Phan one shots

Paint covered hands

Summary: Dan is a painter and Phil models for him.
Type: fluffy...
Triggers: none I think.
Word count: 1.3k

Dan knew that to pass this art test he had to paint a living model. You see when Dan paints he needs to be in a quiet place away from stressful people and the anxiety of thinking about things to say. His brain is about to exploded when his model walks in. "This is Phil lester, he has volunteered to be your model." His art teacher rambled. Dans hands itched to paint this boy. He hand black hair that shone in light to give it a blue tint. His hair framed his face in a style similar to Dans but the sides of his head was shaved. His fringe framed his face and piercing blue eyes shone out at Dan.

"Hi I'm Phil." He stuck out his hand to shake Dans. Dan graciously accepted the chance to touch this beautiful stranger but was alarmed when he pulled away. Looking down at his hands Dan groaned. "I didn't even realize I had paint on my hands im so sorry!" Dan said. Phil only laughed and told him not to worry about it.

"Okay so for the painting I want to paint a casual painting." Phil nods and begins to sort out his pose. The art teacher gives Dan a kind nod and walks out of his studio. Dan looked back at Phil to see him sitting and looking at his hands. His black hair fell in front of his face but you could still see his stunning blue eyes.

"Don't move!" Dan exclaimed. Phil giggled but didn't move. He whipped out a pencil and began to sketch his lanky figure. "So Dan, your trying to get your major in art?" Phil questioned. Dan made a noise that could be interpreted as yes. Phil smiled a bit and Dan sketched the curve of his lips before his smile fell.

Dan drew his cheekbones and his noticeable freckles and spots on his arms and face. Phil looked up. "Can I see it so far?" Dan nodded and turned his canvas to show the boy. "That's not me!" Phil exclaimed. Dan nodded. "Yeah it is!" Phil laughed. "That boy is beautiful!" Dan's expression changed. "But that is you. Now look down at your hands and be quiet."

Phil obeyed and Dan finished the last lines in pencil. Swiftly he opened the paints he needed. Black, for his hair. Dark blue and dark purple, for his shirt. Bright blue, green, and yellow, for his eyes. White and peach for his pale skin. He mixed the white and peached began to bring his sketch to life.

"You are beautiful, you know." Dan spoke up, breaking the silence. Phil blushed a bit. "I'm really not but thank you." Dan said nothing in response but opened a light pink to capture his blush as well. Dan only continued his compliments. "You have lovely hair and eyes. Your body is very slim and lanky giving you and really nice figure." Phil blushed more.

"Dan are you trying to flirt with me?" Phil asked. Dan grinned cheekily. "Hey I'll flirt with any cute boy." Phil smiled wider and silence took over. They exchanged glances and smiled as Dan painted. "Hey Phil, what do you do for a living?" Dan asked. Phil's eyes lit up. "I'm a journalist. I'm writing a book at the moment." He replied. Dan colored in Phil's shirt while he talked.

"What's your book about?" He asked. Phil smiled and began to rant about his story. "I'm writing a book about self help and how to get through hard times. I talk about things I needed to know as a child." He paused to take a breath. "It's called things I needed to know." Dan grinned. "And what did you need to know sir Phillip."

"I needed to know about sexuality and it's okay to be sad or angry. I needed to know it doesn't get easier it gets harder and you just have to get used to it." I wasn't really sure but it looked like he had tears slipping down his cheeks. I quickly noted his tears to the painting.

"You know as a child I really needed someone to tell me the truth blunt and honest not sugar coated or it will get better. So that's why I'm writing this book." He concluded his rant and Dan paused to look up from my painting. "I think I might be in love with you." Dan joked. Phil laughed a bit but Dan could see the blush on his cheeks.

"Can I see it?" Phil asks. "I'm not done." Dan warns. Phil nods and Dan turns the painting towards him. Phil gasps at the beautiful half colored sketch. Inside the painting was a man sitting in a chair. His hair covered most of his face but his eyes shone bright blue. Tears rolled down his pale face. His hands were folded in his lap.

Phil had to admit, it was a somber painting. Glancing back at Dan Phil realized he was waiting for a response. "Woah." Phil breathed. He laughed and shook his head. "I think I'm gonna redo it." Phil jumped up and waved his hands like a crazy person. "No! You can't! This is so good!" After his shouting a blush spread a crossed his cheeks when he realized the commotion he had caused.

"Thanks Phil. I'm not that great, really." Phil gasped. "You know that episode of Doctor Who where they meet Vincent Van Gogh? He always thought his art was bad but they brought him to see his art in the future. That's just like you!" Dan snorted. "I won't complain if Matt Smith comes to give me a ride in the TARDIS." Phil's giggled but soon his eyes widened. "Wait you watch doctor who?" Dan nodded. "A bit, I guess." Phil smiled. "What else do you watch?" Dan breathed out. "I'll paint while I talk."

Soon enough two hours had past and Dan finished. After showing Phil his work and getting a big thumbs up Phil invited him for coffee. They ordered and Dan groaned because Phil insisted on paying. They both sat in a booth near the window. "Where have you been my whole life?" Dan asked. Phil smiled and replied. "Waiting for someone like you." Dan smirked. "That was cheesy." They both snickered. "Coffee for Dan and Phil?" The barista declared. They both rushed up to grab the drinks, thanking the woman behind the counter.

An hour later they walked side by side down the street. Phil had begged Dan to let him walk the other home. reluctantly agreed. They were nearing Dan's apartment when Phil laced their fingers together. He smiled and swung their arms a bit.

When they reached Dans apartment he let go of Phil's hand. "I want to see you again." Dan blurted. He immediately smacked himself. "I'm sorry. You don't have too." Phil giggled. "Of course, here let me give you my number." Dan waited while Phil punched in the digits of his phone number. He finished in a few seconds and handed Dan's phone back to him.

"Do you want to come inside?" Phil have him a sorry look. "I can't, my moms flights comes in tonight and I've got to go meet her, maybe next week?" Dan nodded and said goodbye to the beautiful boy in front of him. Phil waved as he walked away. Dan sighed.

He was so whipped.

The moment Phil got into his car he texted Dan.

Hey

He put his phone on his dash and started up his car.

Hi

I want to see you again.

Phil smiled and texted back.

Let's meet up again this weekend at my flat?

Phil pulled out of the parking lot.

It's a date.