A/N: So, final chapter! Sorry for the cliffhanger, but I felt that it was a good stopping point. I'm so utterly proud of this story, and I hope you guys enjoyed it. This is the longest story I've ever written, clocking in a little over 16k words without the author's notes. Thanks for reading my first chaptered fic on here, and I hope to see you next time!

Warnings: Drama, confessions, and the inevitable lemon. Writing lemons always makes me nervous, but I think I did a pretty good job at it. Practice makes perfect?

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It was Dan who spoke up first. "So…the kiss."

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Phil's tranquility came crashing down at the words, his good mood gone and his heart beating like mad. Leave it to Dan to be so direct. He tried to force a casual tone in his voice when he asked, "Yes? What about it?"

Looking anywhere but at Dan, Phil raised the mug up to his mouth and tried to ignore the way his hands were shaking. The older boy pressed the mug against his lips but didn't take a sip; it was as if the cup were a barrier of sorts that would protect him. It was a flimsy defense, but he figured that he could use all the help that he could get in this completely awkward situation.

"Look at me," he heard Dan say in a somewhat stern tone. Phil shook his head, refusing to look at Dan and see the disgust that the ebony-haired boy was sure was on Dan's face. "Phil, look at me." Another shake of the head. "Goddammit! Philip Michael Lester, fucking look at me!"

Suddenly Phil's hands were pushed aside and his head was forced to the left by strong hands. He gasped in surprise both at the action and the look on Dan's face. Instead of disgust, Phil found affection and warmth. Dan's lips were slightly quirked like he was trying to hold back a smile. Affection dripped from his words and his tone lacked real heat when he said, "You are so fucking dense sometimes."

"I—what?" Phil asked, confused.

"You're so transparent; I can read you like a book. I've known the whole time about your attraction to me. God, I sent all these signals to you thinking that you might eventually pick up on them, like a normal person, but you ignored them. I've been flirting like a schoolgirl, and you never even noticed any of it. Even fucking kissing you didn't make a dent in your thick skull. So I'll say it out loud in the hopes that you'll actually get it," Dan paused for a second, taking a deep breath before continuing. "I fucking love you, idiot."

It was a second before the words registered in Phil's mind, and then suddenly the older boy's heart was beating a million times too fast and he felt like the world had frozen. His mind replayed all of their interactions in the past few weeks, and realized that Dan was right. He felt like the world's biggest idiot. He groaned and voiced his thoughts aloud. "God, I'm such a moron. I can't believe I didn't realize it sooner. I guess I was just too caught up in my own shit that I couldn't notice the forest for the trees."

Dan chuckled affectionately. "Yeah, you kind of were. But now you know, so we're on equal footing."

"Yeah," Phil agreed, surprised that they were talking about it so casually now. Finding out that Dan actually liked—no, loved him back turned his mind to mush and it sent a warm, fuzzy feeling in his tummy. He felt like a big weight was off of his shoulders now that he didn't have to (or apparently fail to) hide his attraction to the brunette. Now that things were out in the open, he had a feeling that things would get easier from here on out.

Lost in his thoughts, he didn't realize that Dan had grown closer until he turned slightly and saw the younger boy's face inches from his own. Phil's gaze nervously landed on Dan's mouth, and he found himself licking his own in anticipation. Dan didn't keep him waiting; he softly pressed their lips together in a slow and graceful movement.

Dan tasted just like he had in the rain, but now Phil could savor the flavor of cinnamon and spices that landed on his tongue as Dan deepened the kiss and swiped at Phil's lower lip with his own appendage. Dan's hand snaked onto Phil's upper thigh, and the action sent a zap of lightning straight to the older boy's groin and he could feel himself getting hard. The boys pulled apart and each took shaky breaths, their foreheads touching. Dan's face was flushed and his lips swollen red, and Phil was sure he, himself, had a similar expression on his face. Dan's voice was laced with lust as he whispered, "Bedroom?"

