A/N: HOLY CRAP IT'S BEEN OVER A YEAR! I'm so freaking sorry, but depression literally takes everything out of you. But I've been having quite a bit of inspiration lately and hopefully will be writing more now! For the time being, still no smut. Sorry! I'll start another work with smutty stuff. So sit back and enjoy this cute little thing I came up with!
COLD HANDS
Dan and Phil were on their way back from shopping in London on a rainy Tuesday afternoon. The underground was almost empty and the two grown men were having a tickle fight. Dan kept protesting, but Phil would just continue to poke him in the ribs and try to get to his neck.
"Phil, cut it out!" Dan said sternly, but he was grinning as well.
"Come on, why don't you let anyone touch your neck?" Phil giggled.
"I dunno, I just don't like it!" He said, swating Phil's hand away.
"Ouch..." Phil pouted and brought his hand close to his own chest. "That really hurt." Dan frowned deeply and paused.
"That's what you get for tickling me." He said, although he felt really bad about it. They spent the rest of the train ride sitting quietly.
Once they got home, both men loosened up a bit, joking and teasing each other. They went to the living room and Dan decided to livestream them with all their purchases. After a while, they just forgot about the camera in front of them. They went through all their stuff - mostly shirts and random anime merchandise - while giggling and pushing each other. They ended up in a huge wrestling match on the floor and once Phil managed to pin Dan, they fell silent.
Phil had always felt something for Dan. Something stronger than friendship. He loved him... and he prayed that Dan would love him back.
He moved his hands to the sides of Dan's face, his long fingers touching his hairline and his thumbs on is cheekbones. Dan shivered.
"Your hands are cold." He mumbled and Phil frowned. He started to pull them away but Dan reached up with one of his own hands and placed it atop Phil's. Dan's fingers were warm and spread heat through Phil's whole body. The younger of the two squeezed Phil's fingers and closed his eyes, leaning in to the touch. Phil gulped and his heart beat quickened. He leaned closer to Dan and licked his lips, breathing rather loudly. He closed his eyes and finally kissed him.
The kiss wasn't like the movies. There were no sparks and no foreworks. It was clumsy and awkward. One pair of chapped, pale lips against another warm, soft pair. Neither of them had any idea what they were doing and they didn't move together at all. But when Phil pulled back, he wanted to do it again. Dan opened his eyes.
"Phil..." he breathed, sounding like he was about to cry. Phil swore under his breath.
"I'm so sorry, Dan." He choked. "I... I shouldn't have-"
But he was cut off when Dan kissed him,again. He took control this time, tangling his fingers in Phil's hair and urging his lips to move gently in sync with his own. He grabbed Phil's hands and moved them to wrap around his waist, holding them closer together as they lay on the floor.
It was so awkward and beautiful and it was livestreamed for everybody to see.
#PhanIsReal
A/N: God I fucking suck at endings. I'll change it later, but I'm a lazy ass and I need sleep... Anydoodlydoo... I hope you enjoyed it! Please nag me if I'm not writing more!!
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PHAN ONESHOTS
Fanfiction*Requests closed and no longer wtiting* Random Phan oneshots that I write! (Usually around midnight) Nothing above heated kisses. But many oneshots do involve two males in a relationship/kissing, so if you're not in to that stuff, just don't read it.
