Phan Short Stories (Phanfiction)

Toothpaste

Word count: 456

"Dan! It's toothpaste, not a poisonous chemical!"
"Fuck off, Phil," Dan growled. "Haven't you done enough damage?"
Phil frowned and backed away, hurt. "I'll wipe it off for you?"
He is rewarded with a door slammed straight in his face. God, this whole sharing-a-tiny-tour-bus-with-not-enough-space thing was really wearing them down.
"Dan!" he called through the plastic. "Please let me in."
The door opened again and Dan stood there. His hair was half wildly curly and half straight. The straight half appeared to be smeared stickily in something. In his hand were his electrical straighteners, streaked in white toothpaste. Phil sniffed.
"That toothpaste is burning," he said.
"Thank you very much, genius," griped Dan. He shoved the hot tongs at Phil. "Go on then. Wipe it off."
Phil turned the straighteners off and set them aside to cool. He then ran a small hand towel under the tap to wet it before reaching out a hand to Dan's head.
"What are you doing?" Dan asked, suspiciously jerking away.
Phil rolled his eyes and stepped forward to wipe the cloth gently through Dan's hair. He worked away until the stickiness was gone, and only damp brown strands were left. Then he reached over and did the same to the straighteners.
"See?" he said. "It didn't take that long did it? It was easy."
Dan harrumphed and coughed sulkily, which Phil knew meant yes. He grinned and leaned forward to wrap his pale arms around the taller boy.
"You can be ridiculous sometimes," Phil said truthfully.
Dan scowled in reply, not quite returning the embrace.
"Hug me properly," said his boyfriend, frowning back.
"No."
"Dan!"
"No. Make me." At these words the irritation left Dan's face, replaced with mischief.
"Those are two of the most suggestive words in the whole world," whispered Phil, resting his forehead against Dan's. "Didn't you know?"
Dan was vaguely aware of a scene playing in another year, another time, when the words in each other's mouths were reversed. All thoughts, however, flew out of his head when Phil presses his lips down onto Dan's, hard. It's a ferocious kiss, each one battling the other for dominance. Dan broke away suddenly and leant down to kiss Phil's smooth jawline and down his throat. Phil leaned his head against the wall and breathed out harshly.
"Oh God, Dan."
But then it was Dan's turn to stare, wide eyed, as the black haired boy reached out and swiped a hand over a particular bulge.
Dan bit his lip and groaned.
"Jesus Christ, Phil. You'll be the death of me."
"Have I dome enough damage now?" Phil whispered in his ear.
Dan shut him up with another kiss.