The next morning, dan was awakened by a squeal coming from the kitchen. He made his way sleepily into the room to see phil drenched in milk.
"It's so hot!" Phil yelled. "I was trying to make us hot chocolate on the stove and it boiled over.. I wanted to surprise you."
"Oh Philip, you never cease to surprise me." He said grinning at the wet mess stood in his kitchen.
Dan himself was stood in nothing but loose tracksuit bottoms hanging from his hips, but he couldn't help but stare at Phils wet tshirt, clinging to his torso.
"Yeah it's a cool tshirt isn't it? It was supposed to come next week, but I guess asia loves me more." -
"Pikachuuuu." Phil said quietly in a cute voice, whilst trying to wipe his tshirt down.
"You should probably take that off." Dan said a little too eagerly. Phil didn't seem to notice the enthusiasm behind it and pulled the wet Pokemon shirt over his head, wetting some of his hair. He shook his head to flick the wetted hair out of his eyes.
"Dan? You're staring." Phil waved his hand in front of dans face.
"What?" Dan came back to reality.
"Oh sorry, I was just, um, thinking of any clothes I could put in the washer with your shirt."
- Smooth recovery Dan.
"Okay, well go grab them and I'll put them in the wash." The older man said. Dan noticed phil had a bit of stubble, making his heart pump 17,000,000x faster over his shirtless, wet haired, stubbly form of hotness. He left the room hurriedly and grabbed clothes out of his drawers to give to phil, as his room was pristine clean.
"Dan what are you doing. Think of anything but phil."
Dan looked around the room hurriedly
"Jennifer Lawrence, think of Jennifer Lawrence. A beautiful FEMALE." Even the thought of the hottest member of the hunger games cast, paled in comparison to what he had just seen of phil.
"Dan?" Phil called from the laundry room.
"Yeah coming!"
Dan walked into the laundry room to see phil stood in a pair of his track suit bottoms, hanging from his hips, showing his toned, but not quite muscular torso. Phil caught him looking.
"Oh, sorry. I got milk on my last clean pair of jeans, I hope it's okay I borrowed these?.."
"Um.. Yeah - yeah, yeah it's fine." Dan tried to get the words out, and handed phil his clothes.
"Dan these are all clean."
"What?..no."
"Dan, they're still folded up from your draw." Phil pointed out boldly. "What's up with you? Is something going on? You're acting strange."
"No, I just think that you should give my bottoms back." He panicked. Then mentally slapped himself.
Why did he say that? That was the last thing he wanted to happen.
"Oh sorry, I didn't realise it bothered you. Here, I'll go and put some underwear on." The thought of phil being naked in his tracksuit bottoms made dan shiver, a good kind of shiver. A shiver of pleasure I suppose you could say. *insert winky ;)*
"Phil? Can I come in." He calmly knocked on the bedroom door.
"Yeah, sure" phil was still wearing dans bottoms.
"I was just about to-"
"-no, keep them on." Dan interrupted.
"Are you sure? You seemed bothered by it."
"No, not bothered, just overwhelmed."
"Overwhelmed."
"Yeah.. You just look so good in them to be honest.." Dan put his hands in the pockets of his own tracksuit bottoms and shyly hid behind his fringe.
Phil made his way towards his bedroom door and tugged at dans waistband to pull him in closer. Dans heart was doing the 'flippy thing' phil talked about in the hoax video.
"Not looking so bad yourself howell." He whispered in a husky voice with his finger still looped around dans waistband. He released his grip on dans waistband, grazing his hip with his hand, as he walked around him to leave his bedroom.
"So.. hot chocolate?" Dan asked.
"Yes pwease, I'm useless." Phils bottom lip was poking out; How can you not love this adorable man child.
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A/N
Yayay, chapter2 done ^.^
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Fanfic"I've never seen his eyes sparkle like that before. A stary shine glazed over his ice blue, yet warming eyes. Is this what it feels like to fall in love?"
