warning: fluff fluff fluff
phil slept at dan's house that night.
in his bed. next to him.
dan was too aware of the human body next to his to fall asleep. he could hear phil's breathing, and see his chest rising with every breath. dan watched him sleep, his mouth slightly open, eyes shut tightly. phil moved a lot when he slept. he snuggled up to dan at one point, and dan didn't dare wake him up, so he tried to ignore the touch. he ended up falling asleep after a while, his tiredness and lack of sleep taking over him.
he woke up with the blue-eyed boy resting his head on his chest. dan felt a pleasureful chill go down his spine, and closed his eyes, feeling comfy. he then stopped himself and pushed phil away slightly, realising this was an unnatural thing to do with a boy he barely knew and was simply a friend. not even that, to be honest.
dan shut his eyes, angry all of sudden. he always got angry far too easily. he felt it bubbling up inside him and ended up lashing out at others when they had done nothing. he looked at the boy sleeping soundly next to him. phil moved a little, making dan edge away from him even more, pressing his back against the wall. phil blinked, and looked at him, yawning, then smiling.
"morning, dan," he grinned, his blue eyes trapping dan in his stare. dan felt himself getting lost, drowning, in the boy's deep blue swimming-pool-like eyes.
"dan? hello? why are you staring at me like i'm food?"
"huh? oh, sorry," dan felt a blush creep up his cheeks as he turned away. "g-good morning."
"you move a lot in your sleep, you know that? you kept getting closer to me and waking me up," phil said, looking down at his hands.
"s-sorry," dan couldn't bring himself to look at phil.
"no, it's fine. really. your chest is a comfy pillow- i mean- uh—," phil's cheeks turned a dark shade of red, and he scratched the back of his head awkwardly. dan chuckled.
"that's okay. i didn't mind being close to you at all. it was quite nice," dan said, regretting his words. what the hell, dan?
dan couldn't help but feel immensely attracted to the boy. not exactly in a loving way, he simply desired the boy's touch. even phil's hand pushing his shoulder in a jokily manner as they laughed made electric shocks run through dan's body.
they spent ages sitting on dan's bed and chatting. dan felt happy, and the feeling lasted. that was quite rare for him.
"so dan," phil suddenly changed the subject. "are you a big spoon or a little spoon?"
"i- i'm not really sure," dan blushed furiously with images of him and phil spooning entering his mind and taunting him. he felt so stupid. this was ridiculous.
"i'm a big spoon, always have been. but once i dated this guy who insisted on making me the little spoon - it was torture," phil laughed.
once i dated this guy.
guy.
so phil wasn't straight?
dan felt a smile form on his expression. why was he smiling? why was he happy that phil was not straight? dan was just so confused. this was why he didn't talk to other humans. he didn't know what talking to someone was like, so he instantly though he had a crush on phil. he was just being stupid, as always.
