Chapter 15 – Christmas Adventure

We started our day by filming a video, or more like twenty, called Christmas Adventure. Phil had the idea of making an interactive game, like many youtubers have done before. It is actually fun to play, if you are the one playing it, because being the one making it, is just an incentive to throw yourself from a bridge from all the editing and videos you have to film.

Basically we came out with an idea of making a story where the Evil Santa Bear kidnapped one of his lions, and the viewer had to make the right choices through the video in order to save Lioness and the Planet. It was a simple idea, and it seemed fun to do. It was even funnier because we included some extra videos not related to the story, like poking me virtually.

I have to admit that our acting skills were not the best, but they were decent enough to make it work.

By the end of the day, we were tired of filming, so we decided to leave the rest for tomorrow.

"Arrrgh… I'm so exhausted Phil. Why did we thing this would be a good idea?" I complained, dropping my tired body on the sofa.

"Oh, don't be like that Dan, we were having fun."

"Yeah… until we had to record more twenty videos."

"Well, we are done for today, so what do you want to do then?" He asked, sitting next to me.

"I don't know… Let's just stay like this for a while."

I approached him, and rested my head on his shoulder. Phil didn't seem to mind. We stayed like that for a while, in silence, just enjoying each other company. I think when you are able to be in silence, not an awkward one, with another person, means that you feel confortable around them. And that is a feeling that I really appreciate.

I still can't believe that me and Phil only met four months ago, technically two, if we only count when meeting personally. Just so little time ago and I already feel like he is one of the most important people in my life.

"Phil?" I asked without moving.

"Yes Dan?"

"What are we?"

"What? What do you mean?" He inquired with a confuse voice.

"I mean, what are we? Friends? Friend that sometimes make out with each other? More than friends?"

"I… I don't know really. I have been thinking about that too." He said, stopping for a few seconds, probably thinking. "I mean… I don't really have an answer. I just… think about you as… Dan, you know? I… I don't think we have to give it a name… We enjoy being with each other, and that is enough by me."

"Yeah… I guess you are right" I said, now lifting my head from his shoulder and looking into his eyes. "Thanks, that was a good answer."

He smiled a little, "It's just what I think."

I smiled back and reached for his hand. We interlocked our fingers together as our faces were getting closer and closer at every second. When our noses touched our eyes were already closed, and soon after that I felt Phil's lips meeting mine. My hands seemed to have own will, because one minute they were attached to Phil's hands and in the other, they were flying to his torso.

Phil's hands were pretty active too in that moment. They went to the back of my neck and head, caressing my hair. I was not complaining, as long he didn't touch the neck. Which he didn't, thankfully.

We parted to breath, just to continue right after with more intensity and passion. Our lips fitted so well, like they were designed to be together. And the best thing, is that I never get tired of kissing him. All the make out sessions, even the longer ones, never seem to be enough for me; the moment he stops touching my lips, I am already craving for more. I don't know why this happens, it never happened to me before, with anyone. Perhaps because he is a really good kisser?

"Dan, stop thinking, you're getting distracted." He said, in between a kiss.

"Sorry" I barely had time to reply before his mouth crushed against mine again.

After more kisses, a few bites and lots of hands everywhere, our clothes started to come off. Well, not on their own of course. Firstly, went the t-shirts. Secondly, went the trousers.

At this time, Phil was on top of me, our bodies pressed together. His skin was cold, which felt good, since I could fell my temperature start to rise.

Phil was not one of those boys with perfect bodies, with defined muscles and all of that, he had a simple body and maybe that's what attracts more. Every time I run my fingers along his torso it's like my fingers get set on fire, they start to burn with the contact.

Without of breath, Phil stops and looks into my eyes for a moment.

"Do you want to continue this upstairs?"

a/n: Oh my God guys, I feel so weird writing smut. I need to ask you for some advice, what do you think about my writing about this type of scenes? I never did this before, therefore I don't know if I'm writing them correctly, so any opinions would be great! :] Thanks for reading, and thank you for all your reviews xx

- Mariana