All Was Golden In the Sky (Phan AU)

Chapter 9

Dan's eyes peeled open, one at a time, traces of crusted sleep sticking to his lashes. He was lying down, draped across the sofa. He felt an arm pressed to his chest; a warm presence was directly behind him. He shifted his body, attempting to view whatever lied against his back. The figure let out a muffled "Nngh". Had he fallen asleep like this?"Phil?" He whispered, then turned around to see his assumption was correct. Phil lifted his arm and rubbed groggily at his eyes."Hmm, yeah?""'Morning.""G'morning~"The sofa was not very broad, causing the two men to be pressed so close their foreheads nearly grazed. Phil lowered his hand back onto Dan's waist, gave a sleepy smirk, and pulled him closer. The bridges of their noses were touching, then Dan could feel Phil's breath on his neck as his chin rested on his jaw. He shivered, but relaxed into the embrace. They were so close; so close they could feel each other's heartbeats, the pulsing of the blood in their veins, the contractions of their lungs."H-hey Dan?""Yeah?""Would you mind if...""If?""Umm.. I-if I...""Do you want to get up?""No." There was a pause. "No... I like it here.""Well, whatever you want, I can try to provide you with something.""...""Do you need some water? Are you feeling any better?""Yeah, I feel fine actually..... You said 'anything', right?""Yes, anything you want." There was another pause as Phil drew in an unsteady breath. Dan was about to ask if he was sad about something, but a hand cupped his face, and two lips pressed against his. His heart stopped. It didn't just flip over or flutter with a conglomeration of butterflies, it flat-out came to a halt. He couldn't think. His entire body felt numb. He pulled back in shock, landing on the floor with a thud. Phil covered his face with his hands. His cheeks flushed the colour of fresh-picked summer strawberries."I'm so sorry Dan.""Y-you- what- I thought- I mean-" The flustered fog concealing Dan's mind began to dissipate, sending tingles up his spine. Yet he was still at a loss for words."I've ruined it, haven't I?" Phil had retracted into a ball at the corner of the sofa. "I just wanted to be friends, honestly. We're very good friends, and I wanted it to stay that way, but- but I've gone and screwed it up.""Phil, come here," Dan stated, then sat up, patting the floor in front of him. "Please." Phil got up slowly and sat to face Dan. "Closer." He inched closer. "Come on, Philly.. closer please." Phil was practically on Dan's lap now. His eyes were darting around the room, avoiding Dan's line of vision. Dan pinched his cheek playfully. "You didn't ruin anything. In fact, it was incredibly relieving." Phil scrunched his face in confusion."Sorry?""I'd been worrying about... well..." He fidgeted with the collar of his blouse. The room suddenly seemed to heat up, so he loosened a button.Phil was eyeing Dan's every movement with question. The tension between them had, he thought, no hope of disappearing this time. Though he had no idea what kind of tension it might be.'Possibly terribly unresolved sexual tension, or maybe a tension that can do nothing but create sadness.'Dan gestured for Phil to lean forward, as if he wished to share a secret. Phil did just that, and was met with a soft kiss, and hands around the back of his head and shoulders. He lifted himself fully onto Dan's lap, wrapping his legs around Dan's hips. Dan pulled out of the kiss and leaned his forehead against Phil's."I really, really like you Phil. I think I might even love you," Dan confessed. In a gesture of mutual feelings, Phil pushed their lips back together just as quickly as they had come apart. This exchange continued for several minutes, gradually getting more needy, their breath hitching, and their grips on each other tightening. Their actions were doused in silence, save for the sounds of light gasps in between moments of rolling lips and tongues. Even when they transferred to the sofa, there were no words, only warm, heated bodies that moved gently around each other.