Those Who Trust (Phan)

Part 30

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They've had a relaxed night filled with games at PJ's with some friends. There had been some good-natured teasing about how they always sat a tad closer to each other than necessary, but Dan wasn't bothered by it. Things between Phil and him were good. They were absolutely amazing.

Sitting in the back of a taxi that smelled like stale alcohol, Dan's side was pressed against Phil's and his head resting on the older man's shoulder. He was tired and was just listening to Phil talking about an upcoming project at the BBC that would force his boyfriend to work longer hours.

"'s not nice," Dan mumbled, the fabric of Phil's shirt rubbing against his cheek as he spoke, his words slurred. He'd had a few beers at PJ's and the pleasant buzz of being drunk was running through his veins, making his body tingle.

With his eyes closed he inhaled deeply, Phil's smell intoxicating his senses and overshadowing the less than pleasant odour of the cab, and he liked the way that Phil's arm was draped around his shoulder.

"I don't like it either," Phil confessed quietly and pressed a kiss to the top of Dan's head, brown hair tickling his nose. The taxi driver stared at them through the rear-view mirror and Phil glared back at him challengingly.

Upon arriving at their flat they still kept close to each other, and they didn't separate either when they were in the bathroom, Dan playfully bumping his hips against Phil's as they were brushing their teeth. And when they were stood in front of their rooms, both tired and ready for a good night's sleep, the younger man still clung on to Phil, not willing to let go of him even after they'd had their kiss goodnight that tasted like peppermint toothpaste.

"Don't want to let you go," Dan murmured as Phil gently tried to pry his arms off, but Dan was having none of it. He only held on tighter. "Want to cuddle."

"We can cuddle tomorrow," Phil tried, but Dan shook his head stubbornly.

"Want to cuddle with you tonight."

"Dan, no. I'm not going to let you make that decision when you've been drinking."

Although they liked to spend their time cuddling on the couch while watching TV and occasionally fell asleep when doing so, they still hadn't shared a bed yet, let alone been in each other's rooms really. Phil would be damned if he let Dan make the choice to change that while he was drunk.

The younger man whined pitifully, but he let go of Phil and took a step back, a pout on his lips. Phil wanted to do nothing more than take Dan's hand and lead him to either of their beds and have Dan's head rest on his chest while his arms were wrapped around him when falling asleep, but instead he stepped forward and connected their lips for one more sweet kiss.

"Sleep tight, love."

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When Phil woke up, his room was already brightly illuminated by rays of sunshine, and a look at the clock told him that it was almost noon. He'd had a nice dream, one of those that made him want to close his eyes and immediately go back to where it had stopped, but he didn't want to spend his entire Saturday in bed and his cock was half hard and asking to be tended to. So what if his nice dream hadn't been all that innocent and featured a certain brunette that Phil liked to call his boyfriend?

Phil sneaked his right hand under the elastic of his pyjama trousers and wrapped it around his shaft. Sexual dreams were quite common for him these days, ever since he stopped going to the Dungeon. It was taking him time to adjust from getting sexual pleasure from others at least once a week to getting no sexual pleasure at all from anyone but his own hand, and maybe the dreams were a way of Phil's subconsciousness trying to deal with that loss.