Tourgether

Dinner Before

A/N: Little backstory- you'll notice that this chapter doesn't really belong because it started as a oneshot and evolved into this whole story. I figured I'd include it because it shows where it all began and I really like it (it's actually one of my faves). Now on with the story!

“... and if you’re new why not tickle the subscribe button? Anyway, Byeza!” I finished and turned off the camera. I had just finished making a video that would be explaining my lack of future videos as I would be off TATINOF-ing with Dan and Phil. I played a small part in the actual show as I had only been part of the Dan and Phil story for a little over two years now, but Dan and Phil wanted me to be with them on tour.

“Eliza! Are you done yet?” Dan yelled as though I’d been in my room for hours when in reality it had only been about twenty minutes. I rolled my eyes, “I told you you could start dinner without me!” I yelled back as I put away my camera. “But you’re supposed to keep Phil busy while I cook dinner so he doesn’t ‘help’ me!” Dan replied. “I didn’t mean to break all the eggs! I swear!” I stifled my giggles as Dan proceeded to reprimand Phil. I left the rest of my set up to put away later and hurried into the kitchen. “Thank God,” Dan said, placing a quick peck on my lips, “He’s in the lounge pouting like a baby,” Dan said, making sure to say the last part loud enough for Phil to hear. I rolled my eyes and hurried into the lounge. “Phil, what’s wrong?” I asked as I draped my arms over his shoulders and put my chin on top of his head after placing a kiss in the same spot. “I can’t do anything right and now Dan hates me,” Phil complained. Phil was prone to hyperbole. “He doesn’t hate you,” I told him, but Phil just continued his pouting. “Dan!” I yelled and Dan walked in a second later. “Do you hate Phil?” I asked. Dan sighed and leaned on the back of the couch next to me looking down at Phil. “No, in fact I really like Phil,” Dan answered as he dove down and kissed Phil’s cheek. Phil tried to keep pouting, but Dan eventually began to tickle Phil which made him laugh, “Alright! Stop it! Stop it!” Dan continued his barrage on Phil’s ribs.

I rolled my eyes and went into the kitchen to check on dinner just as the pot with the pasta began to bubble over. As I stirred the laughing subsided just as Dan yelled, “Eliza! Phil touched my neck!” I chuckled. Dan would never admit it but the reason he hated people touching his neck was because it was his turn on, as proven when I walked in on Dan now kissing Phil’s neck and running his hands through Phil’s hair. “Dan I can do pasta but I haven’t a clue what you’re making in the other pots,” I said plainly just as the smoke detector went off in the kitchen. “Shit!” Dan cursed, running into the kitchen. Phil blushed as he straightened his hair and rubbed the red spots on his neck. “I have to make a video tomorrow,” Phil complained, “What am I supposed to do, wear a scarf? It’s nearly summer!” I shook my head as I plopped down next to Phil, “Well you know how he gets when you touch his neck. It’s your own fault, Phil.” Phil pouted and continued to rub his neck. “Stop, you’re just going to make it worse,” I told him. “I know, but it hurts, he was really rough.” I sighed and moved Phil’s hand to place a gentle kiss on the hickey Dan had made. “Better?” I asked, but Phil didn’t respond, just pulled me onto his lap and nuzzled his face into the crook of my neck. “I’ll take that as a yes then,” I said as I fixed his hair as best I could from where Dan had messed it up.

We stayed like that for a while until I was wrenched from Phil’s lap by two surprisingly strong arms. “Dan!” Phil whined as Dan threw me over his shoulder. “No, she’s mine now. This is your punishment for touching my neck. Dinner’s on the table!” he yelled as he carried me towards the stairs that led to the bedrooms. I saw Phil pouting and grinned as an idea came to mind. I quickly reached up and lightly ran my hand across the back of Dan’s neck. Dan gasped and practically dropped me, but instead just clumsily put me down. He looked at me with only half-mock betrayal. I could hear Phil laughing behind me and saw Dan glaring at him. “All I wanted to do was have a nice dinner with my partners, but no, apparently even the people who are supposed to care about me the most-” I cut him off by pressing my lips to his. It took a moment but Dan soon melted into the kiss, wrapping his arms around my waist and pulling me closer to him. “Aw, jealous!” Phil complained from the lounge. We broke apart, neither of us able to not laugh at that. “Come on,” I said grabbing Dan’s arm and dragging him through the lounge where I grabbed Phil’s arm and dragged them both into the kitchen. “Let’s have a nice dinner.” Dan grinned as Phil exclaimed, “Yay!” I heard Dan and Phil kiss above my head before I felt them each kiss either side of my head. So we sat down and had a nice meal made by Dan (and his ‘helper’ Phil).