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He hopes this is the last time for a long time that he has to travel on a plane. Of course, over the past 6 months he’s definitely perfected his airport/travelling routine but the constant moving and living out of a suitcase was starting to get tiresome.
The minute he gets home he immediately dumps his bags and suitcase in the hall. He can hear the faint sounds of a video game coming from their gaming lounge and he follows the noise. Phil doesn’t even look up from the game when Dan toes off his shoes and collapses, face first, onto the sofa and Phil’s lap.
“Nice to see you too.” Phil comments, eyes still focused on the screen as his fingers fly across the controller.
“Hi,” Dan mumbles. His voice lost in the soft material of Phil’s sweatpants that his mouth is currently pressed against.
“Good flight?”
Dan nods (well he tries to) and bends his knees so he’s curled up on the sofa.
“You smell nice,” Dan responds after a few moments. He’s got his eyes closed as he takes in deep breaths. His ears and nose acclimatising again to the sounds and smells of their house, their home.
“What exactly are you smelling? Your face is pressed into my crotch.”
“Exactly,” Dan says, letting out a soft chuckle.
Phil grimaces, not that Dan can see, and gives his head a poke with the controller. “Filthy boy.”
Dan turns his head to the side so he can see the screen, and see how terribly Phil is failing at playing Apex. “Thought you’d be a pro by now, all this time you’ve had to play without me interrupting.”
“I was doing amazing actually until you got back.”
“Sure you were bub,” Dan’s hand comes up to fiddle with a loose thread on Phil’s sweatpants and he takes a moment to take it all in. He’s back for good this time. He doesn’t have a flight to catch in a few weeks time and neither he or Phil have any immediate plans to leave the house for the next 2 weeks at least.
“I’ve got a surprise for you actually,”
“Oh yeah?” Dan asks, his eyes still trained on his fingers and the thread in his hand.
“I was gonna tell you when we called the other day but I wanted to see your reaction in person.”
Dan raises an eyebrow and rolls onto his back so his face is looking straight up at Phil. “What?”
Phil pauses the game and grins mischievously at him. “We have a bath.”
“Fuck off, are you kidding?”
Phil shakes his head. “Why would I lie about that? They finished it last week. I haven’t even used it yet because I wanted you to be the first.”
“Phil, that is the most romantic thing anyone has ever done for me.”
Phil’s hand reaches across to grab at Dan’s and he traces his own fingers across Dan’s fingers. “And, I bought you a bath bomb. That one you like from Lush that-”
“Smells like cherry blossom? Oh my god,” Dan practically moans. “I might go away more often if this is how I get treated when I come back.”
Phil pouts and gives Dan’s cheek a poke. “No. Not allowed. Not unless I can come with you.”
“I suppose we can make room for you on the tour bus.”
They stay like that for a few minutes in silence, the only noise coming from the background music on the game. Phil links his hand with Dan’s and squeezes it as his eyes look over Dan’s face. You’d think after nearly 14 years of being together they’d have each other's face memorised but after being apart for a little over 2 weeks it’s like Phil is seeing it all over again for the first time.
“I’m glad you’re back. It was getting too quiet without you here.”
“I missed the quiet, actually. Being on tour with everyone was so loud.”
“Wow, too loud? Even for you?” Phil said, quirking his brow.
“Shut it.”
Phil just giggles in response. “Right, why don’t you go and have a bath and I’ll order us some fries ready for when you’re done.”
“Phil Lester, you read my mind.” Dan says, pushing himself up from the couch and standing up. “This is going to be the sexiest fucking bath I’ve ever had.”
“I’m not getting in the bath with you,” Phil replied drily.
“Ha Ha Mr Comedian. When’s your world tour?”
“Starts next week. Already sold a million tickets.”
“Did your mum buy all of those?”
“Shut up. Or I’ll world tour your mum,”
Dan bursts out laughing. “That didn’t even make sense.”
Phil throws a cushion at him. “Go and have a bath or I’m gonna eat all your fries.”
Dan clutches at his heart. “You wouldn’t dare?”
“Just watch me Danny,”
When Dan heads up to the bathroom he sees Phil has already laid out the bath bomb and decorated the bathroom with what looks like 15 candles. The bath looks incredible, they’d been able to find one that was bigger than a normal bath so they could fit their legs in it without squishing themselves. He turns on the tap and begins to light the candles before going to grab his laptop.
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An hour later Dan appears in the lounge. Smelling like soap and wearing some clean sweatpants and an old ‘New Moon’ t-shirt with a picture of Jacob on the front.
“Where the hell did you get that?”
Dan looks down at his shirt and shrugs as he sits down on the couch and stretches out his legs. “Think a fan gave it to me as a gift. I like it.”
“Wonder why…”
“What’s that supposed to mean?”
“You know, you and your weird furry shit.”
Dan prods Phil’s thigh with his foot and scowls. “I just think he’s a handsome man and Bella should have chosen him.”
“We’re not having this discussion again.”
“You’re just afraid of the truth Phil, that’s all it is.”
Just then their doorbell rings.
“Go and get my fries. There’s no way I can answer the door in a 10 year old New Moon t-shirt.”
“You did that on purpose,” Phil says, pushing himself up from the couch and heading to the front door.
He returns a few moments later carrying a large bag and places it on the couch between them. “I think half the weight of this bag is just your dips.”
Dan moans and grabs at the bag, “My sweet children, come to daddy.” He said as he began pulling out the 7 dips from the bag and his large bag of fries.
Phil chuckles as he pulls out his own food. “You're ridiculous.”
“You’re just jealous I’ll never love you as much as I love these dips.”
“Oh I’ve accepted that. Can’t wait to be the best man at your weird, polyamorous dip wedding.”
“Best man? You can be the flower girl.”
“Fine then. I hope you and your dips will be very happy together.”
“Oh we will.” And with that he grabs the first fry and dips into what looks like a spicy mayonnaise dip. He moans loudly and let out a sigh. “Now I’m in heaven.”
Phil looks across at him fondly and smiles to himself. It was good to have Dan home.