Disclaimer: I don't own Phil and Dan, or Sherlock, or John, for that matter. Though, I wouldn't mind owning them for a day or two. ;3

A/N: This turned out to be a lot longer than I intended. All I wanted was a simple, SHORT one-shot. :P But these boys deserve to be worshipped, so s'okay, I suppose.

WARNING: SLASH, sex, shower sex, some more sex, perhaps, awkward conversations, sex, epic sadness, slightly OOC but fuck it.

"We... are... ridiculous. We're... weird. We're... like crack addicts. We're... We're... Dan?" Dan had disappeared in the middle of another one of Phil's reviews of their latest video, "Dan?"

"Yeah, hang on. Too busy being Fatty McFatty-pants." came Dan's response, followed by the obscenely loud 'crunch' of a potato chip.

Phil smiled to himself. Dan must have a magical metabolism. He could eat tons and never gain weight. Yes, Phil decided, Dan was the metabolism wizard.

"Dan?"

"Mmph?" Dan appeared from around the corner, his cheeks bulging with chips.

Phil shook his head, laughing, before remembering his reason for hailing Dan.

"Are you a wizard?" Phil inquired.

Dan swallowed the last of the chips, squeezing his eyes shut as they scratched his throat.

"Yes. Yes I am. Why?"

"You're not fat."

"Well, Phil, sweetie, didn't you know? All non-fat people are wizards. It's one of the perks of being skinny. That and looking fantastic on the back of a motorcycle."

A wild plush Totoro hit Dan's face.

"That's probably somehow racist, you." Phil shook his finger at Dan.

Dan rolled his eyes, grimacing, and plopped on the couch next to Phil. He grabbed one of the video game controllers and resumed the game of Super Mario World 3 that had been paused on the television.

"No! No, you stupid fuck! What even is this? Are you blind? You can't go through there! I will kick you in your ovaries! Fuck!" Dan leaned forward, yelling and flipping the bird to the TV.

This may come as a surprise to most of the YouTube fangirls but Dan has always been quite… vulgar, to be blunt. Phil, being flat mates with the fool, had to put up with it every day. And occasionally he'd join in the obscenities. But today Dan's squealing and constant yelling finally got the better of Phil.

"For fuck's sake, Dan, you're more annoying than an erection at a funeral! Christ." Phil groaned. He bit back a laugh, realizing how absurd he had just sounded.

The stare Phil received from Dan was what pushed him into a fit of giggles. Dan looked at Phil as if he had announced he was going to marry a hippo and create mutant hippo-man-babies. Phil muttered something about 'makes sense' in-between laughs. Dan merely turned back to the screen, silently, confused beyond belief, and continued to play his game without further incident.

Phil, who had been composing himself from his cushion on the couch, glanced down and saw that Dan's cutoffs were sagging much too low, as they always seemed to do. His tight Spiderman boxers were clearly visible, as was a small strip of caramel skin that was just barely visible between Dan's shirt and boxers. Phil looked away. He suddenly felt as though he had seen something he shouldn't have. Something intimate, something private.

"Dan, your trousers are sagging." Phil said quietly.

Dan lifted his gloriously bony hips off the couch and pulled up his pants, somehow continuing to play the video game without being phased.

"You like it. Don't kid yourself."

It took Phil a second to realize Dan had been talking to him. He looked over and saw Dan smirking, looking at the TV screen.

"Yes, because seeing your arsecrack is always the highlight of my day. I wake up every morning and think 'oh, gee. I wonder if I'll see Dan's arsecrack today.' Oh, for shame, Mr. Howell." Phil poked Dan with his sock clad feet.

Dan flinched away, squealing. "Oh, get off! What is it with you and feet?"

Phil laughed, wiggling his toes. He rested his legs across Dan's lap nonchalantly and grabbed his iPhone, resuming his latest obsession of tumblr-ing from earlier that day. Dan set down the game controller and flipped the channel. He pulled Netflix up and resumed watching the latest episode of Sherlock. He draped his arms across Phil's legs, secretly admiring how smooth Phil's alabaster skin was. Phil stared at the screen, watching as Sherlock virtually disrobed John, tearing off a vest of bombs and saving his companions life.

