A/N: you know what this is probably one of my favorite (?) stories i've written on here so i'm updating this again (almost a month later wow i'm trash AND I SAID I'D BE UPDATING IT THE WEEK AFTER WOW SMH ME) but honestly idk i haven't been getting motivated to write lately.. until today! i've been thinking of including this story on wattpad, should i? i just need to find the old documents and crap but i might..

summary: Dan Howell had just started college, and he's roommates with someone named Phil Lester, who's quiet and moody. They're similar in a lot of ways, they like the same things, listen to the same music, and they even have matching fringes. They're also basically polar opposites, but that's what makes them attracted to each other, even if they don't know it themselves yet. College AU. Phan, with kickthestickz.

soo... extra long chapter for y'all :)

**guys i think it's safe to say that there will be definite kickthestickz in this story

it's just i LOVE CHRIS AND PJ SO MUCH OKAY. AND I LOVE THE SHIP TOO SO fUCUUUK YEAH MAN

slight warning: make-out session later in this chapter! just a heads up ;)

tw; alcohol, and people being drunk.

enjoy!

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bittersweet

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It's now a Saturday evening, and both Dan and Phil are sprawled lazily on their mattresses, both glancing at work from school.

Dan grumbles slightly as he tries to focus on what his English paper says, but the words seem to criss-cross themselves on the page, making it hard for him to concentrate. He gives up a good five minutes later, when it seems like the words are blurring and bending together on the sheet, forming unfamiliar words and weird looking sentences. The brown haired male exhales dejectedly as he sits up from his bed, sitting forward. On the other bed, Phil looks up suddenly — he's sitting with his back to the wall, a black spiral notebook on his lap.

"Anything the matter?" He asks conversationally, as Dan gives him a small smile.

He fixes his fringe before glancing back at Phil, who's staring at him expectantly through his glasses. "Nothing bad, really. I just have another test on Monday in English, and if I flunk this, then I'm going to fail that class." Dan gestures to the pile of papers scattered on his mattress, and sighs. "I fucking hate English. I don't even know if my teacher knows what they're actually teaching half the time. But then again, I don't either."

Phil tilts his head to the side, smirking. "It's no wonder why you're failing."

"Shut up." Dan says, but he's grinning as he places his head back on his pillow. He turned his head to look at Phil, and saw that there's a small smile playing on his face. He straightened his glasses before returning back to scribbling on his black notebook. The brown haired teen smiled as he glanced at his roommate, who's face was scrunched up slightly as he continued on writing whatever he was on there.

Dan's about to say something when he hears their door open. Instinctively, Dan sits back up again, his eyes slightly widened in surprise as he sees Chris and PJ immediately walk in. Both of them are surprisingly dressed nicely; although Chris is just wearing a black shirt with palm trees on it (and an unzipped blue jacket over it) he looks like he actually bothered to make sure that his hair looks nice. On the contrary, PJ is wearing a dark green button-up shirt with the sleeves rolled up. The two of them are wearing similar black skinny jeans as well. At this, Dan raises his eyebrows in slight confusion, as PJ shuts the door behind him — and as Chris jumps on Dan, causing the brown haired teen to yell and scatter his English papers everywhere because of the impact. At the corner of his eye, Dan sees PJ laugh and Phil smile at this.

"Hey, Danny-boy!" Chris shouts, hugging him forcefully. "How are you feeling?"

Dan sputters as he finally manages to shove the other teen off him, causing him to topple to the floor with a loud thud. "Scarred for life, thanks." He swung his legs around to the side of the bed as he got up and picked up the slightly wrinkled pieces of papers, which were everywhere. "Also, what's up? Anything important happen?" He then asks, coughing. He scrunched his nose in confusion. "You smell like pineapples, Chris."

He does the rock and roll sign with his hands in response. "Thanks, I try."

PJ then grins from where's he's standing. "Are you boys up to party?"

At that same moment, Chris picks himself off the floor, his eyes twinkling. He places his hands on his hips, and eyes both Dan and Phil expectantly, as Dan raises an eyebrow and Phil frowns at this saying. The black haired teen leans forward, his blue eyes looking a little uncertain through his glasses. "Is that why you both look sharp, for once? Who's party is it anyways?"

