Wake Up

Chapter 5

Firewood snapped and crackled within the fireplace of the lounge. The fire was the only source of light within the room where two shaded silhouettes kissed fervently while sitting on the floor in front of the fire. They pushed each other back and forth with forceful and passionate kisses. Their dress shirts were unbuttoned but they were still fully clothed otherwise. Their hands explored their bodies with every gentle but rough touch. The fire continued to crackle and burn bright, while the two moaned each other's names and their hearts burned with passion.
With one final push of his lips, they fell backwards with one on top of the other. They both panted heavily while staring deeply into each other's eyes, and holding each other's faces in their hands. They felt beads of sweat forming on their foreheads from the warmth of the fire and their deep admiration for each other.
Dan lowered his head and planted soft kisses on Phil's lips and jawline. Phil's breath hitched before he sighed gratifyingly.
"Dan," he breathed.
"Dan, would you...will you..."
He could barely word a sentence with satisfaction consuming him. Dan lifted his head and lowered it again to press a tender kiss on Phil's lips. He then licked Phil's bottom lip, and Phil teased back by gently biting Dan's tongue which caused Dan to let out a small whimper.
"Oh, Phil," Dan groaned softly.
He looked into Phil's eyes dreamily.
"Will you marry me?"
Phil lifted his head, and pressed his forehead to Dan's. He still could barely form a sentence.
"Oh," he breathed, and stifled a small laugh.
Their lips met again, but less fervent and more soft. Finally, Phil opened his mouth to speak, and said to him in a voice so soft-
Beep! Beep! Beep! Beep!
Dan bolted upright from the shock of the sound of his alarm clock. He panted heavily, and slammed the snooze button in frustration. He rubbed his eyes and ran his fingers through his hair.
"Damn alarm clock," he grumbled to himself.
He laid back down, and stared up at the patterns on his ceiling. Another weird dream. It had been a week since the last, and Dan felt awful about it. He didn't like thinking of his best friend that way, it made things weird the next day. But at the same time, he couldn't help but smile after having those dreams. The feeling of being held and touched by Phil was something he thought to be gentle and full of warmth. He thought of the feeling of their lips touching way too often. He imagined them as soft and tender, moving together in a rhythmic manner. Dan finally sighed sadly. It was just too good to be real.
Dan picked up a journal from his bedside table with the front cover reading:
Dan's Journal
If you just picked this up, respectfully, fuck off!
He sat up and flipped to a blank page to write down his most recent dream in all the details he could remember. The passionate kissing, their hands feeling and rubbing each other's bodies, the warmth of the crackling fire.
Knock! Knock!
Dan jumped at the sound and put a hand on his chest.
"Dan?" Phil's muffled voice from the other side of the door questioned. "Dan, are you awake?"
Dan heaved a sigh of relief, and closed his journal, placing it in his bedside table drawer. He pulled on his robe, and opened the door to see Phil looking at him happily.
"I'm awake," Dan said, chuckling lightly and leaning against the doorframe. "What is it?"
Phil's eyes suddenly widened and he opened his arms with confusion.
"Dan," he exclaimed, "we're meeting with PJ and Louise after lunch!"
Dan's cheeks suddenly burned a bright red as he looked down at his watch. 11:36am.
"Oh sh—," he panicked. "Give me three minutes!"
Dan slammed the door shut, and scrambled to get a pair of jeans, a dark t-shirt, and some socks on. He looked into the mirror to see his messy curls and cringed. He took his brush and attempted to brush out the curls, but failed to do so.
"Fuck it," Dan muttered, and dashed out of his door into the lounge.
After having brunch, Dan and Phil were off to visit their friends at Louise's house. It wasn't just a visit though, they were collaborating for a group halloween costume.
"Are you kidding?" Dan asked with a hint of humor.
"I am not," Louise replied, shaking her head.
"We're doing Scooby Doo!"
Dan looked at Phil, who smiled at him as if to say "please?"
PJ caught this little moment, and jutted his bottom lip in a pout towards Dan. Dan chuckled, and then sighed, looking at Louise.
"Alright," he said finally.
"So who's going in a skirt, other than Louise?"
PJ looked at Louise and took a sharp breath through his teeth. He looked back at Dan with sympathy.
"You are," he said, almost as if he regretted his choice of words, but not really.
Dan quietly face palmed and sighed again.
"You're all trying to make me look gay, aren't you?" Dan asked, trying to hide his beet red face.
Louise, feeling slightly guilty, walked up to Dan and took his hand away from his face, looking at him in his eyes.
"Not gay," she said in a gentle tone, "fabulous. We will make you look fabulous."
Dan snorted slightly, and softened up a little. He uncovered his face and let out a genuine laugh.
"Alright," he said, "let's go shopping!"