"God, I totally ship them," Dan chuckled, "hardcore."

Phil looked over at his friend. "You mean, Sherlock and John? That's a bit kinky, Dan."

"Oh, Phil." Dan teased, shaking his head condescendingly before adding, "There's nothing wrong with being kinky."

He paused.

"We're kinky." he said, wisely.

Phil raised his eyebrows, "How so?"

Dan smiled, "well, we live together, we go shopping together, we work together, we make videos together... everything. A lot of people are saying we're gay. That's kinky."

Phil laughed. Oh, irony. The fact that he and the man he fell in love with so long ago were talking about the possibility of being gay...

"But we're not gay so..." Dan cut in, nudging Phil.

Phil sighed. Really, Dan? Really? Of all the things Dan had to say...

Phil had tossed around the idea of coming out to Dan several times. But now, what if Dan didn't like him? What if he was disgusted by Phil? Or worse, what if he only wanted to be friends?

Phil couldn't bear it if he came out to Dan, only to be accepted but kept at a distance, watching Dan fall in love with someone who wasn't Phil, watching him get married to someone who wasn't Phil, growing old with someone who wasn't Phil. He couldn't do that. He'd rather be rejected completely if that were the case.

No, he had to do it. He had to tell Dan. Now or never.

"Daniel." Phil used Dan's full name, trying to convey his needs, trying to say everything in that one single word.

Dan looked at him with chocolate eyes. Shit eyes, Dan calls them. Full of shit.

"Dan, don't talk, just listen. I-I'm actually gay, ironically, and... I love you, I mean, I really really love you. You're perfect, and now you probably hate me, and that's okay. Well, actually no. That's not okay, and I'm sorry, but I'm not sure why I'm sorry but I am, and I don't know why I'm telling you all this, and I feel like I've always been really annoying to you, and I'm just going to shut up now so please don't yell at me." The words poured out of Phil like a waterfall.

Dan stared. The silence was deafening. It pounded against their ears, trying to crush them into oblivion. Phil hoped that happened sooner as opposed to later. After what felt like an eternity, Dan pushed Phil's legs off of him and retreated to his bedroom. The lock clicked.

"Sherlock! Sherlock!" John Watson was screaming on the TV. He was alone. Just like Phil... Just like Phil.

Phil curled up on the couch, drawing his legs into his chest. He bit his knee and shut his eyes, shaking with dry, silent sobs that would never ease the pain. He wrapped his hands around his sides and dug his nails into his skin, no doubt drawing blood. He wanted to scream. He wanted to die. He wanted to fall through the floor and disappear. He was rocking back and forth, silently begging for death, anything to remove the pain. Oh god, oh god. He mouthed the words over and over, digging his nails once more into his skin. He buried his face into his legs and bit his lip, tasting blood, waiting for the pain to stop.

And Sherlock found John and they were smiling and John had his arm around Sherlock and they were happy and everything was okay.

He loved me. No, he loves me. He. Loves. Me. Dan thought to himself. He sat on his bed, clutching Totoro to his chest. He bit Totoro's ear and stared at the bit of floor where the carpet met the wall. Phillip Lester loves him.

Why?

Why would Phil love him? Dan is ugly. He's plain, average, boring, normal. And Phil is... Well, he's radiant. Beautiful, wonderful, amazing, breathtaking. Everything is better when Phil is there. Every worry is gone, every ache disappears. Phil is the personification of perfection. From his constantly messed up hair to his mismatched socks he's the only one Dan wants.

"FUUUCK!" Dan heard Phil scream. The whole world probably heard.

Dan burst out of his room, forgetting everything else, only worried about his Phil.

And there he was. Curled on the couch, shaking with hard sobs, rocking back and forth, and gripping his legs to his chest to the point that it looked painful. He looked so broken. He looked so small and weak.

Dan hastily kneeled beside his friend, letting Phil curl into his chest and sob uncontrollably, clinging to him as his hot tears soaked Dan's shirt. Dan wrapped his arms around Phil and began swaying slowly, shushing the crying boy softly.

"Oh, my beautiful boy, what have you done? What have you done?" Dan whispered to Phil, nestling his face into Phil's hair.

