Wake Up

Chapter 3

Lips connected, and both bodies automatically relaxed. Phil held Dan close by the back of his head as their lips moved together in a rough but gentle rhythm, and Dan kept a hold of Phil with his arms wrapped around him. The pace quickened, and the kisses became more fervent. Hands rubbed against the bodies of each other, feeling anything they could. Satisfaction consumed Phil first as he tilted his head against the backboard of the bed, allowing Dan's lips to travel down to his neck. His lips puckered and kissed the skin multiple times, before he opened his mouth a bit and began sucking and biting the soft skin on Phil's neck. This caused Phil's heart to race with passion, and a pleasurable noise escaped his lips.
"Dan, please," begged Phil in a breathy voice.
Dan looked up and smirked at the beautiful sight he had made possible. He lowered his head down to Phil's ear.
"I'm going to kiss you until you can no longer speak," he whispered huskily.
This sent chills down Phil's spine, and he craved for more.
"Please do," Phil said, heaving a shaky sigh.
Dan couldn't resist any longer, and fervently kissed every inch of Phil's face, neck, all the way down to his collarbones. Phil's hands found the back of Dan's neck and brought it closer to him. His neck being his sensitive spot, Dan winced and felt chills travel down his back. Phil's hands traveled up to Dan's hair and his fingers ran through the softness of his curls. Dan's lips made their way to Phil's chest, kissing and tugging his chest hair with his teeth.
"Fucking hell," Phil breathed out with gratification.
Dan lifted his head and went back to Phil's lips. Tender, and full of love. They both hummed into the kisses with bliss stirring in their hearts. Dan pulled away, gently biting Phil's bottom lip and pulling it away from his mouth with lustful intention. A thin strand of saliva kept them together while being millimeters away from each other.
"Tell me that felt good," Dan said huskily, but Phil could barely form words, let alone a sentence to say how good it felt.
Only a sigh was heard from him and a ghostly smile on his face. Dan smirked before leaning back down to continue.

Next stop, Manchester Piccadilly Station.

Dan's eyes fluttered open, and he lifted his head so fast, he banged it against the back of his seat. He groaned and rubbed the back of his head gently trying to soothe the pain. It took him a second to remember where he was and what he was doing. He looked down at a sleeping Phil with his head still on Dan's shoulder. That's right. They were on a train headed to Manchester for the day. Then Dan remembered back to the dream he just had. It felt so real. Like a memory. A very distant memory.
Soon, Phil lifted his head off of Dan's shoulder, and brushed the hair out of his eyes. He yawned tiredly.
"Are we almost there?" He asked dazily.
"Almost," Dan said, and gave a small yawn.
"Did you sleep well?"
Phil smiled at the care that displayed in Dan's voice.
"I did," he said, and his eyes shifted from gladness to confusion. "But I had a very odd dream."
Dan felt his heart drop into his stomach, and swallowed hard.
"W-What was it about?" He asked, trying to keep his voice steady. Phil looked at him, and rubbed his chin sophisticatedly, trying to fix his concentration on his dream.
"You were there with me," he began, "and we went to this abandoned restaurant. The only people that were in there were a couple of security guards. And we tried not to get caught as we took food that looked like it was freshly made."
Dan felt intrigued by this dream, but it definitely couldn't compare to the one he had.
"Then," Phil continued, "we were in this small room together, and you pulled me close by the collar of my jacket..."
Dan froze, and his eyes widened a smidge, but it wasn't noticeable enough for Phil to see.
"And then," Phil continued on, "you pulled a corgi out of my jacket, and then I woke up."
Dan looked away from Phil and let out a light chuckle. He did not expect that.
"You have the oddest dreams," he joked.
Phil laughed lightly, which made Dan's heart light up, and a small smile spread across his face.
"I do, don't I?" Phil said, looking out of the train window.
Soon, the train came to a slow stop. They had arrived back in Manchester. The two got off the train, and took in the sight of the station. Memories flooding back to their minds all at once. Phil turned to Dan.
"Where to first?"