"Derek's." PJ replies, running a hand through his curly hair. "He has bio with Dan and I. Also, he's friends with Chris."

Dan frantically searches through his memory box, trying to recall on whoever this Derek was, until he faintly remembers a chesnut-haired teen with green eyes. "Oh yeah, right." Derek was a nice person in general, but he could be a bit of a pain in the ass sometimes. He was tolerable, though. "I don't even know him that well, he wouldn't appreciate it if I just showed up."

"Don't be a party pooper, Daniel," Chris then said, crossing his arms. "No one knows who each other is wherever we go, cause there's too many of us. I only know and remember about thirty people in our grade. It's fine! In these kinds of parties, no one gives a shit on who turns up, and that's a good thing."

"I hate parties." Phil grumbled, but Chris tutted at him.

"No exceptions, Philly. You're coming with us too. Now get both of your lazy asses dressed, or I'll be forced to drag both of you out of here." He smiled cheerily, as Phil raised his eyebrows in apprehension. "Let's PARTY, boys!" He then yelled, pumping a fist into the air — and as both Dan and Phil both rolled their eyes, knowing that there's no hope in arguing with the other teen. On the other hand, PJ grins apologetically at the two other teenagers as both he and Chris step out so the two of them could get dressed.

It's a good thing that Dan's already decked in the skinny jeans that he's been planning to wear already, so instead he jumps off his bed and sighs as he opens his drawer and searches for something that would be acceptable to a house party. He mutters under his breath for a few minutes until finally settling on a black button up shirt. "Hey, Phil — " Dan then remarks, turning around to ask Phil what he's wearing. That was when he realized that Phil had already taken off his shirt.

As Phil looked up expectantly, probably because Dan had called him — he realized that this was probably the first time he's seen Phil shirtless. Sure, they were much closer now, but they've always changed in the small bathroom that was in their room. At once, he found himself studying Phil's features as the black haired male didn't say anything in response. Goodness gracious. Phil had quite a nice body. He didn't necessarily have a six-pack or anything like that, but he did look quite fit, to be honest. There were a few beauty marks scattered across his pale complexion, and Dan didn't realize that he was still staring at him until Phil smiled, looking quite amused.

A thought popped in the back of Dan's mind. He's beautiful. And once he began to think that, he couldn't help but agreeing with himself. Although Phil didn't have bulging muscles and a hard six-pack, he looked absolutely beautiful. The beauty marks on his pale skin looked a lot like scattered stars, they could probably be formed into countless constellations. There weren't even that many beauty marks on Phil's skin, but there were quite a few — one on his collarbone, some on his stomach, a bit more placed on his shoulders. Dan couldn't seem to tear his eyes off him.

"Did you need something, Dan?" Phil then asked hesitantly, his smile turning into a grin.

"U-Uh," Dan stammered, and then cleared his throat. "I was just wondering... what you were going to wear. To the party." He said stupidly, looking straight at the ground rather than into Phil's eyes. The brown haired teen bit his lip nervously as he glanced at the fabric in his hands, feeling his face heat up in embarrassment of Phil noticing that he was staring at him.

The other teen shrugged, holding up a white piece of clothing. "Just this," he said casually, as he placed his arms inside the sleeves, shrugging the shirt on. Dan found himself staring once again as Phil slowly buttoned up the dress shirt, his pale skin slowly disappearing under the white fabric. The white shirt looked really amazing on him, it went well with his complexion nicely. He gave Dan a small smile as he adjusted his collar, and swiped a hand through his black hair before pulling on his shoes. "Do you want me to wait outside, or — ?"

Dan snapped back to reality, removing the image of Phil shirtless from his head (which was kind of difficult to do). "Ah, er, it's fine." He assured Phil, smiling a bit nervously as he tugged off the shirt he was previously wearing. He was well aware that his roommate was staring at him, so he made sure to change his shirt quickly — shoving his arms as fast as he could into the shirt sleeves, and buttoning it up quickly, fixing his collar once he'd gotten to the top. It did feel a bit irritating, and Dan almost choked as he tried to fix it. He looked down at his arms and folded the black dress shirt's sleeves up to his elbows, sighing.

He glanced back at Phil, who was staring at him quite curiously. Then he seemed to break out of his daydream, and smiled, walking a bit closer to Dan, which was kind of hard to do considering the small amount of space in their room. Dan tensed, as he found Phil bringing his hands up to the other's collar, unbuttoning the first button.