Phil smelled like lemongrass and generic shampoo and incense and tea. Dan decided those were all of his favorite things.

Phil's sobs slowly abated until he was left whimpering weakly into Dan. Dan was speaking softly to Phil, whispering sweet nothings, his breath warm against Phil's bruised skin. Finally, with raw, red eyes, Phil seemed to realize who was holding him. He stood up. He wavered where he stood but he remained upright, shaking and shivering as though he were caught in a blizzard.

"Phil. There's something I have to tell you right now and if I don't tell you I might as well jump in front of a bus for being a total coward." Dan made a little space on the couch and was pleased to feel the couch dip as Phil sat next to him.

Phil was sniffling, wiping his red eyes and running nose. His eyes were locked on the TV remote, never moving as he waited for Dan to speak.

"I love you. More than you can imagine. I guess that makes me gay too. I didn't wanna make things weird so I didn't tell you. But I've always loved you. You're all I've ever wanted. And I'm sorry for everything. For hurting you like this... I was just... Well, I don't know. But I just really needed to get this off my chest." Dan balled his fists and swallowed hard.

He closed his eyes, feeling the familiar sting of tears building up. He didn't want Phil to see him cry. He waited for Phil to speak, scared of what he'd say.

The couch shifted as Phil stood up once more. Dan squeezed his eyes shut tight, preparing for the worst.

But then there were lips. They were soft and warm and they were on Dan's forehead and there was breath in his hair and hands on his shoulders and he was being kissed and he could smell lemongrass and generic shampoo and incense and tea and then Phil was there and everything was okay and he was saying three words, three golden words. I. Love. You.

Daniel, Daniel, Daniel. Oh, how I love you! Thought Phil as he pressed his lips against Dan's forehead, breathing in his scent. He smelled like peppermint candies and hazelnut coffee cream. Phil trailed his nose down the side of Dan's face, kissing his temple, kissing his cheek.

Dan had his hands on Phil's hips and was pulling him onto his lap. Phil continued placing gentle kisses across Dan's skin, licking up his cheek and repeating the process over and over. Eventually Dan wrapped his arms around Phil, and the boys were content just to sit there, hugging sweetly, if not somewhat awkwardly.

Until Phil began rocking his hips back and forth.

He did it gently at first, not sure how Dan would react. He was pleased to hear Dan curse quietly under his breath. Phil was growing hard and felt Dan doing the same. Phil, feeling more confident, tried varying his pace and pressure. Dan gasped. He slid his hands down Phil's waist and squeezed. Phil leaned in and rested his forehead against Dan's.

"Dan, I swear, your glabella is so sexy." Phil said, not even thinking.

All movement stopped. The silence that followed was growing more and more awkward with every passing second.

Finally, Dan made eye contact with Phil and everything was all laughter and shoving and kissing and confusion. Dan pushed Phil off and Phil rolled on the floor, tears of laughter running down both their faces.

"I'm sorry, Dan. It had to be done." Phil leaned over Dan, his hands on Dan's knees.

Dan rose up and kissed Phil's chin. "Well, you can fondle my glabella anytime you wish, darling. And you can do that thing with your hips anytime you want to, as well."

Phil smiled, straddling Dan once more. "You like that, huh? I kinda liked it too."

Dan slid his hands in Phil's back pockets, lifting his hips as Phil began moving his own. The boys, now fully hard, shared small kisses and occasional nibbles. Their sweet, silly demeanors had changed. They were no longer Amazingphil and Danisnotonfire. They were Phillip and Daniel and they needed these ridiculous clothes off their bodies.

Their lips were melted together as they unbuttoned Dan's shirt fervently. Phil slid between Dan's legs and became careless with his kisses, mostly just dragging his lips and tongue across Dan's gloriously hot body. Dan was burning under Phil's touch. Everything Phil did was perfect.

Phil nipped his way down Dan's neck and chest, stopping to suck on his nipples (which earned him some delicious noises from Dan) before licking Dan's abs and bellybutton. Dan giggled. He had always been ticklish. Smiling, Phil continued his tickle attack on Dan, adding hands and breath to his arsenal. Dan was wiggling under Phil, laughing and begging Phil to stop but not really wanting him to.

