Phil stood first, smoothing his clothes down, and tidying his hair as best he could, his stomach churned a little as he contemplated telling their friends, including the two they'd just heard stampede away from the door. He knew Chris and PJ would support them however things had turned out but he did realise that they would probably be surprised and cautious about this turn of events. Especially Chris.

Happiness flooded him as he stole little sidelong glances at Dan. The seismic shift the events of the last few months had brought to his life were going to take some time to adjust to, and deep down he worried that he might never have the easy trust in Dan that he once had. If Dan was willing to be patient though he was sure they could be strong, and hopefully better than before in some ways. For one thing barring a huge turn around they would be married, he couldn't help a wide grin spreading across his face at the thought.

Dan knew he was staring, watching Phil as he tried to tidy his mussed up hair in Chris's oval wall mirror. His slightly awkward movements, the way his smile lit up his eyes, the way the few rays of sun peeking through chinks in the drawn curtains caught his hair and sent little flashes off it. All these little things made his heart flutter the same way now as it had the first time they met. He had the strongest urge to rake his fingers through the feathery silken mop, the feel of it sliding through his fingers was one of his favourite things.

As he stood up he shook himself out of his Phil induced trancelike state, moving to him he slid his arms around his waist, hugging him close resting his chin on his shoulder, seeing him smile in the mirror as he placed a gentle kiss on his neck. He resisted with difficulty the urge to mess up his just tidied hair up again. "Ready babe"? He felt like a walking love sick cliché right now, but that's how clichés are born he guessed, from over emotional dopes like himself.

He really hoped that he could wash away any fears Phil might have. He had been so busy watching his boyfriend with a big soppy smile on his face that he hadn't even bother to try and sort out the downright birds nest on top of his own head. For once in his life his hair held no importance whatsoever.

They moved to the door together grinning knowing that Chris and PJ had heard most of what had gone on in the bedroom and were looking forward to seeing them struggle to pretend they hadn't. They popped their heads around the door together to see PJ urgently flicking through his tabs to try and find something that looked absorbing enough to imply he'd been there a while. As they caught sight of Chris they they burst out laughing both exclaiming "Chris!?" as they moved into the room Dan continued "what the... I don't even... I give up... Really! A pipe?". Chris, feet up on the coffee table, ostentatiously puffing on the unlit pipe greeted them with a series of eyebrow push ups, theatrically removing his pipe he exclaimed dramatically.

"Well, well, what do we have here Watson? A pair of vagabonds no doubt"

He was interrupted by a cushion hurled across the room hitting his pipe out of his hand, "Hey, Peej! I'll have you know that that pipe is a valuable prop heirloom"

PJ just rolled his eyes at him, patting the seat beside him, come here you two, I'll get us some tea... or coffee "diet coke please love!" Sherlock piped up from his comfy chair.

Phil made his way to the sofa, grinning "Well it looks as if neither of you are going to try too hard to pretend you didn't hear everything".

PJ looked sheepish, Chris just slowly closed his eyes, face deadpan, before raising them in a mock challenging 'what of it' look.

"Um, yeah... well I didn't know if you were going to end up throwing china and stuff... I didn't want to lose that lovely bedside trinket holder my mum gave me... Chris! stop sticking your fingers down your throat and dry heaving behind my back... it's a family heirloom.. like your ..err. 'prop' " PJ hoped they realised he was being sarcastic, the thing was truly horrible. Chris looked surprised, and removed his fingers from his mouth and scratched his head nonchalantly as if his boyfriends psychic powers, or at least eyes in the back of his head didn't phase him at all.

As he stood to get the drinks he'd promised he ruffled Dan's hair further and couldn't stop himself from leaning down and giving Phil a bear hug. A muffled voice came from somewhere in his shoulder region "thanks Peej".

The boys spent a few hours together, as Phil and Dan accepted searching questions, especially from Chris. He was as sharp as a razor and wasn't going to let them get away with not facing up to all the possible pitfalls, but also all the wonderful things that this reunion would and could present. They knew that their friends had their best interests at heart and had been so good with them during the bad times they had every right to 'interfere' now.

It was dark by the time they left the flat, with instructions for Chris and PJ not to tell anyone yet. They were wiped out from all the emotion of the day, let alone the last few months and just wanted to go home and be together before facing another undoubtedly even stiffer interrogation from Bryony. They knew their parents would be happy for them, but Dan was probably going to get a strongly worded 'talk' from Phil's mum.

