Phan Smut one shots

Ignite the flame ( this isnt really smutty but it involves alot of kissing )

prompt: teenage phan in which they look up types of kisses 'for practice' haahaha

"Have you ever kissed anyone?" Dan asked randomly while both of them were lying on his bed, staring at the ceiling. They'd been talking practically all night, and it was nearly four in the morning now, but they were both wide awake and practically drunk on the night. It was just a casual sleepover or whatever you want to call it, but it was something they did all the time.
"No," Phil responded after a moment. "Have you?"
Dan shook his head a little. It was quiet for a few more minutes and it's a comfortable silence because they're best friends and they can share silence with each other without the pressure of having to fill it.
"Do you want to kiss someone?" Phil asked him, rolling onto his side to look at him. He was just staring absently, eyes glazed over, but then his lips curved up at the corners a little and he moved onto his sides to respond.
"I don't know," he said, but there was a mischievous edge to his voice. "I wonder what it'd be like."
"What are you thinking?" Phil asked a little suspiciously, sitting up and kicking his legs a little.
Dan was silent for a moment.
"Do you want to try kissing?"
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They had an article up on the laptop screen, entitled "types of kisses." It felt kind of ridiculous, because who would even look these things up and write these kinds of articles, but here they were, eyes glazed over on the words.
"The cheek kiss," Dan read from the screen, turning to glance over at Phil, whose eyes were still fixed on the text. Before Phil could even move, Dan pressed his lips to the Phil's cheek quickly.
"Dan!" Phil flinched at the sudden contact. "What-"
"Isn't that what we're going to do?" he asked, blood rushing to his cheeks. "I thought that was the whole idea."
Phil nodded a little, visibly relaxing. "Okay, I just wasn't expecting it."
Dan turned away, facing back towards the laptop unsteadily and he could feel Phil's eyes watching him. Sexuality wasn't something they'd ever talked about, but this wasn't going to mean anything, it was just for practice. The glow of the screen was washing out Dan's features as Phil watched him, eyes tracing over the shape of his lips. He'd never really paid much attention to them before, but having felt them on his cheek he suddenly noticed how full the lower one was and the little indent of his cupid's bow-
"A kiss to ignite the flame," Dan suddenly burst out, laughing and throwing his head back at how ridiculous it sounded. "Kiss the corner of your partner's lips to 'spark some romance.'"
Even as he read it he was laughing, shoulders shaking and chest rising and Phil was laughing too, but it was more of just a chuckle and an upturn of the corner of his mouth, and he couldn't help noticing Dan's teeth and the way his lips formed that charming smile, all these things he'd never noticed before and was suddenly hyper aware of.
"Well go on then," Phil said after a moment, a little sarcastically. "Ignite the flame."
Dan stopped laughing abruptly, a smirk still on his face as he leaned towards Phil and pecked the corner of his mouth. His face lingered a little.
"How was that?" he whispered, inches from Phil's face.
He felt like he was frozen, because it felt kind of good and he didn't know if it was okay to say that, but those brown eyes were right in front of his and glancing down at his lips and he didn't know what was even happening anymore. As soon as it happened Dan pulled away, hand curling over the edge of the laptop and acting as though nothing had happened.
He didn't really realize how much Dan had taken control of the situation, but it should have been more obvious with the way he was the one reading the screen and how he was the one initiating all the kissing, but Phil didn't really think he wanted to be in control of it.
"The next one's called the throbbing kiss," Dan said, sounding almost disgusted. "That sounds awful."
"What is it?" Phil asked quietly, scooting his chair closer to Dan's.
"It says you place kisses all over the other's lips," he read, snickering a little. "That name is so misleading though."
Phil nodded in agreement, eyebrows furrowed at this one. "So are you going to kiss me or am I going to kiss you?"
Dan turned to face him, surprised by the abrupt question and watched him for a moment. "I don't care."
Their eyes were locked, and Dan was staring at Phil and trailing his eyes over all of his features and both of them didn't know what was really going to come out of this, but it was just for practice. It means nothing, it's just for practice.
So Phil leaned forward and lightly pressed his lips to the left side of Dan's, pulling them back before Dan could even react and pressing another kiss to the other side of his mouth. He did that one, two, three more times before letting his lips linger a little and then sitting back.
Dan's lips were warm, albeit slightly chapped, but they felt nice against Phil's. And Dan didn't really dislike the feel of Phil's lips on his own.
But Dan didn't like boys like that; he liked girls, with their small waists and round hips and the way their nails were always smooth and shiny and everything about them was shiny and smooth, he liked that about girls. He liked kissing girls and feeling their thin fingers curl around his waist and knotting his fingers into their long hair and how small they felt against his body.
Although now he was finding himself picturing Phil's hands on him, long fingers pressed roughly against his skin and broad shoulders underneath his hands and the smell of cologne in his nose and the taste of Phil on his tongue. But he wasn't gay. He wasn't.
It was quiet for a moment before Phil pushed Dan's hand out of the way, leaning over to read the screen.
"The next one is called the askew kiss," he announced, raising his eyebrows a little. "It says to tilt your head slightly and kiss your partner with a bit of pressure."