Finally, Dan grabbed Phil's hands and guided them down his chest, allowing Phil to stop and tease his nipples before dragging his nails down even further. Dan guided Phil's hands to the hem of his pants, before releasing Phil's hands and rubbing his wrists instead.

Phil bit his lip and let his hands slip from Dan's legs, falling into his own lap.

"Phil? What's wrong?" Dan leaned forward resting his arms on his knees.

"It's just... I've never done this before." Phil chuckled nervously.

"Neither have I... What do you wanna do?" Dan ran his fingers through his hair, looking strikingly like Eric Northman (as he always managed to do in frustrating situations).

Phil rested his head on Dan's leg and grabbed Dan's hips.

"Can we just go slow? Like, I really wanna do this and be all sex-ish and stuff but we're both new at it so..." Phil said, shrugging and smiling up at Dan as he bit Dan's knee ever-so-gently.

Dan leaned down and pulled Phil into a kiss that answered all Phil's questions. He went back to work undoing Dan's pants, brushing his fingers across Dan's cock, making Dan buck slightly.

Dan lifted his hips once more and pulled his pants off, leaving his Spiderman boxers on. He rubbed himself through the cotton fabric, letting his head roll back. Phil slid his hands up Dan's legs and began rubbing his thighs. He bent his head and kissed Dan's cock through his boxers. Dan sucked in a breath, grabbing the arm of the couch.

Phil, spurred on, began mouthing and kissing and nibbling and rubbing Dan's cock, and Dan was squeezing the life out of the couch, trying his hardest not to buck into Phil's face.

Phil grabbed the band of Dan's boxers and inched them down to reveal a tan, hard, and obscenely large cock.

"Sweet Jesus. What do you feed this thing?" Phil gaped.

"Everything. I can't stop it. It just wants to eat and be hulk-ish." Dan chuckled at Phil's reaction.

"Christ." Phil shook his head.

"No. I'm Dan. But you can call me Christ if you want." teased Dan, or Christ, rather, making Phil laugh in the most adorable way.

Dan took Phil's hand and set it on his cock. Phil blushed and smiled, looking down at the floor. He wrapped his fingers around Dan and began to jack him off. Dan let out a small breathy moan, feeling Phil grip him tighter.

Phil repositioned himself and brought his head closer to Dan's cock. He looked up at Dan for reassurance before he went any further. Dan smiled down at Phil, mouthing the words 'I love you', and trailing a finger down the side of Phil's face.

Phil gave Dan a brief half-smile before gripping his cock and giving the head an experimental lick. Seeing Dan's eyes slip closed like that, hearing his breath catch in his throat, feeling his muscles tense... It was beautiful. Phil opened his mouth wide and took in as much of Dan as he could fit.

Dan let out a small squeak and his hands jumped to Phil's head. Phil shook Dan's hands off and continued to suck him off, occasionally dragging his teeth lightly across the sensitive skin.

Dan's breath was erratic; his chest was rising and falling rapidly. Phil slid his hands across Dan's chest, resting them there and hoping Dan didn't pass out.

"Oh god. Fuck." Dan bit his lip, eyes still closed.

Phil moaned, sending pleasant vibrations throughout Dan's groin. He grabbed one of Dan's hands and simply held it as he felt Dan's muscles tighten. He was getting close. Phil angled his head so he could take Dan deeper into his mouth, drawing a loud groan from Dan.

"Fuck, Phil. I can't- I'm gonna- mmmmh!" Dan pulled out of Phil's mouth and came across his stomach, moaning and breathing heavily.

Dan was breathtaking. His back arched as he came, his grip on the couch tightened and he shut his eyes tight, his lips parting slightly.

Phil ran his fingers through the sticky mess and smeared it across Dan's stomach. He brought his fingers to his own lips and licked them clean, savoring the salty flavor.

Dan let his head roll back as his eyes closed, his breathing returning to normal. Phil ran to the kitchen and grabbed a wet towel, returning to Dan and wiping his stomach clean.

"That... Was... Brilliant." Dan whispered, stretching and putting his pants on.

"Err, Dan..." Phil shifted awkwardly.

"Hmm?" Dan cocked his head.

