All is Fair

CHAPTER SIX

Phil had a problem.

Well, okay, maybe Dan had a problem—but it was Phil's problem too, by extension.

He'd always been a light sleeper. So far this had turned out to be a good thing, considering the monsters that enjoyed attacking demigods in the middle of the night and his cabin mates that really couldn't be trusted for anything ever, but now he was realizing that his inability to sleep deeply was actually a bad thing.

The moment Dan had started fidgeting beside him in the bed his eyes had shot open—Phil sat up immediately, hand already going for his sword propped against the side of the bed and his heart thundering. It'd taken him a moment to calm down, to realize there was nothing around trying to kill him, before he realized what exactly had woken him up.

Dan was face down on the bed, his hips twitching downward kind of pathetically. Heat rose to Phil's cheeks as he realized what exactly was going on, his mouth dropping open as he watched, stunned.

Now that he was awake, he could hear Dan's panted breaths, could see his fingers clenched in the pillow by his head. And gods—it was wrong that it looked so hot, that Phil could imagine Dan clinging to a pillow like that while under him, but it was. He had to shake his head to get rid of the image, to try and figure out what exactly he was going to do in this situation.

Dan was having an... exciting dream... right beside him. Dan, who insisted he was straight but had stared at a water droplet that'd slid from Phil's neck to the waistband of his sweatpants after he'd stepped out of the bathroom earlier. Dan, who was reserved and a bit temperamental and would probably have no choice but to jump out the window if he ever realized Phil had witnessed this.

Really, Phil was too good of a person. A lesser man might've just laid back down and pretended to be asleep, or possibly have woken his bed companion to stop them from continuing, but Phil just stood up and crossed the room, sinking into the uncomfortable chair there. And so he ended up waiting it out. He thought it wouldn't be a problem, that Dan would either come or the dream would end, but it took a bit longer than he'd been expecting. Not too long, but long enough that Phil was wondering what kind of stamina this guy had anyway.

It really did end soon enough, though. Dan's hips stuttered to a stop against the bed, his breath hitching, and then he was finally still. It was then that Phil finally returned to the bed to sleep, cursing Dan for interrupting it in the first place. And he didn't envy Dan, either, having to wake up with that mess in his pants. Still, he was really too tired to care anymore, so he let his eyes fall shut and went back to sleep.

—

When Phil woke the second time it was thankfully morning. Soft morning light filtered in through the curtains across the room. On the bed opposite his, Emma snored loudly, her mouth wide open. And in his bed, Dan slept on, blissfully unaware that he was almost completely on top of Phil.

You have got to be kidding me, Phil grumbled inwardly, lifting his head up to look at Dan. His head was resting on Phil's chest, one leg thrown over his waist and both of his arms encircling Phil. For someone who was apparently straight, Dan was quite the adventurous bedtime partner. Wet dreams and cuddling with a man all in one night? Wild.

Phil ended up having to curse his niceness. He was all too aware that waking up Dan would only result in his embarrassment—he'd be forced to acknowledge the fact that Phil knew he'd been clinging to him, whereas if Dan woke up on his own, he could sneak away and pretend it'd never happened. So yes, him staying in bed and continuing to lie with Dan, his own arm wrapped securely around his waist, was purely of selfless reasons. It had absolutely nothing to do with the fact that Dan felt kind of warm and wonderful against him. Nothing to do with the fact that he'd never really gotten to be this close to another person before, and it felt great.