They put these thoughts aside for the moment as they breathed in the cool night air. The lights of the city welcoming them.

They instinctively linked hands, something they had always been so careful not to do in public for so long and decided to walk to the flat. They didn't talk much, they had spoken for hours and for the moment enjoyed the companionable silence. Just a few sentences here and there, and little disbelieving smiles and glances shared on their way home.

X

Back at Chris's they decided to have 'an early night', after all they hadn't really been able to get their hands on each other properly since Dan had been staying. They peeled themselves off the sofa where they had been making out pretty much since their friends had left to take it to the bedroom. Not that they were averse to making out wherever the fancy took them, they were just tired and wanted to fall asleep after their 'workout'. Hands linked a questioning slightly concerned expression flitted across PJ's face, "you're not really going wear a bridesmaid's dress are you!?..."

X

As they reached their flat they both instinctively stopped, standing side by side taking in the detail of the facade. Dan had thought he might never come back here, and now thanks to Phil's loving nature he was being given a chance, given his life back. He felt he didn't deserve him, and he knew just how lucky he was. His grip tightened on Phil's hand, the pressure was returned as Phil turned to look at him, fishing in his pocket for a moment, he looked down at what lay in his hand and passed them to Dan, "I gave the other set to Peej, I want him to keep them for emergencies and stuff, but we'll get some more cut tomorrow". Phil pressed the keys into Dan's hand, he felt it was kind of symbolic that Dan should unlock the door on his first night back.

Dan's eyes glistened in the ever present glow of the city lights, he leant closer and pressed his cheek against Phil's before turning his head slightly, to lay a soft tender kiss against his skin, and wrapping his arms gently around him, relishing the warmth of Phil's skin radiating through the fabric against his hands as they rested against his back.

Phil couldn't control the little tremble that ran through him. Dan's kisses had always made him weak at the knees, but now when he had so nearly lost him each one felt like fiery bolts of pleasure suffusing his body. He gulped, which almost hurt with his neck pressed so firmly against Dan's shoulder. He turned his head a little returned the kiss lingering and sweet against Dan's neck, just on his pulse, which Phil was surprised to be able to feel racing beneath his lips. His own arms slid up Dan's back under his leather jacket and moved slowly into place around his waist, one gliding up his spine to rest just below his neck. Pulling him even tighter.

Everything faded out, they formed their own little bubble, in each others arms everything felt right again. Dan pulled back, just enough to properly see Phil, his eyes flitting back and forth between his lips and his eyes, his tongue brushed across his own bottom lip before he drew his teeth across it pulling it a little inside his mouth, his eyes had taken on a soft dreamy look. Phil was mesmerised be the sultry seductive look that Dan just couldn't help when he was turned on, Phil recognised it immediately and felt a tingle between his legs in response. His voice lower and more breathy than normal he managed to stammer out "the key... um.. I think we'd better get inside pretty quick Dan, I don't want to create a 'disturbance' right on our doorstep".

The spell broken for the moment, Dan breathed in sharply and reluctantly released Phil, closing the short distance remaining between him and the door. He had thought he might never do this again and his hand shook a little as he slotted the key into the lock, the key turned smoothly and he stepped inside their flat. Phil was close behind him and shut the door with a thud.

It seemed far darker than it should, the weak street light coming in through the small glass panel above the door barely made an impact. Dan's thumb brushed ineffectually across the light switch and he started to laugh. "Still no working light bulb then Phil". Phil could have said no because he'd had other things to worry about, but it never occurred to him. He was so happy to have Dan back where he belonged. He smiled in the gloom and reached for Dan's hand as they made their way up the stairs, wanting the contact all the more for the absence he had endured.

As they reached the lounge they glanced at it, then as if of one mind strode past and into Phil's bedroom. Dan couldn't take his eyes off Phil, he didn't think he could wait another moment, he was captured by the look on his face. His lips full and rosy, eyes big and black he looked... well he looked hungry! Dan knew that was exactly how he was looking right now too. He couldn't help notice the familiar mound in Phil's jeans and it made his heart pound twice as fast.

