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one hundred twenty

conflict.

horrible confusing conflict bubbled in the pit of dan's stomach, but it was accompanied by a pool of warmth, a fuzzy static feeling that worked its way through his veins, starting from the moment phil's lips had touched his.

it wasn't like it was phil's fault, they had been kind of on edge the whole time, both waiting for the other to break the tension between them. phil had just been the brave one.

he knew phil had issues, he was probably a little toxic as well, especially for someone like dan. but how was he supposed to care when phil kissed him like that? called him beautiful, reassured him?

memories of phil's hand on his face, thumb running along his jaw, flooded dan's mind. his fingertips had felt like sparks on his skin, pure static electricity.

his lips had been soft, and dan had gotten to savor them and actually explore them as he hadn't before.

they had kissed far longer than they had before, the last two times it had felt dirty and wrong, and dan had parted his lips feeling guilty. this time he felt none of that. he only felt pure joy, pure giddiness and concentrated fireworks going off in his stomach, ringing in his ears.

and he had wanted more.

phil had kissed him softly, kind of hesitantly, and dan had ran his fingers through the boy's hair like he had wanted to ever since the last time they kissed. it had felt incredibly revealing, for some reason, and cautious.

even now, sitting on the floor in phil's bathroom against the door, dan could feel it.

his heart skipped a beat. he knew phil had said he would wait, but he could tell he was anxious, almost impatient. dan just wasn't one for making hasty decisions.

none the less, he needed it again. that open flame between their lips, the actual feeling of heaven. he stood up, and opened the door.

phil was there, leaning against the wall, looking worried and a little sad. dan felt a pang of guilt. phil was already in a bad mood before dan had run away from him.

he looked up when he heard dan, his face contorting into hope. dan smiled at him weakly.

he stepped forward, pushing phil gently back against the wall, and kissed him for the fourth time ever.

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