#drunk dan

dan

“One, two, three, four, five, six, seven...” 

Phil laughed. He was laying down on his bed when Dan walked in and climbed on top of him. That had been fifteen minutes ago, and since then, Dan had been poking Phil’s face, trying to count every freckle. 

“Dan, what are you doing now?” 

“I’m still counting your freckles,” he slurred, “so just shut up and let me focus.”

“Okay.” Phil smiled. Dan had been drinking, which made his behavior humorous to Phil. 

“Ten... Wait. That doesn’t sound right.” Dan laughed, snorting a bit when he did so. “I’ll restart. One, two, three...” 

Dan made it up to twenty-five freckles, but then he stopped counting. He stared at Phil’s face for a while. 

“Dan?” 

Dan shushed Phil, softly and inaccurately pressing his finger to the other boy’s mouth. “You’re cute.” 

An amused smile played on Phil’s lips. Dan loved that little smirk. He refocused on the freckles, but quickly decided to give up. He fell to the side of Phil, tangling their legs together and pulling himself closer to the heat of Phil’s body. 

“You’re so cuddly when you’re drunk.” Phil pointed out, but Dan didn’t hear him. He was mesmerized by the boy next to him. Even in his inebriated state, he felt a warmth in his gut, a happiness for the one next to him. The one who always kept him on track. The one who made sure he didn’t die in his everyday life - a constant threat for both of the clumsy, irresponsible boys. 

Dan smiled and closed his eyes. Phil kissed Dan’s cheek, causing him to open his eyes again. He studied Phil’s face. “You have a lot of freckles.” 

Dan decided it would be a great idea to count them. He climbed on top of Phil again, though he didn’t really remember that he’d just been in this position. He leaned in close and looked at Phil, eyeing every little, discolored dot on his face. 

Phil smelled the alcohol on Dan’s breath. And whether the alcohol just caused him to fall forward or if he purposely leaned, Dan decided to kiss Phil. 

The kiss was sloppy, so Phil nudged Dan off of him. 

“Go to sleep, Dan. You’ll need it if you want to wake up tomorrow at all.” Phil smiled. Dan got under the covers and closed his eyes. Phil joined him. He pulled Dan close and wrapped his arms around him, taking a deep breath and smiling slightly. 

“I love you.” Dan mumbled softly.