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“Dan, are you sure it was a good idea to include the thing about the ass clapping?” Phil asked as he turned to his boyfriend who was sitting at their computer like a shrimp as he clicked around the Youtube settings. They had just finished filming their Newlyweds video and he knew it was a little too late to cancel the upload, but he couldn’t stop himself from asking anyway.
Dan didn’t even look up at him when he answered, “Yeah Phil. We don’t give a fuck anymore. Remember?”
Phil looked down at his lap and played with the zipper on the front of his jumper. “Yeah I guess.”
Dan stopped what he was doing and glanced over, hearing the tone in Phil’s voice shift. Dan could always tell when something was bothering him and he was so lucky that Dan could clock him like that.
“What is it, Phil?” Dan asked, his tone sympathetic. Phil knew the insecurity was coming from nowhere, but he had just rebranded. His PG-13 branding had just gone up. He wasn’t exactly used to putting himself out there like this just yet. Dan knew this, but if anything, Dan’s encouragement helped him break from his comfort zone. Dan had been more open with his fanbase. He needed to remember that the people watching his videos didn’t care if he talked about his ass or referred to himself as sexual in the slightest. They just wanted Phil to be himself. Dan made it look so easy.
Phil watched the little red bar on the computer screen as it nearly finished the upload.
“It’s a bit weird sometimes, you know?” Phil said, shaking his head. “Knowing that this whole section of the internet looks at me like…”
“Like you have a dumptruck?” Dan let out a breathy laugh and shook his head. “Phil, they already do. We’re taking the narrative back. Don’t let it get to you.”
Phil nodded.
“They love you.” Dan smiled and gestured to the computer. “Nothing you say can change that. If anything, this will make them love you more.”
Phil let out a nervous laugh. “Yeah but what if they just love me for my ass?”
Dan blinked at him. “Phil, what are you on about?”
“I don’t know.” Phil sighed. “I guess I just wish I had your confidence.”
Dan cocked his head to the side, glanced at the computer screen to make sure the upload was on track and then swiveled his chair to face Phil’s. “You’re plenty confident.”
“Yeah but not like you,” Phil admitted, returning his eyes to his lap.
“But you don’t have to be like me. You can be whoever you want to be,” Dan reassured him. “And you happen to have a dumptruck, Babe.” Dan shrugged his shoulders and smiled.
Phil smiled back. “You’re right.”
“Usually am,” Dan smirked, reaching a hand out and squeezing Phil’s thigh. “Now come on. I want to see your ass clap for real.”
Phil blushed and bit his lip.
Dan stood up and leaned down to whisper something in Phil’s ear. “Don’t make me prove to you who’s bossier.”
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Dan and Phil finished their show in Philly, the crowd’s cheering was so loud that they could hear it in their dressing room. Both boys were drenched in sweat and their hair was sticking to their foreheads. There was something about the adrenaline after a show that made them beam. They were gathering their things to take to the tour bus when their tour manager knocked.
“Hey gentlemen. Little change in plans tonight. Tour bus needs a little repair, no biggie, but we’re putting you up in a hotel a couple blocks away,” James said, nothing out of the ordinary. They had protocols for things like this - taking a vehicle across an entire country sometimes came with technical issues out of their control - and neither surprised. In fact, a lot of the time everyone kind of looked forward to the nights they got to unexpectedly sleep in a hotel bed for a change. The bus sure wasn’t the Ritz. “We’re gonna give it 30 minutes so the fans clear out before we take you over there.”
“Right. Thanks man,” Dan confirmed for the two of them, using a towel to wipe the sweat from his forehead.
“Sit tight. I’ll let you know.” And just like that, the door was closed and they were alone again.
Phil dug through his drawstring for his phone and took a seat on the couch. He leaned back and checked his messages. A few photos of his niece from his brother, an email about their sponsership requirements from Dragon City, and a notification that #tit was again going viral on X. He chuckled to himself and clicked on the hashtag. The first thing that came up was a picture of Dan in his Sister Daniel costume. He looked up at Dan, who was leaning against the vanity directly across from him, his nose also in his phone.
Phil, who didn’t consider himself a possessive guy, took a moment to think about how he was the only one who knew what Dan looked like underneath his tiny little nun skirt. For some reason, today it made his toes curl. He was so used to seeing Dan in the outfit that he was a bit desensitized to how sexy it truly was. And when he thought about it too hard, he started to get a little hot.
