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The vacation would not be a long one, and it was not even the one they had anticipated going on, but Phil was determined to make the most of it nonetheless. The train ride had felt long, and the drafty carriage left them both somewhat chilled, but they had made it to their destination in one piece and would be guaranteed a whole inseparable weekend.
Their room was cramped and old-fashioned, no TV or coffee machine. Just a double bed, desk, closet, and armchair. The latter was where Dan sat now, crumpled into himself as he waited for Phil. The train ride had exhausted him for no reason other than his own paranoia. Every other passenger must know his secret, Dan continued to reason to himself. There was no other purpose for their eyes to hover for an extra second as they passed, which they had to have been doing because their strides were unusually slow. They all had to have known that he was on vacation with his everything-I’ve-ever-wanted best friend, with his more-than-a-friend, with his Phil. They could tell from a cursory glance that they would be sharing this room, and sharing that bed just across from him, with no worldly distractions between their bodies. Not even a radio to drown out whatever noises they were destined to make.
“Are you hungry?” Phil called from the adjoining bathroom. “I’m starving.”
“Yeah, sure,” Dan replied softly.
Phil stuck his head out the door and around the corner to get a look at Dan, his face becoming hot with adoration when he saw the younger boy had managed to tuck his lengthy limbs entirely into the seat, curling into himself like a six foot roly-poly.
Phil walked over, his face still wet from the splash he’d given himself, and placed a hand gently on a piece of Dan’s lower back that was available.
“If you’re tired we can stay here a while. Or you take a nap, I’ll bring something back.”
Dan twisted his neck around to look at Phil’s gentle face.
“It’s our vacation, we should be together.”
“Of course we should, and we will, silly,” Phil poked a thin strip of skin which had appeared from Dan’s contortions. “If you let me just run out and find myself a snack we can stay in here all night for all I care.”
Dan pouted despite the sentiment, truly feeling in the mood to pout. Phil combed his fingers through the back of Dan’s overgrown brown hair, intent on creating a good mood and a happy Dan.
“Or we could go and have dinner, then walk around the boardwalk, maybe get a little drunk.” Phil sat on the floor beside the chair, the craning over wreaking havoc on his back, but never removing a hand from some piece of Dan. “Come back here and be alone.”
His voice held all the implications Dan needed to smirk to himself. “Perv.”
“Who? Me?” Phil asked, play-acting confused. “I didn’t say anything pervy.”
“You’re so full of it,” Dan uncurled himself to turn over and face Phil at his spot on the floor, before curling back in, knees up to his chest.
“Full of what? Hunkiness? Laughter?” Phil smiled, leveling himself to meet Dan’s eyes head-on. “You love it.”
“Dicks,” Dan countered. “Head to toe penises. Peni. Running through your bloodstream.”
“You’re such an idiot,” Phil laughed, shoving Dan lightly as he leaned backwards. “What does that even mean?”
Dan jutted his chin out defiantly. “It means you think with your dick.”
“No, I think with my brain, which is full of thoughts of you.” Phil stopped to consider for a moment before continuing. “And you’re pretty hot, so thoughts of dicks intercept occasionally.” Phil blocked Dan’s hand which had attempted to playfully hit him, managing to get a hold of Dan’s wrist and bring it to his face. He bit the delicate bone of his wrist gently, leaving a small indent on his skin, and then kissed the same spot.
“Have you woken up a bit?” Phil asked, fingers still gripping Dan’s wrist in a small circle of his third finger and thumb.
“A bit,” Dan allowed. It was true. Through his squirming his face, now open to the room, suddenly sported open eyes and flushed cheeks. His legs now had only one curled into him, the other resting over the arm of the chair in a way that did not appear very comfortable. His one arm was still held closely, curled into his neck like a young child waking from a nap, and the opposite reached out towards Phil as he held onto him.
“Enough for dinner?”
“I suppose.” Dan wriggled his hand out of Phil’s hold and set himself upright, sighing deeply as though finding an edible slice of pizza was akin to holding the weight of the world on his back.
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Dan had draped himself around Phil’s shoulders like a cape and was not helping to make it up the stairs or through the door. Phil did not feel the night had been exhausting enough to warrant this; a small meal, some roaming around an amusement park, and a ride on a ferris wheel didn’t seem like the chore Dan was now making it out to be, but he didn’t complain. Dan’s arms around him were never anything to fuss about.
“Now that wasn’t so bad, was it?” Phil said as he struggled upwards.
