AN: at the moment, this is just a dirty one-shot. However, if this gets lots of lovely reviews and you guys continuously bug me; I'll probably make this into a fanfiction with chapters and stuff because I really enjoyed writing this! Mia.

AN 2: Before you all judge my writing, I'm apologizing for it; I wrote this in the car on my iPod, so it's nowhere near the standard of my writing that you're used to, and I'm terribly sorry. A lot of the words I use are translated into the American spelling. I was also seated next to my little sister the whole entire time and that is AWKWARD. Yes, I wrote the WHOLE thing in the car; it was a long trip to 'the land with no 'net.' Enjoy, you dirty little readers you. xoxo Mia

He didn't know what made him do it, but he'd gone and god-be-damned done it.

When Phil asked, he wouldn't even be able to give a reason as to why he'd done it. Well, if Phil did ask, would he be able to make up a feasible reason in time? Probably not; he was imagination-less. Disappointment probably wasn't the right feeling to be feeling, but it pretty much described him and the situation he'd managed to plonk himself in.

Phil's eyes were wide, white showing all around those beautiful blue irises, as if he couldn't believe what has just conspired between them. "Dan?" His perfectly pink mouth was open in a perfect pink 'O'.

Dan dropped his gaze, unable to even look his best friend square in the eye. He came to the conclusion that he was a horrible human being and should be locked in a mental asylum before he did something he'd really regret.

"Dan." He could hear the raised eyebrows in Phil's voice, Phil's ruse to make him look up. Dan still didn't look up, unable to face his own shame and embarrassment. There was a long-ish, awkward-ish, uncomfortable-ish pause where Dan didn't look up and it kind of felt like Phil was staring pointedly at Dan's head, as though he could ether burn holes through Dan's skull or simply will him to look up.

"For God's sake, Dan." Phil's hand rested against Dan's shoulder, and that gave Dan the courage to finally look up. Phil was blushing a little, but he didn't look angry - or remotely upset. In fact, his eyes were shining and twinkly in that way they got when he was excited about something. Dan, who secretly loved all of Phil's expressions, felt his heart melt while looking at Phil's eyes; Phil had an uncanny knack of making you forget that you were simply looking at him; you felt like you were looking into him, all the way into his soul.

...Was it really too much to hope that Phil wouldn't be disgusted? Those eyes, they hardly ever lied. What did it mean when they looked excited?

And then, for the second time in his whole life, for the second time in that day, his lips were pressed against Phil's.

His eyes closed involuntarily, leaving every other sense susceptible to Phil. Phil smelt like soap and fresh air, tasted like coffee and spearmint toothpaste. Phil's skin - his own hands wrapped around Phil's waist - was smooth and silky, almost like a girl's.

A moan slipped through, making his lips vibrate against Phil's. He felt Phil groan in response underneath his hands.

Phil pressed them closer together, bringing their hips together before pulling them apart.

Dan felt his stomach flip. The sensation that he'd just felt... It had been almost as amazing as Phil's YouTube name. "Jesus."

"Again?" Phil whispered against him.

Dan shivered. He wanted to open his eyes and stare at the lovely man before him, but he couldn't force his eyes open. He moved his hips against the other boy's, feeling the outline of Phil's penis against his own.

What sounded like a whimper came out of Phil's mouth, before Dan covered said mouth with his own. Phil's breath was hot, but unbelievably sexy against his mouth.

"More?" Phil asked, his voice shaking.

Dan opened his eyes to find Phil staring down at him with wide eyes, his long fingers trailing patterns over Dan's body, playing with the hem of his shirt.

Phil's fingers hovered over his belt, playing with the skin on his belly - which tickled, but felt incredible. Was there any way to show how much he loved him? The belt buckle came apart under Phil's fingers after what felt like too much hesitation.

"Is this okay?" Phil whispered, watching, always watching.

"Nothing's not okay, Phil. It's all okay, okay?" Dan ran his fingers through Phil's hair, pushing it back and fixing it up.

"Nothing?" Phil's lips hovered near his, so close that Dan could feel them move when he spoke.

"Nothing at all. I want you, I need you." Dan closed the distance between them, and this time when their hips touched, each knew of the others arousal. It was obvious when their pricks rubbed against one another.

"Oh fuck." Phil unbuttoned his pants quickly, but didn't pull them off. He looked so unsure and uncertain that it made Dan unsure and uncertain of absolutely everything.

Could this all simply be a dream? It couldn't really be real, could it? There was no way that this was actually happening. Maybe he'd kissed Phil and Phil had hit him over the head and this was what his unconscious mind had chosen to dream about even though he'd just been rejected.

But it felt real, and it felt right. It felt nothing like it always had in dreams - as if his imagination had only half-tried. His heart didn't feel heavy, like rejection made your heart feel. He felt himself soaring, flying, free and beautiful and brilliant and confident and… words didn't work; they didn't explain things properly. He couldn't think straight. All he could think about was Phil, Phil… Phil's mouth and Phil's crotch and his body, and his heart, which surely, surely had to love him back.

