Phan Oneshots

I Hate You

A/N: So I've done something like this before, where they fight, but don't worry, it isn't the same cause there's quiet a different ending. 😊

Phil's POV

"Phil, where the hell is the tripod!" Dan yelled coming down the hallway and into the lounge, a load of anger in his voice. "I let PJ borrow it." I declared, looking up from the couch, and pausing the tv. "What!?" He screamed angrily, stepping closer to me, stomping his foot. "I. Let. PJ. Borrow. It." I said standing up, over him slightly, and with just of a rude tone as e ha given me. Didn't know he was so pissy.

"Danmit Phil! I promised I'd have a video by the end of this week!" He screamed in my face. I shoved him away, "Use something else. God it's just a stupid tripod don't freak out!" "I'm not freaking out, dammit!" "Yes you are!" "I fucking hate you!" He finally screamed at the top of his lungs. I pushed him to the wall, grabbing his wrists and held them over his head. "Well I hate you too." I said slightly quieter, but with the same anger towards his outburst, before crashing his lips with mine.

He instantly kissed back, as if he's been awaiting this moment his whole life. I licked his bottom lip, and he gladly granted me entrance. Our tongues fought for dominance, mixed with many, "Fuck you"s, "you're a bitch"s, and "I hate you"s.

I grabbed both his wrists with one hand, and then ran a hand in his shirt and up to his chest and he moaned in my mouth. Holy Fuck. If your never had someone moan in your mouth, you haven't lived. I felt his shoulders relax, and he seemed to physically melt at my touch. He just let me take care of him, so I did.

I moved my free hand out of his shirt, then up and into his hair, tugging it slightly, and he moaned again. Then I pulled away from his lips and moved to his jawline. "F-Fuck Phil." He said.

I sucked on his collarbone, and then moved to his neck where I knew he was the most sensitive. He let out a high moan, and moved as if electricity had just pushed him upwards into a better posture.

Then I simply pulled away. As if nothing happened. I just grabbed my laptop and walked into my room. I expected him to complain, or follow me, but he brushed himself off and fixed his hair before giving me a smile that was a bit upset, but really was adorable.

Later, maybe only a few minutes, Dan poked his head in my room with a smile. "Hey, you know I hate you, right?" He said lovingly. "Yeah, and I hate you too." I smiled back.