An almost shy smile spread across Phil's face as he moved slowly closer to Dan keeping eye contact as he reached out and ran his hands under his t-shirt, firmly tracing the shape of his body as his hands ran over his abdomen, the familiar soft skin and slight definition of abs, soft fingers pushing the t-shirt up as they slid up to his pectorals coming to rest on Dan's chest. His thumbs moving back and forth rubbing over his nipples making them tingle, sending a jolt of pleasure as if telegraphed right to Dan's cock. Phil had moved slowly closer to him, their groins brushed very slightly together and Dan could feel Phil's warm breath on his neck.

Dan gulped hard, leaving out a deep sigh of pleasure as his eyes briefly shut. He could feel the fabric of his jeans start to pull taught against his growing erection, where he was pressed against Phil even though it was only lightly it felt like little static electricity sparks were dancing all over his cock. God he wanted Phil, right this second.

His eyes flew open with an intense almost painful stare, "fuck Phil, I've missed you!". His eyes roamed Phil's face and body drinking in every detail before his hands found themselves buried in the soft dark locks, clasping shut and open again as he pulled Phil's face the remaining inches towards him. He was almost embarrassed to find himself trembling against him as their lips met, Phil's hands slid around to his back, one down to his waist just above the familiar curve of his bottom and one remaining high just beneath his shoulders, holding him tight as the kiss quickly became almost fierce.

All the longing, love and want that had been damed up inside them seemed to be flooding out. Dan's hands moved sinuously down Phil's back as he melted against him. His body was acting out of instinct with a mind of its own, his hips jerked forward rolling and grinding against Phil. A little gasp escaped Dan's already swollen kiss bruised lips as Phil returned the pressure, grinding forward maintaining the pressure and setting up a rhythmic circular thrusting motion. Their lips pressed so hard together they tingled and burned, their tongues flicking and licking over one another's lips before caressing and sliding together in a hot passionate mess.

They stumbled towards the bed, each fumbling to peel off random items of clothing, Dan shuffling off his shoes, Phil grabbing the edge of his own T-shirt and pulling it off in one swift movement. Reconnecting their lips at every opportunity Dan managed to pant out, "Are you sure you want to do this now, I'm not going anywhere, if you want to thin...". Phil's hand pressed against his cheek, and his lips silenced his fiancé. "No more thinking, bed now!" … "Well okay you seem pretty sure" Dan chuckled. He attempted to push Phil back on to the bed in a display of abandoned passion but managed to get tangled up in his half way down jeans and miss completely. Landing on the bed in a sprawling mess.

Phil burst out laughing, with his face flushed and eyes black with arousal it could have seemed incongruous but Dan decided he looked "fucking hot". Phil grinning reached out and pulled Dan's jeans the last few inches required to remove them and started to kiss his way up his legs. "Don't think you are getting out of this that easily Daniel Howell". "Believe me it's the last thing I want to get out of Philip Lester".

Phil's warm soft lips trailed delicate kisses up his thighs, moving inward, starting to suck a little harder here and there. His hands stroking along Dan's long legs following the trail of kisses until they overtook his lips and moved over his hips his thumbs stroking firmly back and forth just above his hip bones, in towards his belly button and back. He reached the swelling of Dan's balls already taut and firm against his lips as Phil kissed and gently squeezed them with his lips through the fabric of his boxers. Kissing along the shape of Dans hard cock to the wet patch already darkening the cloth at his tip.

Dan's legs trembled and little jerks twitched his hips up involuntarily against Phil's lips. Phil couldn't help let out a contented hum against Dan sending tingles vibrating through his cock. Phil felt fingers comb through his hair, tangling in the soft strands as Dan's hands clenched and unclenched. Phil was so overwhelmed with having Dan there with him he wanted to do everything at once, but nothing more than burying himself deep inside his boyfriend, joining them together as much as two people can be. He wasn't above teasing Dan a little first though, even though his own erection was becoming almost painful as the fabric of his jeans confined and stimulated it at the same time.

Dan felt each kiss and caress as fires that burnt with pleasure being lit in his skin, the guilt, and the fear that he might have ruined things forever, the relief that he was with Phil now all combined with the desire he felt and made each touch feel miraculous somehow. The electricity between them was practically visible. As much as he was loving this he needed to taste Phil's lips again.

