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Dan propped his elbow on the table, nesting his jaw in the cup of his palm as he tracked Phil’s every move with shameless adoration in his face.
“Wait, wait, wait,” Phil stuttered, reaching for a bottle on the bar and missing it by at least four inches. “I’ll make you another one.” He picked up the bottle with a thick, pale yellow liquid on his second attempt and almost fell off the chair when he returned to the table and only managed to put half of his ass on it. “It’s called the Truth Serum.”
“Where’s it from?” Dan asked, grinning. Phil was just about ready to call it, while he felt just comfortably tipsy. They were both several drinks in, testing different recipes for a new video.
“Eastern Europe.”
“Which country?”
“Doesn’t say. Maybe it’s one of those things that they all do and can’t decide who came up with it?”
Dan shrugged and muttered something non-committal.
“They say it’s a sweet, girly drink,” Phil read from his phone screen.
“Alright. I have nothing to hide. Let’s do it,” Dan said, sitting up and leaning closer on his elbows as he watched Phil mix half a shot of elderflower syrup, a full shot of Red Bull, a full shot of rum, and top it off with red wine.
“Here you go, lad,” Phil said with a lopsided attempt at a cocky smile and pushed the glass closer to Dan, spilling a little.
Dan tutted. “You mucky pup.” He quickly wiped the liquid with a tea towel and placed the glass out of Phil’s reach. Phil giggled and blushed, sliding down on the table until his head was resting on his arms. He looked up at Dan as if it was the first time he’d properly noticed him.
“You’re so pretty, Dan,” he slurred, smiling widely. “I love–I love how your freckles came out. They’re s–so cute. I want to–I want–snack on them. One by one, chomp, chomp.” His glasses shifted, almost falling off.
Dan gave him an unamused look. “You’re sleeping wherever you drop tonight,” he said dryly.
“Danny’s yummy freckles, chomp, chomp, chomp,” Phil sang, clicking his teeth and reaching out, trying to touch Dan’s face.
“Excuse you.” Dan dodged Phil’s poorly aimed finger. Phil sniggered and put his hand down on the table. Then he sat up groggily, pulling his chair closer to the table, watching Dan with wide, expectant eyes and slightly open mouth.
Dan took a careful sip of the dark burgundy drink. “Hmm. That’s actually pretty good.” He sipped the drink again. “I like it. Let’s put it on the maybe pile.”
“Dan?”
“Yeah?”
“How much cheese do you secretly eat per week?”
“I have a bite every time you leave me alone because I’m keeping a stash in the vegetable drawer,” Dan replied without hesitation.
Phil gasped. “Alright. Alright. When was the last time you came in your pants untouched because you were too horny for me?”
Dan’s jaw dropped. “You nosy bitch, wouldn’t you like to know!” he cried, scandalised.
“So it didn’t work?” Phil asked, disappointed.
“No, you idiot, truth serum is not a real thing!” Dan exclaimed. “The fucking audacity.”
“Alright, alright, one more drink. From the same person.”
“Let’s do it.”
“It’s called–it’s called–” Phil squinted at his phone. “Ka–ka–I can’t pronounce it, it has strange letters in it.” He giggled. “They say that it’s a… pass-around drink they have at the end of gatherings, before they leave. We’ll need an energy drink can with some of it left, and a shot of everything we’ve had today.” Phil put down his phone and drank a bit of the Red Bull, shaking the can gently to check how much was left.
“Phil, that’s suicide!” Dan laughed. “You realise we need to record the pod tomorrow, right?”
“It’s fine, it’s just a bit more of what we’ve already had. How much harm could that do?” Phil said, his tongue tripping over the words.
“Alright, let’s see, then,” Dan said and reached for the can. Carefully, he added about half a shot of four or five different kinds of alcohol and poured the final mixture into a wine glass. It looked… unappetising. Phil leaned closer and gave the drink a cautious sniff, scrunching up his nose and retracting like a cat who smelled an onion.
“That’s vile,” he stated.
Dan didn’t look any more optimistic “For content,” he said and took a big sip. “Oh, Jesus fuck, that’s evil!” He coughed and laughed. “Whoever gave you this recipe was fucking with you.”
Phil giggled. “Should we wrap it up?”
“Yeah,” Dan said weakly. His legs suddenly felt heavy, and numbing warmth flooded the rest of his body.
“I’m not sure I can stand up,” he announced, staring at Phil. The older man chuckled, and after a quick clean-up, he perched himself on the dining table, swinging his bare legs.
“You think you’re fucking cute in your booty shorts, don’t you?” Dan slurred and hesitantly accepted Phil’s hand when he offered to help him up. Dan got to his unsteady feet, and when Phil hooked his leg over his thighs, he shuffled closer until he found himself pressed against Phil.
“Oh, hello,” he muttered, smiling as he felt all Phil’s limbs wrap around his body. He relaxed into the embrace and ran his hands up and down Phil’s back, gently scratching just the way he knew Phil liked it. The pleased noise Phil made sent tingles down Dan’s spine. He looked up at Phil, mouth hanging open in awe. Phil smirked and traced his finger along Dan’s bottom lip.
“Shall we put something in here?” he asked, and his rough voice made Dan’s breath hitch. He gulped, grabbed Phil’s shoulders, and heaved himself up into his lap haphazardly.
“Whoa,” Phil gasped and pushed himself back to make room for Dan.
“Hi,” Dan said with a grin after he settled comfortably.
“Dan, this is dangerous,” Phil said, his face only inches from Dan’s. He placed his hands on the back of Dan’s thighs to steady him. Dan was also wearing shorts, though not as short as Phil's. His skin was hot, and Phil couldn’t resist kneading it, gently and deliberately, pushing all the right buttons.
A small gasp escaped Dan’s lips, and his hips bucked forward. Then he smirked when an idea popped into his mind. He lifted himself, hovering over Phil’s lap and slowly swung his hips from side to side.
“Have you been good, Phil?” he drawled, running his hands up and down Phil’s sides. “Did you–” As Dan leaned forward to whisper in Phil’s ear, Phil let out a shriek as he lost his balance, and they both fell flat on the table, groaning and huffing. Phil tried to get up, but Dan wouldn’t let him. He pinned Phil down with his whole weight and rested his head on Phil’s chest.
“Dan,” Phil muttered, rubbing Dan’s back. “Let’s go to bed.”
Dan gave a heavy sigh and cupped Phil’s cheek with his palm, tilting his head up to kiss Phil’s chin.
“You know, I’ve always liked you, Phil. You know, since the day we’ve met,” he said, rubbing Phil’s light stubble with his thumb.
“I know, bear,” Phil said, and his laughter rumbling against Dan’s ear made the younger man giggle.
“But I’m serious,” Dan insisted, as if they were arguing. “I just… I liked you. I’ve always liked you. I didn’t even care if you were wearing a wig. I liked you since the moment we met. And I–And I never stopped for a second.”
Phil smiled, playing with Dan’s curls. “I know. I liked you too. Very, very much.”
“Phil?” Dan muttered a few moments later.
“Hm?”
“We’re going to be sick as fuck in the morning.”
“Hm. We’ll be sick as fuck together, though. That makes it better, doesn’t it?”
“Not really.”