Immediately, the brown haired teen found his face turning red once moreas Phil proceeded to re-button his collar, patting it down gently, adjusting it for him. Instantly, the previous irritation in Dan's neck disappeared, and he blinked at the other male as he spoke. "Feel better, now? It's just, you looked a bit uncomfortable." the taller teen said, his tongue poking out through a small space in his teeth as he grinned.

"I, uh," Dan said, not able to meet Phil's gaze. "thank you."

Phil half-smiled, and brushed his hair a bit back. "Anytime. Let's go, shall we?"

"I guess," Dan muttered shyly, as the two of them proceeded to leave — nearly running into Chris and PJ, who were just waiting outside their dorm room. As Chris gave Dan a giant grin, and as PJ raised his eyebrows up and down, Dan wondered if he was going to regret anything that was going to happen in the next few hours.

They arrived at Derek's around 9:40.

Apparently Derek lived quite close to the campus, so it was a good thing that his place was in walking distance. When they had approached the street that he lived on (using Chris's phone for directions), Dan could already tell which house the party was held at. You were able to hear the music blasting from the third house away from Derek's, and as the four of them approached the place, the music began to increase incredibly louder. As they stopped right in front of the house, Dan immediately felt sorry for all of his classmate's neighbors; he was sure they didn't appreciate the sound at this time of night.

"All right, boys," PJ then said, grinning from ear to ear. "We're here to have the best time of our lives, am I right?"

Phil sighs in response. "I don't know."

"Relax, Phil," Chris chuckles, slinging an arm over the other teen's shoulders. "You're going to enjoy it, don't worry. It's just like any other party we've been to. Almost everybody's drunk off their asses, anyway. No one's going to hurt you, I promise." He reassures him, but the black haired teen continues to look regretful. His eyes dart over to Dan, as in a helpful plea, and Dan finds himself smiling at Phil's unhappy expression on his face.

"Whatever." Phil grumbles, as he shrugs Chris's arm off of his shoulders. "Let's just get this over with."

Chris grins widely. "That's the spirit! Keep it up, and everyone'll love you." At the mention of the word love, Chris glances sideways at Dan — who blinks innocently, staring at his friend in confusion, before realizing what he meant by that. Oh. He walks quickly behind Chris after that, purposefully stepping on the back of his shoes; causing the other to trip. As Dan bites his tongue to keep himself from laughing, Chris's eyes shoot daggers at him, as the four of them proceed to enter the house. The music is making Dan's head pound, it's enough to give him a slight headache.

PJ pounds on the door — which normally would be rude, but if he'd knocked politely, it wouldn't be heard over the deafening noise. Dan squinted as the door finally opened, and there stood Derek, greeting the four of them with a large smile. "Hey!" He yelled over the music, a beer bottle clutched in his right hand. "Glad you could come, Dan, right?" He then shouted, addressing the brown haired teen, who smiled back in response.

"Also, Chris, Peej, and... Phil!" Derek continued to say, addressing the three other teens standing quite awkwardly by the door. Phil looked slightly taken aback that this person knew who he was, but he didn't question it. He returned Derek's friendly grin with a tight smile, which looked more like a grimace.

"Have fun guys, party's gonna go on till whenever, my parents are out of town and they didn't mind us having a party, as long as nothing important's damaged. There's beer, soda, punch, juice, water, whatever, in the coolers. Knock yourself out." Dan's classmate reassured the four of them, as he slurred a bit of his speech. His green eyes looked a bit hazy, but he wasn't completely drunk. Yet, anyway.

If the music was loud enough three houses away, it certainly was almost past deafening inside the house. The stereos were blasting a Fall Out Boy song — Where Did the Party Go — and although Dan was grateful that Derek had good music taste, he had a bit of a hard time trying to concentrate without getting a headache. There were strobe lights everywhere, and Dan found himself wincing. Was this how all college parties were like? He shook his head as the four of them walked into Derek's place, looking around in slight awe at some of his already drunk classmates either laughing or doing some weird crap that he didn't really care about.

Chris waved at a group of teenagers that were seated on cushions on the floor, and it turned out that some of them were in Dan's classes. Although that Dan never really enjoyed parties like these, he was slightly relieved that he at least knew these people. Judging from Phil sighing and him relaxing besides him, it turns out that he too was feeling the same about this.

