A/N: I know it's been a while. I wish I had a legitimate excuse for not updating, but I don't. So I won't bother wasting your time with one. Anyway, new one-shot. Enjoy
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It is finally the last day of the TATINOF UK tour, and both Dan and Phil are exhausted. Whilst they have both immensely enjoyed the tour and meeting all their fans, it has drained them of their energy.
They need...a boost.
With ten minutes to go until the two are supposed to appear onstage, the two are still rushing about, trying to find everything. It's the last show; it has to be perfect. And after all, didn't they say to always go out with a 'bang'?
So when Dan approaches Phil at the seven minute mark, all dressed and ready to go, he is unexpectedly pulled into a tight embrace.
"Phil...what are you doing?" Dan asks, his voice quavering a little with uncertainty and a sense of intrigue.
The two have been dating for quite a while, and Phil has always been far less innocent off-camera than he lets on. It has always been a joke in the Phandom that Phil 'tops', but they have no idea this is actually closer to the truth than they think.
"I'm expelling some pre-performance nerves, of course!" Phil exclaims in a mock innocent voice and grins that ridiculous, yet some how irresistible cheesy grin that Dan cannot resist.
"Phil, we literally have like five minutes before the show starts. We can't do anything in that time!"
"Oh come on, have some determination! I'm filled with it!" Phil laughs and imitates Dan's famous 'awkward wink'.
"You absolute utter dork...I blame you if we're late!"
"I think I can live with that..."
Wasting no time, Phil pushes Dan back against the wall and plants affectionate kisses all down his face, lingering for a few moments on his surprisingly soft lips (Phil swears he uses lip balm) before trailing down his jawline and neck, sliding Dan's sleeve off his shoulder and grazing his teeth lightly over the exposed skin, before smoothing it once more with the gentle rolling of his tongue.
He gives a wide smirk when he hears quiet moans escape Dan's lips, feeling a smug sense of satisfaction.
Dan is all his.
"We might not have time to actually make love," Phil whispers, "But that doesn't mean we can't have some fun~"
Phil rolls his pelvis against Dan's groin and feels his hips buck in response as he falls prey to the inescapable pleasure of his boyfriend's hips circling against his own. Dan wants so badly to abandon responsibility and have Phil fuck him raw and mercilessly whilst the two of them are reduced to a mere mindless cacophony of moans, but he knows that he cannot do that. Sometimes, Dan reasons, you have to consider your fans over your own libido. The show must go on.
With a sense of reluctance, Dan breaks the passionate embrace and quickly fixes his hair in the mirror before squeezing Phil's hand affectionately once more before whispering:
"Come on...we're already ten minutes late"
