A/N: I'm hella close to 400 followers on Wattpad!

May 1st

"Alright," Phil muttered, setting his paintbrush on the edge of the easel. "I think I'm done."

Dan let out a sigh of relief, slouching for the first time in hours. "Great! Can I see it?" Dan slid off his stool, beginning to unbutton his shirt.

"Yeah, sure," Phil nodded, biting his lip nervously. Truth was, he was pretty anxious to see Dan' reaction. What if he didn't like it?

Dan walked round to Phil's side, eyes widening in awe as he saw the canvas. "Oh, damn…"

It was amazing; Phil had captured every feature of Dan's face flawlessly. His brown,

curly hair fell lightly over his smooth skin. His soft, brown eyes looked both innocent

and alluring at the same time, just as the smile playing on his pale wine-red lips was

both smug and coy. The deep red background was a good choice—it made his skin look lighter and his eyes brighter. In contrast, the white button down prevented his skin from appearing too pale. Altogether, it was one of the most beautiful pieces of art Dan had ever seen.

"I-It's fantastic, Phil!" Dan's mouth was agape in awe. "I love it!"

Phil beamed, fidgeting with his paint-covered rag. "Really?"

"Yes!" Dan struggled to tear his gaze away from the painting as he smiled at his friend. "It's a masterpiece."

Phil, now feeling much more confident, smirked. "Well, painting a masterpiece isn't

That hard when you have a model as gorgeous as I do."

Dan turned scarlet, suddenly conscious of his unbuttoned shirt. "Oh, um…t-thank you," He murmured, pulling the loose hems of his shirt together.

"Of course," Phil nodded as Dan changed back into his normal clothes. "I was thinking," Phil began, moving his used brushes to the sink, "would you like to stay for a while? I could break out a bottle of wine."

Dan nodded, returning the shirt to the prop cabinet. "Yeah, that sounds lovely!"

…

"The sky is beautiful out here," Dan took a sip of his wine, staring up at the starry sky.

"Yeah," Phil smiled softly, watching the warm light from the fire dance across Dan's face, "Beautiful."

"I meant to ask," Dan held up his wine glass, "what is this? It's piquant."

"Strawberry Gamay, it's one of my favorites," Phil replied, taking a sip. "The first time I had it was at one of my parent's fancy ass social parties. I was thirteen."

"Dan raised an eyebrow. "Your parents let you have wine?"

"Oh no, I put it in a mug and said it was cranberry juice."

"Unbelievable," Dan chuckled, trying to imagine a bored, thirteen-year-old Phil sneaking around with a mug of alcohol.

"Hey, if you had to attend boring social meetings your whole childhood, you would too."

"Dan laughed, looking back up at the sky. "How many stars do you think are out there?"

Phil thought for a moment. "Gotta be at least seven."

Dan looked back down, rolling his eyes.

"I'm not wrong!"

"You're a dork."

Phil just chuckled, pulling the blanket on their laps closer. "Are you busy this Thursday?"

"Just the usual stuff with the shop…why?"

I know I promised you a night at the movies after we finished the painting, but how would you feel about a night at the Royal National Theater?

Dan's eyes widened. "Are you serious?"

Phil nodded. "I got two tickets to see Silent in the Night, are you interested?"

"Yes!" Dan beamed, setting his wine glass on the table. "Of course!"

Silent in the Night was a drama musical that had come out recently; it had pretty high ratings.

"Great, then it's a date." Phil winked, taking a sip of his drink.

Dan grinned, biting his lip as he adverted his gaze to the fire pit.

The two fell into a comfortable silence, the sounds of the crackling fire filling the space. A cool breeze blew across the land. Phil noticed Dan pull the blanket closer to him, shivering slightly.

"Are you cold?" Phil asked, concern etching its way into his face.

"A bit."

Phil wrapped an arm around Dan's shoulders, pulling him closer. The writer leaned into the artist's touch, praying that Phil wouldn't notice his heartbeat rattling his ribcage.

After a few moments of quiet, Phil asked: "Dan, what's something you've never told anyone?"

Dan, taken aback by the question, took a few seconds to respond. "I dunno…I'm kinda an open book."

"There has to be something Phil mused.

Dan rested his head against Phil's shoulder, thinking. "Well," he began, "one time, in year ten, I fell and hit my neck on the edge of my nightstand. My friends already made fun of me for being clumsy as it was, so I really didn't want to explain what had happened. I told them it was a hickey.

Phil threw his head back in a laugh."

"Oh shut up!" Dan swatted him in the side, a bright red blush appearing in his cheeks.

"That's golden." Phil chuckled.

"Alright mister, what's your big secret?" Dan queried.

"I have a tattoo."

Dan's eyebrows shot up. "Well, that's certainly more interesting than my phony love-bite.

"I went through a rough time a year or so ago. I tried to 'remake' myself."

"Did you?"

Phil shrugged. "Kinda, but not in the way I thought I would."

"Can I see it?"

"Sure," Phil sat up, facing away from Dan. It one swift motion he pulled his shirt up, leaving it hanging loosely around his neck. On his left shoulder blade, there was a dark outline of a rose; it's black ink stood out brilliantly against Phil's pale skin.

"It's beautiful," Dan whispered, reaching out and gently tracing the outline on Phil's back. "Why'd you get it?"

"He hated roses; never understood why I liked them." Phil paused, ignoring the heat rising in his face as Dan's fingers brushed against his skin. "Eventually I learned to hate them too. This was my way of taking back that part of me he stole."

"Oh…" Dan muttered, beginning to get an idea of what happened. "I'm sorry…"

"Don't be, I'm over it," Phil turned around, giving Dan a small smile. His gaze briefly flicked to Dan's lips, almost immediately darting back up to his eyes.

The air suddenly became very tense, the two men sharing a look. Phil began to lean forward a little but quickly stopped diverting his gaze.

"Mamihlapinatapai:" Dan thought to himself, "a look shared by two people, each wishing the other would initiate something they both long for but don't want to start themselves."

A/N: I love obscure words