He coughed and closed his browser, earning him a curious glance from Dan who didn’t say anything and went back to his scrolling.
Finally, when James came back and told them the coast was clear, they were ushered out the back door and into an SUV that would shuttle them to their hotel for the night. Most hotels were overly accommodating for celebrities (if you could even call Dan and Phil that) and they would allow the two to go through the back so they didn’t have any undesired meet and greets with fans. As much as Dan and Phil loved their devoted fans, there was a time and a place. Plus, they were exhausted. Their entire day was about their fans. It was time for some Dan and Phil time.
They got up to their room, two beds for the formality, and dropped their overnight bags on the floor.
“Yo, did you see that #tit is trending again?” Dan asked Phil from the bathroom where he was shedding his shirt.
“Yeah. I wonder if people know what they’re even tweeting.” Phil said, shaking off his shoes and letting them hit the wall before landing in the hallway.
“You think people are clicking on it thinking that it’s about boobies and then they get our stupid faces?” Dan yelled from the bathroom. Phil chuckled.
“Yeah we’re definitely not what they’re expecting.”
Dan was quiet for a moment and then he came out of the bathroom shirtless and he walked up to Phil, leaning against him and showing him his phone. Phil focused his eyes on the selfie Dan had just taken in the mirror, his nipples on full display, with the caption #tits out for #tit. “You think I should post this?”
Phil looked up at Dan who was cheesing pretty hard. “I think maybe not.”
“Oh come onnnn Phil!” Dan whined. “You don’t think it’d be funny?”
Phil thought for a moment. It might be funny. But it also might start something that they had no business starting. They had to remember the entire purpose for the tour they were actively on. They were an influence. Whether they chose it or not. They couldn’t be taking pictures of their nipples and encouraging others to do the same. Not if they wanted to keep their image at least a little tasteful.
“I think…” Phil grabbed Dan’s phone and threw it on the bed. “It’s been a long day, and we don’t need to be horny online right now.”
Dan glared at him playfully, and tugged at the bottom of Phil’s shirt.
“Fine,” Dan grumbled. He fell back on the bed and stretched his arms above his head. Phil noticed that his jeans had been unbuttoned and they were displaying Dan’s happy trail. Phil unapologetically stared. “Good thing we don’t have to be on the tour bus tonight because when you give me eyes like that Phil, it makes me want to punish you.”
Phil turned red. After all these years, he still turns red.
Dan sat up on his elbows and looked at Phil who was frozen in his spot. “Hey, I had an idea.”
Phil didn’t move, but Dan knew he was listening.
“Come here.” Dan beckoned him, his voice laced with a commanding tone that Phil knew better than to ignore. He stepped toward the bed and then sat next to where Dan was sprawled. Dan reached up and pulled Phil down to be closer to him, his hands already exploring his chest overtop his jumper. He leaned close into Phil’s ear and the smell of Dan made his breath hitch. “I was thinking…what if we do something we’ve never done before?”
Phil closed his eyes. Just the sound of Dan’s quiet voice in his ears was enough to spring his nether regions to life. But they had been together for nearly fifteen years. There was almost nothing they’d never done before. He’d be interested to see what Dan had in mind.
Dan nipped at Phil’s earlobe, Phil’s blonde hair tickled the skin behind his ear as Dan loosed a breath.
“I wanna film us tonight.” Dan said the words like they were mist, the concept landing in Phil’s mind like a fog. His body was already rigid, including the flesh behind his fly, but his eyes opened and he sucked in a breath. “Before you panic…” Dan slid his hand up onto the side of Phil’s face, their bodies reading each other like brail. Dan could feel the hesitation and he immediately remedied it with a stoke of his thumb on Phil’s cheek. “It would only be for us. But I love the way you act behind the camera and I want you to show me who that is in bed.”
One would think, in all the years of the two filming and fucking, those two things would have crossed at some point. But Dan and Phil were no stranger to leaked videos. They weren’t ever going to make that mistake again. And the best way to avoid that, would be to never let the wires cross. They had talked about this. And they had both expressed it was not worth the risk.
But now Dan was breathing in Phil’s ear like a siren and Phil wasn’t totally against it.
We don’t give a fuck anymore, remember?
