Phan One Shots

Memories

   I sat in the lounge, my laptop in my lap causing my thighs to keep warm. It was around 10pm, I was answering emails and Phil was recording videos for Australia. I already had my done and edited and onto my laptop ready to upload. Phil on the other hand was always one to do things at last minute then lazily edit it. Somehow they still managed to look amazing and well thought out.

   I started getting bored of Tumblr and Twitter, I already interacted with a few fans and smiled at their reaction to me talking to them. I decided to get up and see what Phil was doing.

   "....So then I just stopped and he..." I sat at the doorway and watched him record. He seen me, but choose to ignore me. I always watched Phil record. It was fun seeing him do so. Sometimes I got to be a part in his video, I always liked that.

   My eyes traveled over to his blue and green duvet and smiled. It reminded me of his old room sometimes. The room we first kissed it. The room where we filmed our video video together. I gently touched my lips and smiled. I loved the colors blue and green together.

   "Welcome to my casa!" Phil said with a smile. He walked across the small room and plopped down on his bed, watching me. The room was small, with posters covering the ceiling and back wall where his camera was set up. The infamous Lion was sat on top of the camera, as a reminder to be placed in the next video.

   "Cute." I said with a smile.

   "Dan... Come here please." I did. I slowly walked over to him. He wrapped his arms around my waist and looked up at me. My hands found his hair, I began to play with it.

   "I like this." He murmured.

   "Me too." I smiled.

   He pulled me down to him, me sitting in his lap, and kissed me. I was such an awkward mess, I was sweating and I for a second I forgot how to kiss. He was so damn perfect. Everything about him made me happy. His smile, the way he laughed, how positive he was about everything, how he looked at me when he spoke. He was actually a gift from God himself, and no way was I ever letting go.

   "Phil." I mumbled between kisses. "I love you."

  "I love you more." He purred against my neck.

   "Dan? Are you okay? Did you break again?" Phil was snapping in my face.

   "Stop!" I smiled, grabbing his hands. "I'm okay, I promise. I was just... Remembering things."

   "Oh? What things?" He grinned. "I wanna know!"

   Instead of telling him our first kiss, I said something else.

   "P-Phil stop that tickles!" Phil slowly raked his fingers up my thighs and to my waist.

   "No," he said against my neck. He gently nibbled and kissed my sweet spot. Sure, it felt really good. It was the first time someone had ever kissed my neck.

   "I-Itll turn me on.." I said softly. My hands grabbed at his shirt.

   "Good." I let out a moan as he started to suck gently. My hips couldn't help but grind against his. He groaned slightly and bit a little harder.

  "God Phil..." I breathed. "Stop teasing me.."

   "What do you want?" He asked.

   "You."

   "In detail."

   "I want you to bend me over..." I whispered. "Please Phil... Please.."

   Phil's face was red.

   "I-I was quite the flirt back then huh?" He giggled, making my heart leap out from my chest.

   "You still can be," I smiled at him. "Especially on holiday."

   "Hey!" He covered my mouth quickly. "We don't speak of that!"

   "If you say so~"

  "Now uhm..." Phil scratched the back of his neck. "I'm gonna go shower."

   "Without me?" I scoffed. "Rude."

   "Then come on, lazy bones!"

   We raced to the shower. But never made it there.