Around The World: A Dan and Phil Tour Book

Homecoming

It truly was fifty hours of work, more accurately, sixty-two and three quarters. Both men were exhausted but proud; everything had come together beautifully.

They sat now, in the back of their car, waiting for their driver to finish his cigarette.

"I can't wait for people to see it Phil," Dan beamed. "It really is incredible. I'm so proud." He held his phone in his lap, fumbling with the Instagram app. Dan wanted to make a story to commemorate the exciting moment.

Phil was overflowing with pride, not to mention love for his partner. This journey was nearly complete.

Phil couldn't help but to admire Dan's enthusiasm; he looked so pleased and confident. He was genuinely happy. Everything that they had envisioned together had become reality. Fresh from the editing room, Phil realized just how real it was.

"We put on a hell of a show didn't we Dan?" Phil grinned.

"We did," Dan looked into his eyes and smiled fondly. "It still doesn't feel completely real." Phil understood. Even the hours spent in studio couldn't help him to truly grasp the enormity of the last six months of their lives.

"Do you want to see this before I post it?" Dan's left thumb hovered over his glossy screen.

"Nah, surprise me." Phil smiled and winked, pushing a particularly tight curl from Dan's temple. It was a soft, gentle touch that reminded Dan of exactly how much he was loved. The light brush of Phil's fingertips made him feel as if he could melt into the back seat. Instantly, Dan thought about being home with his boyfriend. Surely this night was fit for celebration - the private kind.

"Hey," Dan whispered softly. "You wanna celebrate tonight? After our haircuts?" His smooth, pink, lips curved upward and his dimples deepened on both sides. Phil could also see that his dark eyes were sparkling with anticipation; the evening sun reflected prettily off of his face. He just looked so happy, healthy, and beautiful.

"Do you have anything in mind dear Daniel?" Phil smiled, and his bright eyes began to disappear in the tiny, lovable, crinkles of his temples. He grazed his lower lip with the very edge of his teeth. Phil hoped that they were on the same page, and he believed that they were. Very seldom did they have different ideas about these things.

"Dinner of course," Dan giggled and pushed the edges of his denim tour jacket aside, rubbing his warm belly over his soft, gray, t-shirt. "And something to burn off all of this extra energy...but what?"

Phil hummed softy as Dan tapped his own lips with the tender pads of his index and middle fingers. He had an adorable habit of doing this when in consideration. His eyes sharply shifted toward Phil when he heard his boyfriend make that delightful little noise.

Phil had the look; his eyes were dilated and full of need. He pressed his pink lips together and twisted them, nibbling at the plump center of the lower.

Phil wanted something very specific.

"Yeah? Is that what you want? Hmmm?" Dan smiled and laughed almost-silently through his nose. He pat Phil's thigh and raised his eyebrows playfully. The driver caused the car to shift when he got inside. "I want that too."

Dan covered Phil's hand with his own and squeezed lightly. He spent the ride home thinking about how much he wanted to make love to Phil. He loved the way that his boyfriend begged for him for a fucking and came untouched all
over their pale bellies. He liked the way that Phil tried to rush their lovemaking when he was was taking Dan's cock; he was always so uncharacteristically needy, pulling him closer and moaning deeply for more of him.

Phil, who had to rearrange his legs to accommodate his rather large erection, just looked out his window and waited for the pointed line of Poplar trees and half-brick wall surrounding the courtyard that would tell him that they were finally home.