Set Up •●• phan

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"...and on your left, you'll see the harbour," the guide continued. Dan twisted away from Phil to look over the side of the boat and crane his neck to try and see the harbour. Phil laughed.

"Why are you so excited about all this?"

"Because Jamaica!" Dan proclaimed. Phil giggled.

"...so we'll be setting off to see the reef now. We will lose sight of the island, so don't worry when we do."

Phil slid an arm around Dan's waist and pulled him back onto the seat. "You need to calm down, ok?"

Dan leaned against Phil reluctantly. "But everything's so exciting!"

"You're like a hyperactive dog, you know."

"Dog?"

"Whatever. Child. Dog. Cake. They're all the same."

"I'm a hyperactive cake," Dan giggled, and Phil rolled his eyes, smiling.

"...as you can see, the island is now out of sight. In another twenty miles or so, we'll reach the optimum position to see the most amount of sea life."

Dan turned his head and kissed Phil's cheek, just next to his ear, and Phil gripped his waist tighter. A small child walked over to them.

"Are you two brothers?"

"No," Phil told her. "This is my boyfriend."

"That's gross!"

"No it's not," Dan snapped. "It's just the way we are."

The little girl started to cry. She hit Dan on the leg and stamped across the boat deck towards her mum.

Dan watched her as she complained. The woman looked up at them and gave them a dirty look before looking back and comforting the child. Dan stood up.

"What are you-"

Phil's protest was cut off by the sound of Dan strolling towards the woman, breathing out slowly to calm himself down.

"Madam, is this your daughter?" he asked, with excessive politeness.

"It is," she answered, tight lipped.

"I see. Well, I thought you might find it interesting to know that she is a homophobic brat, and you should be raising her to appreciate that some people are different, and it's not 'gross', as she so rudely put it, but instead a fact. Maybe you should consider raising her differently."

The woman stared, open mouthed and scowling.

"I'd suggest," Dan continued, "a little exposure therapy."

"What do you mean by that?" she snarled.

"I mean exposing her to people of other sexualities so that she accepts it as normal."

The woman glared at him. "Don't you dare start telling me how to raise my child."

Dan continued as if she hadn't spoken. "We'll start by exposing her to a public display of affection by gay people."

She clenched her fists and Dan, spurred on by the gesture, took the little girl by the hand and turned her round. "Watch this, sweetheart."

He walked quickly across the deck of the ship and pulled onto Phil's collar, making him stand up. He looked across to see if the woman and her daughter were watching and, seeing that they were, kissed Phil deliberately on the mouth.

When the two broke apart they were both breathless, despite the circumstances.

"That was uncalled for," Phil whispered.

"But it worked," Dan answered.

They kissed again, the taste of Dan's lips lingering on Phil's even after he reluctantly pulled away.

"Not out on deck, Dan."

Dan smiled, kissed Phil lightly on the cheek and walked over to the young girl, who was staring at him in fascination.

"You see?" he said. "Completely normal."