Dan’s words echoed in his brain and he desperately wanted to embody the mantra. Maybe this would be the lesson in confidence he truly needed. Plus Dan really really wanted it. He glanced at the man beneath him who was palming at his erection in anticipation.
“What do you say, Phil?” Dan asked, his lips trailing along Phil’s jaw and around to his lips, hovering above them without making contact. It was intoxicating. The smell of Dan’s shallow breathing, his voice heavy with sex and his warmth radiating off the palm against his face.
Phil nodded, picking up Dan’s lips in a kiss that confirmed his hesitant interest. A leap of faith, allowing Dan to take control.
“Good boy.” Dan tilted his head up and looked down at Phil over his nose. His brown eyes searched Phil’s blue ones for any sort of discomfort before peeling himself gently off of him and leaving Phil on the bed for a moment. “Stay there. I’ll be right back.”
Phil watched as Dan crossed the room and grabbed a camera that they both previously only used for vlogs. Dan never carried it around now that their phones were perfectly capable of taking good quality footage just in case. But Dan must have premeditated this. He must have known that he would convince Phil that this was a good idea. There was something sexy about that and Phil laid back against the sheets while he waited in a daze.
Dan set up the camera on the dresser, directly across from the bed on the right. He didn’t spend a lot of time making sure the composition was perfect, but Dan didn’t do anything halfway. He made sure the lighting was good and the camera was zoomed in enough to capture everything he wanted in frame.
Once he was satisfied with the placement, he gently pressed the button on the top of the camera so the little red light turned on, and then Dan was sliding back onto the bed, right next to Phil who was feeling a little more nervous than he was before. He trusted Dan completely. He knew the video wasn’t going to go anywhere if they didn’t want it to, but he still had a hard time - because of years of conditioning - separating the filming process and Dan and Phil’s relationship.
But Dan was smiling at him with a wan look, his eyes lidded and sultry. Phil tried to remember it was just the two of them.
Dan reached out and lifted the bottom of Phil’s shirt, sliding his hand all the way up to Phil’s neck, his body naturally gravitating towards Phil as he did it. Their eyes were locked on each other’s and Phil hummed when Dan’s other hands went for his jeans.
“Phil, don’t hide yourself from them,” Dan said gently tugging at the jeans. “Let them see you.”
Phil understood the game now. Dan was playing. He wanted to pretend that their video was for the people. He wanted to give the people what they wanted. Phil knew Dan was a bit of an exhibitionist but he didn’t realize how much this would turn him on. His partner was pink in the face and his eyes looked desperate for release behind the suave act.
Phil smiled.
“I want them see you first,” Phil said, his lips trailing up Dan’s neck now, making him bend it back against the bed. His eyes fluttering as Phil’s fingers danced across Dan’s chest and down towards his navel. Phil felt the hitch in his breath when he reached the waistline of his trousers. “Show them how horny you are.”
Dan whimpered, his pelvis bucking, Phil helping him as he shed his jeans, leaving only his black briefs behind. They weren’t really leaving much for the imagination, the outline of his cock was pressing up against the seams. Phil looked up at the camera and slid his hand over Dan’s erection, making Dan jump.
Phil could feel Dan trembling, his body reacting to Phil’s soft hands gliding down and around his navel. One of Dan’s hands landed on the bedsheets and grabbed a fist full of them while he pleaded Phil with his body to give him something. Anything.
So Phil, because he believed in mercy, sprung Dan from his briefs and pulled them down his legs as his other hand started to work Dan in front of him. He leaned over and gently let a bead of spit fall from his mouth onto Dan’s shaft, quickly collecting it and using it in his palm as he stroked Dan’s cock.
“Ph-Phil,” Dan sputtered, reaching across his own chest and pulling Phil’s shirt so their faces could connect. Dan kissed up at Phil and their eyes met, Dan’s brown had muddled into a dark chestnut, the entirety of autumn shining behind them, a color that Phil couldn’t even describe. “You gotta show them…how you…how you…”
Phil smirked. He knew exactly what Dan was talking about. He knew what Dan wanted.
But Dan would have to wait.
Phil dropped Dan’s cock, it bobbed in protest against Dan’s precious tummy, and Phil slowly pulled his shirt up and over his head. He threw it to the ground and then unbuttoned his own jeans, undoing the fly and shimmying them off the side of the bed.
“God Phil.” Dan let out another whimper, his cock dancing against his stomach. It looked painfully hard and full. “Hurry up!”
