Phan One-Shots

Intoxicated

A/n: me?? yuri on ice trash?? its more likely than u think

Genre: smut

Wordcount: 8,986

Summary: The birthday fluff fic everyone asked for gone wrong, turned into the birthday sin fic no one asked for

Warnings: rimming, deep-throating, edging

That morning, Dan woke up to the sound of snoring, much to his dismay. He didn't even have to look to know the source of the noise, by now he was as used to the low grumble that haunted the other side of the bed some nights. Usually it was only when Phil was fighting away a cold, or sleeping with his face pressed into the pillow like an idiot. A quick peer to his right side proved that the latter was the case tonight.

He rolled his eyes fondly, fumbling blindly for his phone when his eyes were so determinedly focused on the man next to him. A quick glance at the time, however, totally changed his priorities. It wasn't the middle of the night like he'd expected, but rather very early in the morning, just before the sun was likely to start rising.

Deciding to use his early start to his advantage, Dan rolled out of bed and yawned as he stumbled through the dark toward the bathroom.

When he came back, cheeks flushed and his hair hardly any tamer than it'd been when he left, the early morning sun had long since started to filter through the windows.

Dan paused at the foot of the bed, a lopsided smile splayed across his lips as he took in the way Phil had effortlessly overtaken his side of the bed in his absence. Limbs sprawled out in every direction and his jaw hanging slack, it was hardly the most graceful of states. But, oh, how Dan loved it. He could hardly tear his eyes away from the scene, and even then it was only to grab his phone and snap a picture.

Phil looked like an absolute idiot, but he was Dan's idiot.

He sat on the edge of the bed, deciding that now was as good as time a time as ever to type out his annual birthday tweet to the most important person in his life. One scroll through his twitter mentions made it clear that everyone was waiting on it, practically beside themselves with eagerness to see how he would try to upstage last year's tweet. He wasn't entirely sure when it'd turned into a competition with his past self to see how sentimental he could be without blatantly confessing his love to Phil publicly, but he was having more and more fun with it every year.

Dan smiled softly, lying back against the mattress and propping himself up on one elbow. He typed out the tweet hurriedly, though unlike usual he took the time to tediously scan for typos before sending it out. He knew what kind of attention this was going to get, he'd be damned if he took away from the overall meaning behind the message with a slip of his fingers.

"happy birthday to amazingphil you may be on the road to death but the light and warmth you bring to our lives is as everlasting as the sun"

It was cheesy, oh god, was it ever. It wasn't the type of thing he'd ever say to Phil in person, never in a million years, but that didn't take away from the fact that he felt it. He felt it so strongly, every time he so much as thought about the man he loved he could feel the way it brightened his mood. All jokes aside, Phil truly had been the only light in his life through many dark times, and even though things had gotten better since, he never wanted Phil to forget how much that meant to him.

He dropped his phone onto the bed indifferently, attention suddenly set on something far more interesting as Phil started to shift in his sleep. Dan watched avidly, as if it were his favorite show, as Phil twisted in the sheets and stretched out. Apparently, the very edge of the mattress that Dan had reclaimed as his own, was simply too constricting for his unconscious lover.