Phan: Grinning Boats

_{Title: Grinning Boats
Pairing: Phan
Author: EmzSwigglez
Genre: Fluff
Rating: PG? There's some swearing and alcohol.
Warnings: None!
Disclaimer: I (sadly) do not own Dan/Phil!}

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The ground wasn't quite as stable as I'd have liked it to be, as I forced my legs to keep moving.

I'd casually been making my way home after a long day, carrying bags filled with cereal and other every day requirements, when a young man called over- he'd offered me a place on a massive boat party, smiling kindly and ushering me in immediately.
The only thing is, I'd been too amazed at the random opportunity that had popped up infront of me to really consider what was happening. I just remember mumbling an uncertain "Um.. Hi? I'm .. Dan?" to a curvaceous young woman wearing next to nothing, who then wrote my name down on a list I only caught a glimpse of. A smile lit up her face as she looked back up at me, then she moved and shoved open a pair of magnificent wooden doors, revealing a stadium-like room utterly packed with partying drunkards and flashing lights.

I'd been grinding with randomers for what seemed like hours before the cheap booze had started to cloud my mind. Fuck... I really need some air...
So there I was, forcing my legs to move on the wobbling and swerving ground (not quite sure whether it was the boat or just my confused brain). My head was pulsating and pounding against my skull, begging for a little space: which is why, when I saw the door leading out onto the deck, I practically leapt with joy. One foot forward, then the other, followed slowly by the other, the other making it's way ahead... My eyes were carefully watching my feet move at a pace similar to that of a snail's when I felt my head bump into something. I groaned and looked up, seeing I'd reached the door.

Wow, Dan. Nice. You forgot to bloody look where you're going-

"Shuddup.." I mumbled to myself, pushing a shaky hand through my sweaty hair. Almost certain I'd turned myself into Jedward, I angrily grabbed the door handle - before being pushed back an inch by the wind.

Well, you would've gotten a JedHead with that wind anyway, Dannyboy..

I walked out, enjoying the night's fresh air more than anything else in the world. My lungs were content, my nose felt freezing. It was lovely. I grinned lazily to myself, before noticing a figure watching me.
Over to the left (I could see, just in the corner of my eye) there was a man leaning over the railings, head turned to face me. I started to walk over, the wind, boat and general drunkenness of my brain making it a painfully slow journey. When I did reach the person, however, I saw a genuine smile on their face. "H..Hello" I said, a little wary of the man.
"Hiya," he said back cheekily, giving me a shit-eating grin. The man had black hair, totally messed up and destroyed by the wind, attacking his face and nearly covering his eyes completely. A silver lip ring looped around the left side of his bottom lip, glinting in the light. A cigarette moved to his mouth, his lips draining the nicotine and chemicals from it happily - and, though I despised smoking entirely, I almost felt he'd earned it, having to shield it from the oncoming winds and stand out in the cold. Once he'd taken a satisfying drag of his cigarette, he pulled it from his mouth, swung his arm down limply over the railing and puffed the smoke into my face. I resisted the urge to cough and splutter. "So, why are you out here, Mister?" he asked me, smiling widely yet again.
"Um, well, it's... busy.. in there" I answered slowly, still holding back my urge to cough whilst battling the unsteady ground.
"Haha, I'll say!" he took another drag and puffed the smoke out at me again, "I'm here cuz I just love the sea, y'know?" his eyes (from what I could see) suddenly turned a bit distant, almost lost in the idea of waves crashing and salt burning your mouth. I moved closer to him, grabbing onto the railing for extra comfort. "The sea is.. special.." I whispered into the air, watching the moon and then the distorted reflections of it on the bouncing sea, constantly changing and in motion.
We just stood next to each other, admiring the view.
Until I lost my balance a bit and fell onto his shoulder. "Woopsy!" he chuckled, helping me straighten up, "I'm Phil, by the way," he pushed some hair out of his face and turned to look at me, giving me a clear view of his excited, glowing blue eyes. A pale hand then moved over and placed the cigarette between my lips.

