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Most nights, Dan didn’t sleep very well. It was either because he couldn’t go to sleep, woke up several times or had nightmares. Well, as he grew older and less afraid he wasn’t often concerned by the latter anymore (although he recently dreamed that he was eaten alive by a lion which, strangely enough, had Phil’s face). Having restless nights, however, continued to be a problem. He found that often he couldn’t make his brain shut up and let him go to sleep. It was worse when the existential crisis punched him in the face when he least expected it. Or when he had very, very late night Mario Kart battles with some guy from across the Atlantic.
That night, however, he was sound asleep. He had felt uncharacteristically tired in the evening and went to bed quite early. By the time his head had hit the pillow he had already been half asleep. He even had a very nice dream. Kanye had asked him whether he would consider recording an album with him! But, alas, it wasn’t meant to be a long night for him.
He woke up from the strange feeling of something pressing into his side. He was lying on his back, and for a fleeting moment he thought he was just lying too close to the wall. He then remembered that he wasn’t at his parents’ house, and that his bed wasn’t perched in a corner of his room anymore. He tried to turn around and just go back to sleep. He really wanted to know how his and Kanye’s voice would sound together. But something held him firmly in place. Dan groaned, turned his head, opened his eyes – and nearly had a heart attack.
He found himself nose to nose with someone who lay next to him, in his bed, and had a firm grip on him, pinning him in place. For a moment Dan thought it was a burglar and wanted to scream. He wasn’t really sure why a burglar would make themselves comfortable in his bed, but this was the first thing his brain supplied. But then he could make out unruly black hair and the scent of minty shampoo and – Phil. Great.
He knew that Phil sometimes sleepwalked. Phil often went to bed earlier than Dan, and one night, when Dan had done some late-night editing and left his room to fetch some Ribena, he had found Phil standing in the hallway. He was facing the kitchen door, and Dan had thought Phil had ventured to get a drink as well. “Hey, you still up?” he had said. Phil had just slowly turned his head, eyes closed, regarding Dan with a blank expression. He then slowly walked past Dan and back into his room. Dan had been thoroughly shaken – seriously, that shit was creepy – and told Phil about it the next day. Phil had promised to lock his door at night from then on, and there had been no sleepwalking incident ever since.
Until that night.
Phil must have forgotten to lock the door. Dan turned his head and sighed. Phil had him in a near death grip. His whole body was pressed up to Dan’s side, one arm slung tightly over his chest and head resting next to Dan’s. From what he could make out, Phil was fast asleep, breathing softly and steadily. Dan had to admit, this hug, even if it was a bit tight, felt kinda nice. He considered just going back to sleep again, but he knew that this position would seem weird in the morning. He lightly touched the hand on his chest and whispered, “Phil, wake up! You’re in my bed.” Nothing happened. He tapped Phil’s hand. “Come on, wake up!” Still nothing. Dan was about to shake him when suddenly Phil grunted and shoved his knee between Dan’s legs. He did it with so much force that Dan thought he might kick him in the balls. Thankfully, Phil’s knee stayed beyond the critical area, but still Dan could feel his face heat up. Now he was thoroughly annoyed.
“Oy, you oath, stop that!” he said, louder, and grabbed Phil’s hand to shove it off, but apparently his friend would have none of it. Phil made an irritated sound and Dan could feel his knee riding up his thigh, forcing his legs to part wider. Dan was fully aware of the movement, Phil’s pyjama clothed knee scraping the inner side of his naked thigh, and damn, that was getting really dangerous. Dan knew this had to stop. He took a deep breath to say something, but the words got stuck in his throat when Phil began to stroke his hand up and down Dan’s chest. Dan let his hand fall to the mattress next to him and swallowed hard.
Shit. That felt a lot nicer than it should. But the worst part was that Dan suddenly felt like his boxers were too tight for him. Oh no. No no no! Just five minutes ago he had been fast asleep, dreaming of Kanye West and not wondering whether he had some clandestine feelings for his best friend and roommate – who was still asleep! How could a person touch someone like that while they were still asleep?! Dan made a mental note to google that, but for now he really needed to get Phil out of his bed. The thing was, he felt unable to move just an inch. While he contemplated what he should do, Phil kept stroking his chest slowly. Just when Dan thought how grateful he was that he had put on a t-shirt he gasped at the sudden explosion of sensation jolting through his body. Phil had somehow managed to find the hem of Dan’s t-shirt and wriggle his hand underneath it, continuing his lazy stroke, skimming his fingers over Dan’s left nipple. But what was even worse, he had moved forward and began to nose at Dan’s neck, humming softly. Dan couldn’t hold back the moan escaping his throat. He always told people that he hated his neck to be touched. The paradox was, however, that when he was aroused, his neck area became his absolute weak spot.
Dan’s brain became fuzzy, and he couldn’t remember why he had been so annoyed a moment ago. This felt so good. He revelled in the feeling of Phil’s hand sending electric jolts though his body and the hot breath ghosting over the skin of his neck. Something in the back of his brain began to scream that, “This is wrong, you have to stop it!” Another part of him screamed back “But it’s been so long!” Dan needed another moment to remember that he was currently lying in his bed with his best friend enjoying illicit touching from said friend. Who was asleep, for fucks sake!
Dan managed to gather some shreds of sanity and shoved Phil off the bed with all his might, screaming “Phil, wake up!” With a thud and a gasp Phil landed on the floor. Dan sat up and looked down at Phil, who was sitting bolt upright and looking around wildly. “What happened?” he demanded, slightly panicked. ”You sleepwalked and climbed into my bed, you twat.” Phil blinked, and Dan sighed. “I kicked you out before you could smother me to death.” Phil looked at him, mouth slightly open, still confused. Dan was so grateful that it was too dark for him to see that he was blushing and sweating profusely. Phil was still staring at him, and Dan became annoyed. “Go to your own bed and lock the fucking door!” The swearing startled Phil, and he scrambled to his feet and ran out, slamming the door behind him. Tomorrow he would probably ignore Dan the whole day out of shame.
Dan starred at the closed door, then down at his crotch. Great. He was wide awake and had a hard on. Thanks a lot, Phil.