"Bedroom," Phil echoed breathily. Dan was the first to get up, and he held out a hand to Phil, which the older boy accepted. Even after Phil had gotten up, the brunette's hand remained on his own as the younger boy led Phil towards the bedroom.

As they walked, Phil's thoughts raced. Everything was happening so fast that his mind barely had time to catch up with what had transpired. Here he was, about to make love to the person he held most dear—the love of his life—and he couldn't believe how lucky he was. He felt a bit humbled that he was about to see the side of Dan that he had never seen before; the side that he only tasted in his dreams. Phil briefly wondered if he would be able to catch up with the brunette, who seemed to be confident in what he was doing.

Dan got to the door and opened it. As the two boys stepped inside, Phil felt something pawing at his leg. He looked down to see Pirate, who looked a bit miffed at the lack of attention he was receiving. Dan looked at the cat amusedly. "Sorry, Pirate, not this time." The younger boy shut the door behind them carefully to avoid hurting the feline.

As soon as the door was closed, it was like a switch flipped in the brunette. All of a sudden Phil felt a warm body collide with his, and he was being kissed passionately. It was much rougher than their previous kisses. Phil moaned into the kiss as Dan's hands tangled in his hair and pulled slightly, hard enough to hurt but light enough to make the pain less intense. Phil's hands roamed Dan's body, finally coming to rest on the younger boy's hips. Phil's fingers dug into the flesh on the dip of Dan's hips, and he was rewarded with a low moan.

Dan's hands left Phil's hair and slowly slid down the ebony-haired boy's body, tracing the outlines of the older boy's sides before making an arc and switching direction, his hands slipping inside of Phil's shirt. The touch was feather-light as his hands trailed up Phil's chest and left tingles wherever they touched. Phil shivered, relishing the feeling of the younger boy's touches.

Suddenly Dan removed his hands, and the brunette began tugging at Phil's shirt. Phil took the hint and grabbed the bottom of his shirt, breaking the kiss as he lifted it above his head. Dan did the same and then they were at it again, kissing as if they had never stopped. Hands returned to Phil's chest, and the older boy groaned as the fingers brushed his nipples. Taking the hint and smiling into the kiss, Dan moved his deft fingers across the hardening nubs, pinching and twisting slightly, earning a moan from the ebony-haired boy and a whispered, "Dan."

The brunette broke the kiss to pepper small pecks down Phil's cheeks, trailing downwards and stopping at Phil's neck. Phil groaned as Dan delivered a soft nip at the junction of his neck, sucking slightly.

"So you won't forget," Dan offered by way of explanation.

Phil said nothing, knowing that this would be a night that he would never forget. He knew that his first time with Dan would be something to remember, and hoped that there were many, many more nights to come.

He felt Dan's mouth latch on to his nipple, and the older boy groaned as the brunette's tongue swirled lazily around the nub. Dan was taking his time with this, really enjoying it, and Phil was glad and a bit touched. This seemed to be just as important for Dan as it was for Phil, and the ebony-haired boy sighed out the brunette's name.

His thoughts were interrupted as hands grabbed his ass harshly, and Phil moaned as his hips were brought forward to roughly grind against the brunette's. He could feel Dan's hardness through his pajama pants, which in turn made him even harder. His thoughts turned darker as heat pooled in his groin, his erection throbbing and twitching as he ached for a different kind of love. Lust clouded his thoughts as he grinded up against the brunette. The friction was delicious despite the soft pants they both wore, and it made him growl slightly in the back of his throat.

One of Dan's hands moved from Phil's behind to the slight dip in the ebony-haired boy's hips, his hand slowly gliding lower and lower teasingly. Phil was too far gone to be patient, however, and he dug his nails into Dan's hips urgently. The brunette got the hint, and his hand went lower until he was cupping Phil. Phil's dick gave a twitch and he groaned at the touch, his hips leaning in to press himself further against the brunette's hand.

