Motherfluffing Phanfic

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But not just any man. No, this man was beautiful. More than beautiful. He was gorgeous. Jet black hair covered part of his face in a perfectly formed fringe. His eyes were a flawless mix of electric blue and emerald, with just a tint of light amber. Guarding his perfect eyes were a pair of black glasses, what you would usually call “nerd” glasses. He was wearing a pair of tight-fitting black skinny jeans with a graphic Buffy shirt on top. Dan thought he was lovely. But Dan wasn’t really supposed to.

He was straight- or at least told he was supposed to be. He had missed countless opportunities for romance because was constantly convinced that he had to like girls. While this message wasn’t strongly enforced by anyone in particular, it sure did get in his head. Anytime he saw a cute guy, he punished himself for even having romantic thoughts about him. And this time was no different.

However, before he could even criticize himself, the customer snapped him back to reality.

“Excuse me.”

“Wha- oh sorry.” Dan stuttered, taking the bitchy customer’s money. Getting the change out of the register, he stared back out of the window, searching for the handsome man, but he was nowhere to be found.

-

“Hey, Howell! Could you hang those up on the front rack?” Pj called at Dan, who was currently holding a pile of navy blue knit sweaters. Dan groaned and trudged to the front of the boutique.

He never had liked his job. He was constantly telling himself it was “just for now” and that he would find something better soon. He had been telling himself that for two years now. Two years of nothing. Two years of fantasizing of a better life. A life with a spouse (or at least some romance), a family, a better career- the list went on and on. But for now, at least, he was stuck in this smelly, stuffy clothes shop with a rug from the 80s.

The shop itself wasn’t outdated (the exception being the rug) or ugly, really. However, that store was hell. It engulfed you in flames and trapped you against the wall. There was no escape. The minute you walked in you were dead.

Or at least that’s how Dan saw it.

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Being his clumsy self, Dan dropped some of the sweaters on the shiny hardwood floor near the drafty shop window. While bending down, he saw an incredible sight.

The man.

Dressed in the same outfit he was wearing the day before, only a red and black flannel shirt this time, the black-haired boy made his way down the street. His head was facing straight forward, ignoring anything in his peripheral vision. Ignoring the shop window. Ignoring Dan.

Dan left the sweaters on the cold floor and dropped to his knees. He crawled forward, almost pressing his nose to the glass, looking up in awe of the man. He suddenly was snapped out of his trance by a distant voice.

“Got a crush, eh?” Pj snorted, picking up the remainder of the sweaters.

Dan’s eyes grew wide. He felt a slight drip of sweat falling down the back of his neck. With a shaky hand, he scratched it away.

“And what makes you say that?” he challenged.

Pj didn’t need any words. All he did was give a slight nod to Dan’s lower half. Immediately, Dan eyes flew down to look at what he thought was going to be a major erection. There was nothing there, as he expected.

Pj let out a loud chuckle, joking at how nervous Dan got.

“Don’t get so scared, I was only joking,” Pj laughed, pulling a step ladder out from behind a rack of yellow off-the-shoulder tops. “Besides, I’m not judging you,”

Dan felt a wipe of relief fall over him.

“She was cute.”

She.

Dan’s immediate instinct was telling him to correct Pj’s mistake, but he quickly shot down the foolish idea. He could keep it hidden. Nobody had to know about his fantasies of the window man.

“Though I didn’t know you leaned that way…”

The nervousness returned.

“What? What do you mean?” Dan repositioned his curly fringe, sweat starting to drip down his warm face.

“God, Dan I’m saying I didn’t know you were straight.”

Instead of throwing a fit, Dan just closed his eyes and imagined the window man again. Returning to a calm state of peace, he opened his mouth to speak, a slight smile wiping across his face.

“I’m not.”

And he walked away, letting go of his fears, his worries, and his facade of heterosexuality. He now carried a certain wonder about him. Wonder of when he could see the window man again. And when he could talk to him.

“Uh- you’re sure you don’t have anything with two beds?” Phil nervously stuttered.

“I’ll check again, sir, but it’s not looking good,” the clerk lazily responded, clicking some keys on her computer. The suspense nearly killed Phil, who was leaning forward on the counter, frozen and silent.  “The soonest a room with two beds will be available is three days.” Seeing Phil’s disappointed face, she added, “The king room subtracts $50 off of your original room rate, if that helps.”

Phil stared back at Dan with a questioning look. They would have to consult on it.

