thighs. Phil works his way back up, hands grabbing on to the edge of the material before moving it down.
Dan watches as Phil's eyes trail over him, his feelings in overload and he swears he can see desire littered amongst those blue orbs. Phil leans down, placing a kiss over Dan's completely exposed thigh.
"Have you got any lube?" Phil asks, and places another soft kiss.
Dan's head reels, his mind struggling to keep up. "Second drawer."
"Really? I thought we were going to have to search your drawers for a jar of Vaseline." Phil moves a bit higher up this time.
"Present from Chris," Dan admits, his cheeks reddening at the realisation of even having to mention Chris' name during his and Phil's first time. He feels Phil's lips smile against his skin and the warmness of he's breath as he laughs. "Literally after you and I first met."
Pulling away Phil moves to the side, rummaging through the draw until he finds that he's looking for. "Of course it was."
Dan lets out a groan, completely unrelated to desire.
It soon changes as Phil pulls of his underwear, moving so he is positioned in between Dan's legs. Dan looks at him, pale skin so soft and beautiful that it almost takes his breath away.
Responding, Dan moves his legs farther apart, positioning himself on the bed so Phil has better access. Phil runs a hand down his right leg, making its way up and Dan's heart almost skips a beat in anticipation.
Phil squirts some liquid onto his fingers, covering them. They move slightly hesitantly as they reach Dan's rim, circling it gently.
"Ready?" Phil asks, and Dan nods, agreeing with a small "yes."
Hoisting the brunette's leg up a little higher, Phil pushes a finger in. Dan flinches a little bit. Phil waits a moment, until Dan gives him another small nod, telling Phil to continue.
He moves his finger around slowly, attempting to cause Dan as little discomfort as possible. It doesn't take too long before Phil adds a second digit, stretching him a bit more. Dan's breath shutters as he lets out a gasp; Phil's finger grazes his spot, a jolt of electricity spreading though his body.
Phil grins, catching on and hitting it again. Dan squirms, the pleasure quickly erasing the slight burn he was previously feeling.
It's not long before Phil adds a third finger. Dan craves the feeling, his senses heightened. His toes curling into the bed spread as he rocks his hips into Phil's hand. Phil's hand grips Dan's cock, giving it a few pumps and Dan all but whimpers at the sensation.
"Phil," he moans, voice slightly high pitched. Phil gets the message, removing his hand a pulling his fingers out. He coats himself with lube, eyes closing a little bit at the feeling.
Phil looks back down at Dan, whose cheeks are flustered. He leans down, giving him a kiss before pulling back up. "Alright?"
"God, Phil, hurry up."
Happily complying, Phil lines himself up, tip resting against Dan's hole. He pushes in slowly, the tightness and warmth slightly overwhelming. Dan wraps his arms around Phil, clasping his legs around the other male as he enters fully. He jerks his hips up as Phil meets him, before groaning as Phil quickly pulls out, before slamming right back in.
A chores of groans fill the air. Phil moves his hands, anchoring them beside Dan's head for leverage. He repeats his previous action quicker, pace picking up as he jerks his hips against Dan's. Phil moves his head, mouth pressing against Dan's for a messy kiss. Their mouths move together, breaking apart to gasp for air before pressing back against each other.
"Fuck!" Dan swears as Phil manages to hit his spot. Phil thrusts his hips again, moving them in the same direction and Dan lets out a second swear, closely followed by another groan. He continues, moving against the spot until Dan is almost screaming under him.
Dan's breath is laboured, coming out so short and sharp that he is unable to continue to kiss. He reaches a hand between him, clasping it around his dick and pumping quickly. It only takes a few strokes, the pressure building in his stomach to the point where it is almost unbearable.
Phil moves his head, dropping down to Dan's neck and resting just above his ear. His thrusts fast, erratic and almost sloppy. He leans closer, lips grazing Dan's ear before he whispers the words. "I love you."
Dan clenches around Phil, the pleasure all too much as he comes. His body feels warm, it spreads around inside him; his toes tingling as he opens his mouth in a silent moan. The world goes black for a moment, and he can vaguely feel Phil thrusting into him. The bed moves, hitting against the wall and causing it to creak as Phil gives a final thrust.
He collapses into Dan, panting heavily against the side of his neck.
It takes a few moments for Dan to regain his thoughts, he shifts, hands moving to wrap themselves into Phil's hair, which is riddled with sweat from their previous actions. He feels Phil press a small kiss against his neck, humming slightly and Dan feels as though he could almost explode from happiness.
"Wow," is the most intelligent term that Dan can come up with when he is finally able to speak.
Phil chuckles against his neck, turning his head to the side so he can look at Dan's face.
"That good?"
Dan nods, a hand moving from Phil's hair to run up and down the back of the other males spine. "Mmm-hmm," he says, before adding after a moment, "not that I have anything to compare it to."
"Way to kill the after-glow." Phil announces, and Dan somehow musters the energy to jab him in the side.
Phil lets out a small noise, turning so he is curled against Dan some more.
"Can we say it'd safe to assume we are never telling Chris about using his present?" Phil questions after a moment.
"Wow, and you say I killed the mood."
Phil nudges him, and when Dan looks over, he can only see fondness and love and admiration.
But he clarifies. "Definitely don't tell Chris."
"And, uh, Dan?" Phil asks, and Dan notices that his not actually looking up at himself, but off towards the corner. "Are you aware that every book you currently own has fallen to the floor?"
Dan follows his line of sight, books completely dropped from the selves in every possible direction. His chair has fallen over and if he's not mistaken, so has his laundry basket. He almost groans, this is not the first time he has lost control of his powers around Phil. "We're not telling him about their either."
Phil laughs so hard he almost cries.
Notes: It took me like three nights to try and get this right, so i really hope it was worth the wait. (Like i really, really hope).