Friends ; Phan ~ Completed

fantasies

* smut warning *

{Dan's POV} 

I meet his eyes, both of us getting lost simply at the thought of taking this any further. My heart is racing and I can hardly breathe. I'm nervous as hell. What if I fuck this up? 

"Stop looking so nervous, Howell," Phil mutters, dragging me towards him by my shirt. I giggle nervously, biting my lip. "So, we're just gonna sit here staring at each other all day?" He asks, breaking me out of my thoughts. 

"Sorry, maybe if you weren't so gorgeous, I wouldn't have a problem." I mumble flirtatiously, noticing how a blush rises on his cheeks. "But if you want me that bad.. I guess I can save the staring for later." 

"I'm not even gonna try to defend myself." He laughs, pulling me in and kissing me passionately.I giggle into the kiss, grinding my hips against his teasingly. I'm trying not to freak, because right now, fantasies from the past well, eight years are actually happening. 

It's like the eighteen year old fanboy in me is just begging to start screaming with joy. He pulls away a bit, only enough to look me in the eyes. Shit, I really do feel like I'm eighteen again, looking up at him like he's some angel. It's in this moment that all those pent up feelings spill out again and I'm damn near crying. It's a bit overwhelming. Going from confessing my feelings straight to making out with him. I don't mind it, I've just had hardly any time to process it. So this leaves me sitting here, leaned over him, teary eyed and blushing. 

"What?" He asks, noticing my starstruck expression. 

"I'm just.. holy shit," I say breathlessly. 

"Why?"

"Cause, 18 year old me is freaking out because his idol is kissing him." 

"Are you sure that isn't just 26 year old you freaking out?" He chuckles, shaking his head at me fondly. 

"A little bit of both." I mutter, leaning in and kissing him softly. "It's kind of surreal, you know?" I mumble in between kisses, taking in each feeling, as I'm sure tomorrow won't be like this.

"Oh I know. I've liked you for forever. I knew that wasn't going to stop the first day we met. I'm in love with you, you know that?" 

"I've been wanting to hear that for years." I giggle, my heart skipping a beat. I lean in, kissing him, rougher now. 

"I've been waiting for this for years." He mumbles, flipping us over so he's the one leaning over me. He kisses me on the lips a few times before pulling away with a smirk. "Your neck is still sensitive isn't it?" He asks softly, pressing a few kisses to my jaw. 

"Phil, you know the answer to th- Ah!" I shriek as he pulls on my hoodie, exposing the skin and pressing a quick kiss to the side of my neck. "-that question."I finish the sentence, squirming as he presses soft kissing along my skin. I take a shaky breath, arching my back as he gives me a hickey. "J-Jesus.." I stutter, biting my lip as I roll my hips upwards. 

"I could probably get you to come from this alone." He mumbles thoughtfully, his lips tracing my skin as he speaks. 

"C-Can we not test that theory today?" I plead, already desperate for him to move this along. 

"Does that mean I'm right?" He asks softly, sending shivers through me. 

"Not- Not that I'd know, but- uh, you're you so maybe." I say honestly, grabbing a fistful of his shirt. 

"You are fucking gorgeous all flustered like this." He mutters, trailing kisses back to my lips. I kiss him so he can't see how hard I'm blushing at the compliment.