Phil shook his head and leaned down to Dan’s mouth, not letting their lips touch. “I think they like watching you suffer, huh guys?” Phil looked up with only his eyes, his lips still hovering above Dan’s, as he smiled. “We should let them take it all in.”
Dan groaned in frustration, his fist grabbing at the sheets. He knew better than to touch himself though. This may have been Dan’s idea, but this was Phil’s game now.
“I want you to show them how good you are to me,” Phil commanded, his voice louder now, making sure the camera picked up the audio. He pulled himself away from Dan and onto his knees, reaching down and letting his boxers slide down his legs. Dan’s eyes widened, as if he’d never seen Phil’s cock. But Dan wasn’t acting. It was one of the many things he loved about his partner. He was always in awe of Phil’s body. He never got bored or let it go under appreciated. Dan simply ogled Phil as he stroked himself and waited. “Come on, then.”
Dan scrambled up, flipping himself over in the process so he was on all fours. He put himself face to face with Phil’s cock, dropping down on his elbows so his ass was in the air and he looked up at Phil as he gently tapped his cock against Dan’s cheeks. Just this gentle touch made the tip of Phil’s cock throb. And Dan’s eyes looked so pretty as he gazed up through his dark lashes. He wouldn’t put his mouth on Phil until Phil let him. For now, Phil wanted to take in the look of his beautiful man looking up at him and waiting for permission.
Seconds went by and Phil knew Dan was about to freak. If he waited too long, Dan might start foaming at the mouth, so he guided his cock between Dan’s pouty lips and Dan moaned with appreciation. He closed his eyes and started working Phil with his tongue. His cheeks hollowed out and he let himself breath out of his nose while he let Phil’s length hit the back of his throat. This wasn’t Dan’s first rodeo but it was a shock every time. It was like Dan wanted Phil to come right then. But Phil wouldn’t. He could restrain himself. He looked up and away from Dan’s gorgeous face so he could keep his composure.
“Fff-ffuck,” Phil let himself curse, reaching forward and tangling his hands in Dan’s hair as the sounds of Dan’s muffled moans got caught in his throat. Phil marveled at the way he took his cock so deep. It was like they were two legos, fit to each other by design.
Phil could only let this happen for another minute if he didn’t want to ruin his master plan. Dan wanted a show, so it was a show he was going to get. He gripped the back of Dan’s head by the hair in one hand, and his other hand landed on Dan’s jaw, gently pushing him back so only the tip of Phil was resting on Dan’s tongue. Dan was opening wide, his tongue lying still so Phil’s cock was on full display.
“Tell me again what you wanted them to see?” Phil asked Dan, who was panting. His tongue was still out and he almost looked like a puppy dog, chest heaving as he recovered from his task.
“Show them how you-” Phil didn’t let him finish. He shoved himself back into Dan’s mouth who took his cock back with pleasure, a look of surprise delighting his face.
“I’m sorry. They wont be able to hear you like that.” Phil held Dan’s head against himself and his cock slid all the way to the back of Dan’s throat. He took it like a champ - Phil wouldn’t have done it if he didn’t know Dan could handle it - and Phil rewarded him by removing himself from the other boy who was now trailing spit down his chin. His eyes started to water and a smile appeared on his fucked out face. “What’s next, Danny boy?”
Dan made haste, dropping himself down to the bedsheets, his cheek flat against the spread. He left his ass in the air, just as Phil predicted. This was their dance. Phil noticed that Dan looked directly at the camera as he did it.
Phil, who now had a very slimy cock, relocated to the other side of Dan. He placed himself on his knees between Dan’s legs, sliding his hands up both of his thighs. Dan’s cock bobbed from beneath him as his knees spread slightly. Phil admired the view from where he was sitting, his eyes on Dan’s ass as he gripped the flesh on his rear end.
“And you said that I had the dumptruck?” Phil giggled, leaning forward and nipping at the sensitive skin on Dan’s bottom. “Should we see if you ass will clap too?”
In any other circumstance, hearing these words coming from Phil’s lips would sound ridiculous. But in this moment, Dan whimpered and he thrusted himself forward a bit. He was begging. Phil knew his boyfriend’s body too well. His knees were about to start shaking if Phil didn’t give him what he wanted.
