[No] Homo

Chapter Nineteen

October 25th, 1945

Stockport, England

Dan woke up later than usual, Phil was already awake and sat up in bed, reading the paper. Dan shifted, looking up at him. Dan studied his face, the pills blurring the his vision only slightly. Phil had noticed him looking and smiled.

"Morning, baby," said Phil, and Dan moved closer to him, still looking at him.

"4 years," mumbled Dan. Phil furrowed his eyebrows, confused a bit at first. "I love you," said Dan. Phil sat there for a moment, processing what Dan said to him. He hadn't heard him say it in so long.

"I love you too," Phil closed his newspaper and shifted himself to hover over Dan. He rubbed his skinny shoulders and kissed his cold lips.

Since months ago, Dan wasn't himself anymore. He was distant and his eyes didn't show life anymore. It was like all the lights were on but nobody home.

His skin was pale and his brown eyes dull. Phil missed him so much.

"Can we...?" Dan whispered as he felt the pleasure of Phil's lips on his own.

This took Phil back a bit. He wasn't expecting Dan to want to have sex. Phil nodded though, surprised and proceeded to kiss him more. Dan allowed Phil to kiss down his body, slowly yet surely.

The feeling of pure bliss covered Dan completely as Phil's warm hands roamed his body. Dan leaned his head back and Phil took in his scenery.

"You're beautiful," whispered Phil, his eyes moving back and forth from Dan's eyes. Dan looked back at him, an unsettling feeling dumped in his stomach.

"I used to be,"