A/N: Warning - phan slash coming up! :P
Phil wakes up to Dan screaming.
It takes him a second to register what the sound is. Then he bolts up in bed, puts on his glasses, and rushes towards Dan's room. Phil bursts into the bedroom and runs over to Dan, who was tossing and turning on his bed, sobbing in his sleep. "Phil! Phil.." Dan cries out. "Dan! I'm here, I'm here," Phil says, kneeling next to him, and gently shakes Dan awake. Dan slowly opens his eyes. "Phil?" He calls out through his tears. "I'm here," Phil repeats. He climbs into Dan's bed and sits next to him. Dan rests his head on Phil's thigh and circles his arms around Phil's waist as Phil strokes his hair, trying to calm him down. After a long while, Dan has stopped crying and has closed his eyes, breathing normally with a loose grip still on Phil. Phil untangles himself from Dan and begins to scoot out of Dan's bed gingerly, but Dan's eyes shoot open and he grabs Phil's arm, panicking. "Please don't leave me," he whispers. "Shh, shh, I won't," Phil reassures him, and he shifts back in next to Dan. Phil places his glasses on the nightstand, lays down next to Dan, and nestles under the covers. He pulls Dan close and they snuggle together, falling asleep in each other's arms.
The next morning, Phil wakes up first, still in Dan's bed. He groggily opens his eyes and remembers the events of last night. Phil reaches over for his glasses, puts them on, and climbs out of Dan's bed. Then he heads into the kitchen. Phil opens up the cupboard, grabs a box of Cheerios, and pours himself a large bowl of cereal. He eats the food in silence, still trying to fully wake up. Around 10 minutes later, Dan appears in the doorway. "Hey," he greets Phil softly, not meeting his eyes. "Hi," he responds. Dan floats over to the cabinet, grabs some bread, and pops it into the toaster. Then he pours himself a glass of milk from the fridge. Phil follows every move, hypnotized by Dan's delicate movements. Once his breakfast is ready, Dan sits at the table with Phil and begins to eat.
"So, are we going to talk about last night?" Phil begins after a couple minutes of silence. "What is there to talk about?" Dan asks, transfixed by his food. "Dan, what happened? You were sobbing last night. You never cry," Phil remarks. "I.. had a nightmare," Dan says vaguely. "About what? I heard you call out my name." Dan gets up, throws the rest of his toast away, and puts his dishes in the sink. Phil follows, washes out his bowl, and puts it on top of Dan's plate in the sink. "Dan?" Phil persuades him to talk. Realizing Phil won't let this go, Dan turns toward Phil. "It was the same scene from a couple weeks ago." He starts quietly. "You walked in the road and got hit by that car. But this time.. you died." Phil nods at Dan, prompting him to continue. "I ran in the road, crying over your body, begging you to wake up." Dan's eyes started watering thinking about it. "But you wouldn't get up. You were gone." Dan's voice cracks, and a single tear slips out from his eye. Phil's heart breaks. He walks over to Dan and hugs him tightly. "Hey. It's okay," he says faintly. Dan takes a couple deep breaths, then nods and pulls away. "When I saw you, just lying there.. Phil, when that car did hit you, and you were in the hospital.. I didn't know what I would do. Those weeks without you around were miserable. When you finally came home yesterday, I still couldn't really enjoy it." Dan says. "Well, no, that's not what I mean," he quickly amends. "I thought things would be back to normal around here, but last night when I had to go back to the solitude of my own bed, it stirred up the same depressing feelings from the first night." Phil raises his eyebrows at Dan. Dan realizes his mistake, then looks down at his feet and awkwardly stands there, cheeks heating up. "I mean, um.. oh, fuck it. I.. I actually slept in your bed when you weren't here. I needed your presence to comfort me." Dan looks up into Phil's eyes. "I.. I need you, Phil... I can't live without you," Dan mumbles. "Oh, Dan.." Phil sighs, touched. He puts his hands on Dan's shoulders. "You won't have to. I will never leave you. Okay?" Dan smiles and nods hesitantly, and Phil smiles back.
