The Story of Dan and Phil

Chapter 5

By danosaurs-r-us

"Do you ever think of the future?" Phil said, lying in bed slightly dazed at what happened last night.

"Yes, of course! I'm such a deep person like that!" Dan said sarcastically.

"I'm being serious!" said Phil hitting Dan playfully with Tortoro.

"No, not really," said Dan "I just take every day as t comes." Dan looked lovingly into Phil's eyes.

"That's what I love about you Dan, you're just so spontaneous," said Phil "I really wish I could be like that."

"You don't need to change Phil," Dan said still looking into Phil's gorgeous blue eyes "You're perfect just the way you are, don't ever doubt that!" He leaned in towards Phil kissing him in such a way that Phil knew he was being serious.

As they sat up in bed with the duvet wrapped around them, they realised something... something important. They had crossed a line in their relationship. They got up and realised something else but something less thought provoking. They had left all of their clothes in the lounge! The put on the only piece of clothing they had, their boxers, and walked into the lounge not caring what the neighbourhood perverts had to say or see about them.

As they got dressed, Dan looked at the time. "Shit!" he said "It's almost six thirty and we have no food made!"

"Don't worry babe!" said Phil "I'll order a take-away, do we have any Pimms left?"

"I don't think so, I'll go check." said Dan "Oh and by the way, never call me babe again!" Dan said this in a way only Dan can.

"So what am I supposed to call you then Mr. Howell?" Phil said.

"Well Mr Lester, you can call me anything but babe, I hate that word!" Dan replied.

Phil could see that Dan was getting annoyed, tried to change the subject. A short and awkward silence filled the room before they started to laugh.

"Do we have any Pimms then?" Phil repeated, which came out distorted from laughing to much.

"Oui Oui!" Dan replied.

"Are those the only words you know in French Dan?" said Phil.

"Yes," replied Dan blushing slightly "Well, what do you expect, I had a bloody psycho French teacher!"

The both laughed again. "Oh Dan, typical you!" said Phil "Aimeriez-vous me commander le chinois maintenant?" Phil was obviously trying to confuse Dan now.

"What the fuck are you on about?" said Dan.

"I said, do you want me to order the Chinese now?" said Phil

"Oui Oui" Dan repeated as Phil rolled his eyes.

"Okay, I'll be back in a minute!" said Phil as he walked into the hall to phone the local take-away while Dan poured the Pimms.

Dan was waiting on the sofa when Phil came back in; he lifted the glass off the breakfast bar and sat down beside Dan. "They said it would be twenty minutes" said Phil in a quirky voice.

"Just enough time to..." said Dan with a cheeky grin on his face, his words trailed off as they began to kiss. Moments later, hands started exploring each other's bodies. They twenty minutes before the take-away arrived, twenty minutes they weren't going to waste.

The door bell rang. Neither one of them wanted to get up to answer get it because neither one of them wanted to leave the other. Eventually Dan got up to take the food from the delivery guy. He opened the door and a blond haired kid, about sixteen was standing there with the bag of food. Dan took the bag, paid the delivery boy and shut the door.

"It wasn't the normal guy" said Dan with a grin "You know, the fit one."

"Shut up and get the food out Dan!" Phil said shortly after throwing a cushion at him for being so immature. Dan set the food down on the breakfast bar and got plates and cutlery out. He brought the plates, piled high with greasy food down to the coffee table.

"Dig in!" Dan said cheerfully, "More Pimms?"

"No thanks Dan" smiled Phil, his face stuffed with fried rice.

Dan sat down on the sofa with his plate and they watched Adventure Timeuntil the early hours of the morning.