Phil smirked and gestured to the bulge in his own pants.

"Oh, right. Okay. Um... Well..." Dan carried on, not really saying anything, just babbling.

Phil grabbed his hand and dragged him to his bedroom. Dan shut the door and leaned against it.

Phil threw himself dramatically across the bed, striking a pose.

"Take me, you sexy fuck." he said, winking.

Dan, laughing like a fool, crawled in bed next to Phil and kissed his ear. He began undoing Phil's pants, locking eyes with him and not looking away as he slipped Phil's pants off. Phil lifted his hips slightly, brushing his cock against Dan's hand. Dan chuckled darkly and grabbed Phil's hard-on through his boxers, running his thumb over it, and making Phil groan.

"Oh wait. You wanted to go slow, didn't you?" Dan smirked, getting off the bed and making Phil whine.

"That's not fair." Phil griped.

"Hmph." Dan had an air of arrogance about him.

Phil jumped off the bed, grabbed Dan, threw him on the bed, and climbed on top of him, pinning him down.

"Daniel Howell I want you to fuck me. I want your enormous cock up my arse and I want your teeth on my neck. I want to wake up tomorrow morning smelling like arse and jizz and I want scratch marks all down my back. Do. Not. Test. Me." Phil growled a low guttural sound, more dominant than he had ever been before.

Dan looked up at Phil and bit his lip, his lusting eyes giving him away.

"Why didn't you say so?" Dan smirked.

Phil groaned and rolled over, pulling Dan on top of him and pulling him into a rough kiss. Dan resumed undressing himself and Phil, leaving them naked and already covered in sweat. Phil abruptly sat on the end of the bed.

"What's up?" Dan sat next to Phil and grabbed his hand.

"Oh, nothing. Just building up courage. The usual." Phil squeezed Dan's hand.

"Aw why, sweetheart?" Dan put his arm around Phil and let Phil rest his head on him.

"Well, I'm assuming we both still have our v-cards when it comes to anal. I'm just a bit worried." Phil talked into Dan's chest.

Dan sighed. Phil sighed. Dan fell back onto the bed. Dan fell onto the bed, as well. Dan threw his arm across Phil. Phil followed suit and flung an arm across Dan, copying and teasing him.

"Are you sure you wanna try it now, today?" Dan inquired.

"Yeah."

"Okay…. So do you know how to... You know."

"Oh… uh… yeah. Um… do you?"

"Yeah."

"Oh…. Okay."

They continued to lay there for several seconds in awkward silence before Phil snaked his hand up to Dan's lips. Dan sucked, licked, and nipped Phil's fingers until they were thoroughly soaked, both boys repositioning themselves in the process.

Phil, who was on his knees by now, slid his hand across his own smooth ass and pushed a finger in. Dan got behind Phil and rubbed his back, whispering sweet nothings to him.

"Phil, baby, you look so hot right now." Dan whispered, his voice heavy with lust as he watched Phil finger and stretch himself.

Phil looked back at Dan and winked, sliding two more fingers into his ass. He wanted to make Dan as hard as he could. He wanted Dan to come undone. Phil moaned and whined, making the sexiest noises he could, all to pleasure Dan. He twisted his fingers in his ass and mewled, bucking his hips slightly. He could hear Dan groan quietly behind him. Phil looked back once more, locking eyes with Dan as he continued to finger himself.

"Do you like it when I finger myself? Does it make you hard, baby?" Phil licked his lips obscenely as his voice absolutely dripped with sex.

Dan moaned. Dirty talk was his not-so-secret turn-on and Phil was doing a beautiful job of it.

"God, I can't wait to have your hard cock in my tight ass. I bet it'll feel so good. Mmm." Phil let his eyes close as he moaned.

"Jesus, Phil... I could cum from just watching you. You're so fucking sexy."

"It's all for you, babe. I'm just dying to have you fuck me. You'd like that, wouldn't you? Fucking me long and hard... Ahh..." Phil began to scissor himself, pumping his fingers and letting his head hang down. He curled his fingers just right and hit a spot that made him see stars.

"Found it." Phil winked.

After a while, Phil pulled his fingers out of his ass, hissing at the loss of contact.

