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Phil winced as he rolled over to the sound of several loud pings from his phone.
Whoever was contacting him at this ungodly hour had the decency to not call, at least.
He had already been stirring, giving up on sleep when the blue morning light began to paint the walls. Rest didn't come easy these days, with the chaos of tour planning and preparations, but they certainly tried.
Touring brought being in uncomfortably close proximity to both each other and other people for weeks at a time, and having a bed to themselves for just a little while longer was not something to take for granted. It was easy to give each other a chaste kiss in the hallway and retreat to separate rooms after a long day spent filming, practicing, and simply existing together.
Phil knew that they both appreciated their own space sometimes, but on mornings like this, the bed felt too empty without Dan beside him.
He picked up his glasses to slide onto his face, crooked but good enough to read the screen in front of him.
Marianne: Good morning Phil!
Marianne: Sorry to wake you. Set designer can still swing by the studio in about an hour, will you two be able to make it?
Marianne: No worries if not, I can tell them to come back later
They had stayed up late last night filming a gaming video, and Phil could tell Dan was utterly knackered by the end of the day. He would never complain, but they had enough on their plates as it was and it felt cruel to go and wake him up to get ready right now.
Phil: Filmed late, don't think we'll be ready that soon
Phil: Sorry, be there at the usual time?
Marianne liked the message, and Phil sighed as he locked his phone and tossed it to the side. He was notoriously bad at saying no to things— at setting boundaries, but bless Marianne for being one of the only people that just got them.
Phil was grateful for the extra time he'd bought them this morning, but he was far too awake now to try and go back to sleep. Before he could think about it too much, he was sliding out of bed, clad in just his pyjama bottoms. At this point, he figured Dan wouldn't mind if he slid into his bed for a cuddle.
Phil wandered down the hallway before he pushed open the door to Dan's room, quietly.
He shuffled over to the bed. Dan had forgotten to draw the curtains fully last night, so the room was washed with a pinky-golden hue now as he reached out to gently touch a curl that had settled on his forehead.
Dan looked so— young when he slept like this. In the cloud of unconsciousness, free from the worry of responsibilities for a short while, freckles dusting the expanse of his skin as breaths spilled out of his pillowy lips.
Phil sat on the edge of the bed, gingerly, ghosting his hand along the edge of Dan's cheek and just— looked. It was not so often that he could get lost in admiring Dan like this, without his cheeks turning pink and turning away from Phil's eyes bashfully.
Dan shifted, the thin cover pulled down further by his movements, and Phil was certainly admiring him now. Because Dan had fucking abs now, for some reason.
Phil decided he was equally blessed and cursed by the universe. Because for one, his boyfriend was cute and soft but also hot, with his strong arms and quick wit, and it made it even more challenging to keep their hands— and eyes off of each other during joint sessions with their personal trainer.
It wasn't uncommon for them to stumble into their apartment after one of their recent boxing sessions, sweaty but instantly all over each other, Phil chastising Dan for staring at him like a piece of meat while Dan responded with a couldn't help it and moan in the same breath as they took their energy out on each other.
Phil wanted to take a picture. He wanted this moment, Dan gorgeous and bathed in the morning light for him. He didn't have his phone, but— he had a better idea.
He crossed the room until he reached Dan's wardrobe, opening one of the doors carefully and going straight for the "random" drawer, that Dan simply chucked things into, where he knew it would be. The polaroid camera, which a friend had gifted to them, and they had become quite fond of.
The photos were often casual or sweet— of each other at home, with friends, their plants, selfies for merch and giveaways. But the security of analog photos granted them comfort to take the types of photos that were intimate, just for them— kisses on the cheek, lying in bed together, shirtless in the mirror, Phil giggling as he made Dan pose proudly with the nails he'd painted.
He walked back over to the bed and kneeled on the edge, hovering above Dan and peering into the lens so he could get a good angle. The light was brighter now, Dan had somehow kicked the covers down further so his body only clad in his black boxers was fully sprawled out against the white sheets, and to Phil, he looked like art.
Phil pressed the button and a click and a flash went off, but Dan remained unmoving. He wanted to see it but figured it could wait until after, leaning over to place the camera and photo face-down on the bedside table before finally lying himself down on the bed beside Dan, propped up on one arm.
Phil leaned down and pressed soft little kisses to Dan's shoulder, watching as he began to twitch and regain consciousness. He dragged his jaw along Dan's collarbones, resting his head on his arm as he traced little patterns into Dan's chest.
