The Youtuber Inn

Sexual Stumble

(Dan's P.O.V.)

Phil and I stand quietly in the long line in front of the check in desk, anxious to see our "luxury" rooms (which i honestly don't believe are going to be so luxurious based on the price). One of the main reasons phil and I decided to come is because the hotel was so cheap.

After a couple minutes of waiting, Phil and I finally approach the front desk, get our room keys, and make our ways into the elevator.

I wasn't sure about this trip, but after quite a bit of convincing from our fellow youtubers, Phil and I finally gave in.

In the elevator with us is Tyler, Troye, Marcus, Connor, Shane, Joey and Grace. We all are friendly and share plenty of banter such as "This place is really nice." And "I wonder if the pool is heated."
Connor and Tyler manage to bring up that time Tyler got his hand stuck in the elevator for a good two seconds, and that basically sums up the ride.

Our room is in between jaspar and narcus, with zalfie and troyler across the hall.
Shocker.

The room is decent sized with one queen bed, a small tv, a mini fridge and tiny counter, 2 loveseats, and a bathroom. I truly don't care that all the rooms are the same, but Phil isn't a fan and decides to jazz up our room a bit by bringing our own comforter and some festive lights.
"Its nice, isn't it?" Phil asks. Even though he isn't looking at me, instead he's admiring his interior work, I look him directly in the eyes, admiring their sparkly blue beauty. His face is so lean, his skin so pale and flawless, and his lips, damn, his lips...

I stop myself, remembering what I've always said. "Phan isn't real and never has been!"
...but did i ever say it couldn't become real?

"Yeah, it's very nice, Phil." I say to him, patting my best friend on the back. "Alright, we better get ready."

I pull myself and phil off the love-seat and the decision is made that he showers first.

I've already picked out my new-years-eve outifit;
A dark blue tshirt, black jacket, black hightops, and of course, black skinny jeans. The same outfit I wore on my hike with phil just a couple weeks ago.
The faint pounding of the shower and phil's quiet humming relaxes me as I plop myself onto the surprisingly soft bed.

As I listen to Phil's usual shower ballads, temptation takes over me.

I slowly creep up from the bed and tiptoe towards the bathroom, lightly pushing the white wooden door open. I stare intently through the glass shower doors, which displays a blurry image of a naked Phil Lester. I feel myself begin to melt, and quickly discover the bulging....problem, in my pants. I ignore it and close my eyes, imagining phil stepping out and slamming his lips against mine. Suddenly, the humming stops, and my eyes burst wide open to see a damp Phil standing before me, his face bright red and arms tightly wrapping a towel around himself.
His eyes drift down to my crotch and a rush of awkwardness hits us both like a truck.

"Phil!" I shout, covering my 'problem' with my hand. Phil squeezes past me, trying to run away from the embarrassing encounter, and as I reach out to him, my hand knocks his towel to the floor.
Fuck.

In shock, I manage to trip on a completely flat surface and collapse onto the hardwood floor in an abundance of pain, embarrasment, fright and overall awfulness.

As if the situation wasn't horrifying enough, I bring phil down with me, resulting in a naked phil lester pressed against me in a scenario that could not seem more sexual.

Phil and I pause, staring at each other in shock. I clear my throat, and Phil pulls himself off of me.

"K." I say to him.
"Yeah, cool." He replys.

Fuck, fuck, fuck.