Phan Fluff!Chapter 7: Radio Show
DAN'S POV
To give Phil a break, I was the chef and made us both stir fry. It was quarter to 7, a few hours before we'd have to go to BBC headquarters for our radio show.Phil was queuing up a game of Mario Kart for us as I finished up putting some more seasonings in our stir fry and getting us some beer."Daaaan, is dinner just about ready?" Phil called anxiously from the lounge. "Yup, give me a few more moments, I'm almost done here..." I said, getting the hot food onto plates as fast as I could. A few times I almost dropped the plates though, and gave out small yelps. I heard Phil laughing hoarsely from the lounge, ending in a coughing fit. Thank goodness it was only a mild case of laryngitis.I entered the lounge to find Phil fiddling with Crossy Road, no surprise. There was Mario Kart set up on the TV, with two controllers set on either side of the couch for the two of us. I smiled and giggled a bit: "Here we are!"Phil looked up and reached to grab his plate. "Careful, it's a bit hot... I literally just finished cooking it," I warned Phil. He smiled and gave a meek "Thanks". Poor Phil. When I heard more and more common coughing fits and heard his voice start to give, I asked that we go see a doctor. He asked if I join him, "for, you know... moral support." We went to A&E and I held his hand the whole time.Phil had already dug into his stir fry and his eyes lit up. "Dan!" he said with a mouthful of tofu, "this is really good!" I blushed. "Thanks." "You should cook more often," Phil said. "Are you just trying to get out of doing cooking?!" "...maybe...." I laughed at Phil's response and we finished up our meals to start a game of Mario Kart.This was probably the only time Phil actually cursed: he wasn't on camera and there was so much pressure on him. He wasn't a sailor, but Phil definitely threw around "asshole" quite a few times in a playful way. He ended with a frustrated screech when I won, and gave my arm a light punch. I couldn't stop myself from laughing. "Phil, calm down! It's just a game," I insisted. "Whatever," he mumbled, drinking a bit of his beer. "Maybe you shouldn't have any more of that..." I said, reaching for the drink. Phil sighed and handed it to me. "I probably shouldn't have it, we have the show soon anyways." I snapped my head up: "OH CRAP! THE SHOW!"
You see, Phil and I were still in our pajamas, with Phil in his cookie monster footies and me in just a pair of boxers and a YouTube shirt. We scrambled for our rooms to get changed, and I'm pretty sure I heard Phil put the dirty dishes in the dishwasher once he was done changing.
"Can I join you?" he asked as I was in the bathroom brushing my teeth. Phil looked so incredibly handsome, with a navy buttoned shirt and skinny jeans. Not to mention his new haircut gave him +10000 to that. I jolted myself out of my thoughts and nodded in response. Phil smiled at me and then reached for his toothbrush and paste, brushing his teeth in our silence. I felt so awkward all of a sudden, and then anxiety took me over. This always happens, I swear. But the worry subsided when Phil put a hand on my back. He looked up at me: "I'm excited for our show." I nodded, then warned, "Me too. But you know I'll be making a bit of fun of your voice." Phil groaned and rinsed his toothbrush off. "Oh no... please don't," he said, poking his tongue out and giving a small smile. I wrapped my arm around his waist and pulled him close to me. "It just fills me with joy that I get to do a radio show with my number one favorite nerd," I said, and tapped the tip of his nose. Phil blushed hard and giggled, covering his laughter with his hand. "Oh Dan," he sighed, and turned to hug me. I held him like that for a little bit until he finished it with kissing my cheek and walking out of the bathroom. "Hey!" I called after him, chasing out of the bathroom after him. Phil was already at the top of the stairs, about to go back into the lounge. "Yes?" He asked. "I just wanted to know if you could give me some more of those kisses again after the show...?" I said hesitantly. Phil beamed. "We'll see."
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"Got your coat?" I asked Phil as we were just about to leave the studio. "Yup! Let's go."
The travel back home was in silence, but immediately as I unlocked the door to our flat, Phil guided me to the wall, so my back was against it and I was face to face with the man I loved so much. That's when he kissed me. It was as if all my favorite songs were playing, as if I were eating all my favorite candies, or like if I had won a thousand games of Mario Kart. All from a small kiss.
"Phil..." I mumbled through our kisses, but all I could hear were Phil's husky giggles. I could hear him breathing heavily, threading his hands through my hair and my hands through the loops of his jeans. I heard him moan faintly, and then giggle. Phil couldn't keep a straight face with me if he tried. I bit Phil's lip softly, and he made a moan and moved to give me kisses on my neck.
And the moon was out, shining in through the windows. Just us, in the atmosphere. It was Phil caught up in the giggles and moans and me flying through the kisses and hugs. I could feel my head pounding and my heart throbbing and I thought I was going to explode, so I just kept kissing Phil... and as we're kissing more and more I just want to keep kissing him more and more. Wanting to kiss him to thank him and kiss him to make him happy and kiss him to just love him, and I know he's thinking the same.
So I give him a long, long kiss. I kiss him hard until his lips pucker, and pull him into an embrace. "You're such a dork," I hear him whisper. I just laugh quietly and kiss the top of his head. Phil hugs me tighter, and I sigh with pleasure. I never thought I would get to do that... and now I have, and I feel so celestial.
Phil pulls back to give me one quick kiss, and then I hear his phone buzz. "It's two in the morning, Dan!" he says with laughter. I smile in the dark and walk him down the hallway. "Is it time to say goodnight?" I ask, a bit sad. Phil nods, or so I think... it's pitch black in the house. I feel him put his hands around the back of my neck, and kiss me one last time. "Goodnight, Bear," he says softly before drifting off into his room.
And then it's just me in the hallway, and I'm boiling with pure joy. "Goodnight Lion," I whisper to Phil's closed door, then go into my room, closing the door behind me.
My bedsheets are still drawn back from the morning. I strip off my clothes, down to my boxers, and crawl under them, letting the lull of the hushed city noise bring me to sleep. Phil kept his promise like how he always does, and that made me happier than I've been in so long.
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It's been eight hours since Phil gave me so much love in the hallway, so to repay him I got myself up early to make him some breakfast. Eggs and toast and some strawberries from Tesco should do the trick. I text his phone before I enter his room; it's just how we do it here in the Dan and Phil Household. He replies back instantly: Only if you stay and have a few bites with me xx
Dan:of course! which mug would you like?
Phil:Jake the Dog, please!!
Dan:as you wish xx
I fill the Jake mug to the brim with hot chocolate and bring the plate of food into Phil's room. Phil's sitting there on his bed in boxers and a T-shirt, messing around on Twitter. He looks up when he sees me, and beams. "Thank you so much for this, Dan! Hopefully this'll soothe my throat," he says, taking the mug from my hands as I set the plate down in his lap. "Please join me," he says softly before taking a sip of his hot chocolate. I smile and sit down next to him on top of the sheets. I reach to steal a strawberry and Phil laughs into his cocoa. "Hey!" he says, swatting at my hand. I just grin. "Almost tastes as sweet as you." Phil blushes at this but gives me a quick peck on the lips. "Your lips taste like coconut," he says, picking up the fork from the plate to get a forkful of eggs. "Coconut? Must've been my lip balm," I say. "Whatever it is, I could get used to the taste of it," he replies flirtatiously with a wink. Now it's my turn to blush. "Give me a kiss you twat," I say, my face burning. Phil leans in to give me some more kisses. His kiss is a rosebud blooming, and it's so lovely. I could get used to this too.
