Phan Oneshots

Lantern in Your Heart

Summary: Phil is bicurious, so to help him figure out his sexuality, he ends up at a gay club. There, he meets Dan, who helps him out in more ways than one.
Word Count: 4,184
Warnings: smut, public sex, questioning sexuality, alcohol
A/N: I've FINALLY posted a fic! Woo! These past couple months have been crazy with final exams and work and moving back into my parents house so I didn't have a lot of time to figure out an idea for a short fic! I've been working on loads of long ones (i literally have FOUR like what the fuck) but they were taking too much time to complete so I decided to write a shorter fic to stave off your guys' thirst 8) lmao. I hope you like this, i figured there werent enough bicurious fics out there so i decided to make one. Thank you to snowbunnylester (on tumblr)  for ideas and editing and thank you to omgdatphantho (tumblr)  for the title of this fic (:

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Phil didn't know what he was doing here.

Only a year ago, he would have laughed in the face of the person who'd told him he would be in a gay bar of his own decision. And now, he was gazing at every single guy who passed, wondering if they were the one he wanted to take back to bed that night. It was the biggest character development he'd ever seen, that was for sure.

Phil was there on a mission. A mission to figure out his sexuality once and for all. To possibly just take away his label of 'bi-curious' and replace it with 'bisexual' instead.

Except, none of the lads were catching his eye. There were plenty who he could admit were objectively pretty, but none that he could see himself taking to his bed, none that made him want to scream 'I am gay!' and run into the sunset. Maybe he wasn't bisexual after all, then.

"Give me another jack and coke," Phil muttered to the bartender, a little bit annoyed that his night was going the opposite of planned. He tapped his fingers on the wooden bartop, drumming them to the overbeat pop song that was playing. It was blaring into his ears and he feared it would make his ears bleed if it went on for too much longer.

Being in a gay bar was almost surreal. Phil would have thought there would be something different about it that set it apart from regular bars. Maybe some glitter, pink lights, perhaps even a drag show going on. But no. It was literally a just a bar with an overabundance of gay people and far too many buff guys that eyed him up like he was a piece of candy. (Phil winced whenever he thought about getting into bed with any of them, a phantom pain already starting in his ass).

The bartender sat a glass full of liquor in front of him, to which Phil thanked him for and sipped at. This was lame and he was far too bored. He should have known that he wouldn't have been able to determine his sexuality so easily.

Just then, a body slid into the seat beside him, but he didn't glance towards them. He decided that he was going to finish his drink and leave, because obviously there was nothing exciting or new for him here. He shouldn't allow himself to suffer for any longer, shouldn't subject himself to anymore uncomfortable stares if he didn't absolutely have to. He took another swig of his jack and coke, just as someone touched his arm. "You're looking quite lonely on a Friday night," a sultry voice spoke from beside him.

Phil tried his hardest not to grimace. He'd already warded off two other buff dudes, and he wasn't particularly feeling a third. He knocked back more of his drink, the alcohol burning his taste buds, and turned to the man beside him, mouth opened to tell him to leave him alone.

Except maybe he didn't want this man to leave him alone.

The man was definitely not another buff guy trying to pound Phil's ass into oblivion, no. In fact, if Phil was curious about his sexuality beforehand, he might have just admitted to being bisexual right then and there. Because this man was the most gorgeous person Phil had ever laid eyes on. His hair was a mess of brown curls atop his head, matching his beautiful coffee coloured eyes. He had pretty pink lips that were quirked in a soft smirk, a dimple caving in his cheek, and light freckles dusting over his nose and cheeks.