Teasing hands ghosted up and down the shaft, and Phil bit his lip, trembling slightly. The touches became more intense, and soon Dan was stroking Phil at a steady, even pace. Wanting to return the favor, Phil slipped his hands into Dan's pants and soon both boys were breathing heavily. Biting his lip, Phil tried hard to focus on pleasuring Dan, but the feel of the brunette's hands on him felt amazing. His movements became sloppy as he felt warmth pool in his belly. He groaned. "Dan, stop, or else I'm gonna—"

"Okay," Dan whispered, removing his hand. Phil did the same, and the brunette looked into the older boy's eyes. Casually, although the slightly lustful tone in his voice betrayed him, Dan asked, "So, bed?"

"Yeah," Phil murmured, blushing slightly. He wasn't sure why he was so shy; they had just literally been hand-fucking each other just a second ago. But hands were one thing, and the hot-and-heavy stuff was another.

Sensing Phil's hesitation, Dan leaned in for another kiss. The kiss was reassuring, and Phil barely noticed that they were moving until the backs of his knees hit the mattress. Laying a hand on Phil's chest, Dan broke the kiss and pushed the older boy down onto the bed. Suddenly a hand was toying with Phil's pants, and Dan was hovering over him, looking quizzically at the ebony-haired boy. Phil nodded, and barely had time to think as suddenly Dan's lips were on his own as if they had never left, and Phil's pants were maneuvered down to his knees. Phil kicked them off without looking, caught up in the kiss.

Pulling back, Dan's looked at the boy beneath him. Phil suddenly felt his nakedness and turned a brilliant shade of red. He wasn't ashamed of his body, but he wasn't overly proud of it. He wondered what Dan thought as the brunette's gaze raked over the ebony-haired boy. The low whistle Phil received made him blush a million times more. The ebony-haired boy murmured, "Geeze, I'm not that good looking."

Dan's tone and face were serious when he said, "Yes, you are. You're perfect."

"I wish I could believe you," Phil whispered.

"Well, then," Dan said in an equally soft voice, "I'll just have to show you."

The kiss that came with those words was so sweet that Phil felt his chest constrict in an almost painful way. Dan began peppering kisses on Phil's face. Phil closed his eyes, and Dan kissed those, too. "You're perfect," the brunette repeated with each kiss. Phil sighed, a small smile on his face. Phil felt so loved in that moment, so happy. He didn't care if they stopped at just this, because it was perfect and he forgot all about his nakedness and his embarrassment and reveled in the feeling of Dan's love. Dan's lips returned to Phil's, and it was perfect bliss.

Then Dan's thigh brushed up against Phil's member, and the ebony-haired boy found himself groaning as the blood rushed down to his groin, making him fully hard again. Chuckling into the kiss, the brunette pulled back and stood up, shimmying out of his pants with practiced ease.

Dan paused a moment to let Phil fully see the brunette, which Phil was very appreciative of. Dan was just so perfect. Even in the low light of the lamp, Phil could see all of the brunette, and his gaze traveled down Dan's chest and toned midsection to the sight that Phil had only seen in his dreams. God, Dan was huge, and it made Phil's mouth water in a totally embarrassing way. He just hoped that Dan didn't notice his gawking, and when he looked up at the brunette, a small smirk showed that the younger boy had indeed read Phil's mind.

Suddenly Dan was back on top of Phil, kissing him, and both boys moaned as bare skin touched bare skin. Dan broke the kiss and reached blindly for something on the bedside table, mysteriously procuring a bottle, its contents red and its label reading 'cherry'. Phil barked a laugh. "Really?"

Dan shrugged. "Well, it was either that or piña colada."

"Uh, good choice, then," Phil murmured, and Dan grinned in return.