He felt Dan's breath catch in his chest a little as he opened his eyes, blinking in confusion before he saw Phil's face and visibly relaxed, leaning back to rest on the pillow.
"What time is it?" Dan yawned adorably, stretching his arms and crossing them above his head. "Don't we have that meeting to get to?"
"Nope. Cancelled it." Phil rested his chin in his hand, smiling up at Dan from his chest.
"Whaddya mean?" Dan mumbled, frowning.
"They said we could do it later, so I pushed it until later. You need to rest, too Dan." Phil said sweetly, matter-of-factly as he trailed his fingers over Dan's ribs.
Dan let Phil's words sink in, closing his eyes to let them wash over him. It was such a small thing, a simple thing, but it still made his heart squeeze sometimes just how taken care of he felt by Phil.
It had been this way since the beginning, but the nature of their careers made it so that everything felt so big and overwhelming sometimes. It always felt like someone was waiting on them, something was being demanded of them, and being there to ground each other and carry the weight sometimes made things feel a whole lot easier.
"C'mere." Dan whispered, hooking his hands around Phil's shoulders so they were enveloped in a strange almost-hug. The press of mostly naked skin-on-skin was warm and comforting as Dan tilted up and slid their lips together.
Dan kicked the covers away and spread his legs as Phil slotted between his legs fully, pressing sloppy kisses to his lips. Dan opened his mouth wider and Phil swallowed the moan that spilled from Dan's throat as he licked into his mouth and ground their clothed crotches together.
"Wh-what's got you all worked up?" Dan panted against Phil's lips breathlessly as Phil nipped at them greedily and shifted to press slow kisses down Dan's jawline.
Phil paused at Dan's nipple, darting out his tongue to lick at the pebbled skin and suck lightly. Dan gasped, arching into the touch, as Phil mouthed his way down Dan's torso, taking his sweet time exploring the smooth, freckled skin until he reached his abs and looked up at Dan through his eyelashes and replied simply, "You."
"Oh." Dan raked a hand through Phil's quiff, smirking as he tugged lightly at the ends. This wasn't the first time this had come up— Dan knew he wasn't jacked or anything like that, but regularly eating healthy and exercising for tour had toned him up in a way that was new for both of them, and the subtle extra muscle on Dan was doing it for Phil as much as the quiff still had Dan practically swooning.
"Oh," Phil mocked as he pulled Dan's hand out of his hair, letting his arm flop back limply on the mattress. Dan was all freckles and flushed pink skin, responsive and lovely and warm and pliant and his, and Phil had admired him enough— he wanted to see him wrecked.
Phil rocked his hips against Dan's hipbone just to hear a shuddered, needy breath escape his lips. "Sleep well?" He asked, casually, like he wasn't leaning in to nip at the skin of Dan's collarbone again.
"No marks," Dan reminded him, squeezing Phil's hip. "Why, were you watching me or something?" He turned his head to the side as Phil teasingly slid a finger under the waistband of his boxers.
"And what if I was?" Phil quipped back, breathing hot into Dan's ear before tugging the silver hoop with his teeth. "You look beautiful. I'm allowed."
"You're allowed," Dan agreed, dizzy with need now as Phil showered him with his full attention, turning his head to capture Phil's lips in a desperate kiss.
Phil let Dan kiss him and grab at his skin too hard until he was breaking away and dipping his head down to Dan's neck again, unable to mark his skin in the way he usually liked to.
“Phil- Phil, please.” Dan whined, writing under Phil.
“Please what, baby?” Phil cooed, hands sliding over Dan’s stomach, continuing to lick and kiss at the most sensitive spots on Dan’s neck.
“I- fuck, anything.” He let out a breathy moan as Phil sucked beneath his ear. “Want your cock, let me taste you. Please.”
Phil’s eyes shot up to meet Dan’s, and the intensity of his gaze made Dan shudder and preen at the same time. He nodded slowly. “Like this okay? On your back?”
Dan nodded furiously, pathetically, watching as Phil moved back to slide his boxers down past his cock, hard and pink and wet.
Dan’s mouth practically watered at the sight of Phil, broad-shouldered and towering over him as he scooted up his torso, placing a knee on either side of his neck, his cock hanging heavy between his legs and dangerously close to Dan’s lips.
Dan sat up slightly, straining to reach out his tongue and lap at the slit. Phil moaned out before pushing at Dan’s shoulder, pressing him into the mattress. “Patience.” He grunted.
