Third Person Point of View.
"Phan isn't real," Dan proclaimed to the camera. "It will never be real. Phan is just a stupid ship that you people came up with. Phil and I have been through everything together. He saved my life, but..he is just my friend. My best friend. Nothing more." It hurt. It hurt really bad. Dan didn't love Phil. He didn't give a flying hell that he loved him. Mostly because he didn't know, but still. He doesn't love him and it sucks.
"Phil isn't in love with me," Dan continued to say. Lies. Nothing but lies. He didn't know, but..whatever. Phil did love him, but he couldn't tell him. After this, how the hell was he supposed to tell his best friend (who doesn't have feelings for him at all) that he loves him? He can't. He just can't bring himself to do that. It's too...risky. "I'm not..in love with Phil, guys." Dan stated, almost harshly. It sounded like an insult, but maybe it wasn't.
It was time for Phil to enter the one-way conversation Dan was having with the camera/audience. "Yeah," He piped in. "Dan and I have absolutely no attraction towards eachother. None. At all. It makes no sense. Give up guys. It's not happening." Dan gave a lip bite, making Phil's heart flutter and his eyes flood with tears. It hurt him because he couldn't have the boy of his dreams. (It sounds cliché, but..it was true. Dan was the boy of his dreams.)
"As Phil said, we have no attraction to eachother. None. " Phil nodded and sighed, looking down to the floor. "Phan will never ever happen," He said, repeating what Dan said at the beginning. "Yeah. So..stop forcing something onto us," Dan said, making Phil cringe. "I don't love him like that." Phil's heart fell. It was crushed. He couldn't breathe. It was all a dream, maybe. Please..?
Dan sighed and shut the camera off, turning to him. "Phil, that was brave. We finally told them that this," He waved his hand between them. "Will never happen. Thank you for being brave, Philly." Phil nodded and soon let the tears fall. He couldn't say anything. All he did was nod and sadly bite his lip. "Y-yeah." Phil managed to croak through the tears of pain. "Phil?" Dan asked, rubbing his shoulder. "Are you okay, Philly?"
Phil shook his head violently. "It's nothing. You wouldn't care anyways..."
"Phil! I do care! Phil, what's wrong? You can tell me!" Phil turned to Dan with bloodshot eyes and a frown. "It's nothing, Daniel. Leave me alone," he cried, standing up and walking away. Phil never called Dan by his full name before. What the fuck is up with him? Was it something he said? Does he offend? What the bloody hell?
Dan stood and searched for Phil, but couldn't find him. "Phil?!" Dan called, but to no avail. He wouldn't answer. "Phillyyyy?" "What, Dan?" Dan finally heard him yell. Hmm, he always answered to that name. "Where are you?" He asked, sighing. "I'm in the lounge, Dan. Go away." Without permission, Dan walked in and found him curled up in a ball in the corner. "Get up you drama queen," Dan chuckled, sitting on the couch.
"Ask you can see," Phil said, standing up and fixing his shirt. "I am a male. Making me a drama king. Get it right, Daniel." There it was again. The name. "What's your problem? Did I do or say something? Did I hurt you? What did I do?!" D was so confused. What the fuck? "Nothing is wrong, Dan," he said coldly. "Nothing that concerns you.." He sighed, taking a seat next to Dan. "Phil," he heaved. "What. Is. Wrong? You are my best friend and I am yours. I know you better than you know yourself. Now, tell me. What's wrong?"
Phil rolled his eyes and made a 'ppfft' sound. "If you knew me better than I know myself, then you would know what's wrong. But, you don't. So, don't even say that." Dan chuckled and nodded, "You got me there. But seriously. Please tell me what's wrong. I'm here for you, Phil."
Was Phil ready to tell him? Was he ready to risk their friendship? No, he wasn't. He couldn't do it. Could he? He didn't know. He didn't know what he should do. If only he had someone to tell him what to do. Phil sighed and shook his head. "Dan, I can't. I'm sorry, but it's way too risky. I don't know if I can do it. I'm sorry.."