"Lay back," Dan instructed. Phil obeyed, trying to ignore the butterflies in his stomach as he pressed his back against the plush comforter. Legs spreading of their own accord, Phil had to crane his neck to look at the younger boy above him. Dan gave the ebony-haired boy a reassuring smile and soon Phil felt a pressure near his ass.

He could feel the push of Dan's finger as it slowly pushed past the ring of muscle up to the knuckle, and he found himself instinctively tightening around the digit. It felt weird in a good way, though it stung a little. Phil hadn't had any in a while, and he was sure that he was probably wound up tighter than a spring. He tried to ignore the intrusion, and it helped when Dan reassuringly whispered, "Relax."

Soon Dan began to move his finger around experimentally, and Phil could see his face screwed up slightly in concentration. It was cute, and Phil found himself smiling. The older boy's smile morphed into a perfect 'oh' shape as Dan found what he was looking for. White sparks exploded in Phil's vision, and a guttural moan escaped his lips. "There!"

Dan smiled and curled his finger to brush against Phil's prostate again, earning a low moan from the older boy. Phil could barely feel the sting of pain when a second and then a third finger were added, too far gone in pleasure to notice. He whimpered when the digits withdrew, but gasped slightly when he felt something better line up against his entrance. Dan's hands reached around to cup Phil's ass, kneading the flesh there and eliciting a soft moan from the ebony-haired boy. Soon Phil's hips were lifted up, and the older boy found himself wrapping his legs around Dan for balance.

Looking up at the brunette, Phil could see Dan looking at him questioningly. Phil then realized that he, himself, was shaking. Biting his lip, Phil tried to calm his nerves. It wasn't like it was his first time, but it was his first time with Dan, and it was honestly pretty nerve-wracking. Realizing that younger boy was still looking at him searchingly, Phil nodded slightly and mentally prepared himself.

Phil gasped as he felt Dan enter him slowly, inch by inch. The brunette was taking his time, slowly stretching Phil out, and he was pretty thankful for it. Soon Dan was buried to the hilt, and Phil let out a shaky breath. Being filled was an interesting feeling; it felt like he was stretched to the limit inside, and the slight burn that accompanied it felt painful in a somehow good way. He shifted slightly, trying to get used to the feeling of Dan being inside of him. The brunette was big, and though Phil was stretched out, the ebony-haired boy still had to adjust to the sensation. When the pain ebbed, and Phil was ready, he nodded.

Phil winced as Dan slowly withdrew, and then gasped as the brunette snapped his hips and crashed into Phil. The two boys fell into a steady rhythm; Dan rolled his hips expertly and filled the ebony-haired boy up, and Phil would push back and meet his hips in a needy way. Loud moans and groans fell from Phil's lips, and whispered names echoed around the small room. The ebony-haired boy was always loud in his love-making, and it pleased him to discover that Dan was equally as vocal.

Phil had waited for this for so long; he dreamt about this every night, but nothing compared to the exquisite feeling of Dan inside of him, taking him for all he was worth. Eyes fluttering closed, Phil saw sparks of light dance across his eyelids. This was just so…perfect. He had no other way to describe it other than that, nor could he find any words at that particular moment even if he wanted to.

Phil's eyes shot open when Dan reached that spot, and he cried the younger boy's name aloud. Getting the hint, Dan rolled his hips to reach that exact same spot, and it was all Phil could do not to come right then. The ebony-haired boy was dangerously close, and from the way the brunette's thrusts had turned sloppy, so was Dan. Phil ground his hips into Dan needily, wanting and needing as much friction as possible. He reached down and began palming himself quickly. Phil urgently whispered, "Dan."

Fingernails digging deeper into Phil's hips, the brunette groaned at the word. His thrusts became quicker and more urgent, all sense of caution gone as primal need took over. Somehow the brunette managed to hit Phil's prostate every time, and it was the ebony-haired boy's undoing as he warned, "Dan, I'm gonna—"

Phil's cock twitched once and he groaned as orgasm washed through him, coming in rivulets on his stomach. Soon Dan followed suit, and Phil could feel himself being filled with warm liquid. Dan continued to pump in and out of the ebony-haired boy, and Phil felt sparks in his whole being as he continued to palm himself, both boys riding out their orgasms together.

