~hey ok so this chapter is first of all very smutty and it's also very long (4179 words) so ha enjoy~
This was Dan's fourth time seeing Phil in the past eight months. During his most recent visit, Catherine Lester had done up Martyn's old bedroom – which for quite some time already had been the guest room – for Dan to sort his things during the day and sleep at night.
However, after walking into her youngest son's room at 8am for breakfast requests and finding, Dan clad in a t-shirt and boxer shorts and Phil in his usual pajamas asleep on top of Phil's duvet, Mrs. Lester decided the next time Dan visited there would be no need to tidy up the guest room at all.
She was correct by assuming this, of course, as she once again found the two boys asleep in Phil's room, this time under the covers, their legs no doubt a tangled mess beneath the sheets. She chose not to wake them and instead left a note on the kitchen counter (next to a batch of blueberry muffins) for the boys to read once they eventually woke up.
It was about an hour after Phil's mum finished her note that Phil got up and noticed his parents' absence. One quick wee later, he scampered down the stairs to find a bright orange sticky next to a more-or-less fresh tin of muffins on the counter in the kitchen. The note read:
"Your father and I are going to be out at the shops for most of the day, didn't want to wake you sleepyheads. Wash a quick bundle of laundry at some point today, and make sure Dan eats some muffins, he's looking a bit peaky. Mum xx"
A smile crept up Phil's face at his mum's silly notes, which he missed a lot during what seemed like the millions of hours he spent at Uni during the school year. But it was now summer for both he and Dan, a relaxing thought indeed. And they were home alone.
"Dan. Daniel. Dan Howell!" Phil chanted, running a brisk hand up and down his boyfriend's arm in an attempt to wake him. Boyfriend. Phil had never had a boyfriend before; he had barely even had a real long-term girlfriend, this including the odd relationships he had had with girls in primary and secondary school. But if he were being completely honest with himself, not even the friendships that he had formed throughout his entire life seemed as strong as what he had with Dan, though he'd only known the southern boy for a short amount of time.
"Bloody hell, what do you want?" Dan finally murmured, barely squinting an eye open to give Phil what was supposed to be a menacing look. Instead he looked even cuter than he usually did, which was a pretty strong statement considering Phil had very quickly begun to admire every inch of the younger boy.
"My parents are out shopping all day." Phil waited for a reaction from Dan. He received only the closing of Dan's slightly opened eye. "Which means we've got the house to ourselves until... I reckon 5:00?"
Dan's eyes flashed open at this, quickly jumping from being grumpy and half-asleep to energetic and awake.
"You mean we have," he glanced at the clock on Phil's bedside table, "eight hours all by ourselves?" Phil nodded, thoroughly enjoying the deep dimple appearing on Dan's lightly tanned cheek as he gave the older boy a devilish grin.
"You know, a lot could happen in eight hours," Dan offered cheekily.
"A lot."
"Especially when it's just the two of us."
"Especially then," Phil agreed.
Suddenly, Dan lunged for Phil's wiry wrists, all but flinging the boy on top of himself. Phil let out a startled laugh which was quickly cut off by Dan's lips being pressed firmly against his own. He immediately melted into it, eyes fluttering shut while his elbows rested on either side of Dan's mop of bedhead. If Phil were determined enough (and he was starting to think he may be), he could've stayed like that forever. Dan was shirtless this time around, having slept only in boxer shorts due to his newfound comfort with someone other than himself. He shifted under Phil, wriggling downwards in an attempt to reach for the boy's pajama pants as if to pull them down.