He wanted to fuck, but he wanted to shower Phil with tender love too, and his lips wanted what they wanted. He rocked upwards, supporting himself on his elbows as Phil smiled up at him. His fingers hooked in Dan's boxers ready to peel them down. His lips were moist and pink and looked like the most delicious thing Dan had ever seen. He leant down as far as he could, sliding his fingers back through Phil's hair drawing him close before connecting their lips in the most gentle, tender kiss Phil could remember receiving. Gentle warm pressure, moving against his, lips barely parted, just a soft press of his tongue against his lower lip. Phil smiled against Dan's lips, and mouthed I love you, just as Dan breathed the same words against Phil's. For a moment they hugged tight before they became reminded of what they had been doing by the little growl of lust that escaped Phil's throat as Dan's cock popped over the edge of his boxers and tickled agains Phil's naked stomach.

'Did you just growl?!"...

"I couldn't help it Dan... it just came out" a naughty grin spread over Phil's face before he added "just like your cock"

"Pervert!" Dan exclaimed as he swatted Phil's arm "Jeans off, now! You are still far to dressed Lester". He started to unbutton and unzip Phil's jeans, loving the feeling of the big hard mound his hand teased against as he drew down the zipper. He knew what to expect but always felt a thrill of excitement when he saw Phil naked. He'd seen some comments in the tags about the supposed size of Phil's dick, but if they only knew just what a beauty he had their eyes would fall out. Phil impatiently stood up to free himself of his jeans more quickly, kicking them off and commanding Dan to take off his t-shirt as he began to slide Dan's boxers down.

Smiling he parted Dan's legs and knelt between them before lowering himself so that the were face to face, cock to cock. He supported himself with one hand arm straight and braced as he took Dan's already hard cock in the other hand and guided his own to rub against it. He held them so their tips stroked against each other as he leant down connecting their lips again. Dan wasn't the least embarrassed to find himself moaning into the kiss, Phil's breath was fast and shallow against his lips and Dan could feel the little shudders that ran through his boyfriends body as he stroked himself against him. "Jesus Phil, fuck me already i'm gonna come before you get to if you're not careful".

Phil just grinned, kissing Dan's nose he stilled for a moment, taking deep breaths to hold back the growing heat in his belly, Dan wasn't the only one who was going to come before he'd finished with him at this rate. Slowly his eyes focussed as he started to kiss his way back down' Dans body, this time the kisses were hot, and passionate leaving a trail of strawberry marks down his boyfriend's long neck, sucking them hard into his collar bone and body. Dan's head swam, his body had started to arch, stiffening and vibrating beneath Phil's kisses, and his breathing had gone from desperate little pants to completely still.

"Breath Dan! I'll take it slow, I just want to tease us a little more before I fuck you, I've missed this so much I don't want it to be over too quickly". "Bastard" was all Dan could manage before Phil's tongue made contact with his over sensitised dark tip. Firm licks with a soft but pointed tongue were being showered over the swollen head. Like butterfly kisses teasing him, flickering around the sensitive rim, dancing across the reddened eye, flicking rhythmically up and down over the hyper sensitive spot where the foreskin joins the tip.

All the time Phil cradles and gently rolled and squeezed Dan's balls, while his thumb pressed gently and rhythmically at his entrance without entering. Dan held his forearm over his eyes which were screwed up and shut tight, he was so close he couldn't speak, his breath was coming so fast and shallow now that he felt he was hyperventilating. Phil noticed only just in time that Dan's face was screwed up in concentration he looked almost in pain, and his whole body had gone rigid and bowed again and started to tremble. He stopped what he was doing immediately, whispering "sorry love, I got carried away". Dan just made a noise, it sounded something like hmff. Phil knew he was trying to calm himself, struggling to pull himself back from the edge, Phil knew he wanted to come with him inside him especially this time, it was special for both of them.

Dan's eyes opened, he was red and breathing hard, his dick twitched rhythmically and pre cum was pooling on his belly beneath it. He looked at Phil kneeling between his legs but rocked back onto his heels, Jesus his dick looked even bigger from that angle. He was smiling at Dan and stroking himself slowly, just waiting for him to calm down enough so he could fuck him. It was a beautiful sight the fine dark line of hair trickling down his pale skin from his belly button to pool in a tight cropped deep brown frame around that magnificent cock he loved so much. He loved the way Phil's pubic hair was a little paler than that on his head, it was nearer his natural colour. Dan loved that only he got to see it.

