Muse || Phan

2

"This is a geography class, Mr. Lester"
His head snapped up at his name.
"Uh yes, sir"
"And that in front of you is not the steps required to form a meander"
He looked down at the soft eyes looking back at him from the paper.
"I-"
"I'm certain you would be a fantastic artist someday but for now please focus on passing high school, specially considering how you aren't doing very good at that"
Phil hurriedly turned pages and scrawled in the notes from the board, thankful that the teacher didn't say much about the subject of his artwork.

...

"Thank you Mrs. Howell" Phil took the entire plate of cookies, too hungry after school to analyse whether that was too rude for a first interaction. 
"You boys must be famished" he noticed how Dan's mother used words people normally wouldn't unless wording a formal essay for school, something Dan did a lot too. "Dan's room is the first door upstairs"
"You won't miss it" Dan followed.
Phil walked up the stairs. Sure enough there was a Guild Wars 2 poster proudly indicating Dan Howell's lair. He laughed to himself before walking in. 

"He seems like a nice boy" Dan's mother observed. "Not one to keep up a facade of politeness; I like that"
"Yeah. He's the one i told you about"
"The artist?"
"Mhmm"
"Show me something sometimes"
Dan blushed at the idea. He hadn't yet seen Phil draw something that wasn't him. 
"Will do, mom." He went up to his room. 

"This is the actual definition of a nerd cave, Daniel" Phil greeted him with cookie crumbs all over his face, sat on his bed like he owned the place. 
"You need to sit on the floor if you're gonna eat like a caveman" Dan wiped away the crumbs, realising a second too late he was touching Phil's face and hurriedly moving his hand away.
When he finally looked back him, Phil looked extremely amused. 
Phil put the plate on the table beside the bed, beside a bunch of ridiculously heavy looking books. 
"It's okay," He moved closer to Dan, "You can touch my face without jumping away. I don't bite."
Dan smiled, regaining some confidence before looking straight into Phil's eyes.
"I wouldn't exactly mind if you did," he replied. 
Phil's smug smile disappeared at that, slightly shocked at the usually shy boy.
"Okay then," Phil whispered before closing the gap between their lips. 

Dan was very aware of Phil's hands trailing their way to the back of his head, fingers slowly closing around his curls. His right hand cupped Phil's cheek, the other resting slightly awkwardly on the other boy's thigh. He was aware of every move his lips made, and each reaction from Phil. He felt teeth closing softly around his bottom lip, only a moment, before Phil pulled away. 

"Fuck"
"Agreed" Phil grinned, thoroughly enjoying Dan's flustered expression and the faintest blush creeping into his cheek. "The blush becomes you, Daniel"
"I don't blush" Dan tried hard to look intimidating.
"Sure," Phil leaned in to kiss his cheek. "You don't blush."