Flames {phan au}

*i promise..again*

Phil:

I awoke that morning to the sound of my alarm, I quickly turn it off so it doesn't wake Dan. We is sleeping very close to me. He's got a hold of me as though if he lets go I'll leave him, but he sleeps like a log. So when I move it doesn't wake him. The only reaction was a whimper that escapes his lips. It was quiet, but still sensible. I slowly open and close my door and make my way downstairs. My mum is on the phone, she glances over at me and gives me a small smile.

"Alright...alright thank you." she seemed to be finishing a conversation. I didn't mind, I mean I did walk in on her conversing so who am I to complain. I go over to the fridge and grab the milk. Then move my way over and grab cereal, a bowl, and a spoon and sit at the counter and pour it all together into a delicious milky cereal concoction. I love dry cereal, but milky cereal was just as good. Plus I was eating Shreddies, that wouldn't taste very good dry anyways.

"How's he doing?" I shake my head.

"Truthfully, stable I guess. He's even more fragile now. I didn't even know that was possible but apparently it is." I frowned. A tear dripped from my eye directly into my cereal. Gross, but I dont care. She seemed not no notice, which is surprising. She notices everything.

"Poor baby. He doesn't deserve this. He's such a sweet boy." my mum starts to tear up. I stand and put my bowl into the sink. My mum grabs my arm and pulls me into a bear hug. And kissed my cheek. I'm quite tall, so she has to go on her toes to reach me. She lets go and motions for me to go upstairs. I nod. Even if she didn't, I would've gone there anyways, I wanted to be there when Dan woke up. So he wasn't scared or anything. I make it to my door and hear small whimpers. I burst my door open quickly and see Dan crying on my bed. I go over to him and wrap my arms around him and kiss his cheek.

"Dan, whats the matter?" I reach over and grab the notebook again. He starts writing, a few of his tears stain the paper. He hands it back to me. What I read breaks my heart.

{I thought you left me}

"I would never leave you. I will always be here. I promise." I said. My eyes filling up with tears, not letting them fall. He takes the notebook delicately in his hands again, and hands it back.

{Don't make promises you cant keep Phil}

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"Don't you remember what I said before." I started. I then tilted his face upward and kissed his lips again. They were warm. I started pushing my hands through his hair getting it stuck in his bedhead. Then started getting lost in the moment. I pushed him slowly backwards onto my bed, lips still attached, hands still in his hair. He started kissing back. The kiss started to grow more passionate the longer it continued. I brushed my tongue to his bottom lip, him immediately allowing entry. I pushed it through his lips and into his mouth. Examining. A moan escaped me. My cheeks flushed a red colour, but we continued. His hands worked their way up my shirt and around to my back, grazing every inch of my skin. I then detached our lips, both of us panting.

"I dont make promises...I cant keep" I finished. I then started trailing kisses around his collar bone, up to his neck. He then made a noise, not a whimper, but not moan either, I guess his neck was sensitive. I'll note that. I then nipped at his neck leaving a tiny love bruise there. He did the same to me, but instead of leaving one, he left many, I counted five. Another moan escaped, I didn't even try to hide it this time. The room felt like it was a million degrees. He then attached our lips again. The kisses continued to grow more full of passion by the second. I started to take my shirt off, along with him. He was more hesitant.

"It's alright Bear. Don't be self conscious." he jumped when I called him Bear. It's like it was familiar to him. But didn't want to tell me. He took his off as well. Then started again. The kisses started to grow sloppy, noises coming from them. Like the noises you would hear in movies. He started fiddling with my bottoms, and started sliding them down, but then halfway down my bum, my bedroom door started to open.

-

"Oh my goodness, boys seriously. Lock the door." my mum said apologetically.

"Alright well, Martyn left for school so we are going to have that chat we discussed yesterday. Okay. Come downstairs please, and for gods sake Philip pull up your trousers. I know they weren't like that earlier. Oh and a shirt too please thanks." she said leaving the door wide open. I swear to god, is this going to happen every time. I look down at Dan, who still has his hand ruffled in my hair, and look into his beautiful brown eyes. I love them. They're so warm and curious. Even though he says nothing, they could say a thousand words. I giggle once and place a soft kiss onto his lips, he returns by repeating it to me. We both stand and readjust our clothes and make it downstairs. How long were we up there for. It felt like 10 to 15 minutes at the most. But my mum had gotten dressed, make up and all. Baked cookies and set it up in the living room all nicely. Typical mum. We both take a seat facing her. Dan looks incredibly anxious. I take his hand in mine and give it a squeeze to calm his nerves, it seemed to work slightly. My mum looks at us and gives us a smile. She was always super chill and supportive over my sexuality, I've always been grateful for that.

"Okay, I know Dan you probably don't want to talk about this. I understand that. But if my sons boyfriend/best friend/ friend comes to my house crying on the doorstep in the middle of the night. I usually like answers. So instead of you writing it all down, I grabbed my MacBook and decided to have you type the entire thing. Then if we have questions afterward then you could once again type the answers down and I'll read that aloud as well. How does that sound?" Dan nodded in agreement. He took the computer from her and opened the screen that showed a blank Microsoft word document. He began typing.

"Take your time Dan, no need to rush. Just let us know when your finished." my mum said again, leaving the room. I stood up, kissed Dan's cheek and walked off with my mother. I let out a worried sigh. What if I can't handle what he tells me? What if I break down crying? What will happen to Dan afterwards? These thoughts circle in my mind at a high pace. Then my mind becomes clear. I need to stick to what I have told him time and time again. I will be with him and protect him no matter what, I promise.