Idk what the title is either oof sorry hfdshkfd ANYWAYS here’s my first fic! I hope you guys enjoy! Also I felt like including a word count so here’s that: 946

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Since they had gotten back from tour, Dan had been going through a crisis. As exhausting and sometimes overwhelming being on a world tour could be, Dan had been thankful to have a purpose almost every day for months straight. There was no need for existential crises, therefore there was no need to lay down on the floor and contemplate life choices and purposes. However, upon getting home, he had all the time in the world for such activities.

Phil could tell he was having a rough time. He once left in the morning to go out all day, carefully stepping over his boyfriend in the hall, and came back hours later to find out he hadn’t even bothered to move. Needless to say, Phil was worried, and despite knowing he couldn’t do much to help his boyfriends wandering mind, he wanted to at least try.

He walked into their bedroom, very dimly lit by the light from the window, to find Dan, lying down face first on the bed.

“Hey… how’re you feeling?” Phil said, climbing up and sitting next to his boyfriend, leaning over to kiss the disheveled, curly mess atop his head.

“Mmmh” Dan responded, if you could call it a response, as he felt Phil start to comb his fingers through his hair. “My back hurts. I forgot how un-ergonomic it is to lie on the floor for hours on end.” he said with a flat chuckle.

“Here-” Phil straddled him, placing his hands on Dan’s back, “Let me give you a massage.”

“Mkay,” Dan said while getting comfortable, moving his arms under his head.

Phil started over Dan’s shirt, running his fingers over the expanse of his back, squeezing his shoulders, and trying his best to work out the knots without hurting Dan too much. Dan was enjoying it thoroughly, the feeling of Phil’s fingers suddenly amplified when they ventured under his shirt. He felt it being pushed all the way up before Phil resumed the massage.

Everything was fine until Phil’s touches grew lighter and lighter, and when Phil had grazed his fingers a bit too close to his side, Dan flinched. Phil noticed this, and repeated the motion, however this time Dan suppressed his reaction completely.

Phil smirked to himself. He had figured out over the years that 1. Dan was incredibly ticklish, 2. Dan liked to be tickled, and 3. Dan was very very embarrassed because of the previous 2 facts, so much so that he tried to keep them a secret.

Phil, curious to see how much Dan could handle, started dragging his fingers over the expanse of Dans back, even fluttering his fingers over the back of his ribs, his shoulder blades, and a very sensitive spot on his lower back. He was amused at the reactions he was getting. He could see Dan starting to struggle, just barely twitching every time Phil found a bad spot, fighting to keep a smile off his face, and suppressing whimpers and giggles. Phil finally decided to stop teasing and just go for it. He quickly dragged four of his fingers down Dans bare sides.

Dan, unaware of Phils plan, still thought the whole time that Phil was trying to massage him, and wasn’t expecting the attack on his sides. His entire body jolted, and he quickly brought his arms down, finally starting to laugh.

“hAHAH PHIHIL NOHOHO- HAHAHA” Dans protests were cut off by laughter when Phil returned to a spot on the back of his ribs that was extremely sensitive, quickly scratching his blunt nails over it

“Thank goodness! I thought you weren’t ticklish anymore!” Phil teased as Dan blushed and thrashed under him.

Phil was spidering his fingers all over Dan’s back when Dan flipped himself over, which he immediately regretted. In his struggles, he managed to get his shirt rucked up on his front side as well, leaving his stomach and ribs completely exposed.

Phil’s hands immediately dove to his ribs, his fingers shaking between the bones, causing Dan to arch off the bed, his arms trapping Phil’s hands on his ribs. Dan’s hyena laugh bounced off the bedroom walls, and Phil noted that he wasn’t telling him to stop, which encouraged him to keep going. Phil noticed his arched back and by extension, his tummy, which Dan was unknowingly shoving into Phil’s face.

“Jeez Dan, if you wanted me to get your tummy so badly you could have just asked.” Phil teased, pulling his hands away from Dan’s ribs and wiggling them above his tummy, giving him a breather.

“Hahah… Phihil… Nooo...“ Dan tiredly said, hardly having the energy to get any words out as he watched Phil’s teasing fingers.

“Oh come on Dan, I know you want it.” Phil said, amused as Dan blushed even harder than before.

Phil shaped his hands into claws before descending on Dan’s tummy and vibrating into the pudgy flesh. Dan squealed for about two seconds before silent laughter overtook him. Phil took this as a sign to stop unless he wanted Dan to pass out. He continued for just a few more moments, then stopped and adjusted Dan’s shirt, and laid down next to him, pulling Dan into his chest. He was still quivering from the phantom tickles all over his body.

“Heehee… you’re the actual worst person in the world Phil” Dan said in a hoarse voice.

“Mhm,” Phil said, reaching down and placing a kiss on Dan’s rosy patch. “I love you too.”

He knew this wasn’t some permanent solution to Dan’s existential problems, but when he looked down at his boyfriend, peacefully sleeping in his arms, he knew everything was going to be okay.

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