"You ready?" Dan was rubbing his leaking cock.

He pressed it against Phil's ass and began to grind him. Phil grabbed the sheets, nodding almost imperceptibly, changing from dominant to submissive in a heartbeat.

Dan pushed the tip of his cock into Phil, using all his willpower not to slam wildly into him. Phil winced and whimpered as Dan continued to slide in. He gripped the sheets and bit his lip, trying to ignore the pain. Dan began to move slowly, building up speed. After several seconds the pain had disappeared and Phil was eagerly meeting Dan's rough thrusts, moaning and letting his shoulders drop onto the mattress.

Dan dug his nails into Phil's hips and leaned down, his body melting into Phil's. When he was close enough, he began licking Phil's ear, biting his earlobe, and blowing in the hollow just behind it, which Dan had quickly claimed as 'his spot'.

"Ohshitfuckyes!" Phil groaned, turning his head and kissing Dan roughly.

Dan breathed out a chuckle before pulling Phil up and turning him around so he was sitting in Dan's lap, facing Dan.

"Hello there." Dan said, chuckling and thrusting up into Phil.

"Mmh less talking, more fucking." Phil hooked his arms under Dan's own, running his hands across the rippling muscles in Dan's back, and resting his head in the hollow where Dan's neck met his shoulder, facing out. Totoro was watching them.

"I'm so close, baby." Dan whispered into Phil's collarbone.

Phil began rotating his hips as he met Dan's thrusts, losing all rhythm, and simply bouncing on Dan's cock, whining. It was the hottest sound Dan had ever heard. Oh god, it was hot.

"Fuck me." Phil breathed out, resting his head against Dan's own.

"What's the magic word, Phil?" Dan teased, wincing as he thrust particularly hard into Phil.

"Please, please, please, please, please..." Phil whimpered the word over and over, his voice cracking as he thrust against Dan.

Dan pulled Phil into his chest, holding him tight, as he thrust into him several more times. He came with a low growl and bit Phil's shoulder, driving Phil to his own mind-numbing orgasm. Phil fell back onto the bed, Dan fell on top of him, pulling their faces together in a sloppy, lazy kiss.

"I love you. I love you so much." Phil moaned, his breath coming in gasps.

Dan, breathing just as hard, grabbed Phil's hand and kissed him once more.

"We're all sticky, now." Phil sounded almost disappointed.

"Shower time, huh?" Dan rolled off of Phil and made his way to the bathroom.

He felt a pair of hands on his hips and a semi-hard cock against his back.

"Wanna conserve water?" Phil began rolling his thumbs against Dan's hips.

Dan glanced in the mirror and saw Phil placing gentle kisses across his back. It was somehow more intimate than anything else they had done.

Dan grabbed one of Phil's hands, resting on his hip, and turned on the shower, pulling him under the warm stream of water.

The boys cleaned the remains of their orgasms off each other, gently and without a word between them. Dan grabbed the shampoo and poured a copious amount into his palm.

"Hey Phil, look." Dan blew a shampoo bubble and watched as it plopped gently on the floor of the shower.

"Well, if that's not art I don't know what is." Phil teased, swiping some of the shampoo from Dan and washing his own hair.

Once both boys had washed themselves off they stayed under the stream of water. Phil was the one to initiate the kissing. He bit Dan's lip and pushed his tongue into Dan's open mouth, Dan's own tongue flicking against Phil's. Their sweet kisses were getting messy as their hands started to roam each other's bodies. Hands met ass, fingers knotted in hair, palms rubbed cocks, and lips never parted.

Dan pushed Phil against the wall of the shower, feeling Phil sigh longingly into him.

Phil wrapped his legs around Dan as Dan lifted him up. Phil took a moment to appreciate how strong Dan actually was. Phil had never noticed.

Dan grabbed his cock and put it at Phil's still-stretched hole, silently begging for entrance. Phil dipped his hips and engulfed Dan's cock with a small whimper.

Dan began sliding in and out of Phil, slowly this time. Not rough like he had done the first time. This time it was different. It was meaningful, caring, sweet, gentle.

Dan was holding Phil, kissing his shoulder and telling Phil he loved him and would never give him up and Phil was leaning against the shower, crying because everything was so perfect and someone actually loves him.

