gay ; phan

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composing himself was near impossible.

phil kept pressing his leg and shoulder into dan's, kissing him on the cheeck every so often when he wasn't paying attention.

dan was a mess, and phil wasn't helping.

"you're gay, right?" phil asked as they changed races.

"uh-" dan choked out, he hadn't actually told anyone, not even himself. he had never used the term gay, he just knew he liked boys, not girls. "i-i like boys." he stuttered.

"good." phil smiled at him, kissing his forehead gently

dan was shaking. did he just come out? he had never done that before. it felt so weird, but nice. he wanted to tell everyone, but he couldn't.

"don't, please don't tell anyone." dan requested quietly.

"i won't, your secret's safe with me." phil smiled.

"promise?" dan looked up at him.

"promise." phil returned his gase. his eyes were flickering all around dan's face.

phil's eyes were beautiful, they were blue, but not really. it was like they refused to just be blue. they were blue and green and yellow all at once. his skin was translucent and completely clear, he looked like he had walked straight of an aesthetic tumblr blog.

dan's phone started ringing, he sighed and picked it up from behind him.

"hello?" he answered, putting it on speaker phone after phil had told him to do so.

"dan! where are you?" his dad said loudly down the phone, making dan cringe.

"i-i'm at a friends house, i left a note on the kitchen bench." dan explained.

"oh, right i didn't see that. he better not be a fag, trying to have sex with you and, and convert you." his dad boomed, phil tried to hold back a laugh.

"he's not dad, don't worry. i'll be home later, bye." dan hung up on him, and phil burst into laughter.

"convert you!" phil laughed, imitating his dad. "why didn't you tell him i was gay?"

"if he knew he wouldn't let me see you." dan explained "both of my parents are, really, really homophobic."

"oh, i'm sorry to hear that."

dan nodded, and threw his phone down onto the bed behind him.

time seemed to fly by, they spent another two hours playing games (phil was still sneaking little kisses). dan's phone buzzed, it was a text from his mum telling him to come home as soon as he could for dinner. dan and phil went downstairs and dan packed his books away. phil led him to the door while he got his shoes on.

"wait shit, do you have, like a black sweater i could borrow? my dad will murder me if he sees me in this." dan said desperately.

"of course, wait here." phil rushed up the stairs and quickly returned holding a plain black sweater.

"thanks, um," dan awkwardly put his back down and took the sweater.

phil made a small 'o' sound and turned around so dan could change, hesitantly pulling off his pink sweater and replacing it for phil's darker one. it was a little too big for him, the arms were longer, almost completely covering his hands.

"thanks, i'll give it back tomorrow." he shoved the pink sweater into his bag.

"oh, you can keep it, i have about five other ones the exact same." phil smiled "are you busy tomorrow?" he asked.

"no." dan answered, swinging his bag around his shoulder.

"good, i'll see you tomorrow then." phil smiled wider.

dan blushed, muttering a thank you. he played with his hands awkwardly before phil held his arms out for a hug. dan stepped forward and wrapped his arms around him. phil gave him a small kiss on the forehead as he stepped away.

dan ran home, a blushing mess.