“Of course not,” Dan mumbled.
“Hmmm,” Phil hummed happily. “What was that? Did you perhaps agree with me? Did you have fun, even?”
Dan rolled his eyes and tightened his grip, wishing he could simply become deadweight and have Phil drag him the rest of the way.
Phil grabbed at Dan’s forearm and held it away from his neck.
“Come on, admit it. I’m right. I’m the best. I’m the most fun.”
Dan did not immediately respond, but pushed his face into the back of Phil’s neck as Phil opened the room door.
“You’re the most annoying,” he said instead.
Phil rolled his eyes as Dan released him to make their way inside. As they reached the center of the room Phil was hit with a burst of energy, his internal systems so struck with joy and wonder that a day like this could so easily fit into his life, and he sprung towards Dan, tackling him to the bed.
Dan half-laughed and half-squealed loudly. Phil covered his mouth in a hurry, scared of bothering their neighbors so late in the evening.
“You’re going to get us kicked out!”
Dan wiggled out from behind Phil’s fingers, still trapped beneath the rest of him. “Not my fault, you tried to kill me!”
“I would never,” Phil said, but his energy wasn’t behind it. His eyes stared darkly down at Dan, the room lit only by a bedside lamp they’d forgotten to turn off earlier in the day. His eyes roamed over the soft planes of Dan’s face made dramatic in the darkness, traced the lines making up Dan’s mussed hair.
Dan stared back up at him, lured into a state of peace despite the attack. Phil’s weight on top of him was familiar and comforting, his legs matching up beside Dan’s so perfectly, and his mouth curved into the kind of smile which made Dan feel worth something.
“Do you think they were staring?” Dan blurted out, unable to stop himself. He felt regret the instant he said it but Phil’s face stayed steady, meeting his eyes easily.
“No,” Phil replied simply. He leaned down and left a small kiss on Dan’s right cheek.
“Really?”
“Really.” Phil moved over and left a matching one to his left.
“I think it’s the hair,” Dan countered. “Maybe people were looking because of the hair.”
Phil hovered above Dan with a question in his eyes. “I guess we do have sick hair.” He dove down to Dan’s neck and left a peck on his Adam's apple.
Dan rolled his eyes and swallowed down a gulp of air. Phil chased his throat, trying to catch the moving cartilage gently between his teeth.
“I just mean people are looking at us.”
“Okay,” Phil said. “Let them. I like looking at you.”
Phil rolled onto his side, satisfied with his successes, and Dan turned his head to look back at him.
“That’s beyond the point.”
“People look at us all the time, babe. It’s, like, the point of being on the internet.”
“But that’s not real life.”
“Yeah,” Phil conceded. He reached out and took one of Dan’s hands that rested on his stomach, pulling it to his mouth. “But, in real life you’re also,” he bit down, “delicious. So, it’s hard to think of a problem with real life.”
“Idiot,” Dan said softly. “I’m going to leave here without an inch of skin unbruised if you keep this up.”
“Leave me alone,” Phil whispered, moving upwards on his arm to find another good spot, wondering how upset Dan would be if he left a hickey on his bicep, stomach, maybe even a thigh. “I’m busy.”
“I’m glad we came,” Dan said suddenly, watching Phil explore.
“Me too,” Phil said, removing his mouth and sitting up to rest on an elbow at the unexpected change of heart. “Really glad.”
Dan took the bitten hand and reached up towards Phil’s face, his eyelids beginning to droop again but not wanting to miss a moment of their alone time.
“At least you’re here.”
Phil smiled. “I know it’s not too exciting, but Blackpool’s got a bit more going for it than just me.”
“Sure.” Dan reached up and got a hold of a piece of Phil’s hair, guiding him back to laying down on the bed. “Whatever.”
Phil crowded in, leaning his head on Dan’s chest instead and listened to the slow beat of his heart. He adjusted, moving to silently push up Dan’s shirt and freeing the warm skin of his stomach and chest, before laying back down again.
“Am I allowed hickeys?” Phil giggled suddenly, side eyeing the perfect expanse of his partner’s unmarked chest.
“Two.” Dan decided. “Three if they’re small.”
“Anywhere?”
‘Anywhere’, Dan thought to himself. ‘Always, anywhere, anytime, just for you.’
Dan refused to let his sappy inner monologue take over, instead he moved a hand, searching blindly for where Phil’s face was before gripping hold of his nose and pinching by way of warning, knowing it would fall on deaf ears.
“Within reason.”
“God, I love you.”