Alternate (Phan)

5*Boxes

Dan

I woke up in the tangled up fabric of the egg. I think I slept in fetal position most of the night, embracing my own knees to my chest in comfort. I tend to sleep like that, especially in egg beds. They just curl around your body so easily, I don't think you could sleep any other way.

I heard a slight tap on the door, closely followed by a whispered 'Dan?'.

'Yeah?' My throat groaned in protest of speaking so early in the morning. I checked the time on my arm. Eleven, forget about the early part.

The door slid open to reveal a shirtless Phil. I noticed his body stiffen, but I couldn't take my eyes away from him.

Fuck he's beautiful.

He cleared his throat and crossed his arms over his exposed chest. I groaned a little in protest and pouted to myself. My eyes met his, a small chuckle meeting itself onto our lips, Phil shaking his head in disbelief.

'I was just coming in to say I was going out to pick up some essentials, I'll be back soon. Louise is asleep with Ev still.' He nodded and turned away.

'Can I join?' He paused at my words, turning around. Phil shrugged.

'Yeah sure, don't see why not.' I slipped out of bed, feeling Phil's eyes burn into my exposed body. I was wearing shorts, but seemed like Philly was still enjoying the view.

'Enjoying yourself there, Philly?' he scoffed, smiling as he shook his head.

'You wish- did you call me Philly?' I turned around, nodding towards him, pleased with my new nickname for him.

'Wait...what do you mean I wish?!' Phil's face paused, waiting for something else. His eyes then widened at me.

'What do you mean what do I mean?' I shrugged.

'I dunno...'

Phil flicked his body round the door.

'There's a thing called gay, Danny.' And with that and a smack to his own ass, he'd left with the door sliding itself shut.

He thinks I'm gay-

Wait?

Wait.

I'm waiting?

Oh, wait, I'm waiting for myself.

Wait...

Fuck his ass.

He has a good ass.

I dressed myself and made my way into the primary room. Phil was lent over, looking into a cupboard. I didn't even try to hide the fact I was staring at his butt.

'I know I have a good backside Dan, but can you help me find my chit?'

A chit was a small circular device that was made to give you access to a local plant lot. You can also save trade partners and stuff in it, I've never had one personally.

I awkwardly shuffled my eyes away from Phil and walked over to him. I crouched next to him, seeing a chit reflect some light in the corner of my eye. I picked it up and passed it to him. He mumbled a 'thanks' and we stood up.

I stared into his eyes, my body relaxing as I did so. They were invasive with how bright they were, but I honestly wouldn't mind those eyes invading me any day...

Shit, I'm doing it again.

I blinked a few times, Phil raised an eyebrow at me as he started making his way to the door. We walked out, making our way down the street. We made it to the plant lot where Phil swiped his chit and we entered a small patch. He had a box waiting for him, presumably filled with resources from personal trade partners. He then packed a few boxes of his own, picking one of the two up.

'Hey, since you're here, grab that box and dump it at thirty-two, will you?' I nodded, doing what he told me to do so. I arrived back at his plot before he did, so I picked up his trade box and waited for him.

I carried the box back to his place, hearing the door slide open to enter. I walked straight forwards at the entrance, but my foot met with a step I didn't remember being there.

'Fuck!' I shouted as I slipped backwards. I heard a groan come from Phil as I landed on his body that I tackled over backwards. I kept the box safe, somehow, so I set it down to the side and scooted my body off of Phil. I went to sit upon the concrete but felt my head pound.

'Ugh!' I rested against the floor, feeling Phil briskly slide his body around so he was sitting upwards next to me.

'Dan, you alright?'

'Yeah, just give me a minute.' He held out a hand to me, to which I took, and pulled me upwards. I felt unsteady still and relied on his body to hold me up, going limp in his arms. Hey, I wasn't complaining.

We shuffled over to the sofa, where I collapsed onto the cushions. Phil disappeared off, returning with an instant freeze pack for my head.

'Thanks.' I groaned, feeling the relief on my scalp.

He collected the box into the house, packing it away before coming to sit next to me.

We watched some crap on the screen wall for a while, my headache slowly fading. I felt Phil watching me, so I looked over to him.

'You feeling better?'

I nodded, pulling myself up to sit. His arm wrapped around my waist, supporting my movement. I breathed heavily, that simple task taking most of my energy, I rested my head into Phil's shoulder, feeling his hand move upwards against my body. Our breathing matched and I felt his head turn towards me again, so I locked my eyes with his. My hand was still supporting the freeze-pack. Phil took the same hand, lowering it to look at the after mass. His finger poked my scalp.

'Ow, you bastard.' Phil chuckled, his tongue poking out the corner of his mouth. I raised my hand to his, which was still placed on my head. His hand guided itself, with mine resting on top of his, down to my neck. He lent in, our foreheads touching until I couldn't take it anymore and pulled our lips together, his other hand taking my waist.

He was first to back away, instantly looking back to the screen. The hand that was holding my neck now held my waist into his as we sat on the sofa.

Fuck it, I'm not even going to try and pass it off like I'm straight anymore.