Adopted by Dan and Phil

~Heat~

Hey guys Brielle here🌟

This chapters going to be a little, different. I really hope you all enjoy this chapter as much as I did writing it. And do not fear, we shall embark back to Ella's story in the next chapter. But for now, enjoy^.^

Dans Pov:
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Phil lay on dans side Dan, his arm snaked around Dans waist and laid his head above his bare chest. Dan sleepily smiled at his lover and tugged occasionally at small strands of Phils' hair, running his fingers through it. After a while, they noticed Ella had fallen asleep- that tent must have been incredibly comfy. Suddenly, at an instant, Dan noticed Phils' mouth begin to twitch into an adorable small smile.
"What's up Phil?" He smirked.
Phil then turned his head to look up at Dan. "I just love hearing your heart beat."
Dans eyes crinkled at the corners and he pulled a face. "Oh god Phil how cheesy."
"I don't even like cheese."
Dan silently laughed at his comment and then bit his lip a little. His eyes met Phils and they crossed gazes.
"What are you thinking Dan?" He then asked, not averting his gaze.

The room was silent. All you could hear were the sounds of their raspy breaths and silence. Phil lifted himself off Dan and pulled himself up so he was sitting cross-legged beside him. Dan, still lying down, turned to the side to look at Phil. His pupils were dilated and his hair was rougher than usual. It had stray hairs flying in different directions and was not as straight. Dan bit down at his lip again, this time harder. His eyes then looked down from Phil's eyes to his lips and back to his eyes.
Dan said in a low tone,
"Let's try something."

Phil's voice caught in his throat. Dans words sent chills all over his body. Dan then shifted his weight and moved himself to sit on his knees facing Phil.
"You know Dan," Phil laughed to himself. "I'd love to know what goes on in that mind of yours."
"This."
Without hesitation, Dan pushed himself forwards, catching Phil by surprise, making a short gasp escape his parted lips, and smashed his lips into Phil's. At first, Phil was hesitant and unsure, but soon he gave in, and returned the kiss. It was rougher than the other ones they had shared. Now, it was as if they were each other's life line, each other's drug.

Dans arms raised and tangled in Phil's ebony hair, tugging and pulling at it, wrapping it round his fingertips. Phil instead snaked his arms around Dans waist and firmly held onto his angular hipbones. Dans mind had gone blank. All he knew in his mind was that he needed and desired Phil and everything about him. His touch, his smile, his everything. And as their intimacy progressed the more his feeling took control over him.

Dan began to hungrily lick Phil's lower lip, begging for entrance. Now Dan was desperate. Phil let out a silent moan as he felt Dan tug his hair aggressively. Dan smirked into the kiss. This gave him the opportunity to slip in his tongue. Phil was about to pull away, when he realized how amazing it felt and returned the favor by slipping his tongue against his.

Up to now they had been cautious with their kiss, it was rough and their tongues mingled and danced alongside each other. Yet their hands had remained in their place. As it progressed, Phil's hands began to wonder over Dans bare chest. Sending pleasurable shivers down his spine and around his shaken body. His hands raked Dans sides and explored every aspect of him. Every flaw and imperfection, he admired all of him. After a while of doing so, Dan finally gave in and moaned into the kiss, giving them a chance to breathe.

'Fuck the universe' Dan thought to himself, as he lowered his hands from Phil's hair and made his way to the hem of his cotton blue pyjama top. Phil raised his arms as Dan lifted it off him and flung it to the side. Instead of proceeding back to their wild kiss, Dan kissed a sweet line of fiery kisses from Phil's ear, down his well structured jawline and then trailed down his neck. He then stopped at his collarbone and brought himself back to Phil. This time they did not kiss, they merely stayed there frozen. Foreheads touching, body's sticking with sweat, breath panting. Gazing into each others eyes,
Filled with lust and love.
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"You know Dan," Phil laughed to himself. "I'd love to know what goes on in that mind of yours."
"Dan?"
Dan came back to reality and shook his head multiple times. His heart was racing. What had happened.
'Was that not real?' Dan thought to himself filled with shock. 'Did I just imagine all this?'
"Dan?" Phil said impatiently.
"Yeah sorry,"
Phil sighed, "you were staring off into space for ages. What were you thinking about?"

Dan began to stutter, nervous sweat dripped down his brow. "N-nothing, don't worry about it."
"We're you imaging me, Dan?"
"What!" He said abruptly. "No! Of course not-"
"I'm not stupid Dan." He said.
Dan was confused on what he meant, he then saw Phil's eyes flicker quickly from his face to his lower half. He then understood what he was saying.
"Oh god," he lifted himself and crossed his legs to face Phil. "This is so awkward."

Phil smirked, he seemed to be enjoying Dans embarrassing torture.
"We're you thinking of us?" He asked cheekily.
"What the, Phil! Don't ask that." Dan was now an incredibly bright pink.
"Was it dirty?" Phil purred with delight.
Dan couldn't take it anymore. "Yes it was and stop pestering me about it 'cause it's pretty embarrassing and-"
And just like that, Phil silenced him by pressing his open soft lips onto Dans and slowly letting them shut. It was a short brief kiss and defiantly wasn't as heated as Dans imagine one. But it was as special as any kiss for him.

Phil lingered away from Dans lips, "let's go to sleep. I think we've forgotten that Ella is in fact in the same room as us." 
"Crap," Dan said out loud.
"It's okay though." Phil assured "she's fast asleep."
They both tucked under the covers, sticky with sweat from the heat. After a short while of not being able to sleep, Dan asked.
"Erm Phil..."
"Hmm?"
"This is going to be really, really awkward but,"
"But?"
"It's boiling. Is it okay if I jut sleep in my boxers?"
"Y-yeah." Phil said unsurely.

It was pitch black, so he did so in the comfort of the darkness as he would not be seen and climbed back into bed.
"You know Phil I really like you." Dan admitted taking hold of his hand and lacing his fingers with Phil's.
And though he knew Phil was awake, he instantly could tell something was wrong. Phil had not replied to him and the sensation of Phil's hand on his own was not like earlier. As Dan fell asleep, a particular question wondered through his head.
"Did I say something, wrong?"