He sat back into his chair and watched Dan's eyes snap over to him, watching a sort of turmoil in his eyes that was quickly clouded over. Dan arched his back a little and leaned forwards towards Phil.
"You go right, I'll go left?" he suggested.
"You're such an idiot," Phil said, smirking a little. "We'll both end up going the same way. Just go right."
Dan opened his mouth to protest but then realized Phil was right, giving in and leaning towards Phil, both of their heads tilting right.
And then their lips met, pressed softly against each other, and neither of them knew what to do, instead just sitting there somewhat uncomfortably, mouths attached but not moving. But then Dan parted his lips a little and Phil's moved with his of their own accord. They were breathing into each other mouth's a little, and then Dan pulled back and the little popping sound of parting lips sounded in the room.
Phil smiled without even realizing it. He didn't know what he was really thinking, because this couldn't have been a good idea-kissing your best friend and claiming it meant nothing, because kissing always had some kind of emotional attachment to it and they weren't stupid and they both must have known this, but right now they didn't seem to care.
Phil was smiling because Dan's lips felt nice against his, they felt warm and the smell of Dan that close and feeling his nose pressed against his skin just a little was almost comforting and he wanted to do it again.
"What's the next one?" Phil asked.
"The French kiss," Dan answered, pursing his lips a little. "I'm pretty sure you know what that one is."
In response Phil stuck his tongue out, rolling his eyes back a little and mockingly licking his bottom lip. Dan laughed a little, grabbing the arm of Phil's chair and wheeling him closer.
He slid his arms around Phil's waist this time to pull him closer, pressing their lips together again.
Dan hadn't really thought about it, but he liked the feel of Phil's body underneath his arms and as he parted their lips again and licked along Phil's lower lip he liked the taste of Phil and how there wasn't any sticky lip gloss or plastic tasting lip stick or flavored lip balm. The taste was just Phil and it couldn't really be described beyond that.
Phil opened his mouth a little more as Dan's tongue pushed past his lips, and then they brushed against each other, and it was kind of weird and a little gross but then Phil disconnected their lips only to press them together again. Before they could even think about it they were kissing, like actually kissing, and it didn't really feel like practice anymore.
Their lips were moving together and tongues were meeting halfway between open mouths, Phil's hands curling around Dan's face and around his shoulder, both of them starting to run out of breath.
Dan pulled back first, breathing heavily, opening his eyes slowly and waiting for Phil to react first. He didn't know what to say and he didn't know how to react because he liked it. Phil was a damn good kisser and he was wondering if Phil actually needed practice or if he was looking for something else.
He pushed the thought out of his mind though because there was no way in hell Phil would be interested in him like that. But he couldn't help but wonder.
"Do you think we need to practice anymore?" Phil whispered, his mouth still inches from Dan's. Dan smirked a little, throwing all caution to the wind.
"Well," he started, pressing his lips to Phil's jaw. Phil tensed a little but then relaxed, Dan's mouth warm against his skin. "The next one is called the neck kiss, so I could get started on that one if you want."
Before Phil could even answer, Dan's lips were on his neck, pressing soft kisses against the skin. Phil moaned a little without even realizing it, quickly closing his mouth because he wasn't supposed to be getting pleasure from this. It wasn't supposed to have any weight attached to it.
Dan bit down on Phil's skin, quite unexpectedly, and Phil twisted his fingers into Dan's hair and pulled his face back, gazing at him for a moment as if deciding what to do next before pressing his lips back to Dan's.
The kiss was a little bit rougher this time, mouths moving in a new found rhythm and Dan was moaning into Phil's mouth and neither of them were thinking anymore. Phil nibbled on Dan's lower lip and dragged the tips of his fingers down his neck, listening to him groan a little in response.
"The next one was actually the biting kiss," Phil whispered against Dan's lips, "but I guess you were trying to avoid me kissing your neck."
Dan hissed a little in response, tightening his grip on Phil's waist. Phil moved his lips to Dan's neck, just barely pressing them against the skin and feeling Dan tense under him.
He snickered a little, kissing along the skin and on the underside of his jaw, nibbling on the edge of it and moving to his collarbones, tugging back the top of his jumper.
"Is this okay?" he asked. Dan just nodded.
He kissed along his collarbones, biting down on them every now and then and moving his lips slowly back up, dragging his teeth along Dan's skin and listening to him moan loudly in response.
"Phil," he moaned.
At that, Phil pulled back sharply, as if just now realizing what was actually happening. They locked eyes, both of them almost petrified, and then Dan burst out into laughter, dropping his hands from Phil.
"What's so funny?" Phil asked.
"We just fucking made out," Dan laughed.
"I still don't see how it's funny," he continued.
Dan studied him for a moment, amusement in his eyes. Neither of them knew what to say.
"You liked it," Phil said quietly after a moment. "I liked it. It wasn't just practice, you know that right?"
Dan couldn't really deny it, so instead of saying anything, he leaned forward and kissed him again.
"You didn't really need practice, did you?" he mumbled against Phil's lips.
"Nope," Phil whispered, tangling his fingers into Dan's hair.
And he didn't know what that made them, but he didn't really want to think about that right now.