Phil stood up to walk away, but Dan grabbed his hand and pulled him back. "Phil," he said, gritting his teeth. He never sounded more serious. "Tell me." Phil sighed and pointed to the couch, indicating for him to sit down with him. "Just..sit down. Brace yourself, Dan. It..might scare the living..fridizzle out of you.." Dan raised his eyebrows and curiously looked at him. "Fridizzle? What the fuck does that mean?" Phil laughed and punched his arm. "It's a word I made up. Now listen, it's important."
Phil gazed into Dan's eyes before saying, "I..I love you, Dan."
Did Dan just hear that correctly? Did he just say he loved him? "Ph-Phil? What did you say? Did you just say..you loved me?" Dan asked curiously, resting his hand on his. "Phil. We made that video and now you tell me this? Why didn't you tell me that you had feelings for me?! How long has this been going on, Phil? And be honest with me. It's important. Please..just...be honest with me from now on."
Phil nodded and intertwined their fingers together. "Ever since I met you, Dan, I've loved you. I've been keeping it to myself, but it's time to let it out. I love you and I always have. If this affects our friendship poorly, then I'm sorry, but I-" Dan interrupted Phil with a kiss to his lips. "Shhh," he whispered. "I love you too."
"Then why did you say that stuff? Why did you say you didn't love me? Why did you-" "Phil," Dan interrupted him. "I couldn't tell the audience that I love you. I wasn't ready, but now I am. Too bad millions and thousands of people already saw the video." He said, caressing Phil's cheek. He shook his head. "Danny," he grinned. "We didn't even post it!" "Oh yeah.." With a small sigh, Dan chuckled and hugged Phil tightly. "I love you so much, Phil," he kissed his cheek. "I love you too, Danny."
***#RUINEDBYSMUT***
So this cute moment will be ruined by my (hopefully not) sucky smut. Sorry!
Phil smashed his lips into Dan's causing him to hit his head on the arm of the couch. "Owww, Phil!" Dan cried, rubbing his head. "Sorry, baby..." He went back to kissing him and before he knew it, their shirts were on the floor. Phil impatiently played with Dan's zipper until his jeans were off and Phil's were on the floor. Just them, theirnbodies pressed together. Only in their boxers. This moment couldn't get any better. Phil then slid his boxers to my ankles, pulled them off, and did the same to his. Nevermind. It could get better.
Phil bit his lip and then sent a trail of kisses down Dan's neck, to his chest, and all the way down to his 'now erect' member. Without permission, Phil began to pump Dan while also licking the tip of his dick. "F-fuck, Phil!" He groaned into the couch pollow.
He then fit it into his mouth and began to stroke his dick with his tongue. Loud moans escaped Dan's lips as he hid his red face in his pillow. Before he knew it, Phil crawled on top of Dan and gave him multiple hickies, sending delightful shivers down his body. "Ph-Phil," he sighed. He pumped him again as he continued to give him hickies. "D-don't tease me, Phil. P-please..."
Phil slowly entered Dan, making him moan in pain. It was his first time. "Go easy on me, Phil. It's my first time.." Phil nodded and slowly thrusted, making him wince. A tear rolled down Dan's cheek as he continued, but the cries of pain were slowly turning into pleasurable moans. "Fuck!" Dan moaned, digging his nails into his back and raking his hands through his black hair.
*** (Time Skip!)
"D-Dan," Phil quietly moaned as Dan thrusted into him. He chuckled as he continued to thrust, planting tiny kisses on his nose, cheeks, neck, and chest. "I-I love you," Phil panted.
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(After the seeeeeeex...)
Dan held Phil tightly, pulling him closer to his body. "I love you," he whispered in his ear. "I love you too, Danny. Promise you'll never leave me?" He nodded and kissed his neck, "I promise..."