Phil leans in and gently takes Dan's lips in his. The kiss starts off sweet and mellow. Now, normally every time they kiss, Phil and Dan would pull away after a couple seconds. But this time, neither did. Dan revels in the feel of Phil's lips on his. Then the kiss starts to build. Finally, after weeks of only small kisses in the hospital.. Dan wants, needs more. Phil becomes aware of the desire radiating off Dan, and matches it. He places one hand gently at the base of Dan's head and one in the small of his back. Dan wraps his arms around Phil and pulls him close. Phil pushes against Dan, and he allows it, backing up into the wall. They kiss deeply, Dan desperately pressing kisses on Phil's lips, then a long, lingering kiss, again and again. They kiss as if they were they were the same person, and only sealing their lips together would make them whole again.
Dan decides this is not enough. He needs more. Phil feels Dan's tongue sweeping across his bottom lip, begging entrance. Phil parts his lips slightly, allowing him in. Their tongues twist together, exploring the other's mouth completely. A couple minutes later, Phil pulls away because standing for so long became uncomfortable. "Wait," he says, breathless. "Let's move somewhere else." "Where?" Dan asks. "Living room?" Phil suggests. Dan nods, takes Phil's hand, and pulls him to the living room.
They sit down on the couch and face each other. Dan and Phil gaze at each other for a few seconds. Dan smiles, leans in, and starts kissing Phil again. He kisses back, so deeply he felt as if every nerve in his body was connected to his tongue, reacting to the feel of Dan's tongue tangling with his. Dan's hand trails down Phil's back and starts playing with the hem of his shirt. The other hand follows, and Dan pulls back from Phil. He looks questioningly at Phil, who quirks one side of his mouth up, then lifts his arms while Dan pulls the shirt over Phil's head and tosses it on the floor. Phil does the same to Dan. Their eyes travel up and down the other's shirtless body, soaking in the sight of it, finally being able to see each other in a romantic light. Then their lips smash together, the feel of bare skin on bare skin sending sparks of electricity up and down their bodies. Dan breaks the kiss and starts pressing kisses along Phil's jaw, then up to his ear. He nibbles and licks Phil's earlobe gently, and Phil giggles slightly in response. Dan pulls back to smile a little at Phil, then runs his fingers through Phil's hair, and a minute later they go back to kissing each other's lips. Dan pushes back on Phil, until Phil is lying on the couch with his head on the armrest, Dan laying on top of him, one leg wrapped around Phil's waist. Its new, exciting.. and... terrifying. They have never been this intimate together. Phil and Dan want to be with each other like this, but neither knows if they're ready. However, full of longing, Dan continues kissing Phil intensely. Several wonderful minutes pass. Phil relishes in the feel of it, but... he breaks the kiss and pushes on Dan's chest gently. He sits up and Phil follows, both having their legs crossed and facing each other on the couch.
Phil rests his forehead on Dan's, gasping. "Too much... too fast," he pants. Dan nods slightly, still leaning on Phil's forehead, breathing heavily. "I'm sorry," Phil says quietly. Dan chuckles softly at Phil's cuteness. "Don't be," he says. Phil pulls away again. "You're not mad?" He says, biting his lip. "What? Phil, no. I'm sorry. I didn't mean to get so caught up in the moment. It wasn't right of me to push you like that," Dan reassures him, ashamed at having his feelings get the best of him. However, his brow is still furrowed over Phil's apprehension. Phil smiles and nods. He then stands, reaches down, and grabs his shirt. He pulls it over his head, then reaches down to take Dan's shirt and hand it to him. Dan thanks him, then stands and puts the shirt on. Phil pecks Dan once more and remarks, "I better get changed," gesturing to his rumpled pajamas. "Me, too," Dan agrees. They head into the hallway, steal a glance at each other one more time, then turn into their bedrooms and get changed for the day.
A/N: Hey guys! I got the idea for this chapter a while ago and am so excited it's finally done! I really wanted to write a fluffy makeout scene, so please review and tell me if you liked it! Sorry it took me a while to publish a new chapter, I've been on vacation and pretty busy. I've also been suffering some writer's block and don't really know where I'm going with this story, so just bear with me. ~L