Flowers and Ink~A Phan Fic

The Piano

Phil's P.O.V-

"I wanted to play the piano for you." Dan said, leading me to a room with a grand piano. He directed me to sit on a comfy pink chair that gave me a perfect view of Dan playing the oak instrument.

Taking a seat of his own, he played the first key. I waited for the following notes, but they never came. I looked up to see Dan staring intensely at the piano, a red hue across his cheeks that were vibrant in the dimly lit room.

"I--uh, sorry I'm not very good..do you mind if I just play one of my favorite pieces? Please don't judge me, I'm warning you that I'm not very good." He stuttered out, never once looking up at me.

"Of course, beautiful. Do what you like, I'm sure it'll be endearing regardless." I stated simply, feeling my heart throb with anticipation.

The notes then flowed rapidly, giving me chills as the beautiful melodies filled the air around me. The notes were so harmonious. I knew perfect melodies were hard to find, but one like this made me feel as though I could touch the sky. I shivered as the raw emotion Dan portrayed danced across my skin. Every note he played evoked an emotion in me that I had never explored before. I watched as his hands flowed like a river across the keyboard, hitting every note just right. Not to hard, not too soft. The music made me feel so good, like a pleasure was overcoming me. As I watched, I couldn't help but to think how much better it would feel if his hands were on me, and not the piano.

The music washed over me, as I soon forced myself to stand up and sneak my way to him. Wrapping my arms around him, I rested my head on his neck, making sure my heavy breaths could be felt on his skin. Hesitance swept over him. You could tell as each note came slower than the last. I could see him become flustered as he adjusted slightly. I planted a kiss on his neck, lingering for a long while. Then I kissed him again, closer to his collar bones this time. I felt drunk as the music almost completely stopped, and my tongue began to trace the outline of his collar bone. He gave a jagged breath, that made me release my own sharp one. My hands soon found themselves on his waist, trying to get under his shirt. He removed his hands from the piano and quickly spun himself around. My lips moved up to his lips as we became more heated. Soon, Dan suggested we move to the bedroom. I decided it would be best to stay on the piano.