MILLIONAIRE'S CLUB ; Phan

💎PJ💎

The lock slid out of the place and the door whined as it opened. Daniel stepped inside carefully, desperate not to get water on their carpet because he knew he would be the one to step on it and get his socks wet. He wiggled out of his coat, the weak fabric dripping water onto his shirt. He really needed a new one. As he was working his way out of his shoes, he heard the familiar padding of feet, followed by a sweet voice and an even sweeter face. Oh, PJ, how I've missed you so. 

The brunet spun around, a tired smile on his face as he took in the boy in front of him. He wore the pajamas from the night before, he probably hadn't even left the bed all day. But did he make mac n' cheese like he did last night? PJ smiled back, opening his arms as he noticed the obvious signs of a burned out Dan Howell. His friend collapsed in his arms, hiding his face in the crook of PJ's neck, breathing in his cologne that Dan could never get enough of. 

"Long day?" PJ spoke first.

"Mmhmm," Was all the boy could mumble. As soon as his eyes laid on his dorm room his limbs fell weak and his brain checked out, slumber was all he could think about.

"Come on, lovely, let's get you into bed." PJ danced around Dan, his big hands still on his hips as he motioned for him to follow. Dan stumbled around the room until his knees hit the mattress and his body folded onto the cozy blankets. 

"I'm sorry I didn't get back until late. Phil stayed longer at work," Dan explained, his voice muffled by the pillows.

"Phil?"

"Mr. Lester," Dan had forgotten that he didn't even know Phil's name 24 hours ago. He didn't see it, but he knew that PJ had nodded. The brunet rolled over onto his back, PJ smiled quickly when Dan saw him, his head hovering over his friend's head. 

"Will you help me out of my jeans?" Dan asked, remembering the uncomfortable feeling of wet denim against his legs.

"Yeah." PJ smiled sheepishly. Dan had no problem being undressed around PJ, it had happened before. They were drunk and alone and Dan had a particularly difficult week when he came out to his dad. Socially awkward and (at the time) closeted Daniel Howell let the creative, beautiful and funny PJ Liguori sleep with him. The two boys confined in each other, Dan with the grief of his family and PJ with all of the love to give in the whole world. During this week PJ opened up about all of the heartbreak he experienced from past lovers and how he just wanted to settle down with someone he loves with all of his heart. Dan knew he wasn't PJ's the one, but it was still fun to enjoy. He knew that they would eventually part ways, maybe link up for a coffee here and there, but Dan wasn't the love of PJ's life and PJ wasn't his. They liked the way things were and had agreed not to put a title on them. 

The emerald eyed boy pulled off Dan's jeans and curled up next to him under the blankets, Dan laying his head down on PJ's chest. They stayed like that for a long time, just catching up on their days. Dan rolled onto his stomach, his arm still draped around PJ's waist. The older boy kissed his head, turning off the lamp and holding Dan close.

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ugh is dan howell even alive