What if it's us? Phan

Part 6

Phil pulled the man into his lap just to hold him close and caress his back gently.

The man was heavenly and he didn't want it to end.

He deepened The kiss slightly and smiled against his lips.

He's head over heels for this nerd.

Dan let out a soft, slightly confused whine/squeak noise at being pulled into his lap, but honestly, he didn't really care all that much.

He relaxed again and slowly, timidly, wrapped his arms around his back so he could keep him close.
He had to keep reminding himself that breathing was indeed a thing, and a thing that was needed to survive.
 

"Fuck you're amazing" Phil breathed against his lips, panting and smiling slightly at him.

His cheeks were red and he looked completely sober as he pulled him in for another kiss.

Dan let out a soft wheeze and started to worry for a full second before their lips crashed back together.

He was enjoying this way more than he probably should but hey, who could blame him? Phil was really fucking good at kissing

Phil let his hands trace around his back and sides, not going farther than where his jeans ended on his torso and going back up.

He didn't want to overstep boundaries, even if he was high, this was Dan and Dan was a frail child.
Dan never really anticipated this- making out with phil while both were a bit stoned in his room, but he really couldn't complain all that much, this was pretty nice, actually.

He got light goosebumps as his back was caressed and leaned lightly into the touch.
It wasn't really a sexual thing for him, but he absolutely loved light touches, especially on his shoulders and back.

Fuck it, who needs breathing, anyway?

Phil pulled away to catch his breath, still letting his hands trail around the man's torso, pressing kisses all over his face and smiling softly.

His glasses were askew and his stomach was in knots and his heart was fluttering And this was absolutely perfect and God he wanted to kiss the man until he couldnt remember the taste of anything but his lips.
Dan laughed awkwardly and gently fixed his glasses for him, a smile on his face as he caught his breath.

He was convinced anyone within a mile radius could probably hear his heart pounding in his chest, feel his trembling hands like an earth quake through the ground.

He let out a soft sigh and found himself staring at Phil with a dreamy expression on his face.

God- he might just be in-

No, no, there was no way, maybe Phil was just acting funny because he was stoned.

He still couldn't dismiss the weird fluttering feeling in his chest and stomach that made him grin like a fool and want to sing to the world about how wonderful everything was.

But he stayed silent, his cheeks pink and his eyes sparkling.

Holy shit he might be in love.

Phil ran a hand through his hair gently and pressed a kiss to both his cheeks, pulling him closer and pressing their foreheads together.

He wanted to be close to the man and God his heart ached with just the thought of this man.

Fuck he was so cute like this. Dan was so breathtaking, even when he was sober.

He reminded him of beating a boss level in a video game or seeing the first snow while it's still perfectly set and just-

Fuck he was perfect.

And yep

Philly is absolutely head over heels for Dan.

 Dans chest hurt but in a sort of- weirdly good way ? He had no idea how that worked but holy fucking shit he was so fucked, he hadn't felt for anyone this strongly since... well, ever, really.

He let out a soft whine and pecked his lips lightly.
"Can- can you kiss me again..?" He pleaded, wanting to feel more of him.
God, he never wanted him to stop pressing against him, he loved every bit of this and it drove him a little crazy.

This loser craves intimacy and now you have him like a drug addict.

Good fucking luck.

 Phil laughed softly "Don't ask stupid questions little one." He purred, cupping the back of his head and pressing a rough kiss to his lips, biting his bottom lip just enough to where he could slip his tongue into the mix, something he didn't do much, but, his high self thought it would be a good idea.

Dan blushed a rosy pink when Phil called him little one, he quite liked that nickname

Phil low-key grabbed the man's ass and pulled him as close as physically possible, absolutely starved of affection.

Dan wasn't quite sure how this was going to go- if he was going to end up getting laid or if they'd just kiss and snuggle or something.

Either way, his mind was reeling, and he was down for anything that he had to offer the moment his tongue entered his mouth.

He let out the tiniest of whimpers and yielded any sort of dominance to Phil almost instantly.

He could feel his hand on his ass and honestly, it wasn't that awful, he actually enjoyed that, sooo...

Rip.

Phil nearly moaned into the kiss, kissing until he felt lightheaded and needed to breath.

He pulled away just slightly, their lips barely touching as he chuckled softly, slipping his hands to his hips and rubbing gentle circles into his hip bones.

"Fuck you're so perfect." Phil cooed softly, glancing up st his eyes with a shy smile and a pounding heart.

 "I- you're the perfect one" he stammered out awkwardly.

Holy fucking shit was his heart even beating anymore? It felt like it was going to fucking explode.

He panted and lightly bonked their foreheads together and tried to remember how the fuck to act like a normal human being.

Phil laughed breathlessly and nuzzled into him, carefully laying back on the beanbag and pulling Dan with him.

"I've got you." He breathed, holding his hips and smiling softly. "How did I get so lucky?" He whispered.