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"Fuu-!" Dan shouted. "Fucking blue shells!"
"Ohmygod oh my God I'm in first!" Phil exclaimed, jumping up and down on the sofa excitedly.
It was an intense game of Mario Kart 8 on a cold Sunday morning in January. Of course, it was filled with banter and shouting, but that wasn't unusual.
"Yes! Yess!" Phil jumped up with his arms in the air, and then immediately sat back down again. "I won! I won!"
Dan threw his controller onto the ground. He groaned loudly in disappointment.
"Screw you, Phil!"
"Aw Dan, no need to be a sore loser," Phil said, reaching out to touch Dan's arm. Dan jerked away. He stuck his tongue out at Phil.
"Daaan-" Before Phil could say anything else, Dan had stood up and walked out of the lounge. Phil laughed. When Dan didn't come back after a few moments, Phil stood up and walked out to the hallway. The door to Dan's bedroom was closed.
Phil went up to the door and knocked.
"Go away," Dan shouted at the door.
"Daan," Phil whined. "Come on. It's okay that you lost-"
"Shut up!" Dan shouted.
Phil grabbed the doorknob and opened the door to Dan's bedroom. Dan was sitting on his bed with his laptop in his lap, typing furiously.
"What are you doing?" Phil asked.
"I'm tweeting about what a loser you are," Dan replied without looking at Phil.
Phil burst out a short laugh. "Well technically, you're the loser," he chuckled.
Dan reached behind him and picked a pillow up from his bed and chucked it at Phil. The pillow hit Phil in the chest.
Phil's eyes grew wide. He picked the pillow up off the floor from where it had landed and threw it back at Dan. The pillow hit the side of Dan's head. Dan's face twisted in a jokingly angry expression and he took his laptop off his lap so that he could get on his knees and pick the pillow up again. He threw it at Phil, and then immediately afterward took another pillow from his bed and shielded his body and face with it.
Phil picked up the pillow Dan had thrown at him and held it above his head. He charged toward Dan, shouting out a battle cry. He jumped to stand on Dan's bed and brought the pillow down on Dan's head. Dan took his pillow shield and swung at Phil's legs, knocking them out from underneath him. Phil fell onto the bed, the mattress dipping underneath Phil's weight and causing him to bounce around on the bed. Phil took his pillow and swung at Dan, but missed and swung at empty air. The momentum of the swinging pillow made Phil fall over, and he ran into Dan. The two fell over, Dan falling onto his back and Phil on top of him. Phil caught himself on his hands that landed on either side of Dan's shoulders. The two were laughing as they fell over, but it died down as they looked at each other.
Phil looked at Dan, who lay underneath him. His breath caught in his chest when he looked into Dan's deep brown eyes. Dan's eyes looked like they could tell whole stories, they looked like they held entire worlds, entire galaxies, entire universes. Dan looked up at Phil's face, taking in his eyes, stubble, freckles, his lips, his cheeks and his chin and his nose.
They were both so caught up in staring at each other that they didn't even realize that Phil was on top of Dan and their faces were only inches apart. A loud car horn honked outside of Dan's bedroom window and yanked them out of their trance.
Phil came to a sudden realization about how close he was to Dan. He shook his head and clambered off of Dan as fast as he could and rolled over to sit down on the bed. Dan sat up, resting on his elbows, and looked over at the window. He cleared his throat.
"Um..." Phil said. "I'm kind of hungry, do you want anything?"
Phil scooted over to the end of the bed and hung his legs over the edge. He looked back at Dan.
Dan shook his head. "I'm okay," he said. He picked up his laptop, pulling it onto his lap, and started clicking and typing again.
Phil nodded and stood up, brushing himself off and adjusting his hair fringe.
"Okay, um. I'll be out in the kitchen if you... need anything."
Phil turned away to hide his blush. He walked over to the door and put his hand on the knob. He looked back at Dan. Dan was paying attention only to his computer, not looking at Phil. Phil turned back to the door, opened it, and left.
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Phil was in the kitchen, grilling a piece of bread on the stove to make a grilled cheese sandwich. He kept thinking about the morning's earlier events. He couldn't get the image of Dan's eyes out of his head. He couldn't stop thinking about how Dan looked...
Phil suddenly heard footsteps walking to the kitchen. Dan. He looked down at the pan on the stove so that he wouldn't have to face the younger man. He would go crazy if he had to see Dan's lips and not be able to kiss them....
Phil suddenly felt a firm hand grip onto his shoulder, forcing him to turn around. For a brief moment, Phil saw Dan there in front of him as he was forcibly turned around, but then a second later his lips were pressed to Dan's. And then they were kissing.
At first, Phil only sat there, stunned, but soon he was kissing Dan back, putting his hands on Dan's back and pulling Dan toward him, pressing his own body against Dan's.
Dan's hand reached behind Phil's head and his fingers tangled themselves through Phil's hair. Their lips worked together, their hands grasped at each other's hair and hips and arms. They kissed more fiercely than either of them had ever kissed anyone before. Phil nibbled on Dan's bottom lip and Dan let a soft moan escape from the back of his throat.
After moments, they finally separated, breathless. Phil looked into Dan's eyes again, getting lost in the profound brown color. Dan looked back into Phil's electric blue-green eyes.
"I'm sorry," Dan whispered.
Phil shook his head.
"Dan, don't be sorry." Phil's stomach twisted as he came to terms with this feeling inside of him, a feeling that he hadn't even realized was there until just now. He knew it had always been deep inside of him, but he never knew what it was. With this kiss, it was like a curtain had been ripped away to unveil something new. This feeling. "I love you," Phil said softly.
The corners of Dan's mouth turned up, and his eyes suddenly brightened.
"I love you, too," Dan replied. He wrapped his arms lightly around Phil's neck and planted a soft kiss on Phil's lips. Phil's eyes fluttered closed. He took in the feeling of Dan's lips, the flavor of something he had been longing to taste for years. He placed his hands on Dan's hips. The kiss parted, and the two boys looked at each other like they were the last two people left on Earth.
They had been waiting for each other for so long. Now, they finally had it.