"Right guys!" Phil says, smiling into the camera. "We asked you to send us some truth or dare questions."

"Some of them are pretty crazy!" I add. "Sick bastards.."

"Daaan!" Phil complains.

"I'm only joking!"

Phil shakes his head in fake disappointment.

"But seriously.." I say, my face solemn.

"So without further ado, here we go!" Phil says in a Mario type accent.

"Truth or dare, Dan?"

"Hmm…Dare. I'll be brave," I chuckle. Phil puts his hand inside the hat labeled 'DARES' and pulls out a small piece of folded up paper.

"Drum roll please, Dan!" Using the drumsticks from guitar hero, I create a short beat followed by a cymbal crash.

"…Make out with Phil.." He reads.

I look at Phil, trying to read his expression. I didn't really mind. It doesn't mean anything. Both of us are straight so what's the big deal? Plus, I can appreciate that Phil's quite good-looking from a guy point of view.

Phil looks up from the paper into my eyes and I shrug.

"Let's get this show on the road," I sigh, sitting back down beside him with my legs crossed. Phil moves closer to me and I notice that he hasn't said a word after he announced the dare. Maybe he isn't as keen on it as I am.

I move my head closer to Phil, gazing into his icy blue eyes, looking for any signs of emotion but finding none. Our faces are just centimeters apart but instead of kissing him, I bring my hand up and gently rest it on the side of his neck, using my thumb to stroke his cheek. Phil, his eyes still on me, nuzzles into my palm like a young animal looking for warmth. I then move my thumb towards his lips and tenderly play around with his bottom lip. Phil closes his eyes, completely silent, completely still. I can't help but grin. I don't know what it is that is making me grin but I like it.

Phil puts his hand on my knee and starts rubbing my leg with his fingertips. I give a small gasp, surprised and slightly aroused by the intimacy. As I gently push my thumb past Phil's lips and into his mouth, he gently sucks it, his teeth softly grazing my knuckles. I slowly slide it in and out, taken aback at how beautiful he looked. I bring my thumb out slowly and rest it on his chin. I tilt his head slightly upwards, his beautiful blue eyes studying my own. I move closer towards Phil, barely brushing my lips against his when I hear a small moan escape his lips. I stop, leaning my forehead against his, extremely turned on by such a small sound. Once I relax slightly, I open my eyes to see Phil already looking at me. I could almost count each and every last one of his eyelashes. I wonder what is going on inside his head right now.

Feeling a little braver, I firmly press my lips against his without hesitation. We stay perfectly still for about 10 seconds when I massage his bottom lip with my own. I can feel Phil gently tracing my lips with his tongue and I position my hand on his shoulder, rubbing gently. I feel him remove his hand from my knee and placing it on my waist while he pulls me closer. I can't help but entwine my fingers in his soft dark hair as we move our tongues together. As we continue to make out passionately I push Phil down onto his back with me on top. I break the kiss for a second to catch my breath shortly before bring my lips back to his. I moan slightly as I feel myself getting hard. I rock my hips back and forth and I realise that I am enjoying myself a little more than I should be. Phil's hands move from my waist to under my shirt. Tingling sensations run through my body as he traces my chest with his fingers. I playfully bite on his lower lip and I feel him grin. We slow down and I give him a final smooch before we open our eyes and stare intensely at each other.

Phil, smiling, presses his head against mine and says:

"We should play truth or dare more often."