~And the colours swirled like a turbulent lagoon of passion, sucking Dan into him~
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A dull ache hung over Phil as he fumbled to mute the persistent drone of his alarm. He turned over to see the semi-unconscious brown-eyed wonder boy curled up in a ball beside him. Careful not to wake him, Phil snuck into the kitchen to make up a pot of coffee
Last night had been a heavy one; Phil didn't remember much after his third tequila shot, and he highly doubted that Dan had much recollection of the night either.
"What absolute twazzacks we are" Phil said.
"You're telling me" a tired and rugged Dan mumbled as he trudged into the kitchen in his underwear.
They sat down to fresh coffee, some paracetamol and some crunchie nut- we must've bought it last night in a drunk hall, thought Phil, as he admired the mounds of shopping stacked around their kitchen.
Phil watched as Dan prodded sleepily at his cereal, occasionally looking up at Phil and then going back to his cereal. Phil didn't break his gaze though.
Eventually Dan looked up and just stared back, with a slight smirk masked by his growing stubble.
"Why are you staring at me?" Laughed Dan.
Phil just laughed and went back to his cereal
"Because when I look into the haze of your eyes, everything becomes clear."
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The Morning After
RomansaThis story covers the soft affection felt by Dan and Phil first thing in the morning. This isn't going to be smut, but it will be a beautiful tale of love in its most innocent form.