Dan stared up in challenge, mouth open and tongue hanging out obscenely before Phil gave himself a few strokes and fed his cock into Dan’s waiting mouth, slowly.
Dan’s eyes fluttered shut, moaning around the shape as his mouth was stuffed with Phil’s cock. He flattened his tongue to trace along the underside, swirling his tongue around the tip before sinking his mouth down again and bobbing slightly.
Phil’s breath spilled out in pants and deep grunts above him, the image of pure sex as his thighs clenched and his hips began to pump his cock in and out of Dan’s mouth at a shallow pace, precome and spit mixing to make filthy wet sounds.
“Dan, fuck-” Phil grunted out, his voice so deep it didn’t sound like his own anymore, and he had to tug harshly on a fistful of Dan’s poofy curls to get him to open his glazed-over eyes, as Phil slid his cock out of his mouth and shuffled back to straddle Dan’s hips. Dan raked his eyes over the sight in front of him- one of Phil’s hands in his hair to hold his quiff up, the other pumping furiously over his cock as he chased his release, the muscles in his long neck tensed and shifting with every movement.
Dan reached up when Phil squeezed his eyes shut, thumbing over the tip and Phil groaned loudly at the overwhelming sensation as his muscles tightened. He came in long spurts all over Dan’s stomach, continuing to pump himself slowly until he felt the blood rushing back to his head.
He opened his eyes to find Dan staring at him with a lazy smirk, the picture of his wet dreams, loose curls in disarray and the defined muscles in his torso glistening with milky white.
“Good morning.” He giggled, almost looking shy as he made grabby hands, and Phil was so, so in love.
Phil returned the goofy smile, intertwining his fingers with Dan’s and leaning down to capture his lips in a slow, sweet kiss.
They separated with a wet smack, and Phil kissed the tip of Dan’s nose again before whispering: “Thank you.”
Dan huffed out a laugh, reaching up to straighten Phil’s quiff again. “Mm. You’ll only get one from me once you get me back in the shower.”
“Gladly.” Phil agreed, pressing another kiss to Dan’s lips before sitting back to admire the view again as Dan began to shift.
“Wait! Don’t move.” He pressed down on Dan’s shoulder, leaning over to the side table and hooking his finger around the corded handle of the camera.
“Fucking ow.” Dan whined, resting his hands on Phil’s thighs when he came back into view and frowned when he saw what was in Phil’s hands. “Where the hell did that come from?”
“Don’t worry about it,” Phil mumbled, tracing a finger lightly through the wetness on Dan’s stomach, trailing it up his chest and neck before meeting his lips.
Phil met Dan’s eyes before raising the camera to cover his face. “Pose for me?”
Dan nodded slowly, wrapping his hand around Phil’s wrist. Phil pushed his fingers, coated in his release into his mouth, and Dan hollowed out his cheeks as he swirled his tongue around, tasting it again. His eyes flicked up to meet the camera’s lens just as Phil clicked the button and a bright flash went off.
The air hung thick and heavy between them, the only sound being the camera’s clicks and whirs as the picture slowly slid out, a blur of mostly white for the time being.
Dan slowly slid Phil’s fingers out of the suction of his lips with a wet pop. “Dirty bastard.” He muttered, punctuating the words with a kiss to Phil’s fingertips.
Phil let out a deep laugh, swinging his leg over Dan so he could crawl off the bed. “You love it.” He flicked his head before setting the camera and polaroid down on the bedside table, next to the first one he took, before setting off to the bathroom.
Dan stretched his limbs out, the warmth of the early spring day beginning to blossom and fully shine through the curtains now. The now-drying come on his stomach was beginning to get uncomfortable— he was still half-hard, he definitely needed a shower, but being woken up for sex by Phil would never cease to be one of his favourite things, and it wouldn’t take long to get heated up again under the water.
He swung his legs over the bed to sit up and leaned curiously over the bedside table. The photo was fully developed now, and even Dan could admit it looked like pure pornography. This wasn’t their first time taking sexy photos of each other, but it was unplanned and spontaneous, which made it hotter, he thought.
There was another photo beside the first one, but it was turned over. Dan lifted it to see another photo of what he recognized as himself sprawled out in the bed he still sat on, but it cut off at the neck so all you could see was his torso, lightly defined abs enhanced by the soft morning light, and long, lean legs clad in his black Calvins.
“Phil, you absolute fucking perv!”
Phil snorted to himself, turning on the shower to warm up the water.