He helped Phil out of his pants; Phil in return helped him out of his shorts.

He could see - physically see, with wide open eyes, not closed eyes and a dreaming mind - Phil's arousal, and wondered of Phil also felt the nerves that Dan felt rocketing trough his stomach. It was strangely sexy to see Phil like this.

Phil's hands rested against the edge of his underwear, fingernails teasing Dan's suddenly sensitive skin, making him shudder.

Their lips met desperately, colliding against one another. Their noses almost hit, their foreheads were lucky not to crash, because their teeth had, and they quickly found out that it hurt to jut your teeth on another person's. Phil's tongue fought against his and won, and Phil used his sudden dominance to push Dan onto his back. Phil straddled him, making sure their hard-on's 'accidentally' collided twice as hard as their teeth had.

Dan felt his heart skip a beat, and then take off at a thousand beats a second, hitting his chest hard enough to burst right through his ribs and out his sternum. "Oh."

The look in Phil's eyes was close to fear and held a lot of nerves, and Dan wondered if he'd ever be able to pluck up the courage to do something that they'd never forget. As he was thinking it, wondering about sex and come and other things to do with him and Phil's bodies, he felt his hand wrap around something. His body didn't care what his brain felt; it just knew that he wanted Phil with everything - every fibre.

Phil was moaning with closed eyes and an open mouth, head thrown back in delight. Dan knew what he liked, what turned him on to the point of no return, but he had no idea what Phil wanted or liked. He sat up as well as he could manage, his erection painfully near, painfully far away from the other, closing Phil's mouth with his. The moans didn't stop; they simply became swallowed by a heated kiss.

Phil took both of them in his hands, pushing Dan against himself before stroking them both.

There was a pause as they sat in this new position, feeling each other and nothing else. They couldn't pull their mouths away from one another, yet it was becoming damn near impossible to keep their lips together; each kept trying to throw their head back and moan.

"This." Phil panted, short of breath, drawing Dan as close as he could, free arm around Dan's waist. "Oh, Dan." He buried his head in the nook of Dan's neck, which sent shiver's up Dan's spine. Phil's breath was hot and moist against his neck, his lips so close. He wanted to draw away, but had the strangest urge to push Phil's lips against his neck. "Dan."

But Dan was past words. Things resembling obscenities passed through his lips, but he could hardly control his body anymore. He managed to sling his arms around Phil's neck before he collapsed back into the couch, successfully pulling his best friend down with him.

Phil kept his hand where it had been, and kept his body close enough that their individual lines blurred into a singular one.

Dan felt it start, managing to cry out a warning to Phil before his excitement mounted higher and higher, friction galore as Phil's hand and hard penis rubbed against him, teasing as they kissed hastily. He lost all control of his body, positively exploding. He felt as though he had shattered into a million different pieces and each had Phil's name on it. Instead of embarrassment, pleasure coursed through his blood, hot and cold and as fast as a locomotive train, a subway train or a jet aeroplane.

Moans echoed through his head and he stopped being able to tell Phil's apart from his own, because he was pretty sure that Phil was making noises, too.

As though waking up from unconsciousness, Dan came around to Phil's own end. Phil arched his back, pushing them even closer together, his hand pumping them slower than he had been only seconds ago. Dan reached between them and stroked their cocks the way that Phil had during his own turmoil. Phil didn't let go, their hands knocking each other constantly.

He collapsed into Dan then, both blissfully unaware of the mess between them - below their bellies, above their growing-limp penises.

They panted together for a long time, and when they were finally able to breathe properly, set about cutting off one another's air supply with hectic kisses.

"I so, so hoped that you'd feel the same way about me," Dan whispered, knotting his fingers with Phil's. "I was so scared that I'd be crazy about you forever and you'd never even know." He closed his eyes briefly, wondering if he'd pushed Phil too far. Phil had agreed, right? Phil's hand had been the main instigator, Dan reasoned with himself.

Phil shook his head. "You wouldn't have lasted another day with your 'big secret'." He was smiling, teasing.

Dan grinned. "Well, now I don't have to, do I?"

Phil gently kissed Dan's forehead, both boys smiling at each other sweetly. "Never keep anything from me again, okay?"

"Not if I get this kind of response, God, Phil, you're some kind of extraordinary." Dan winked, and that made his best friend blush.

And the disclaimer: While I really enjoyed writing and imagining this, these boys are real people, and I can't forget that. I have no idea what goes on in their heads – I live half-way across the world, for the love of Jesus, Mary and Joseph – and I don't think it's my business to know if event like these actually took place – especially with the thoughts that I made them think. But with all that said and done, I hope you enjoyed reading – and if you've got the time, review me! I love all reviews, and like I said, a review might just lead to a whole new chapter… which I may or may not already know what to write about.