ignite // phan

rev•er•ie

/ˈrɛv(ə)ri/
noun
a state of being pleasantly lost in one's thoughts; a daydream.

Dan stiffened at the touch of Phil's lips on his own. He almost jumped right out of bed in shock although managed to compose himself before the other boy noticed.

Phil lips were quite possibly the warmest and most softest Dan had ever encountered. The soft touch was enough to make butterflies erupt in his stomach.

Dan peered through his eyes lashes, opening his eyes enough to see Phil but not enough for Phil to see that he wasn't asleep, and my gosh was he glad that he did.

Phil was leant over Dan, his arm around him, propping him up. He still had the red flannelette shirt he had worn during the day on, but he looked completely different than he had that morning.

The small amount of moonlight that crept its away around the curtains illuminated Phil completely. His already pale skin shone, not an unhealthy white but the same colour as pure diamond.

The more you looked at him, the more you noticed and the more beautiful he became. His dark ebony hair was the complete opposite of his pale complexion but it complemented it completely, making Phil look even rarer.

Phil pulled back, lifting himself off of dan, his crystal blue eyes catching the moonlight as he moved. He sat upright admiring him as Dan made eye contact with Phil through slitted eyes. Phil didn't seem to have noticed, although Dan shut his eyes just to be safe.

The room was dead silent, not even the noise of the usual traffic outside dare interrupt the two boys in this odd moment. The pulse in his ear and was the only thing Dan could hear, along with his heavy breathing that was getting more agitated throughout the whole ordeal.

'Focus on your breathing,' Dan scolded himself, 'you're meant to be asleep!'

They sat like that for what felt forever until a soft sigh escaped Phil lips as he muttered something. Dan's eyes widen, no longer caring if Phil knew he was awake, as the older boy rolled over to the opposite side of the bed, pulling the covers up around him.

Dan stayed still, his eyes still wide in shock before a shy smirk spread across his face.

And that's how he finally fell asleep, laying next to Phil Lester, staring at the ceiling and thinking about the words the other boy had muttered. The words that sounded a lot like 'I really like you'

***

Dan woke up in an empty bed. It took quite some time for him to realise that it was not in his own home, before he remembered that he did not even own a bed, and even longer for him to realise that it's was Phil's.

His recollection from last nights events, just before his fell asleep, seemed to be nothing but a dream. He was sure they were real, not just a figment of his imagination. Weren't they?

His shook the thought, dragging him self out of bed. He would have stayed in there all day if he could.

He barely had enough time to check his phone and pull on one of Phil's shirts from the draw before a very loud smash sounded from downstairs.

Dan immediately forgot whatever he was doing and sprinted towards the source of the noise, almost falling down the stairs.

"What the fuck-!" Dan exclaimed.

Phil was stood like a stunned dear in the middle of the lounge room, his eyes wide in shock. A thin layer of dirt surrounded him.

"Phil.. what the frick are you doing?" Dan asked, hesitating.

"Um.." Phil stammered, "I-I dropped Loki- I-I mean my houseplant!"

Dan gave him a laughable glare, "you've started naming your houseplants?!"

But Phil said nothing in return, instead he just kept his gazed fixated on Dan.  A shiver ran up his spine although Dan didn't not think it was caused by the weather. Although it was considerably cold for a spring morning.

And then everything clicked in Dan head.

Why Phil was staring, why he wasn't talking and why it felt colder than usually. He brought his hand up to his head.

"Oh god," he thought out loud, "I'm not wearing any pants am I?"

"Um.. nope" Phil laughed through his teeth.

Dan could feel the heat rising to his cheeks, turning them a bright shade of pink.

"Jesus you scared the shit out of me dropping that plant, I forgot pants. I'll be right back," Dan said turning to make his way back up the stairs. He got three steps up before Phil spoke up again.

"No it's alright"

Dan turned around to question him, a silent 'what?' forming on his tongue before his jaw drop.

Phil stood in nothing but his shirt and a pair of blue boxers with white stars on them. Dan tried his hardest to not let his eyes travel down and gulped a little too loudly.

The sound of Phil's belt hitting the ground snapped Dan back to reality and he averted his eyes, somehow making the situation even more awkward that it already was.

Phil cleared his threat, obviously regretting his eccentric decision but there was no going back now. He shrugged, smiling. It was a completely innocent act that still caused dirtier thoughts to cluster in Dan's head. If things continued on this way, Dan might need to conviently position a cushion to cover his crotch.

Dan gave Phil an awkward smile in return, rocking back on his heels but Phil seemed to be filled with a sudden confidence.

"Pants are overrated anyway," he said before walking back into the kitchen, forgetting about his mess.

A/N
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