Chapter Eight

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by my_alltimehigh

by my_alltimehigh

When Phil's alarm went off, his eyes shot open and he sat up, shaking the image of a sweating Dan Howell out of his head. He climbed out of bed and walked into the kitchen, pouting a cup of coffee as his phone began to ring from the other room. With a small groan he walked back into his room and picked the device up, stifling a yawn. "Hello?"
"Phillip Michael Lester!" Lee's voice screeched, and he held the phone away from his ear with a grimace. "Yes?"
"Did you have that dream again?"
"I think I have a problem Lee. He's my student. Is he even 18?"
"He will be next week!" She said, and he sighed. "I'm still his teacher."
"Until May."
"So what 8 months?"
"Yep."
"Your not helpful."
"I'm not trying to be." She laughed, then disconnected. He bit back a curse and took a gulp of coffee, burning his tongue in the process. "Fuck." He spat, and poured the cup out with a hiss as he went into the bathroom, showering and dressing quickly.

By seven fifteen he was done, dressed in black skinny jeans and a white t shirt, to lazy for anything else. As he pulled on his shoes and his jacket, a knock sounded at his door. Letting out a sigh, he walked forward to see Dan standing there with a plate and a shy expression, his cheeks red from the cold and his body clad in pyjamas. "Dan?"
"Hello. Two things, one it's a Saturday, and two my mum asked me to being this over. Neighbourly duties and all that. It's pancakes from breakfast." He said awkwardly, and Phil bit back a curse stepping back to let the boy in.

"Lee woke me up. Come on in, it's cold as hell today." He grinned, and Dan walked in slowly, placing the plate on the counter. "Nice place." He grinned, walking through the living room and sitting on the couch. Phil walked over and collapsed next to him, tilting his head back against the cushions.

Ten minutes later the two were in a intense Mario Kart battle, which Dan was winning. Not just due to his expertise, but also because he was distracting Phil, with the way he leant forward, the way his hair curled around his ears, and mostly the way he kept biting his lip when driving. "Dammit." Phil muttered as Dan won another race, and the boy raised his arms up, dancing and cheering. "Woooo! Suck it!" He cheered, sticking his tongue out playfully. "Yeah yeah, brag." He said with a roll of his eyes, pushing the younger boy playfully. Dan fell and grabbed onto Phil's wrist, bringing him down to the floor with him Phil closed his eyes, them reopened them to see Dans face centimetres from his own. "D-Dan I'm sorry." He stuttered and the boy grinned cheekily, biting his lower lip. "It's okay Phil." He breathed, and a warm scent of cinnamon hit him, making him slightly dizzy. "Phil?"
"Yes?"
"Can I try something?"
"Yes?" He breathed, though it came out sounding like a question due to how nervous he was.

"Okay." He whispered, and then pressed his lips to Phil's.