Phil moved forward his cock nestled against Dan's entrance, slick with pre cum he could feel Dan twitching against him as if it needed him inside. He leant forward to capture the lips of the flushed, hot sweaty man beneath him, God he tasted good. Their mouths open and hot, their tongues entwined and their bodies shuddering already. As they kissed Phil began to make tiny thrusting motions teasing against Dan's hole. One hand stroked over Dan's hip bones and found the slick of warm pre cum pooled around his belly button and rubbed his fingers through it. They were slippery and wet just what he wanted as he moved his hand between Dan's legs and rubber the silky fluid around his entrance and over his own cock. His wet middle finger was slipped into the little pulsing ring of muscle and Dan gasped against his lips as he slowly finger fucked him.

Dan's hands clutched at Phil making little crescent shaped indentations in the pale skin of his back. Slowly one hand slid into sweat damped hair, the other to his butt his hand clenching and squeezing the muscle. He pulled Phil's head back and to the side a little and fastened his lips on his neck almost with the ferocity of a vampire, he sucked and kissed the skin until it bruised, licking over it before moving to another spot Phil's hot salty skin was like a drug, he almost felt as if he could really bite into him, he could feel his pulse hammering against his lips. He kissed and sucked another deep bruise into the pale skin, Phil moaned louder than before and slid his finger out.

"Fuck me Phil, I can't take any more teasing, I don't care if it hurts just get inside me"

Phil didn't need to be asked twice, they were both too far gone to hold back any longer and he thrust against Dan, despite Dan's claim that he didn't care if it hurt Phil knew he was bigger than average and took it gently at first. The effort of not ramming straight in was immense, he slowly pushed himself inside and held himself there, deep inside Dan for a moment so he could adjust before lust took over and their hips started to rock together. Their eyes locked, but unfocussed with the desire that washed over them.

Dan's head pushed back into the bed arching his neck, his breath coming in little pants, while his hands stroked up and down Phil's long smooth back. He let out a deep ragged breaths with each thrust. God he loved this man. He let out a deep breath and reconnected their lips, his long legs wrapped around Phil's thighs, cradling him with arms, and legs as he flipped them over. Phil gave a surprised "hmff" as his back hit the mattress, "ow" he laughed. Dan grinned down at him as he started to ride Phil's beautiful cock. Phil gulped as his eyes traveled over the sight in front of him. Dans long tanned body straddling him, his thighs taught and his cock hard, dribbling and thrusting into the air as he rocked up and down. Phil could see his own cock stretching Dan, his long length appearing then disappearing back into his boyfriend. His mouth fell open, and another groan tore from him as his hips jerked up meeting Dan's movements.

His hand reached out and started to stroke Dan, a little grunt fell from his mouth as he felt Phil's hand start to wank him. Both of them were so close their rhythm was falling apart and they jerked and trembled against each other.

Dan leant forward, taking both Phil's hands in his and stretching them above his head pinning him to the bed as he started to ride him harder and faster, the movements jerky but managing pick up the rhythm for the moment. Little noises of pleasure filled the room with every thrust, their breathing loud and broken. Dan's hands tightened, as Phil pushed up hard into him, holding him there, raised up by force of the thrust. "Dan.. I'mm.." … "Me too!". The heat lashed through them, coiling and searing as they released together. Phil's cock throbbed and jerked inside, Dan could feel every twitch, as he pulsed and contracted hard around Phil the world was white, the world was cherry again as he came hard groaning and panting against Phil's neck.

For what seemed like a long time they lay without moving. Each aware of the others breathless gasps and the pounding of the others heart as their ribcages shuddered with every beat.

Dan was the first to move, he reached out to the box of tissues next to the bed, and lazily grabbed a handful with the minimum amount of physical effort he could get away with. Passing half to Phil, they both began a slow clumsy clean up, Dan wincing slightly as Phil withdrew and he became aware of a slight burn where he started to clench closed. Once they were satisfied with their sleepy mop up effort they lay next to each other, arms thrown over one another and contented smiles on their faces. Not wanting to take their eyes from each other for a moment as they slowly drifted to sleep.

They still had a lot of trust to rebuild, and a lot of talking and planning to do but if anyone could do it they could.