The four of them continued to walk around the house (while avoiding large masses of teens, honestly, how many people did Derek even invite?), until they found an open spot on the couches in the lounge. Dan sat himself down on one of the seats, and was slightly surprised to see how soft they were. Chris took a seat on the couch a few inches away from Dan, while PJ sat down on Chris's left. In the meantime, Phil sat down on Dan's right, adjusting his position until he found himself comfortable.

The teen across from Dan then reached into the cooler at the couch's side, pulling out a beer successfully. "You're drinking?" Dan said, his eyes widened as Chris smirked, his eyes not giving anything away. He removed the bottle cap with ease (Dan was slightly impressed by this) and took a swig out of the bottle, sighing in satisfaction before replying.

"Of course I am." He drawled, wiggling his eyebrows. "Parties are a time to temporarily forget all about the crap and responsibilities you need to do in your life. I'm of age, anyway." Chris noted as brushed his hair to the side, taking another sip of his drink. He shook his head afterwards and blinking unexpectedly, before grinning at Dan again. "Don't worry, Daniel, it takes more than this for me to be horrendously drunk."

PJ laughs. "He's right. But it's so hilarious when he is."

"Seeing Chris drunk is amazing, it's a thing you must see." Phil then agreed, speaking up from next to Dan. As the brown haired teen turned around to glance at him, he saw that Phil was smirking. "there was one time where he got so hammered, he'd gone upstairs and proposed to a friend's mom. Needless to say, he's been kicked out and banned from going to any of their parties ever since. But it was golden." He swiped a hand through his hair, and grinned at Dan, who found himself grinning.

"You don't need to tell Dan every embarrassing thing I've done, you two. I've seen Phil have a heated make out session with someone the last time he's gotten drunk." Chris sang, as he handed PJ a beer from the cooler. The brown haired teen blinked in surprise, glancing at Phil once again, to clarify this. Maybe Chris was joking... ? However, the mortified expression and pink blush on Phil's face gave it away.

Phil placed a hand at the back of his neck as he bit his lip. "I regret every second of that."

"He hasn't really drank that much since." PJ informed Dan, as he sipped his beer lightly.

Dan frowned. It wasn't any of his business on who Phil apparently 'made out' with, but who could it have been? Judging from the three other teen's expressions, it didn't seem to be anyone from this school. It was probably something that had happened at past parties, before they even knew who Dan was. He couldn't help but feel slightly jealous at this; he'd thought that Phil had never been in a past relationship before. Since that Phil had never really mentioned any of that to Dan, he assumed that maybe he'd broken up with said person. He couldn't help but picture it — Phil wrapping his arms around some other person and kissing the hell out of them.

It made Dan feel slightly annoyed, so he stopped thinking about it.

"Were you two... together?" Dan found himself asking, studying his hands and avoiding his friend's gazes. He paused before continuing. "I thought you hated parties." After that, it was silent between the four of them for a while, the only noise coming from the speakers surrounding the house and the occasional loud laughter emitting from other groups. Dan watched as the strobe lights danced on Phil's face, who was squinting at nothing in particular. Chris and PJ were unusually silent, both watching the two of them.

"Yes and yes," Phil then admitted, after a while. He glanced back at Dan, his sapphire eyes looking into the other boy's brown ones. "I dated him for amonth. I eventually broke it off, he was being a bit too annoying. Kind of bossy, demanding, clingy. I got tired of it." Phil finished, studying Dan after he'd stopped talking. On the other hand, Dan tried his best not to break into a flurry of questions, and bit back the strange happiness that was now taking over his emotions. All that he was thinking about was the fact that it was a him. Phil had made out with a guy. He was with that same guy, for a month.

At that moment, Dan looked up — and made eye contact with Chris, who didn't even bother hiding his knowing smile. From his expression, Dan knew that Chris had known about this way before he did. He frowned as Chris winked discreetly at him, and chose to study his feet intensely as he looked back down. "Ah." He replied, not knowing what else to say to that.

"And for parties, I do hate them. But once in a while, they can be fun, I guess." Phil mused, luckily overlooking Dan's awkward answer to his response. He looked his fingers, and laced them together, studying them. "I know that for a fact since Chris and PJ always enjoy seeing me suffer."

