Phil's POV
I was watching Dan play Skyrim, with my arms around his neck, and on my knees behind him, while he was on the red bean bag chair. "Dan, you've been playing that for two hours straight, please come to bed" I begged into Dan's ear. "Yep, in a minute" ugh, his usual response. "Please" I asked, and he just replied, "Yep, in a minute". I groaned in frustration and sat right in front of him crisscross, and he just looked over my head at the game. "Please come to bed, I'm tired" I kept begging, "I don't wanna be in the dark alone". "Yep, in a minute" he seemed to be in a trance from that stupid game. I sat on my knees now, blocking his view, and I put my hands on my knees. "Hey, move" he tried to look over my head, then around, but I kept blocking him. "what are you" I shut him up by pressing my lips against his, and he kissed back immediately. I let go quickly, and Dan pouted. "Please come to bed" I asked, and he finally answered me, "Ok, let me save this really quick". "Ok" I cheered, and sat behind him again, putting my arms around his neck, being careful to not actually touch his neck, and rest my head on his shoulder. "Ok, let's go" he said, and got up, then put the controller away and turned the telly off. "I'll be there in a minute" I went to my room to change, and he nodded. I put on my sonic pajama pants, and then my blue shirt with it. Sometimes I wear normal clothes as pajamas, and it's comfy, try it once in a while.
Dan knocked on my door, and I jumped, "yea". "you've been in there for a while, you ok, babe" I heard Dan. I opened the door, "yeah, I was just lost in thought" and he laughed, then hugged me tight. "Come on, you idiot" he took my hand and lead me to his room. He was waring saggy black yoga pants, and no top. I approved.
We crawled under the covers after Dan turned the light off, and I laid flat on my stomach, but turned my head to him. He stared at me, then put his hand on my back, rubbing up and down. I instantly relaxed at his touch, and shivered with delight from his soft finger tips. He scooted as close as possible, and kept watching me lovingly, and rubbing my back gently. Every now and then my shirt would go up a bit with his fingers, and he would pull it back down for me. I loved nights like these, where he just massaged me with his nearly magical hands, somehow making me sleepy. My eyes kept dropping, and I forced them open again. Dan just smiled and sightly giggled at me . Now it was a competition of 'don't fall asleep... even though he's got a magic touch that drives me crazy with tired, and happiness'. He kept rubbing my back, trying to get me to fall asleep, but I fought it.
He turned his hand into a claw formation, sending tingles down my spine. I still was fighting the exhaustion.
He really was determined to win this one, which I knew he would, but I'd never do down without a fight. He brought his hand to the bottom of y back, and slithered it under my shirt. I accidentally hummed a bit as he did, he found my weak spot. I felt my eyes drop more and more until they were closed, but Dan kept rubbing my back soothingly. "I win" he smiled at himself, and giggled. "I love you". "I love oyout" I fell asleep at 'you too', mixing the two words up a bit, and had a very well needed rest.
