unsaid things // phan (on hold)

Pleasured

Hey guys! So I drew this picture of Dan and Phil and I was wondering if you could give me some feedback...I know it's terrible but I just wanna know if it looks anything like them at all...Dan is somewhat disturbing and Phil kinda looks like a late Michael Jackson and yah... TELL ME WHAT YOU THINK! ~Alyssa

(DAN'S POV)
I wake up to find myself cuddled up in the arms of the boy who I had told all my secrets to last night. I try to sit up, but fail as Phil's arms are wrapped around me tightly. I look at the raven haired boy's beautiful face, smiling even when he's asleep. I then snuggle back into his chest, burying my head in the crook of his neck, wanting to stay in this comfortable warmth forever. But everything must end eventually.

Phil always has this completely different perspective of the world and as much as I love that about him, he just needs to understand that he can give me all of the encouraging words in the world, but I will still feel the same way. Last night he told me I was beautiful. He tells me I'm special and perfect. I want to believe him but I just can't. I'm nothing special and I'm nothing to be dwelled on.

I wince in pain as the cuts on my forearm rub against the black, white, and grey checkered duvet. "Dan?" Phil asks in a low morning voice that really sexy...

"Hm?"

Phil props himself up on his elbows, "Good morning." He says tiredly.

"Morning, want some breakfast?" I ask, the cool air making me shiver as I step out of bed.

"Mm...sure!" Phil says excitedly.

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We get downstairs and I open the cupboard as Phil sits on a barstool [it's a breakfast barstool] across the counter. "So, what do you want?" I ask looking into to cabinet, "There's cereal and Pop tarts [they have those in the UK right?] orrrrr...we could make pancakes?"

Phil jumps up excitedly at the word, "Delia Smith!?"

"Well, duh." I reply laughing, "Is there any other kind?"

I begin to sift the flour into the bowl and absentmindedly sing a stupid song which turns out, is actually coming out of my mouth and is not just in my head, "Do some sifting. Sifting, sifting, sifting!"

Phil laughs and I add, "It's like a maraca! A maraca of pain!"

Then we both start laughing and when we're finished cooking these horrific globs we're calling pancakes, we both sit down and eat them. "This isn't just a pancake...it's a fricking Delia Smith pancake."

-

"Philllll... Where are we going? It's already 7:30 I just wanna go watch Death Note and browse on the tummmssss..." I complain as Phil drags me along the pavement, taking me somewhere.

"It's a surprise, Dan. If I told you then it wouldn't be. Just be patient."

I sigh as Phil pulls me along by the sleeve of my grey jumper.

When we finally reach our destination, I see that we are at some kind of bar called 'MacLaren's' [for all you HIMYM ppl out there...]

"Why are we at a bar, Phil?"

"Well you didn't really think that I would forget your birthday, did you?" Phil says as he pushes me through the doors.

"Yes, Phil I actually did, not like anybody else bothered to remember." I mutter the last part under my breath so I didn't think he hears it.

Right when we walk in, my head starts pounding from the pop music pulsating through my brain. I can physically feel the bass pounding through the speakers, rattling my brain and making my heart vibrate. "Wanna get a drink now that your 18!?" Phil screams over the music. Phil turned 18 on January 30, so he can already drink but this is my first time, legally at least.

"Sure!" I yell back. We order ten shots; five each. I bring the small glass up to my lips and feel the bitter liquid slither down my throat.

Pretty soon I finish two shots and let Phil take the other eight. I figure at least one of us should be sober enough to get out the building by the time we leave.

-

"Jesus, Phil! You could at least try to walk!" I say as I drag Phil into my house, him leaning on my shoulder while I'm basically pulling him along.

"Srrrryyy Danyul..." Phil slurs.

Right when we get in, Phil immediately turns around and pins my hands to the wall, his face only centimetres from my own. He then presses his lips against mine and vigorously kisses me until I push him off. "Phil, stop. You're drunk."

"That doesn't change how I feel..." Phil says as he holds my hands above my head, "I've wanted to do this for a while..."

He kisses me again and this time I kiss him back, passionately. Soon enough, his hands trail down to my waiste, pulling me against him. My arms then fall and wrap around his neck, and I begin to run my hands through his black hair.

Phil then leads me to the couch, still kissing me, and pushes me down onto the cushions. A small moan escapes my lips as he leaves kisses trailing down my neck and pulls off my shirt, discarding it into the floor. Then his lips meet mine again and he starts grinding his hips against my own. "Ph-Phil..." I say through moans and heavy breathing, "W-we shouldn't d-do this..."

"Shhhhhh" Phil then straddles me, taking off his own shirt and beginning to undo my belt. This feels so wrong, but being with Phil, being so close to him is just so...right. [sorry bout the cheese]

When we are both dressed in nothing but our boxers, Phil begins to leave kisses down my neck but goes much...farther down this time. He finally reached the elastic of my boxers when I push him off of me. "Phil...I think we should just go to bed." I wouldn't feel right taking advantage of him like that...he was drunk and I knew he'd probably regret it in the morning.

There ya go... Hope you enjoyed that almost-smut! If you liked this chapter the don't forget to vote or comment and tell me what I can do better...also if there is anyone reading this from the UK, please feel free to tell me if I got anything wrong bc I'm American and everything I know came from the British YouTuber invasion...so yah!
~Alyssa