Chris snorts from the other couch, shaking the now empty beer bottle in his hand. "What are you talking about? You enjoy them as much I do, Philip." He placed the bottle on the small table in front of their seat, and pulled another one out of the cooler, snickering at Dan's clearly horrified expression. "What's wrong, Dan? Don't be scared for me. I can have my own fun once in a while, you know." With that, he opened the second beer and drank out of it once more.

Dan rolled his eyes. "It's not like I'm scared for you. I'm just afraid on how you're going to act later."

"Here, Dan." PJ then said, handing him a beer. As Dan stared apprehensively at it, PJ laughed, placing his own down. "Try one. It's really not that bad."

"The last time I tried beer, I puked." Dan said uncertainly, making a face as the curly haired boy opened his bottle for him, handing it back to Dan, who took it hesitantly in his hands. He looked at the liquid in the bottle and raised an eyebrow before glancing back at his friends, who encouragingly nodded back at him. The brown haired teen then sighed as he tilted the bottle in his hands, taking a short sip out of it.

He blinked, feeling the beer travel down his throat and resting inside his stomach. He felt slightly tingly from the drink, but it did taste pretty good. It tasted like alcohol, obviously, but there was a hint of raspberry in the drink that he found delicious. Dan found himself taking another sip out of his bottle, and he sighed in satisfaction before he placed it back on the coffee table in front of him. "It is good," he admitted, breaking into a smile as his friends clapped for him.

"Told you." PJ smirked, taking another sip out of his drink.

"Good thing you didn't puke, right?" Phil smiled, as he leaned forward to take a beer from Chris. He opened his successfully and drank some as well, as Dan watched him. After taking it in, Phil made a face full of pleasure, which made Dan's stomach flip. It was a good thing that it was dark, so Phil couldn't see his newly flushed face. "Oh man. That's orgasmic." He glanced at the beer bottle in admiration. "If Derek keeps throwing parties, I'd only just come for this. Forget anything else."

Dan grinned, as he slowly brought the bottle up to his lips again.

A few more drinks later, all four of them are pretty drunk.

It's kind of hard for Dan to see straight, it looks and feels like that everything is multiplying each time he blinks. He finds himself giggling at nothing in particular, laughing along to PJ's stupid jokes that he keeps spouting every five minutes. He's pretty sure that Peej's been saying the same jokes for a while, but he doesn't care, cause they're still pretty funny. Dan knows he's drunk — this isn't the first time he's drank, but it's certainly been a while since the last time he's done so.

He's not as hammered as Chris, though, who's managed to slump all the way into the couch and was now holding an empty glass in his hand. Earlier, he was doing ridiculous animal impressions through drinking, making a llama impression and changing it quickly to a goat, and then a sheep. It was enough to make Dan laugh so hard that his stomach was hurting, to the point that he felt like throwing up. But now Chris's head is tilting from side to side, his usually sparkling green eyes looked dull and tired through the lights. A few minutes later, he yells instantly — causing Dan to jump, and PJ to nearly fall off the couch. On Dan's other side, Phil grumbles, rubbing his eyes.

"Romeo, Romeo, wherefore art thou Romeo?" Chris then said, half-singing and half-slurring the words. He burst into a fit of giggles as he looked around drunkenly, somewhat successfully placing his beer bottle on the coffee table, where it joined the many more empty bottles which were scattered on the surface. His green eyes then land on PJ, who looks in a mix between slightly frightened and amused, and wraps his arms around the other teen, continuing to giggle amongst himself. "Aaaaah, therefore you art, Romeo. Alas, I have found you, my love!"

PJ chuckles as Chris continues to spout lines from Romeo and Juliet, although Dan's pretty sure that 'therefore you art' is not the correct way to state something like that. The brown haired teen smiles to himself, playing with a few strands of his hair. It's gotten considerably hotter ever since they've came to Derek's, Dan has to mess with his hair a bit although it's kind of damp with sweat. He fans himself with his hands as he glances next to him, where Phil is sitting.

