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Dan barely has time to think before Phil is pulling him into a nearby broom closet.
He’s meant to be changing out of the stupid snowsuit Phil insisted they wear– it’s the hottest day of the year and it truly isn’t worth it– but ever since he zipped it up Phil hasn’t been able to take his eyes off of him.
He can’t say he’s upset about it. Even if it’s sweltering out and he smells and the suit is sticking to his thighs unpleasantly.
Phil all but slams Dan into the wall (and what seems to be a mop) while kissing him and trying to unzip the damned suit. Dan can’t help but laugh; Phil isn’t coordinated at the best of times but his fumbling is something he adores about him. Moments like this are no exception.
“Let me.” Dan says, pushing Phil away slightly.
Phil whimpers– actually whimpers– before pressing his hips into Dan’s.
“Fuck, Phil, what’s gotten into you today?”
“You, hopefully.”
“Well technically–”
“Please do shut up.” Phil kisses him, hard.
“Make me.” Dan grins against Phil’s lips, before grinding his hips into Phil’s.
———
The bit looks a bit weird now, with Phil wearing his snowsuit and Dan back in his regular clothes, but they’ll deal with it. They told the crew that the suit was just a tad too small and that Dan couldn’t move comfortably, that he was afraid it would rip; they don’t need to know that Phil is responsible for making Dan come in his pants like a horny teenager and therefore making it unsuitable for wear in front of other people.
He did notice Phil packing it up in their stuff to take back with them, though. Dan can’t help but roll his eyes and smile fondly.