Phan Oneshots Smut and Fluff

A More Gentle Mirror

The evening was dying down, not that Phil could tell.

Phil was in the middle of the dancing crowd, jumping higher than anybody else. Making it a competition. His calves were starting to hurt, aching like his lungs, all begging him to only bounce to the music like everyone else. He liked jumping, though. The fast pace made his wobbly body more rubbery and his heart was pounding along to the base. With his height, every lift allowed him to see above every single head. All of his friends, the strangers they had invited, his eyes locked on the makeshift bar.

Locked on the bar where Dan sat, waiting for a drink. Or maybe he already had it, and was just chatting with that man next to him for fun. Either way, Phil's favourite person was taking far too long and he felt bored without him.

His friends tried to say something to him, something about the song. At first he didn't get it, but the music got louder, brighter, happier as Dan approached. Phil understood exactly what they meant about it being a great song, it was so fun to listen to all of the sudden. It may be his new favourite.

"Here, I brought you a drink!" Dan's voice floated to the beat. The exclamation made Phil's head sway back and forth as he decided whether or not he needed anything else to drink tonight. He wouldn't have even thought about it if it weren't for the one in front of his face. Phil had well exceeded his limit, he hadn't even known by how much. They were celebrating, though, he was in such a great mood! The grin on his cheeks hadn't left all night and he felt like he was fucking floating.

He went off balance as he went back and forth on it, grabbing on to Dan to steady himself. For Dan's sake, he took the drink. For his own, he told himself he wouldn't actually drink it.

By the end of the night, he had drank it and while he was sure to regret it in the morning he wasn't then. Even as the crowd dwindled down to handfuls, Phil stayed high. It wasn't until everyone left, only members of the house and their plus ones, that Phil thought about how nice his floor bed was about to be.

They would clean in the morning, they told themselves.

Phil said he would help, seeing as Dan had invited him as well as provided a place to stay. Right next to him in his bedroom. He rented the place with a few other lads in his year. Phil, older than them, had met Dan too late. He had just graduated while Dan was just starting. Still, their friend groups mingled often and Phil knew his place on the floor. He had made himself many beds there on countless occasions.

He gathered all the blankets from all the places he knew Dan tucked them away and nestled beneath his makeshift covers. Eyes begging to close, he waited for the lights to finally turn off, but they never did.

He glanced up at the figure standing near the dresser. Dan was staring into his vanity, watching himself as his fingers poked and prodded at skin and hair. Phil waited for him to stop whatever it was he was doing and switch off the light, go to his bed like Phil so desperately craved, but minutes passed and he hadn't moved.

"What are you doing?" Phil asked at last.

Dan didn't answer and instead turned to join Phil on the ground. Phil sat up so they were face to face, sensing Dan had something to say because he still hadn't turned out the light.

"Am I attractive?"

The question came out of nowhere.

And Phil had no clue how to answer it. His immediate response was, "I don't know," defensively. He didn't know why he said it, why he felt defensive about it, either. The answer was yes, plain and simple, but why couldn't he get out the word? Dan stared, blankly, waiting. "You're not not attractive," Phil tried again, wincing, because even he knew that wasn't much of a compliment.