After Phil said that, he walked to the couch, asking him to sit with him. Now Dan was sitting, with Phil's head in his lap. He played with Phil's hair as he thought about what just happened.
"Dan," Phil's voice was soft, and it made his stomach fill with butterflies. He has only hung out with Phil twice, and he knew he was attracted to him. He felt like, home. When he stared into those blue eyes, he felt safe, and warm. "Yeah?" He replies, looking down. Phil stared up at him, smiling at little. "What're you thinking about?" Dan shakes his head.
"You." He says, and Phil smiles, grabbing Dan's free hand and lacing his fingers with his. Dan continues, "I barely know you. I want to know everything about you."
"Well.." Phil says, "I like Buffy the Vampire Slayer." He says, and they laugh.
It went on like this for about two hours, them going back and forth, asking questions and answering them.
"So, is your name just Dan, or is it short for Daniel?" Phil asked, his voice rough with sleep. They were trying hard not to fall asleep on each other.
"Daniel, and yours?" Dan asks, and shifts his head so he could look at him better. They had moved to where Dan was laying on his side and Phil on his back. You wouldn't think they would fit, but they did.
"Philip, and my middle name is Michael." Phil yawns, making Dan yawn.
"James, that's mine."
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"Do you want to go, um, lay down in my bed? It would be comfier." Dan says, blushing as he thought of another night sleeping next to Phil.
"Oh," Phil said hesitantly, "Yeah, sure." Phil got up slowly, Dan waiting for him to stand up so he can get up too. They walked to his room, Dan leading the way. Luckily, Dan thought, he cleaned his room the other day, so it wasn't an embarrassing mess. Dan pulled back his covers, and motioned for Phil to get on the bed. Once he was, Dan decided he shouldn't lay with him, and went to walk away.
But Phil grabbed his wrist and whispered, "I don't want you to leave, lay with me." Dan looked in Phil's eyes, which were big and blue, and he thought to himself how he couldn't say no to them.
"Okay, but let me get out of my jeans." He turns to his dresser, and grabs a pair of sweats and runs to his bathroom. He was too embarrassed to undress in front of Phil. Once his sweats were on, he decided to take off his shirt, but was to hot to put a new one on. He goes to the edge of the bed, Phil putting his phone down on the side table moving over to make room for Dan. He hesitantly slides in.
"Dan," Phil said, Dan rigid as a board and not moving an inch. "C'mere." Phil's arms snake around Dan's waist and he sucks in breath when his back hits his chest. "Are you nervous?" He whispers into Dan's ear. Dan only nodded, his heart in his throat. Phil's lips grazed his neck twice.
