Craft (Dan & Phil)

Morning

As per his promise, Phil slept with Dan that night. Not sex of course, just sleeping. In the morning they woke to find their arms and legs tangled around each other.

Dan slept more soundly than he had done ever since Phil had died; his dreams less disrupted with nightmares.

He woke up to the sound of Phil's laughter. For once Dan was happy when he opened his eyes and found Phil sitting up, a grin stretched across his face.

"Sorry," chortled Phil, he turned his phone around to show Dan the picture. It was a stupid picture and Dan rolled his eyes, sniggering. Dan lifted his head and placed it comfortably on Phil's lap, grabbing his phone.

Phil's fingers slipped through Dan's hair.

"What do I tell people?" Asked Dan. "Do I tell them you're alive-?"

"You can't!" Cut in Phil nearly pushing Dan off him. "Dan no!"

"Okay, okay," said Dan, lifting his hand and putting it on Phil's face. Phil leant back but Dan kept his hand on his face. Phil poked out his tongue.

"Ew," moans Dan, wiping the saliva on Phil's shirt. "Phil!"

Phil laughed.

Dan felt his stomach flip. He liked flirting with Phil. Was it even flirting? No. No Dan wasn't flirting with his best friend.

He sat up, and sat on Phil's lap, straddling his waist. Phil set down his phone, his eyes wide and his breath ragged as Dan looked at him.

"Dan-" began Phil, his arms instinctively wrapping around Dan's waist. Dan leant forwards and pressed his lips to Phil's. The kiss was tender, and Dans heart was hammering in his chest. But  he wasn't sure what he felt. He'd never wanted to do this so Phil before. He'd only ever dreamt of kissing a girl.

"Phil," he said breaking away. He looked into his friends eyes to see a spark of excitement.

"Yes?" Asked Phil a slight smile carved onto his lips.

Something about the was Phil was looking at him stopped Dan from asking if Phil felt weird about this. Swallowing Dan said, "I need to upload a video."