A Life Of Pretending

The Hawaiian Shirt

Dan woke up in the afternoon to a dark and eerie bedroom. The clouds hung heavy in the sky and a silence fell upon the flat. He wiped at his forehead and noticed that at some point during his sleep he must have taken his shirt off. He shuffled out of bed and let out a yawn.

He padded softly to Phil's room and lift his hand to knock. His light was still off and they usually ate breakfast together but Dan couldn't bring himself to knock on his door. Instead, he decided he would wait on Phil. He headed to the lounge where the Christmas tree still raved in the darkened room.

He smiled at the image of Phil and himself dancing around in the lounge with the tree. He flipped the lights on and threw himself into the sofa cushions. His head swam with his memories of last night. He could sometimes so easily keep his feelings in check, however with the promised romance of Christmas flooding into every nick and cranny everywhere he looked, his head was completely loopy.

He pressed his fingers into his temples. The stress of it all felt like it was killing him. He wondered if being completely unnoticed like before would have made a difference, but, then again it was YouTube that brought him and Phil together so it was inevitable. Most days he wouldn't have it any other way, but having so many people looking down his back made him feel like privacy was a thing of the past.

He noticed the shopping bag from the other day still laying on the floor. Inside was a brightly colored Hawaiian shirt with Santa's on it. He deliberately had gone shopping for an outfit to wear to this evenings theme party and finding this shirt was perfect.

He went into his bedroom suddenly excited to see how the change in his usual black wardrobe would look. He slipped it over his shoulders and began to work on the buttons as he stood in front of the mirror. With each button he pulled through he imagined Phil in front of him undoing them. The perverted thought made his eyes flutter close and he bit his lip as his imagination took over him.

He left the top buttons undone and checked his reflection. He was right, it was perfect. Although the shirt would look absolutely ridiculous any other day or time even, the thought of Phil lingering in his consciousness made his eyes light up in lust.

"Is that what you are wearing to the party?" Phil asked, suddenly appearing in his door way. Dan's eyes flickered to Phil's reflection in the mirror, and went back to his own as his hands ran over his hair making sure ever strand was in place.

"Yes. Are you jealous?" He asked with a quick smirk.

"Yeaaah," Phil answered, his eyebrows turning in at his obvious disappointment. "Where did you get it?"

Dan ignored his question and took a looming step toward him offering Phil his phone. "Take my picture," he told him and ignored the tiny buzz he felt as his skin made contact with Phil's. He took his phone and held it up. Looking at Phil now the memories of his fantasy washed over him and he grabbed the collar and bit his lip again while giving Phil a seductive look.

"Got it," Phil murmured and Dan took his phone back.

"Excellent," Dan purred as he quickly uploaded it to tumblr with Phil at his back.

"Wait, what?" Phil sputtered. "No fair!"

"What?" Dan asked with his eyebrows raised "What do you mean 'no fair'?"

"You can't post a picture like that!" Phil protested. His lips forming into a plump pout.

"Why not?" Dan laughed. "It's not like it's revealing. Besides it's too late." Dan could see his phone lighting up with notifications already but chose to ignore them.

"Because it's way too... attractive," Phil mumbled.

"Oh yeah?" Dan took another step toward Phil so their noses nearly touched. Phil's breath got caught in his throat from the suddenness. "Don't you think my fans will want to see it?" He whispered and Phil's gaze fluttered down in embarrassment.

"I don't know, Dan," he whispered back. "It seems kind of harsh."

"Harsh?" He laughed and stepped away from Phil again. "Don't be ridiculous. Now let's fetch breakfast and watch something. I have been waiting for you."

Dan was having too much fun making Phil squirm. He was way too adorable with his clear embarrassment in his eyes and pout. As Dan stepped around and headed out the door way a small tug on the back of his shirt stopped him.

"Don't be mean," he murmured. Dan wanted to play more. Ask him how he was being mean, but he knew without having to ask. He knew from Phil's voice and his eyes begging for him not to make him say it. Dan turned around and leaned in close so his breath touched Phil's face.

"I would never be mean to you," he whispered back and grazed his lips against his ear. Then he poked him in the ribs and Phil jumped in surprise.

"Hey!" He wrinkled his nose. So Dan kept tickling him in the ribs as Phil started squirming and laughing. "Dan stop it!" He laughed.

Dan stopped his attack and had a huge stupid grin spread across his face. Then, Phil grabbed onto either side of his shirt collar and made him topple forward closing the gap between them.

Phil's lips crushed into his and Dan's eyes widen in shock. Phil wasn't one to randomly kiss him out of the blue, but OH did he enjoy it when he did. All his fears suddenly were reduced to quiet mutters in his head.

Dan grabbed onto Phil's hips and stepped in so their bodies pressed together. He couldn't help but smile from underneath Phil's lips. "So it's not only the shirt you're jealous of?" He murmured and felt the silent creep of heat explode from Phil's face as soon as he said said it.

Yup, the shirt was definitely the perfect choice.