Alternate (Phan)

40*Guess it was fate

Dan

I woke up with my bare body pressed against Phil's. I looked around the tent we'd set up in a hurry. It was quite surprising that it hadn't collapsed on us in the night. I lifted myself onto my side, reaching over to stroke Phil's face to wake him up, but as I did so, I noticed the reflection from the gap in the tent reflect off of the metal piece on my finger.

I smiled like an idiot to myself, collapsing against the mats back onto my spine. I twisted the metal around my finger and closed my eyes.

'Dan?' a tired Phil groaned. I felt him shuffle onto his side to face me, 'You seem awfully happy.' I opened my eyes again, feeling my cheeks expand the impossible more centimetre to widen my smile. I jumped up, arms flinging themselves around Phil's neck as I pulled myself up to kiss him. He gasped slightly at the unexpected action. He should really be used to my spontaneous hugs first thing in the morning by now.

Phil's arms reached out to put his hands either side of my body to support himself as I pulled my weight down onto him, pulling him against my body on the mats. I felt the warmth of his lips firmly brush against my own, his teeth gripping my bottom lip as I began to smile again.

We pulled away eventually, well after Phil made multiple attempts to but he gave in when I pulled him back down onto me. He turned to his other side to reach for his connector.

'Phil?'

'Hm.'

'Will we register or is it too risky?' with the war, the traditional marriage was eradicated. It tended to be you proposed with two rings and that basically was the bond for life. People can register their marriage but it has to be done at a station in various buildings spread across the country, so few people did so with the risks that came with that.

'Dan.'

'Hm?'

'We're gay.' I blinked at him, allowing him to continue, 'You can't register gay marriages.'

'Well, shame for them they won't have our cute asses on their crappy system.'

'As much as I'm appreciating your naked ass right now, we need to get dressed.

'Ughh.' I sighed, rolling onto my back again and closing my eyes. I felt the ring hit the mat as I did so, causing the smile to rush through my cheeks again.

'Stop smiling, it's creeping me out.' Phil snickered, gently kissing my nose before standing up. I felt his half of the sheets collapse against the mats beside me.

I opened my eyes. Of course I fucking opened my eyes. I'm not even going to pretend I didn't open my eyes when the only material that kept his bare self covered fell off of him. Why would I? He's mine now anyway.

I chuckled again.

He's mine.

Mine?

Mine?

'Phil, why do you love me?' I asked, genuine confusion reaching my voice.

'Don't you dare do this again!' he complained as he rummaged through our bags.

'No, but-'

'Here!' he jokingly snapped, throwing a pile of clothes for me to wear onto my stomach. I groaned, sitting upright.

'Why do we have to get dressed today anyway?'

'There's a supply train that upturned on its track, Chris dropped a message to let us know it could be rummaged.' my face froze, mouth widening.

'Why didn't you tell me that sooner?!' I gasped, already snaking on my clothes in a hurry.

'You were kind of hot being needy.'