"Hey, Dan, do I look alright?"
Phil walked into their shared bedroom, and spun uncertainly showing off his new attire.
He was wearing a black tuxedo along with some long black trousers, smart and cut perfect for Phil's lanky slim figure.
"You look perfect Phil," Dan smiled, pretending to wipe a fake tear from his eye.
"Are you sure?" Phil carried on turning to the side and cautiously looking himself up and down in the mirror. "I feel like this just makes me look like a tall circus freak.. Plus it makes my butt look huge."
Dan smirked. "A big butt is all the better, theres more to grab," he laughed playfully, pinching Phil's ass.
"Hey!" Phil yelped, jumping back but he was laughing.
He perched on the bed, watching Dan slip on his crisp white shirt, fresh from the wash along with his black pants and loosely sling on a black tie.
"Oi!" Phil cried out, jokingly. "How come I get stuck with this stupid tux and you just get to get away with just a shirt?"
"It suits your personality Philly. Smart and efficient and anyway you looking fucking amazing in tuxedos. Stop complaining," Dan chuckled, squeezing Phil's arm. "Shit, Phil, we better go, our booking's in fifteen minutes and I doubt the bastards will keep our table for long." Dan said hurriedly.
They were both going out for a romantic meal for two that night. Dan had planned it for ages, spending months trying to book a table at the restaurant but with little success until last week. It was going to be great.
"Got everything?" Dan called to Phil from across the hallway.
"I think so," said Phil, rummaging through his pockets. "Keys, wallet, ID... Oh crap, wait my phone!"
"I'll get it," sighed Dan laughing as he turned back to face the bedroom door. "Wait by the gate."
Phil was such a wally, always forgetting things and not remember to do stuff but that's what Dan loved about him.
Dan smiled happily as he grabbed Phil's phone from his bedside table and began walking to the door. He was a few steps away when all of a sudden, the phone vibrated in Dan's hand, making him jump and look down at the screen just as it lit up with a notification.
A new text from PJ.
Dan didn't mean to read the text. He knew what Phil and PJ talked about through text was none of Dan's business whatsoever. He wasn't that type of jealous boyfriend who checked their partner's texts every minute.
After all, Dan trusted Phil.
But the text was so brief that Dan simply couldn't help reading it.
PJ: Well, that's ok as long as Dan won't find out.
Dan stopped suddenly. The smile disappeared from his face. What was this? What was the thing that he wasn't meant to find out? Why was Phil being secretive with Dan?
A number of different images involving Phil and PJ flashed into Dan's mind.
'No, Phil wouldn't ever do anything like that, stop fucking overreacting, it's nothing.' He tried to tell himself calmly, though his hands were shaking.
But it wasn't nothing really. Dan hated it. He knew even though this probably was nothing at all, that he was just turning something little into a massive thing but until he knew for sure he just wouldn't feel better at all.
Conveniently, Dan knew Phil's iPhone passcode.
[17:35] Phil: I'm so glad we did that, I've been wanting to do that for ages.
[17:39] PJ: Same here, I feel like a bad person. I hope Dan won't find out.
[17:41] Phil: Oh believe me, Dan won't find out, I have my ways with secrets ;)
[18:20] PJ: So what are you going to do until then?
[18:55] Phil: Lay low with him, make sure nothing that has anything to do with it gets brought up around Dan.
[19:20] PJ: Well that's good as long as Dan doesn't find out.
Dan switched off the phone screen. He had read enough to know what the hell was going on already. He felt so mad. His face was beetroot purple and the veins were standing out in his forehead and neck. He was squeezing Phil's phone so hard, it was close to cracking in his hand.
"Phil, you fucking piece of crap, I fucking trusted you," He hissed to himself as he stormed out of the apartment, clenching the phone hard.
