Error Code: Dan Howell (Phan)

Thirteen

Dan wakes up abruptly due to the alarm he had forgotten to turn off. The brunette shifts his position to try and get more comfortable but he can't seem to. It's like he's sleeping on a metal bar with a thin fabric connected to it, as if he was sleeping on the edge of a camp bed.

Camp bed, oh crap.

Dan's eyes dart up and his breath hitches in his throat as his heart starts to beat.

Phil's lips are slightly parted to let air pass into his lungs and his hair is spread across his forehead. His arms are loosely wrapped around Dan's form while the brunette's legs and arms hold Phil's thin frame. If Dan wanted to, he could move his head up and kiss him. He had control of the situation. The power felt intimidating. He felt like it was coursing through his veins and clouding his mind. Vulnerable. That's what Phil was, vulnerable. The thought of control got his heart racing. Waking up Phil to his kisses, or playing with his hair. He could do that, he had the power to.

Beep beep beep

Phil's eyes snap open and he looks down at Dan who was trying his hardest to slow his breath. Phil was just to much for him to handle.

"Dan, Dan calm down. Deep breathes. It's okay baby. It's okay." Phil's hands travel up Dan's back to get to his face and hold it. The tingling sensation of where his hands traveled tipped him over the edge.

Beep

"Ack!" Dan clutches his chest in pain.

Phil curses under his breath and moves off the camp bed. Then he picks up Dan and places him on his regular bed. Dan takes off his shirt in a hurry and lays on his stomach. Phil sits on Dan lower back and puts his thumb on the small dent in his upper left back. The hatch opens and Phil pulls the switch down before letting it go so it can snap into place.

"Rebooting." Dan's eyes close and he falls into a temporary death as Phil sighs in frustration. It isn't going to be easy dating Dan.

Suddenly, the door swings open and Phil freezes in place. "Hey Dan I was wondering if you'd like some pancakes for break-" It's Dan's mum. She pauses when she sees Phil looking horrified as he sits on the lower back of her shirtless son. So she does what any mother would in a situation like this. She screams. And Phil tries to yell over her. "It's not what it looks like!"

~

Dan layed unconscious on his bed, his legs spread out and his arms against his sides. Phil sat at the foot of the bed with his hand resting over one of Dan's. Dan's mum sat in one of his swivel chair across from Phil, her legs were crossed and her arms folded in her lap. If this was a movie, she'd look like the villain just by the way she's sitting right now. She just needs a cigarette in her hands or mouth along with a scar and she'd look perfect for the part.

Neither of them dare to start conversation, Phil feels like all the words he thinks he should say are the wrongs ones. And Dan's mum feels that every word doesn't get to what she wants to say to the bloke she sitting across from her.

"So you know?" She starts, her fingers twinning together.

"Yes." Phil answers simply, his thumb runs across Dan's cold hand, it was mostly just to comfort himself though, Dan's mum was intimidating.

"How?" Talk about a woman of few words.

Phil bites his lip and looks at Dan, who just makes an unconscious groaning sound that's followed by a beep. "I'll have him tell you, if or when he's ready."

"Alright, I guess that's reasonable." Dan's mum agrees even though she obviously wants to push until Phil cracks. She seems like a overbearing but loving parent.