Phil gave the camera a shake of the head, nearly rolling his eyes at his partner before he dipped down and kissed the top of Dan’s crack. He placed his hands on Dan’s cheeks and spread them just a tad before he kissed the sensitive area around Dan’s hole. Dan cried out when Phil’s tongue touched him, his eyes shutting as his chest heaved. Phil felt his opening twitch a little under his tongue, smiling as he knew what face Dan was making without having to look.
“He’s always so desperate.” Phil said, his mouth against Dan as he did. The annunciation of the word desperate made Dan squirm. Phil tongued at him, the wet of his mouth making Dan slick enough that Phil could plunge a little inside him. “Should I get some lube, then?”
Dan let out a sob of pleasure, his face turning so he could moan into the sheets. But when Phil got up to go get the lube from his bag, he grabbed the hair on the back of Dan’s head and made him face the camera once more.
He leaned down and whispered in Dan’s ear. “Don’t hide now, Dan. I want them to see you come undone.”
Dan’s whole body shivered when the words were delivered directly into his ear. His cock started leaking pre-cum. Phil chuckled as he wandered off camera to grab the bottle they needed. When he returned, he saw Dan’s legs shaking. His body was glistening with sweat. Perhaps it was the lighting or perhaps his body just glowed, but Phil couldn’t think of anyone more beautiful. As he repositioned himself behind Dan, he had to stop himself from suddenly wishing that the world could see this video.
“Phi-Phiiiil!” Dan begged, his voice sounded like releasing air from a balloon. Phil was going slowly on purpose. Dan hated that. “Pleeease Phil.”
Phil relished in the sounds of Dan begging, popping the cap to the bottle he had just retrieved and drizzling a bit on Dan. He rubbed his finger against Dan’s hole to rub it in and this elicited a moan from Dan that made Phil dizzy. He reached down to his own cock and stroked it with some of the leftover lube and let himself moan at the sight of Dan so open and ready for him.
But he wasn’t ready just yet. Phil let his finger dance at Dan’s entrance, teasing his partner before letting it plunge. He knew the first finger was always the easiest, and he made sure not to rush the process. The last thing he wanted was to hurt Dan - even though sometimes Dan kinda liked it. He let his finger explore, even though he knew exactly where to press to make Dan see stars. When Dan was ready for a second finger, he carefully slid one in, Dan’s hum of approval made Phil lean down and kiss a freckle on Dan’s beautiful cheek. He let the two fingers massage Dan open, which was easy to do because Dan was so relaxed and ready. So Phil completed the prep with the last finger which Dan took with a moan and a buck. Phil rewarded him by grazing that bundle of nerves ever so slightly, just so he could watch Dan flush red hot.
But now it was Phil who was growing impatient. He poured a bit more lube on himself and then chucked the bottle to the ground. Dan, now empty, was wiggling his butt and trying to get closer to Phil who was now tapping his lathered cock against Dan’s crack.
“Dan?” Phil asked, looking down at his delicious boyfriend.
“Hm?” Dan writhed.
“Why don’t you tell them what it is you want me to do to you now?” Phil said, his voice not stuttering once.
Dan cried out, his frustration now visible. Phil’s cock was resting gently against Dan’s puckered hole.
“Phiiiiil pleeease! For God’s sake!” Dan whined, his fingers twisting in the white sheets below him. “Stop teasing me.”
Phil shook his head and reached his palm out to rest on Dan’s lower back. Then he pushed, and Dan fell like the London bridge. Phil watched as he rutted against the comforter with a cry before Phil slid himself up Dan’s body and lowered himself gently above.
“You wanna try that again?” Phil asked, his voice soft in Dan’s ear but his message loud and clear. “Go on, Danny Boy. Tell them what you want me to do to you.”
“I want him to fuck me,” Dan said, his voice trembling with pleasure.
“Hmm. I heard you.” Phil bit Dan’s neck. “But they didn’t.”
Dan closed his eyes. “I want Phil to fuck me!” His voice carried, coming out like a welp.
“Now who’s the good boy?” Phil asked, which was the nail in the coffin for Dan. He squirmed under Phil and Phil could tell that if he didn’t do something, Dan was going to flip the script and Phil wouldn’t be the one in control anymore. So he gave in to both of their urges and he lined himself up and he slid into Dan in one fluid motion.