Dan looked up when he heard a particularly loud sob from Phil.

"Baby, what is it? What's wrong?" Dan stopped his movements, fearing he had hurt Phil.

"Nothing. That's just it. For once, nothing is wrong. Everything is perfect and I'm just so... So happy, Dan. I'm just really really happy." Phil squeezed his arms and legs around Dan, melting their bodies together.

Dan chuckled.

"I'm happy too, Phil." he whispered, resuming his movement inside Phil, making both boys gasp and moan.

Phil clung to Dan, nuzzling him every few seconds and turning to putty in Dan's arms. Dan purred in Phil's ear, picking up the speed of his thrusts, hitting a spot inside Phil that was making him shake and shudder.

"Ah yesss! I love you, baby." Phil was nearing climax, pulling Dan along for the ride.

Within a matter of seconds Phil was screaming his orgasm, arching his back away from the shower wall, his chest grazing Dan's lightly. Dan had never seen anything so beautiful. He momentarily stopped his movements, on the brink of his own orgasm, just to watch Phil come down from his climax.

Phil's eyes were closed as his head rested against the shower. His lips were parted slightly and his breath was coming slow and steady. His hands gripped Dan's upper arms, his legs locked around Dan's waist. There was water streaming down his flushed face and body.

"Phil... Oh god, you're beautiful." Dan let his head rest against Phil's chest.

Phil placed soft kisses on Dan's forehead, laying a hand on Dan's cheek.

Dan shifted and winced as he felt his still hard cock twitch, waiting for release. He set Phil down, watching him slide down the shower wall and sit on the floor looking at Dan, waiting for him to make his move.

Dan placed his hands above either side of Phil's head and leaned down until his lips brushed Phil's wet hair.

"This is the part where you suck me 'til I cum down your throat." Dan whispered, locking eyes with Phil.

Phil gave Dan a sinister smile and grabbed his cock roughly, running a thumb over the weeping tip. Dan clenched his fists against the wall. Phil looked up at Dan once more before taking him in his mouth, purposely making slurping sounds just to turn Dan on even more. He licked the vein on the bottom of Dan's cock and gently nibbled the head, breathing on the wet skin and making Dan's breath hitch in his throat.

Phil set his hands on Dan's toned abs and smiled on Dan's cock as Dan twined their fingers together. Dan was shaking, getting close to his pent up release. He began stroking Phil's hair, whispering to him and bucking his hips slightly.

"Are you gonna cum for me, baby? Are you gonna cum in my mouth?" Phil jacked Dan off as he whispered against his skin.

Dan tossed his head back.

"Fuck! Mmmmm yeahhh..." Dan came hard in Phil's mouth, slamming his hand against the wall and bucking into Phil's mouth, making him gag softly.

Phil immediately stood up and pulled Dan into an open-mouthed kiss, sharing Dan's jizz between the two of them, letting him taste himself. Cum dripped down their chins, and soon their kisses began to slow down, becoming a slow, sweet make out session. Phil broke away and turned the water off, reaching out to grab a towel.

He dried off and tossed Dan his own towel. They continued sharing little kisses as they dressed. Phil wore his standard skinnies and mismatched socks, draping the towel around his shoulders in lieu of a shirt, after all, he wasn't going anywhere. Dan pulled on a pair of cutoffs and one of Phil's t-shirts, relishing the scent of Phil that still clung to it.

Dan plopped down on the couch, no longer interested in watching TV, just wanting to sit. Phil sat softly next to him and laced their fingers together, rubbing his thumb across the back of Dan's hand.

Dan pulled Phil into his lap and hugged him to his chest.

"Dan...?" Phil's voice was soft.

"Mm?" Dan rested his chin on Phil's head.

"Do you love me?" Phil, noticing the incredulous look on Dan's face, quickly added, "I just wanna hear you say it. Please."

"Phillip Lester, you beautiful thing, you. I love you with every fiber of my being, and I'll continue to love you for the rest of eternity, if you'll let me." Dan tilted Phil's head and captured his lips in a warm kiss.

"I'd like that. I'd like that very much." Phil beamed, nuzzling into Dan's chest.