do you want the house tour?

by phovaries (lasagnaboxlesbian)

Summary:

It's the first time Dan has ever been inside of Phil's house, and Phil makes sure to be a good host.

Notes:

fic title from house tour by sabrina carpenter !!

"I actually can't believe you don't lock your door," Dan said, looking around them as if afraid they might be mistaken for robbers.

Phil opened the door, twisting around to tilt his head in confusion at Dan. "Oh, um." He shrugged, "I dunno. Never thought about it."

Dan looked to his feet, pulling his backpack further up his shoulder. "Oh. Cool."

There had been a few moments like that today. Where conversation would stutter and Dan would analyze the last minute in his head to figure out where it went wrong while desperately trying to not let it show on his face.

He knew what it looked liked when it would happen. He'd go quiet, look at his feet or a wall or on his phone. Wherever he could go to find a refuge from dealing with that horrible sinking feeling. At least until he was alone.

Phil turned around to walk through the door, waiting for Dan to follow suit.

The two of them kick their shoes off at the entryway, the house eerily silent.

Phil flipped on the light switch, washing the open foyer in a swath of light. He smiled at Dan and held out his hand.

Dan, who had already been incredibly anxious to meet his idol, already lost in thoughts of whether his comment about not locking had been too rude or over familiar, followed his instinct.

He slapped his palm overtop of Phil's, the warmth of it intermingling with his own.

It struck him again. Every brush of fingertips, every time their eyes met, even for a millisecond, sent a shock through him.

That Phil was real. Flesh and blood and in front of him looking even more ethereal than through the grainy screen of his laptop.

Touch was a terrible blessing, burning trails up his skin until the heat hung heavily on his face.

They'd already kissed today. Dan having found the nook between their banter, alone and enjoying the view from the Manchester eye. It had been incredibly chaste, all things considered. Dan knew they'd done and talked about a lot more over Skype, but there was something different about being here. Of holding desire so close to his heart and finally finding a place to make its home.

He squeezed Phil's hand, the warmth spilling into his bones.

Phil gently squeezed it back and giggled, "Actually, I was going to ask if you wanted me to carry your bag. I feel bad you've had it on you the whole day."

Dan blanched, his back ramrod straight. The warmth ate away at him even as he swiped his hand away, embarrassment bright on his skin.

"Oh, I- um. Yeah. Yes." Dan passed his backpack bag over to Phil, but just when he went to tuck his arms around his chest, Phil put out his palm again.

Dan's shoulders relaxed as he tentatively interlocking their hands, letting himself be dragged up Phil's steps.

He ignored the thoughts that sprung up after reminding himself they'd be in an empty house for the next few days. Instead, absorbing the scenery he'd only seen in glimpses from the background of Phil's vlogs.

"Your house kind of looks like the hotel from The Shining," Dan said as they reached the first landing of the stairs. The staircase split in two directions, all dark hardwood and flickering lights above them.

Phil snorted.

Dan continued, "Like that window at the top. It's like a… a death… cathedral window."

At the top of the stairs now, staring at the window down the hall he could vaguely see the two of them reflected back. Two humanoid shapes atop an inky void.

"Well if you're that curious," Phil said swinging the door to his room open, "I could give you a house tour."

Dan watched Phil throw his backpack to his unmade bed, and the thought of what it would feel like to be said bag flashed before him.

"Ummm… m'yeah. Sounds… sounds good."

Dan missed the warmth of Phil's hand as they explore his house, but didn't mind how now he could stay back an extra step or two just to keep an eye on his butt.

He was never good at math but calculating the area of Phil's arse subtracted by the area of his spread hands was an incredibly appetizing application to the nonsense he'd had to memorize for school.

Dan could listen to Phil talk all day. Hell, he already did. Watching his videos in the background while fucking around in his room or with headphones plugged into his computer while tucked into bed, Phil talking had become the soundtrack to his life.

Since Dan had discovered Phil's channel, his brain filled every moment of silence with Phil. A quip from some long forgotten old video he'd re-watched because Dan loved seeing every iteration of him. The way he laughed, tongue caught between his teeth when he said something cheeky. How he slept, snoring loudly through tinny speakers as Dan stared bleary eyed after an hours long Skype call.

And now, watching his face light up with an excited explanation as Dan pointed to the random objects cluttered around his home, it was all Dan wanted to hear. Forever.

