Secrets to Keep (Phan)

Chapter 3

I awoke the next morning from my first good nights sleep in ages, letting out a yawn, and looking down to see Dan, (Who must've slid down to the floor along with me.) sleeping peacefully, and cuddled into my chest. My arm was draped loosely over his waist, and for a moment I couldn't help but smile at the situation, before I realized how wrong it was.

He was sixteen for fucks sakes, a captive who's fate had yet to be determined.

Was I even gay?

I don't think I was, but then again, something about seeing him all curled up, lips parted slightly and in this completely vulnerable state, made something inside me fuzzy and warm. I found myself thinking that the way his hair stuck up everywhere in feathered tufts was extremely adorable, and wondering just how soft his full, pink, lips really were.

I cut off my own thoughts, making a mental note to deal with my sexuality later, and instead try to figure out how I could get up to pee without waking Dan. Though just as I was about to remove my arm from under his, and untangle our legs, I saw his brown eyes flutter open, staring into mine.

"Morning." I croaked, my voice groggy with sleep.

"Morning." Dan replied, his morning voice sounding far more attractive than my own.

"Um, do want to use the bathroom? It's probably been ages since you've gone." I asked, removing my arm that was still around the younger boys waist.

"You practically read my mind. It alright if I have a shower as well?" Dan asked, sitting up and stretching his arms.

"Yeah, and I'm pretty sure there's some spare toothbrushes under the sink." I replied, copying his actions before standing up. I held out my hand to help the younger boy up, which he accepted with a smile as I pulled him to his feet.

After checking the time on my phone, and confirming that it was indeed really early, I told Dan to keep quiet so that we didn't wake up Paul, who probably slept on the couch. We crept up the stairs, careful to not step on the extremely creaky ones, and forcing back smiles at the sound of heavy snoring coming from the living room.

I led Dan into the bathroom, showing him how the shower worked, and grabbing him the least tattered looking towel from the closet. He let out a small thanks, and I left just as the steam began to pour into the air.

As I sat outside of the bathroom door, listening to Dan sing 'Sunburn' by Muse softly, I became increasingly aware of how badly I actually did have to use the bathroom. I sat there wiggling awkwardly for a while, until I knew that I couldn't take it any more, and stood up. When I opened the door, Dan immediately stopped singing,

"Phil?" he questioned timidly, turning his body away so that nothing was visible through the distorted glass other than a blurry outline.

"Yeah, it's me. Sorry but I really have to pee." I explained, shutting the door behind me, and walking over to the toilet.

"Oh, ok." Dan replied, as I tried my hardest not to let my eyes wander over to the outline of his naked body. I took care of my business quickly, and it was even more awkward than in the men's room because at least then people weren't completely nude.

I finished up and washed my hands, making sure that my zipper was all the way up before opening the door to see Paul standing there. His green eyes were half open, his hair tousled and sweatpants hanging dangerously low on his waist. Yet for some reason, I didn't find it as cute as how Dan looked when he first woke up. He didn't make butterflies pour into my stomach, or make my heart beat at record speeds, because he was Paul, and for some reason Dan was the only one with that power.