one-shot collection [multi-fandom]

Is This Really A First? || Barlyle

When Phineas first met Phillip, he knew that he wasn't an ordinary man.

Going to see the play he had written, we would never admit it, but he was enraptured. Not with the play of course, but the mind behind it, who orchestrated something so, so, so enthralling, that he did not wish to leave his seat, even when it was over. He wanted more.

More of the man's mind of course.

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When Phineas first heard Phillip's voice, he knew he was in over his head.

His voice had such a smooth timbre, it was almost like caramel. With a voice so sweet, he almost felt as if he could get lost for days, allowing for waves of his voice to crash over him, he would happily drown in-

What was he thinking?!

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When Phineas first felt Phillip's skin against his own, he thought he should stop denying the truth.

His hands had small callouses from holding a quill, yet so smooth, free from hard day-in day-out labour. It was a little bit of a contradiction, yet Phineas found it fit perfectly within his own.

He wasn't going to let go.

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When Phineas first tasted Phillip's lips, he knew he had found the definition of heaven.

In a stolen moment, behind the stands, in the middle of the show, there could have been 1000 more opportune moments for a stolen first kiss, yet it was so, inexplicably, so perfectly them.

And they could not be happier.