STAY WITH ME

deux

   dan woke in the sheets that had surrounded him the night before. images of last night invaded his mind as he let his fingers trail upwards. the pad of his thumb pressed on the bruises on his neck. bright blossoming purple ones. they littered his tan skin in a garden of red and blue. manifesting the more you looked.

he sighed softly, turning his head lightly. he saw phils figure pressed against his pillow. hair ruffled from last nights activities. scratches ran down his shoulders and dan admired him. he watched as the morning rays hit his black hair, lighting it up in a soft haze. dan resisted the urge to kiss him. wanting to let him sleep. but he let his fingers trail over phils cheeks. tracing the outline of his cheekbones, collarbones, anything really. he just wanted to touch phil. to be close to him. to feel him.

   dan admired phil in this peaceful state. a stark contrast from how he was only hours before. dan liked that, the duality. the fact that phil could be the most cuddly and affectionate person, but still have the hunger, the passion, to call him dirty names and leave sinful marks on his body. dan loved that.

   dan knew he couldn't keep phil. no one could, it was just how phil was. a free spirit to put the reality into words. he was untamable, he was wild. he wasn't the type of person to catch feelings for a while. loving someone was a hard thing for phil, and dan had accepted that, he knew that phil would soon leave him, broken hearted and alone.
  
   dan had accepted that.