Watched // Phan (HIATUS)

Chapter 29

(Hiya people. I've replublished this chapter so many times JUST so that all my readers know that...
*drumroll please*
I'm changing the name of this story! "Our Helping Hands" will still be the name that all my early readers {if you want} can still be referred to as. But I'm changing it to "watched" because it's just a better name really. It makes more sense too the storyline. Okay that's all. Enjoy)

Dan's pov:
New year's Eve. Normally, a fresh start. A way you can get as drunk as you want and it's acceptable. A way to restart your life all over again. Right!? Um... Allow me to tell you, I've never had the chance to do that. Well, I haven't since I was young. Really young. But maybe this will be the time. Maybe this next year will be the best of my life. I mean, the end of this past year has been absolutely outstanding. Even though there has Been, you know, a stalker and stuff. But I now have the boyfriend of my dreams and 2 best friends, also Louise, who I haven't seen for absolute ages! And that has been the highlight so far. Especially Phil. Anyway. It's new years eve and I'm not letting my childhood get Me Down tonight.

The clock reads 9:07 when my eyes adjust to the bright white sun that's blinding my weary eyes. The long trusting arm that's draped softly around my torso creates the warmth that winter has taken away. We decided to switch things up last night... What? Hell no I didn't top! Who do you think I am?? We haven't even done it in this, Chris and PJ's house. Which means we haven't... For months... Yeah, that's crazy! Sorry, I went off topic. Anyway the thing we changed was that I was the big spoon! Itty bitty Danny was the big boy for once. That's why feeling the hot breath and dyed hair against me is such an unusual, yet incredible feeling. I feel like I'm actually gay in this relationship and not just some thing that's there to look pretty.  And the little coughs and splutters when His breath gets cought in his throat warms my heart more and more each time. Unknowingly, my hand starts drawing all different shapes and patterns against his lightly clothed back. Tracing along his spine, and back up as if it's a cobbled path for my fingers to dance along. I'm surprised at how sound a sleeper he is. Not even budging when our legs roughly rub against each other. I'm definitely not complaining though. I could get used, and will get used to this. Cause if I grow any more then... Jesus.
My train of thought leads on to a slight procrastination about how I might get probed by aliens if I don't stop growing. But thankfully a hoarse laugh brings my attention elsewhere. I look over to the one who broke my existential Crisis.
"You thinking about something there Howell?" Phil asks, squinting his eyes upwards. A light blush transitions across my face. "Was I showing it?" The boy pushes himself upwards so he is at my eye level. Still warped around me. "Just a little bit. I've been staring at you for the past five minutes". Seriously? Was I actually that zoned out? "So what's I'm your mind today beautiful?" I turn my attention to the ceiling above. "Nothing much. Just the fact that if I don't stop growing aliens could come and probe me to see if I'm one of them". I hear a near silent snort come from beside me. "Aw, is that worrying you?" He says in a non sarcastic manor. I nod my head embarrassingly. "Awe! Well let me tell you this. No one will be probing you. Except from me." a gasp leaks my lips as I punch Phil in a "bro" type way. "Are you kidding me Lester. What is it with you lately you horny shit." His giggle followed by a cheek kiss sends a single butterfly fluttering around my stomach's cage. "Can you really blame me. It has been a while since..." his hand trails down my chest slowly and Sensually. Sending chills batting across every inch of my figure. The menacing grin that crosses my boys face when he see's how turned on it makes me is one I want to see more. "It has..." I agree. Kissing Phil passionately after I do. Wow, have I missed this. The familiar taste and texture is just orgasmic! My smaller palm cups his chiseled jaw while I turn to get a better position. This. That's All I gotta say. This.

The moment doesn't last long though when a ground shaking pop echoes around the mansion. We immediately run through to the kitchen, where we guess the sound came from by the hyena laugh that followed.
"Is everything alright??" I inquire, slightly out of breath, Phil coming after.
And... I'm confused.
We have some sort of mixture covering every inch of the kitchen. "What. The. Hell." Phil states, marking every word as if it's his last since he's taken aback from the sight. Pj is making even more of a mess, don't know how that's possible, by rolling around the ground, slapping any given surface there is. "I- CAN'T- BREATH-" he pretty much screams breathlessly. Phil and I look at each other, before back at the statue of a boy. "Chris can you explain what the Frick happened" I beg. Chris's eyes make their way to mine. Not moving any other part of him. "We tried to bake. It exploded in the microwave. I don't know how it got like this". His voice is sallow, all one tone. And I can't help but laugh at the stupidity. "Wha- hoohoohoohoooooo how did you do that???" I manage to voice. Chris finally lets out a laugh of shock. "I don't know, ask the microwave. I mean it gives you superpowers, doesn't it Phil?"
Pj started howling. Phil went as red as a cherry. Chris looked Like he was in some really wierd por- I mean a really wierd accident...