Phan OneShots

We're My OTP

I can feel the little drops of sweat forming on my forehead as I play the guitar. I can hear the screams of the hundreds of the fans their hands holding phones trying to record a shaky video they can show off to their friends. We need to give them a show I remember.

I move from my spot and go to the lead singer of our band Adam who is whipping up his long blonde locks in the air and singing to the words of one of our most famous songs. The audience is going crazy I can see.

I move closer to Adam and touch my body to his still playing the guitar. The screams I notice have gone way too up. Great. I move closer and I know he gets the signal too because he turns around and looks at me. I smirk a little. And when he almost finishes the song he touches his forehead to mine and the shouts and yells are so loud that I might just go deaf. 

But the best/worst part comes when he presses his lips swiftly onto my cheek. It honestly lasts less than a second. Just a touch of his lips and I can feel his stubble and it's gross and I am grateful when it finally does get over. And the screams go out of control. A little moment of a simple peck on the cheek and it would be all over the internet in a few seconds with a thousand retweets and reblogs.

My band mate Adam and I are shipped together. People love the idea of us being together and having rough sex in our tour bus (I read a story online). They basically worship the idea of us being in a relationship together. 'Phadam' as they like to call us. They write sexual stories, make disgustigly cute fanarts. Basically everyone wants us to be together everyone but us. I do love him but not in a 'I wanna tie you up and spank you hard'  kind of way.

But Adam and I do it for the fans and I know that the cute little kiss is gonna keep them happy for days even months. Even when the interviewers ask us about our supposed relationship, we just giggle, smirk or wink arising more speculations. We are not mean. It's just good publicity.

Our last song ends and the audience erupts in a deafening cheer. Who could make them scream louder? Adam grabs me into a really tight hug his face buried into the crook of my neck, our sweaty bodies too close to be comfortable. And the screams are so loud we leave the stage our shoulders touching.

Once we're backstage I change out of my sweaty T shirt and put on a new white one watching Adam making out with his girlfriend Lisa. He is a big believer in PDA and it's honestly still surprises me that no one has seen him and Lisa making out yet. It's better that this stays under wraps too. I can't even imagine what would happen if the fans know.

We were honestly just friendly and a little bit touchy with each other which everyone translated to that we were secretly fucking each other. Maybe it was because I am gay as fuck but Adam is straight. And even if he was gay he just isn't my type. Initially we were a little creeped out but now we just go along with it.

After our meet and greet we are free to do whatever we want and my bandmates are off to a party. Adam is probably fucking Lisa somewhere and I just want coffee.

I put on a hoodie just in case someone sees me, I want to be left alone and walk to the nearest Starbucks. I order an iced coffee and when I leave of course I bump into someone.

"Fuck" I hear a boyish voice curse.

I look up to see a boy not older than 16 staring at his ruined T-shirt and jeans. His white shirt has 'PHADAM IS REAL' written on it with big black bold letters. Shit. Of course I had to bump in a fan. And of course they had to be a Phadam shipper.

He looks at me with a furious expression and then when he meets my eye and his brown eyes turn into buttons his mouth open.

"Oh my god" he says. "Phil Lester"