Oh my gofsdfsg Dan stop oh my god Dan sto-

I inhaled and, without delay, spluttered and made Phil's death stick plunge down into the water. "Oh my! I-I'm so sorry.." I gasped, turning to Phil and jabbering about anything I could think of, "I'm just so drunk y'know? I think. I mean, please don't hate me. I just don't smoke? Sorry ohmygodfuck so I'm so sorry oh god! My parents would be so ashamed, I just pretty much saved you from finishing that cancer stick, but you liked it oh my gosh and you look so hot smoking too oh my god sorry sorryspodjifi--"
Phil silenced me with his laughter, filling up the space around me and sounding peaceful and carefree. "Don't worry!! I knew you didn't smoke, I could tell when you cringed at my little smoke rings I blew in your direction" he nudged me slightly and continued to chuckle a little to himself.
"..I'm Dan.. if you still care?" I announced randomly, making him stand up straight and face me fully.
"Dan? Nice to meet you!" his slender hand shot out, awaiting mine.

But, before I got a chance to shake his hand, I only just got a chance to giggle before it erupted. The swaying of the boat, the bubbling in my drunk brain..

My mouth ripped open and a stinging bile coursed out. It hit Phil's chest, ruining a shirt with a design I couldn't make out in the dark. Some even hit Phil's hand. It didn't hit me at all. The guilt drowned me as soon as I saw what I'd done.

DAN DAN ABORT ABORT STOP RUN AWAY ABORTTTT

I went to run off like an ashamed teenager when I saw Phil's sympathetic smile. "Aww, man. Let's get your mouth cleaned up a bit, and we'll try to sort my shirt out too."
His complete calmness surprised me, so I just let him grab my hand and pull me into a small cabin that was detached from the rest of the boat's rooms and corridors. Phil got me over to the door quickly, making sure I didn't trip or slip, before he pushed it open and walked in.

Inside was a metal sink, a tiny mirror, a chest of draws and a very comfy looking bed. The walls had a few hastily placed band and video game posters (all of which I approved of). My brain clicked slowly, as I was placed in a sitting position on the bed, that this must me...

"So, this is my room.." Phil explained sharply, making his way to the sink and unbuttoning his shirt.
"..Y..you live on the boat..?"
Phil shrugged the shirt off - the shirt, which I could now see, was checkered and purple. I could also see beautiful, detailed tattoos of stars, shapes and wording on his arms and one similar to Pete Wentz's just above his jeans, on his lower abdomen. "Yep. I own this little boat, I rent it out.."
My mouth dropped, "B--it's huge??"
He turned towards me and grinned again "Haha, I'm just pulling your strings!" he winked at me, "Nah, I just wanted to make sure I got some sleep, so I made sure I got a separate room."
I listened for a second, confirming the fact that the separate room was entirely silent and made you almost forget of the music blasting out harshly only a few meters away. "It's very quiet," I agreed.
Phil threw the shirt onto the floor, then began washing his hands, "Indeed it is, Daniel. Now, come over here, lemme clean you up..."
I stood up shakily and slid over to him. He grabbed my elbows to steady me and we locked eyes.

Dan oh my god.

He moved forward, his face a centimetre away from mine. His lips looked plump and full, the ring that curved over the bottom one making my heart freeze.

Dan, your heartbeat right now is disgusting! He's no Hayley Williams.. okay, fuck, he is SO much hotter...

His breath hit my lips, making my eyelids flutter.

Then, he slapped a damp flannel on my face and rubbed at my mouth. I could feel myself blushing at how foolish I'd been, thinking he might.. I dunno...

After rubbing and ensuring I was - I quote - "sparkling and dazzling like a fairy!", Phil let me have lay down. "Clear your drunken little mind, fellow earthling" he said, sitting on the edge of the bed. He then leant forward and whispered in my ear, "You're adorable, even if you did throw up on me."
I opened my eyes and looked up at him, seeing his teeth bared for about the billionth time that night. "You're adorable too, even if you do smile to a creepy degree.."
He blinked and faked an offended look, raising his eyebrows and placing a hand on his heart, "How could you, Daniel! I'm heartbroken!"
I chuckled, enjoying this guy's company.

I felt my eyelids begin to weigh down, becoming increasingly difficult to keep open.
Phil shifted his weight next to me, clambering clumsily under the thin cover. His arms laced under mine and held me close, cuddling me, keeping me nicely warm.

"Goodnight, mysterious vomit boy."

Finally I gave in. My own mouth transformed into a mile-wide, shit-eating grin.