The black haired male is staring at nothing in particular, his slightly out-of-focus blue eyes glancing at the coffee table in front of them. He's quietly drumming his right hand on the arm of the couch, and nodding slowly to the music, which was still as loud as ever — but instead blasting a Panic! At the Disco song that sounded a lot like Girls/Girls/Boys. It probably was, to be honest. The teen found himself eyeing Phil, staring up and down on the other's body, biting his lip as he did so.

Although Dan was pretty unfocused and dizzy, he couldn't help thinking that he looked absolutely attractive.

His black hair, that was usually placed in a hairstyle similar to Dan's, was pushed back slightly, forming a small quiff. He'd rolled up the sleeves of his dress shirt up to his elbows, the multicolored lights dancing on Phil's pale skin. Even the position that he was sitting in made Dan's heart pound against his chest, and he continued on staring once Phil had glanced back at him.

No. Dan found himself thinking, as he continued to stare back at Phil. You don't like him in that way.

You're not fooling anyone, sweetie. Chris's voice spoke up, in the back of his head.

Dan manages to get most of the hazy feeling out of his mind, blinking slowly, as his eyes looked deeply into Phil's blue ones. A smile tugged at his lips, as he spoke. "Some party, huh?" He then said, grinning slightly. Although his mind is still pretty clouded, he's still a little bit sober somewhere inside him. And something tells him that Phil still kinda is as well, even though the two of them were giggling uncontrollably at nothing earlier. The black haired teen scoffs, adjusting his position so that he's facing Dan.

"Yeah, sure is." He answers, his voice soft.

The brown haired teen takes this moment to glance at both Chris and PJ, who are both cuddling on the couch in front of them. Chris is still quoting William Shakespeare ("Parting is such *hic* sweet sorrow that I shall say *hic* goodnight until t-till it be mo-morrow..."), as his arms are lazily clinging on to PJ's shoulders. The other dark haired teen is smiling goofily, as his own arms are around Chris as well, his bright green eyes closed in a dreamy like expression. Dan smiles at the scene, glancing at the two boys before looking back at Phil.

Phil's features look absolutely beautiful to Dan, even though it's fairly dark and he's drunk. But maybe these are the sober thoughts talking. He knows that he's thought of Phil being beautiful definitely more than once in the past, when he was sober. It's basically the word that describes him, even though the other teen had a moody personality and a sour mouth. He thinks that there's something underneath Phil's tough demeanor that he could maybe figure out, one day. He's certainly becoming sweeter during the time he's gotten to know him, from the day that they've first met.

His eyes are trailing up and down the other teen's figure again, and he takes a mental note on how soft and plump Phil's lips look. His sapphire eyes are gazing into Dan's brown ones, and his mouth forms into a slow smile. He's nibbling his lip lightly, as he continues to observe Dan — the brown haired teen hasn't realized how much he's wanted to kiss him until now. Something is telling him to just do it, and crash both of their lips together. It's a stupid idea, but he can't really do anything about it. But something else is holding him back, yelling at him, saying you don't even like Phil in that way.

The thing is, Dan's not really sure if that statement's correct anymore.

"You know, Dan..." Phil then speaks up, quietly. "You look really good tonight."

He feels his face turning red, and eventually starts to feel warmth spread all over his body. He's grinning slightly as he scoots closer to the black haired boy, moving so that their faces are inches away from each other. It doesn't matter that Chris and PJ are in front of them. It doesn't matter that he's sweating and drunk — although his mind is still a bit unfocused and all over the place, he's sure that these are probably his sober thoughts acting on him right now anyway. Phil doesn't move, either. He's smiling back at Dan, as if daring him to close the gap between their mouths.

"To be fair," Dan breathes. "you do too."

And with that, he brings his hands up to the other teen's face — finally closing the gap between both of their lips — as the two of them close their eyes instantly. Phil's lips taste delicious, they vaguely taste of vanilla chapstick. He soon finds out that Phil's face is extremely soft as well, as he cups his cheeks gently with his fingers. The brown haired boy tilts his head forward slightly, feeling their noses brush against each other lightly as they continued the kiss. He's slightly taken aback on how good Phil is at kissing — his mouth is moving professionally against Dan's, and it certainly does feel amazing.

