Pixels || phan

s e v e n t e e n || fragile

Phil's POV

For some reason, I have found Dan so completely irresistable lately. All I wanted was him. He was all that was on my mind and it was honestly beginning to be a problem. Plus, it doesn't help that he's been super affectionate lately, always hugging or kissing me when I don't expect it. And by no means am I complaining. I mean, I have a totally gorgeous boyfriend who also happens to be cute and sweet and nerdy. He's also a little brat sometimes, but we'll ignore that. Dan is just so amazing and literally just a little ball of sunshine.

Except for today.

I don't know if he woke up on the wrong side of the bed or what, but he'd been really grumpy since he woke up. Like, I told him good morning and he said, and I quote, "What's so good about it?". And to be honest, I felt a little hurt by how he was acting. I mean, if someone says that while you're staying at their house, it's a little awkward.

I sat in silence by Dan in his den, afraid to move, speak, or even breathe too loudly. His family was gone, so it was just us. I could see the annoyance in his eyes, and finally he sighed loudly and looked at me.

"Y'know Phil, you don't have to be fucking afraid of me." He said, gesturing to the gap of sofa between us.

"Sorry," I said, scooting to his side.

He just scoffed and went back to his computer, scrolling down his Tumblr dashboard. Gently, I placed my hand on his leg, drumming my fingers on his kneecaps.

"Phil," he asked, sounding irritated. "What the hell are you doing?"

"Sorry, I didn't mean to annoy you. It's just a bad habit."

Dan rolled his eyes, closed his laptop, and got up, leaving the computer behind.

That's how I knew something was wrong. Dan never left his computer. So, I followed him up the stairs to the bedroom we were sharing. He was laying on his side, facing away from the door.

"...Dan? Are you okay, sweetheart? Do you need to talk about something?" I asked, approaching the bed and sitting on it as gently as possible, trying not to disturb Dan.

"Yes, Phil I fucking do!," he said, sitting up. "And it's about what you just did! I'm tired of being treated like I'm so fragile and delicate and fucked up that I could fall apart if you dare to offend me! You're always apologizing and doing stuff like this and I appreciate it, but I'm tired of being treated so gently. Like, the other day when we were making out and you asked if it was okay. As much as I adore you asking for consent, if I'm not okay with it, I will let you know. I just want you to treat me like you would treat any other guy, you know? I don't want you thinking that I need you to constantly walk on eggshells around me. I just want to be treated normally."

I was shocked, to say the least. I didn't know it bothered him so much. I thought he wanted be to be careful. But, I suppose it would get irritating after a while.

"I promise I will treat you as normally as you want, Dan."

I laid down next to him, pushing him lightly so he would be the little spoon. I wrapped my arm around his waist and felt him wiggle his ass against me a little.

"Dan, what are you doing?" I asked, amused.

"Nothing." He laughed and did it again.