They ended up back in Phil's room again, eager to start filming this QnA video for his channel.

Later, he couldn't hide his disappointment when Phil told him he thought they got enough footage. But he smiled through it, replaying the parts where he made Phil laugh over and over again. It looped as the two of them sat in the empty Lester kitchen raiding the cabinets for sweets and cookies. He looped it as they sat on the couch, cuddling under a blanket and making fun of the odd shows and commercials under the buzz of static from the old TV.

It was tattooed to his eardrums by the time they made it to bed, bare chested and bleary eyed, yet it felt like no time had passed at all.

And when Phil left his dim bedside lamp on, just so they could talk for a little while longer, Dan found a new way to occupy his overcrowded mind.

Phil was lying on his back, wearing nothing but his pajama bottoms as he ran through the stories behind some of his favourite videos. It was when he said that he believed this new video with Dan to be one of his favourites, that Dan did it.

Even though they'd only ever kissed one other time, Dan was starting to learn what Phil liked. Look down at his lips and blink slowly. Longing. Shift himself closer. Guide Phil's chin with a shaky hand up to his. Bend and morph and warp himself down until one body fused to the other. Graze Phil's jawline with feather-light fingertips. Press deeply, slowly, like they had all the time in the world.

Weightless and warm.

Dan deepened the kiss, pressing his tongue to the seam of Phil's lips.

Considering the ride was about to come back to the ground when he'd kissed him, this was about as far as they had previously made it.

But, with an empty house and the video done, they really did have more time than Dan knew what to do with.

Phil opened up to him, running a soothing thumb along his cheekbone as his palm followed the flush along Dan's face.

His brain could barely process what was currently happening to him. Laid out on AmazingPhil's bed making out with him after they'd spent the day together and filmed a video?

It was unreal.

Phil pulled back, just enough to speak into the thin sliver of air between them.

"Um, Dan?"

Dan did the same, hair falling into his eyes as he looked down at Phil.

Phil looked so… pretty. Wide eyes and plump lips pulled into a shy smile. Angular features softened with mirth.

"Yeah?"

Phil's hand came up to run through his hair, keeping his fringe out of the way.

"You know we don't have to… do anything. If you don't want to. I know you know I've done a lot more than you, and we've talked about how…" he glanced over Dan's shoulder. "I dunno, scary it is. And I'm fine if you just wanted it like this." He smiled again, "I mean, to be honest I do like cuddling more than anything."

"I…" Dan's tongue rolled aimlessly in his mouth, his brain crashing back down to earth. He looked away, nervously chewing on his lip. "I… want to. Do something," he mumbled, barely audible.

Phil did that again, ran a firm hand through his hair and shifted below him so that Dan was looking at him again.

"I can give you a blowjob if you want?"

Dan didn't think his face could feel this flush already. He'd gotten a blow job before, that wasn't a big deal. Phil already knew that. But, this was Dan's first time with a guy. And he wasn't just any guy. This was Phil.

His dick twitched in his jeans at the thought of Phil below him, and he felt his brain reboot from the image alone.

"YeahI'dlikethat," he nodded awkwardly, cringing at his awkwardness.

Phil giggled, and Dan wanted to bite the tongue that poked between his teeth. The other man went up to peck Dan's lips, one hand gently maneuvering him so they could switch positions.

"And you're sure?"

Dan rolled his eyes and scoffed, "Yes. I'm fine, mum."

"Shut up," Phil laughed, and kissed him.

Things got heavy quickly, Phil throwing a knee over Dan so he could lay on top of him.

Dan sucked on Phil's tongue and returned the following moan when Phil ground down against him.

If not for the desire to touch Phil in every possible way he could, he would've let go to get his pants off already. Luckily, the slow friction building between them was enough to keep his brain blissfully occupied. Little crackles of electricity against his skin, buzzing and pleasant and not quite enough.

When Phil ducked down to press his lips to where his jaw met neck, he melted. Plump lips dragged their way down his neck, leaving a sensitive trail like a live wire in its wake.

Dan cried when Phil bit into his neck, those sparks encircling his spine in a singular jolt. Phil sucked on the flesh, dragging it between his teeth and let go, continuing his trail downward.

Phil cupped Dan through his bottoms, and he was unable to stop how desperately his hips canted up into it, already missing Phil's weight on him.

Dan raised himself on his elbows, tucking his chin down to look at Phil.