When things had calmed down, Dan slipped out of Phil and gently lowered himself on top of the ebony-haired boy. Phil slightly grimaced at loss and the sucking sensation from the cum on his stomach, but decided to ignore it for the time being. Resting his head in the crook of Phil's neck, Dan let out a sigh that tickled the ebony-haired boy's ear. "So much better than I had imagined."

"So you imagined us together?" Phil found himself asking, all hints of embarrassment gone because of their previous actions. He figured that he had bared it all to the brunette both literally and figuratively, so the time for shyness was in the past.

Phil could feel Dan's smile on his neck. "More than you will ever know."

"That's kind of hot," Phil murmured, and was rewarded with a deep chuckle.

"You're kind of hot," the brunette replied, and Phil had to groan.

"I'm not sure if that's sarcastic or not."

"Oh believe me," Dan said as he lifted himself up shakily by his arms and looked in Phil's eyes, "it's completely true."

Phil had to smile at the look of affection on the brunette's face. He whispered lamely, "Ditto."

Giving a laugh, Dan rolled off of the ebony-haired boy and stood up. "While I'd love to cuddle, we're both kind of gross right now and I really don't want my bed dirty."

"I think that's the most romantic pillow talk I've ever heard," Phil quipped, laughing and not at all offended.

"I'm known for my gentlemanly ways," Dan retorted, smirking. "Just wait until I make you clean the bed sheets afterwards."

Phil groaned. "God, anything but that."

Dan chuckled. "But in all seriousness, I really need a shower."

Laughing, Phil got up with a small grunt, feeling the ache in his backside and sure that he might not be able to move the next day. He used the headboard for balance as he lifted himself up slowly.

The brunette looked at him worriedly. "You okay?"

"Yeah," Phil muttered, giving a reassuring smile. "More than okay."

Dan seemed pleased at his answer and smiled, heading into the bathroom and leaving the door open. He looked over his shoulder. "Coming?"

Phil nodded. "Yeah."

The shower with Dan was really fun; both boys took their time and Dan was really quite sweet and offered to wash the ebony-haired boy. When the water ran from hot to lukewarm, both boys had figured their hands were pruned enough, and so they finished up. Somehow Dan had procured a pink towel, and the boys laughed as they dried themselves off. The hairbrush fell a total of four times, and by the third time Phil had figured out that Dan just wanted to see his ass. He didn't mind though, and waggled his ass playfully, earning a whistle from the brunette. The pain had dulled by the time they were dressed ("Seriously, Hello Kitty pajamas?"), and soon Phil and Dan were lying comfortably under the sheets.

A loud meow made Phil jump and Dan roll his eyes. "I'm gonna—"

"Yeah, go ahead," Phil laughed as Dan jumped out of bed to let the cat in. "I'm just surprised he didn't complain sooner."

"I think he figured that I've had enough of his cock-blocking," Dan chuckled.

A meow and a flash of gray heralded Pirate's arrival, and pretty soon both boys and the cat occupied the bed. It was pretty fitting, as the cat had been the catalyst to many evolutions of their relationship. They made an interesting trio, and Phil had to admit that he forgave the tabby for constantly interrupting the boys' moments. Deep beneath his "ferocious" façade, Phil could see that Pirate just needed some love and the right home in order to be happy. In that, and in many ways, all three of them were the same. I'm just glad I found my home, Phil thought drowsily, his eyes beginning to close of their own accord. He cuddled closer to the brunette and sighed happily. And I know that nothing's going to take that away from me. These were Phil's last thoughts as sleep overtook him and he dreamed of hazel eyes and happy endings.

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