STRAWBERRIES & CIGARETTES | PHAN

eighteen

phil's thumb rubbed his shoulder, sending sparks of pleasure through dan's muscles. he hummed sleepily, resting his head on his shoulder.

"hi, beautiful," dan heard, the words trickling through his ears to his brain and making his heart skip a beat.

"hi."

phil's chuckle obscured his thoughts, made him dizzy. he would have to have him stand ten feet away next time he laughed like that. phil carded his fingers through dan's curls.

dan's heart swelled like you see on tv, in cartoons, right before someone's heart explodes and sprays guts over everyone. at least, that was what it felt like to him.

he leaned up and kissed his neck, his eyes still closed. he felt phil's warm hand on his cheek.

"you feeling okay?"

dan nodded, yawning against him. "perfect."

"are you sure?"

dan sighed. phil just would not drop this stupid worrying.

"yes, phil. i'm okay. promise."

he felt phil sigh, his breath brushing through his curls like a breeze.

"good."