“Give us just one minute,” he implored. Turning around, he took Dan’s arm and pulled him away from the desk. “So?” It was all on him now.

Did he want to share a bed with his best friend, Philip Lester?

Dan didn’t even have to think about it. The answer was yes. It always had been.

-

From the minute Dan met Phil, he was in love. His baby blue and jade green eyes pulled him in, and his quirky and caring personality kept him there. Their personality collided in the best of ways, making them perfect friends. But Dan didn’t just want to be friends. He wanted more. Much, much more.

Usually, Dan would’ve came out with his feelings way sooner. The difference with this situation was that it was Phil. His best friend. His only friend. What would he do if he turned him down? He couldn’t run the risk of losing such an amazing friendship. Not even for love.

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Dan had to think carefully about his response. He was definitely going to say he was fine with sleeping in the same bed, but he had to be strategic about how he said it. If he sounded too eager, it could blow his cover, and that was the last thing Dan wanted to happen.

After a few seconds, Dan nervously replied with his well-thought-out response.

“I’m fine with it if you’re fine with it.”

Phil stared at Dan for a second, saying nothing. Words weren’t needed to see that Phil was thinking. What about, Dan had no idea.

With a quick nod and pat on the shoulder, Phil walked back up to the desk.

“We’ll take it.”

Dan’s heart skipped a beat as he silently cheered. He was finally getting closer to his crush. And he didn’t even plan it.

-

“305, 303… 301! There it is.” Phil stuck the card into the door and slowly pushed it open. “Well, they didn’t lie. One bed,” he giggled, swiping his fringe out of his face.

Dan didn’t know what Phil meant by that statement. Was he happy about it too? No, that couldn’t possibly be the case. Phil wasn’t the type to hide his feelings and be cryptic like that. At least that’s what Dan thought.

“Yeah. Looks comfy, though,” Dan added, plopping himself down on the king-sized bed.

“We’ll find out for sure later. We’d better get going now, if we want to see anything.”

“Alright.” Dan closed the tall, wooden door to their room and walked down the hall, following Phil. They were heading off on an adventure. Although Dan knew that the real adventure would occur once they returned to the hotel room.

-

“That crazy golf was… intense,” Phil yawned, stepping out of the lift, Dan following.

“Yeah, what the fuck were you thinking with that?”

“Well I-”

“If you hit it towards the street, it’s gonna go in the fucking street,” Dan joked as Phil unlocked the door to their room.

“I don’t know.” Phil laughed until he was greeted by the bed. Silence. They both knew what was coming next. It was time.

Dan broke the silence by stuttering a question.

“So what side do you want?”

No answer.

“I mean I can take the left side if you want, it looks kinda-”

“Dan,” Phil snorted, reaching an arm out and placing a hand on his shoulder. “Calm down. It’s not that big of a deal.” He gave a wide smile, letting Dan know that everything was okay.

Dan wasn’t having it.

With a quick slam of his hand on a nearby table, Dan stormed into the spacious bathroom of the hotel. Phil speedily chased after him.

“Dan-” Phil stuttered, making all kinds of noises while clearly struggling to find the right words to say. “You really don’t need to worry- especially if you’re nervous for the reason I think you are…”

Dan’s eyes grew wide as he looked up into the mirror, seeing a concerned Phil standing behind him.

“I kinda like you- man I feel like some stupid middle-schooler right now…” he stammered, fiddling with a hangnail he recently located on his thumb. Without another second, Dan turned around and stared at Phil’s deep blue-green eyes. A wide smile grew across the boy’s face, followed by a loud laugh.

Relief wept over Dan, filling his mind with so many joyous thoughts. His arms wrapped around Phil’s tall frame.

“Me too.”

-

“That’s why you were making a big deal of it,” said a shirtless Phil, climbing into bed. “I should’ve known.”

Dan shut off his phone and placed it on his nightstand.

“Ready?” he asked. With a nod from Phil, he pushed the switch, turning off the room lights.

“Phil?”

“Yeah?”

“How long did you like me?”

“Dan,” Phil started, pressing a finger to Dan’s smooth nose. “from the minute I met you I knew I was going to fall for you.”

“It was just a matter of when,” he whispered, taking his finger off Dan’s nose and putting an arm over his torso.

It was just a matter of when, huh? Dan thought.

Just a matter of when. Then it could’ve been anytime at all.

But it was tonight.

It had to be tonight.

It could’ve been anytime at all, but it had to be when they were thousands of miles from home. It had to be on accident.

That was what made it perfect.

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