You would have thought that Dan had seen the divine. He moaned so loud Phil worried for a moment that the hotel would call to shut them up. But it didn’t matter because the second he started to thrust into Dan, he saw white. He held himself up with his forearms and he did what came naturally to him. Dan lifted himself just so, and Phil’s cock hit Dan’s prostate causing the boy beneath him to shutter as Phil slammed into him. Dan’s wet, tight, heat felt so good on Phil’s cock. Phil was getting close.
But then he looked at the camera, and Phil smiled, slowing his thrusts to a stop. Dan screamed in protest. But Phil removed himself from Dan, leaving Dan sobbing into the bedsheets as he got off the bed. Dan didn’t even look. He couldn’t even move he was so hot and bothered. Phil grabbed the camera and then went back over to the bed, using his other hand to flip Dan on his back. Dan cooperated, looking helplessly bothered.
Phil saw Dan’s red face, his eyes dripping tears of pleasure and his leaking cock against his tummy and he nearly melted. His boyfriend was so fucking sexy. He focused the camera on Dan’s blissed face, his body writhing for more so he could finish. So Phil lined himself up, this time Dan was on his back, and started fucking him again. He filmed his boyfriend beneath him as he rammed himself into Dan’s tight hole over and over again.
This must have been enough to send Dan over the edge because after only a few moments, Dan came completely undone.
“Ph-Ph-Phil I’m g-gonna-” he stuttered, not making it through the thought before he spilled white hot streaks over his chest and tummy. Phil could feel him come from the inside and the tightening of Dan’s walls made Phil’s cock throb. He didn’t stop thrusting though. He was close too. And watching Dan come on himself made the pleasure knot in Phil’s stomach tighten and he pulled himself from inside Dan just in time, and then came in ripples on top of Dan’s own sticky mess with a hiss. He stroked himself through it, and watched as Dan’s body came down from the high while he admired the flushed color of Dan’s beautiful skin.
Then he remembered he was holding a camera. He zoomed in on Dan’s slightly agape mouth and then panned it down to Dan’s spent cock laying against his belly button. Phil smiled and didn’t bother zooming back out before turning the camera off. He wanted the next moment to be just for them - fake audience or no.
“Daniel?” Phil said, gently laying down next to Dan’s dewey body.
“Mm?” Dan answered, his eyes fluttering open and landing on Phil’s.
“I think that may have been the most fun I’ve ever had.” Phil stuck his tongue between his teeth in a smile. Dan shook his head and shoved him playfully.
“Shut up, you spoon.” His chest was still heaving. “Plus, way to steal the show bro. I thought you admired my confidence. Now people are gonna think you’re the confident one.”
“Oh, so are we uploading this to X with the caption #tits out for #tit?” Phil teased, knowing that Dan was probably not totally out of his roleplay headspace. It always took a moment to come out of the clouds with him. “What people? Cuz I thought that was just for us?”
Dan blushed but he had no words.
“I’ll get you a towel.” Phil stood up and grabbed a warm cloth, coming back and wiping off Dan’s chest. Dan hummed at the contact.
Phil reached into his overnight bag and put on a shirt, but when he turned around, Dan was lying on his stomach, camera in hand, watching the footage back.
Phil walked over and snuggled up beside Dan, leaning his head on his shoulder.
“Don’t lie to me, Phil,” Dan said, his voice raw with a post-sex rasp. “Theres a part of you that wants this video to go out.”
Phil thought about it for a second. Dan was right. He had discovered something new tonight. But he wasn’t sure it was what Dan thought.
“Maybe…” Phil admitted, watching the footage of himself teasing Dan. Dan was so beautiful. He was so confident. He was so perfect. He couldn’t care less about himself and who he was on camera, but for Dan to be anything aside from himself would be a crime. “But our fans aren’t ready for this version of Dan and Phil.” This version of Dan, was his for now. He wasn’t ready to share that just yet. “Remember that before you post a nipple selfie on X.”
Dan scrunched up his face, watching himself get stroked in the tiny camera screen. “Yeeeeah. You might be right about that.”
“Let’s put this in the vault.” Phil reached forward and grabbed the camera, turning it off and reaching up to caress Dan’s face. His cheeks were still pink and his lips were in a permanent pout. “I love you, Dan Howell.”
Dan sighed and his eyes shut as Phil stroked his cheekbone. “I love you too.”
There was a moment of silence before Dan said;
"By in the vault do you mean that one day we can-"
"Shhhhh." Phil covered Dan's mouth. "Ask me in another 15 years."