"Phil." Dan can't help but breathe in satisfaction, after they release for a short period of time. Before he could speak again, he feels Phil tugging onto his collar, pulling him back into another heated exchange. He brings his hands up to Phil's hair, tugging lightly on the strands, and runs his fingers through his black locks. He proceeds to then open his mouth slightly, earning an opportunity for Phil to slide his tongue inside the other teen's mouth, deepening the kiss. Dan lets out a small, breathy moan at this as he hears the other teen make a satisfying noise from his lips.

The only feeling in Dan's head is the sense of adrenaline pumping through him, and his heart thudding loudly in his chest as he continues to kiss Phil, the music doesn't seem that deafening anymore. His head is pounding, but that doesn't even matter either. The only thing on his mind is the boy seated across from him, his hands moving up and unbuttoning Dan's collar as he does so. Dan breathes lightly as Phil moves his hands to the other boy's head, messing with his hair — as Dan proceeds to unbutton the other teen's shirt as quick as he's done it.

He manages to make Phil moan quietly as he tilts his head forward again, slipping his tongue inside the other boy's mouth as he straddled his hips lightly — not wanting to stop. Phil tasted absolutely delicious, and Dan still can't get enough of his cologne. He didn't want to stop kissing him, the feeling was completely enthralling. The brown haired teen was sure that he had never been kissed like this before, and he's kissed quite a few share of people.

They finally do release after a while, both of them sweating and panting heavily. Their fingers are still tangled in each other's hair, and Dan bites his lip shyly as he removes his hands from Phil's scalp, grinning nervously at the other teen across from him. If possible, Phil looks even sexier, his black hair messy, his blue eyes deeply staring into Dan's brown ones. With satisfaction, Dan sees the bit of chest that has been revealed from him unbuttoning his collar, and as Phil smirks — he finds himself blushing again.

"I'm impressed." Phil then says, slurring his speech slightly. His blue eyes are still focused on the other teen, and he breaks into a grin.

Dan smirks as his sight blurries, grabbing another two beer bottles and handing one to him. His head is still pounding, and there's a slight buzzing in his ears. "You're not too bad yourself." He regrets letting go of the kiss — he wants to continue making out with Phil until this party's over. He wants to taste Phil's delicious lips again, he wants to feel them gliding smoothly against his own mouth. He wants to feel Phil's hands on his hips and in his hair. He could tell that Phil could feel the same, from the fact that he's biting his lip nervously, and staring at Dan once more.

"I don't want to forget this tomorrow," Dan admits, snuggling his head on Phil's shoulder. He feels the black haired teen sighing, as he put an arm around him reassuringly. He smiles as he watches a passed-out Chris scratch his face as he continues to snuggle up to PJ, who appears to also be knocked out. His head is tilted backwards, and he's snoring lightly, his unfinished beer unfortunately spilling all over he and Chris's clothes. It's silent between him and Phil for a while, the only noise coming from other teenagers laughing and the continuous blast of the music.

Phil scoffs. "I don't know if I'll be able to forget the way you kissed me."

"You liked it."

"I did, actually. And I want to kiss you again. But I also want to kiss you when I'm not drunk."

Dan raises his head from the other teen's shoulder, and places another kiss — less heated this time — on Phil's soft lips. After he lets go of that one, he giggles as he shifts his head comfortably on Phil's shoulder. "How about that one, Philly?" He whispered, as Phil chuckled lightly, dipping his head down to kiss Dan's forehead. The brown haired teen closed his eyes and smiled, exhaustion overcoming him.

"I just like your kisses in general," He heard Phil say.

The two teenagers remained there, on the couch — as sleep soon overtook them.

As Dan and Phil both fell asleep, Chris shifted in his position, his arms still around a sleeping PJ. "Love is a smoke made with the fume of sighs," he yelled drunkenly, slurring most of his speech before cutting himself off and passing out again. He continued on snoring as he ignored the spilled beer on his clothing. He could deal with that tomorrow, anyway.

A/N: THERE I AM DONE

and yes, drunk!phan making out. i'm sorry but i really wanted to practice writing kiss scenes and stuff. i hope it's good enough for you, in my opinion i don't think it runs smoothly, but i just need to keep practicing riiiiight

okay i hope you liked this chapter! i'm pretty hyped to continue on with this story so hopefully a new chap will be out sooner than later. i'm so sorry for the wait! i still have school tomorrow too... oh man. i have a fucking essay to write and uheov ocowxmowmokwocoekmw.

later pals

-choco xx