Oh, It Is Love

Phil's POV

That was close! I thought I was going to have to confess these weird thoughts I'd been having all day. I couldn't help but think about how cute Dan was when he was angry, though. The way he shouted was sexy, and it sent a shiver down my spine...

After a while, we'd realised that it was getting late, and Dan had left the room to go and have a shower. I could hear the water running from my place on the sofa, and let my mind wander from the game that I was playing, to what Dan might have possibly been doing in the shower.

Oh God.

I shook my head to focus it back on the game, pushing all the weird creepy thoughts to the back of my mind as I made Sonic accidentally get killed by a giant wall of drills.

A while later, I was happily carrying on with the game when I heard footsteps approaching the lounge door.

"Hey Phil, d'you know where the hairdryer is?"

My head snapped towards the doorway, and every muscle in my body froze.
Dan was standing there, his hair still dripping wet-

Only wearing a towel. 

My eyes trawled hungrily over his half-naked body, taking in the golden glow of the skin of his torso, his flat, toned stomach, and the way the towel hung low on his hips. I absentmindedly bit my lip as my eyes travelled upwards, over his hairless chest and up to his face. He had one eyebrow raised in confusion, waiting for me to answer, but I decided that I didn't care. It was as if I'd lost my mind, any rational thoughts going out of the window.
I noticed the shape of his full lips, their bright, almost unnatural, red shade. I watched as his gorgeously curly, soaking wet hair let tiny droplets fall down onto his shoulders. Why did he ever straighten it? It was so unbelievably sexy when left curly...

Without thinking, I got up from the sofa and strode over to Dan, feeling the heat radiate off his skin as I came closer.
I only stopped when I was just a few centimetres away from his face, pressing our bodies together. I looked into his eyes, seeing him frozen there like a rabbit in headlights. My brain was screaming at me to stop, to run away and stop everything that was involuntarily happening. My muscles seemed to be working against my will, though, creating uncontrollable needs and desires that I just had to follow.
I felt his breath hit my face with every exhale, his dark eyes turning more relaxed as they stared into mine.

I lifted my arm up, gently brushing the back of my hand against his shoulder before moving it up to his hair. As soon as my fingers ghosted his cheek, he instantly tilted his head forward slightly, leaning into my touch.

I ever so carefully ran my fingers through his curls on one side of his head, smiling softly as water droplets showered over my hand. His lips were parted slightly, eyes becoming heavy-lidded as I leant my face closer to his.

"You should leave it curly; it's sexy." I muttered out, our breath mingling in the gap between our faces.

Suddenly, my brain caught up to me, and I realised what I was doing.

What the hell?!

I wrenched my face away, yanking my hand from his hair and staggering backwards.

No. No way had that just happened. No way had I just had a weird little moment with Dan.

I looked at him, and found that his face mirrored my shocked expression. Oh god, oh god, what do I do?

I panicked, then went and did the first thing that came into my head;

I left. I walked straight out of the door and into my bedroom.

Once there, I slammed the door shut and collapsed down on my bed.
I held my hand up in front of my face, fingertips still damp from Dan's hair. I started at it in shock. What had just happened?! What evil force had possessed me to do that?!

I replayed the scene over and over again in my mind. Dan walking in wearing a towel, my inhibitions going out of the window as I found him so damn attractive. I remember feeling the desire bubble up inside me, taking over my senses as I strode towards him. I felt his hot breath on my face, the sexy coconut smell of his showergel overpowering my nose. I felt his warm, soft skin underneath my fingertips, his eyes closing briefly as he leaned into my touch.

I threw my head back against the pillow, groaning.

Oh God, that feeling- the one burning through my veins. It felt so wrong, yet so, so, unbelievably right that it frightened me.

What was wrong with me?!

Dan's POV

I was rooted to the spot.

What the HELL just happened?!

His gaze locked with mine, crystalline eyes piercing into my heart. The way his eyes travelled downwards, trawling hungrily over my body.

I shivered, my eyes closing as the situation played over in my mind.

The way he jumped up, striding over to me with a fire in his eyes, reflected in his features in a burning desire. The way our bodies pressed together, combined with the electric sensation of his fingertips tracing my skin, was almost a sensory overload. I could have brought my hand up and touched him back, or further, I could have leant in and kissed him. But I couldn't. I was frozen, unable to move, think, breathe

"You should leave it curly; it's sexy."

He thought I was sexy.
HE thought I was sexy

Wait...

Maybe he was just messing with me. He knows that I'm gay, and he's teasing me. Yeah, that has to be it- there's no logical explanation otherwise.
But perhaps... There's always a possibility that....

I groaned in frustration, running my hand exasperatedly through my hair. Why did he have to be so confusing?! I was perfectly fine before today, and then suddenly all this weird stuff has just started happening!

I then suddenly realised that I was just standing in the doorway of the living room half naked, with my wet hair still dripping repeatedly onto my shoulders. I decided that I should probably find the hairdryer myself and continue with the action I was undertaking beforehand, but all this stuff had just got to me, so instead I turned briskly and headed in the direction of my room.

I intended to shut myself away in my room, until Phil has had enough of being in a strange mood and comes and talks to me, acting like a normal human. That, or he comes and tells me what the hell is up with him. I don't even care if he possibly knows that I'm gay now- it's the uncertainty that's killing me. I just wanted to be sure with Phil- I hated it when he hid things from me. We were best friends, we were meant to tell each other anything and everything- not bottle up silly little things that probably don't even mean anything . It was interrupting the comfortable pattern we'd fallen into through living together.

I pulled on some boxers and flopped down on my bed, rolling sideways and curling into the fetal position. Why had life suddenly got so hard? I thought it was easy with Phil. We connected; we understood each other the way I've understood no one else before. I thought things were supposed to be simple with him.

I sighed, closing my eyes in an attempt to still my racing thoughts.

Well, things were getting progressively more un-simple, and if it carries on, I may just have to do something about it.