Phan Fluff

What do now, obi wan

PHIL. WAS . FREAKING. OUT.

Dan had left the flat to go grab some medicine, as they wouldn't deliver that with the groceries, and Phil was feeling slightly better. He knew Dan's room was getting seriously messy and, after cleaning his own, decided to set out on the piece of work that was Dan's bedroom. Also, he needed the thermometer just to see how bad his fever was still, and Dan hadn't put it back in the cabinet where it goes! Harhmph.

Low and behold: there was crumpled paper littered everywhere around Dan's desk. Most of it was old scripts, so he could throw those away, and he made a keep pile and a trash pile.

One paper, however, was folded very carefully and stashed sticking out underneath the keyboard of his computer.

Phil unfolded it absentmindedly and lazily skimmed the top line.

1) kiss him for no reason and then ask him to be my boyfriend

His mind immediately went to:

🚨ME???🚨

But then he realized.
It doesn't say his name, so it could be any number of guys. Hell, he could be planning "Dick" to be a real thing. He read the rest of the  list with the same mentality.
Phil sadly folded the paper, and returned it to under the keyboard and continued cleaning.
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Dan walked through the door, climbing the stairs.
"Phil!"
Phil was sitting at the table on his laptop.
"Yeah?"
"I'm back! I brought more tea and drugs."
"Yay."
"You still feel bad?"
".. yeah"
Dan was unloading the bags he brought.
"Did you check your fever again?"
"Erm. Yeah it's gone now."

Dan was a little worried. Phil looked and sounded like someone killed his houseplant. Speaking of which.
"Do I need to water any houseplants?"
"No, I watered them this morning."

"Ok, Eeyore."
"What?"
"Why are you sad?"
Phil looked annoyed. Oh dear, Dan probably should have approached that differently.
"Sorry I didn't realize you were actually going to start a string of boyfriends right after your mess of a dating life resolved."

"What?" Dan looked a bit shocked.
"I found your stupid paper under your keyboard as I was cleaning your room."

Dan ran to his now spotless room, and grabbed the paper.

Well. Shit.

Phil was gone from the table when he went back. He checked Phil's room, and found him sitting on his bed setting up camera equipment.

"You think—" Dan started.
"Forget it, Daniel."

Ouch. His full name.
Dan sat on Phil's bed, hugging a pillow. Phil was now fiddling with the lighting fixtures.
Dan got up and shut the door, he then moved over to where Phil was having difficulty setting in the light. He reached up and fixed it.
Phil looked at Dan, sadness behind his eyes.

Dan gently pushed Phil up against a clear spot in the wall.

"Thanks for .. uh.. cleaning my room, and I hope you can forgive me." Dan whispered roughly.

He leaned in and kissed Phil lightly, then he turned away, giving Phil time to escape if he wanted out; he didn't.
Phil grabbed Dan's neck, and pulled him back into another kiss, this one deeper and more passionate.

They fumbled, not breaking liplock, over to Phil's bed.

They finally broke away from each other, Dan propped up on one side with one leg over Phil, and Phil with his hand on Dan's thigh, lying flat on his back.

"You know." Dan said, panting, "Lion's looking at us, and I don't like it."

Phil reached over and turned Lion face down.
"But come off it, you would love a threesome with Lion, me, and you." He laughed.