Phil gave him a cheeky grin, quickly undoing the drawstring and shucking the fabric down. Dan usually slept in his underwear, but he had been worried Phil would be uncomfortable with it. That, and even though he wasn't afraid of his own body, it was hard not to be self conscious when it was the first time Phil was going to see him in real life.

But, all those thoughts went out the window when Phil started to mouth at him, his nose poking Dan as he followed the line of his clothed cock. He knew he was leaking already, the tongue licking him making the front of his briefs wetter than they'd been before.

"Phil," Dan panted, twisting the sheets with white knuckled fists as Phil laved himself over him.

Phil left open mouth kisses back up towards his tummy, teeth catching on his waistband.

Dan swallowed, he could feel the sweat beading at his hair line and his back, the room itself trapping him within his own erotica.

They'd done stuff over the internet before, touched themselves to hushed words and promises. And Dan wasn't afraid to admit he'd imagined what it would be like to be inside of Phil's house, his bedroom… and him.

Phil tugged the material over his weeping cock, tucking the waistband between it and his balls. His mouth hung open, hot breath inches away from where Dan wanted it most.

Dan's toes curled in anticipation, core tightening with arousal and the tension needed to sit up to look at him.

Phil held his tongue above Dan, letting the spit pool on the tip. He got closer, waited until a glob of it fell from his lips and onto Dan's dick, and that alone caused it to twitch violently.

He hated that he was too wet to feel the liquid slide down him, but he quickly moved on when Phil pressed the flat of tongue to Dan's tip. Before Dan crashed back against the mattress, he saw Phil shifting against it. Probably to get himself more comfortable.

Dan widened his legs as much as his pajama bottoms allowed him to, cutting into his flesh deliciously as Phil licked him, the tip of his tongue bullying its way into his slit.

Phil pressed down on his hips hard enough that Dan hoped he'd leave bruises.

With his eyes shut and hips stopped, there was nothing he could do other than whine and plead for Phil to do something, anything more. Warbled speech with only his repeated 'pleases' passing through chapped lips.

It was absolutely over for him when suddenly, there was a hot, wet, heat around him. Swallowing him down before he had a chance to recover from the shock of it.

He wanted to rip his own hair out when Phil reached the base, Dan's cock making a home for itself in the back of Phil's throat. Phil kept him there, swallowing around him all the while digging his fingernails deep into his skin.

Dan's back bent with his approaching orgasm, and he tried to warn Phil. "M'ffff— Phi-il, M'gonnacum, p- please… Phil, Phil!"

Phil stayed anchored to him, and Dan had half of a mind to believe that he was causing the bed to shake from his own horniness alone.

He felt it in his spine, legs shaking and hands sore from ripping into the sheets, his orgasm bursted through him. He came down Phil's throat in a moan louder than he'd ever heard from himself. Dan was too blissed out to be self conscious about it, higher than he'd been when he leaned into Phil at the top of the Manchester Eye.

A minute later, when the crackling on his skin subsides to a nice buzz, Phil tucked his softening cock back into his briefs. Dan made a questioning noise when he felt Phil taking his pajamas off but not his underwear.

Phil crawled up another minute later, and Dan had the realization that Phil probably hadn't cum yet.

He opened his eyes to Phil smiling sleepily down at him. The man pecked his cheek and whispered against the shell of his ear, "I think I had a little too much fun," he giggled. "You don't mind me wearing your PJs do you?"

Dan's cock gave a valiant kick when he snuck a peek down at his legs.

"Sure," he cleared his throat, trying to maintain his composure. "Sounds… good."

The other man went to grab for his phone, quickly typing away. Dan was too sleepy after a long day, and night, with Phil to ask him about it.

Dan ended up crawling over top of Phil, their legs entangled under Phil's colourful blankets, Dan's dark backpack enmeshed in the chaos of Phil's floor below them, and he himself surrounded in his lover's arms.

And when Dan awoke first, pressing his lips to Phil's shoulder as he spooned him, he reached for his own phone on the bedside table and scrolled through Twitter.

His heart swelled greater than his ribs could contain, safe in the home of the person he wished to spend forever with, reading the last thought Phil had before the two of them slept in each other's arms.

Phil Lester (@AmazingPhil)

ahappyphil

2:22 AM 20 OCT 09

Notes:

waaaaaaaaa :,)

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