Phan Oneshots

Look in the Mirror

Summary: As soon as Dan saw the mirrored ceiling in the back lounge of the tour bus, he knew he was in trouble.
Word Count: 3378
Warnings: smut, barebacking
A/N: Thanks to tumblr user, 7randomwords  for the prompt! I suddenly got the urge to write this fic and ended up writing it in two hours which is a miracle considering I've been having writer's block! This is literally just an excuse to write shameless smut.

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As soon as Dan saw the mirrored ceiling in the back lounge of the tour bus, he knew he was in trouble.

He couldn't stop thinking about it. Couldn't stop thinking about lying on his back, head thrown back, eyes cast to the ceiling as Phil pounded him to oblivion into the seat cushions. There was something wrong with him. Phil was going to judge him so hard when he found out, would probably tease him for the rest of their lives.

But that wouldn't stop him from trying, of course. The one thing that he's learnt from being in a relationship with Phil was that hiding his ideas would get him nowhere, and would most likely upset Phil if he found out Dan was hiding information. On rare occasions, Phil may even have the same idea as he did.

He waited until they were on the road, the stars twinkling in the night sky from outside the windows. Phil was sat beside him, a notebook opened in front of him. He was writing something, his glasses perched on his nose, eyebrows cocked adorably. Dan always loved when Phil wore his glasses, giving him a sophisticated look that made Dan weak at the knees.

He turned to Phil, kissing down the side of his neck sweetly, in a questioning way that told Phil he could push him away if he wasn't in the mood. But he didn't do so, instead just cocked his head to the side and smiled, settling his notebook to the side. His fingers came up to caress Dan's chin, tilting his head up so he could press their lips together.

"Someone's being clingy," Phil mused, his breath fanning over Dan's lips and making him whine. He didn't want to stop kissing, almost like Phil was a drug to him.

Thankfully, Phil let him kiss him some more, sliding their lips together until Dan was pushing Phil against the back of the couch and seating himself on his lap. Phil's hands squeezed his hips and Dan's own fingers curled into the hair at the base of Phil's neck. His toes curled as Phil licked into his mouth, nipping at his lower lip.

Phil softened the kisses, could probably feel how Dan was already growing hard in his jeans, and then he was smiling against his lips. "Dan," he murmured, nuzzling their noses together. He was probably looking at Dan from under his eyelashes, his eyes glittering like diamonds, but Dan wouldn't know because his eyes felt like they were glued shut. His chest was pressing desperately into Phil's, like he could explain what he wanted just by actions alone. "What got you all riled up? What do you want?"

He trailed his fingers up Dan's shirt, his touch burning, and it took everything inside of Dan not to keen loudly. He had to remind himself that he couldn't be loud, just in case the tour bus driver heard them. While they didn't really try to hide their relationship around him, they didn't exactly want him to hear something like this.

Dan groaned low in his throat, embarrassed that he was going to have to say it. He hid his face in Phil's shoulder when he muttered, "want to look at the mirror when you fuck me."

Phil chuckled, his hands soft as he trailed them down Dan's back. "In the ceiling?" he asked. Dan hummed in agreement and Phil kissed the side of his head, fingers trailing lower until he was gripping Dan's ass tightly, kneading his fingers into his cheeks. "You'd really like that?"

And who was Dan to deny just how much he'd like that? "Please," he whispered, lifting his head and pressing their lips back together hotly. "Please, please, please." He had no shame already, and it made Phil laugh, pulling away for a minute.