Polariod// Phan

Canon eos

Phil releases dan from his hold.
"What makes your photo gallery so interesting, Howell?" Phil whispered right by dans ear.
"come find out, phil."
Phil quickly connected his lips to dans soft, but chapped ones. Dan was taken aback by these actions, and let out a slight whimper, but brought his hands up to Phil.
"Lets go up to a darkroom, my darling."
And with that, phil was quickly pulling dan up the stairs and to a low lighted room in the corner of the house. Phil, who was preoccupied with feeling howell, didn't notice that dan had set his camera down on the side. Which was a rare thing to see.

(lol I suck it's gonna be Phil's perspective now)
I have my hands touching him, feeling him, gripping onto his limbs and lifting him closer to me.
"Your so pretty. So so pretty" I whisper feverishly in his ear, and heard him make a small noise.
I break the kiss for a moment, only to look at his face, before pushing him into a door and leaning as close as possible to him, and pushing the hair out of his face into his forehead.
I grab the small of his back and he's so close to me, I can hear his heart.
"phil." He whined, and released a sigh.
"Don't worry, don't worry, your good. I'm here. I have you, we can make a wonderful photograph." I whisper, my voice starting to be raspy.
I had an idea pop into my head. I wanted to take a Polaroid of this. Of course I wasn't going to grab a stranger. But I paused our scene, and pull away, though dan make a noise of release, I quickly grabbed my Polaroid on the floor, and grab howell, before smashing my lips onto his and a second later, snapping a photo. Then I smiled at him, and taking one more on me kissing the side of his mouth, and smushing his face with my hands and taking another photo. Now that we both have one, I smirk.
"Now where we're we?" I say and reconnect our lips.
"phil, phil, is someone going to walk in? are we okay?" He says worryingly.
I smirk, "sometimes people interrupt photos, but the pic is always eventually taken, right?"
He nods and smiles, and hesitantly reconnects our lips, and pull him onto my waist.
"Just wrap your legs around me princess." I say and he does it nervously.
I press him back to the wall, and we resume our session.
He's so gentle, I'm afraid I'll hurt him if I grasp hard. He's dan. The soft photographer. And he's everything.
I hear dan makes a whining noise as my chapped lips attach to his neck leaving soft kisses down, before biting his collarbone.
I could feel his pressure build up, and him let out a rough sigh. Gradually I move him, from the wall, to the bed, which I straddle him on and watch as he stares into my eyes.
"what makes you so god damn beautiful Phil Lester?" He said and he looked confused, but I can tell what me means, and I grab his hips and leave a gentle kiss on his lips. Before a hear a yawn escape his lips and him smile.
"We shall see what other photos we can take sometime, but I'm now doctor Phil, and I say your coming to my place and getting some sleep. "
He whines as a sit off of him, and drag him upwards.
"We're gonna go tell your brother, and ditch this party, with photo interrupters, and other photographers."
He runs over to grab his camera before taking my hand and we go down the creaky steps into the main room, where I spot Adrian juggling a beer. He's friends with my brother, and I know him sorta on a personal level.
I come up to him before I whisper "Dans coming to my place, he's pretty tired, send me a text."
"Alright, I don't want my little bro to have been fucked into next week, Phil. Got it?" He says to me chuckling and raising an eyebrow.
"You'll never know if I did, but who am I kidding, it's dan, you know him." I said, before giving him a friendly shoulder pat.
Before finding dan, who was lazily standing by the door. I grab his hand, and yank him outside and into my 1998' ford truck.
"Philly, are we there yet?" He says, and I cringe at the name but shake my head.
"We haven't even left yet dude." I say gently, before driving down the road known at Gilsbury Wy, and head to moonlight dr.
The silent drive with dan drifting off and waking up cause of my cleverly place hand on his thigh made the ride comfortable.
We get there, and park. Dan is slightly drunk and tired, so I grab his wrist and just pull him out of my side. And we walk to my garage door, with dan nodding off every few steps.
"Phil, is that you?" I hear a call from the living room.
Dang.
"Yes mum! Daniel, the boy from down the streets tired and mainly asleep so we're going to bed!" I say and wait for a response.
My dad answers "alright! I don't want to find any wandering condoms by the way! Love you goodnight!" He laughs and continues to watch tv.
My parents are great, honestly, they don't mind my tattoos, they helped me find a job. They're that go to team, and there pretty awesome, my dads a curator at the local museum and my mom is a children's nurse at the closest children's hospital. Then there's my brother, but Martyn is chill, and helps out a lot, and is great friends with Adrian.
I drag Dan down the stairs to the basement, where I have my little room. Dan is complaining about a person walking they're dog he saw out of my window, when I actually get him into the room and laying on my bed.
I may get him to shut up, by cuddling him, but that's all I can think of. So I do it,
"I don't understand misser why it's a reasonable hour to be out in the streets walking a dog after 11 pm! it's just considerate to not do it. like who even woul-"
He is cut off as he is pulled into a tight embrace with his body lining up to mine.
He flinches and seems to be scared. As I made sure we're in a tight spoon cuddle.
"Goodnight dan, calm down, relax, sleep."
"goodnight my tattoo boy."
I remember smiling as I fell asleep with my arms tightly around him.