Tiny dancer

Dan felt nervous, nervous and like an idiot. Bars were not his thing, nothing that involved alcohol. Was he dressed right? He felt a bit pretentious in his 'billionaire boys club' bomber.

Caspar honked his horn and Dan's eyes shot up, this was it, Dan was actually going to die.

He was busy downing his second tequila sunrise when he walked in. Dan could feel his eyes go wide. Raven black hair almost covered shining blue eyes, the guy was absolutely gorgeous. His broad shoulders in that leather jacket, lean legs packed into tight skinny jeans, combat boots hitting the ground as he walked. Dan was mesmerised. His lips turned into a small smirk as he noticed a pair of eyes on him. Dan quickly looked away, staring at his straw instead.

The bartender shoved another drink in front of him, a pink one this time. Dan looked up, "I uh, I didn't order this", he said, or well, yelled over the music.

"He did", the bartender said, pointing at the mesmerising stranger.

Dan felt like he was going to faint.

Within seconds, the stranger was standing next to him. "Hi", Dan stuttered.

"Hello", he replied in a husky voice, placing his hands on Dan's thighs.

"Who are you?" Dan asked.

"My name's Phil", he said.

Phil, Dan thought, it was fitting.

"Gonna tell me yours now?" Phil asked.

"Oh, oh yea", Dan laughed, "it's Dan".

"Anyone ever tell you you're really pretty?" Phil asked.

Dan rolled his eyes, "anyone ever tell you that line is really overused?"

Phil laughed.

"You're lucky you're good looking", Dan said.

"Lucky enough to kiss you?" Phil asked.

Dan thought for a second, before nodding and letting him capture his lips. His hands tangled into his soft hair, Phil's went to his waist. Dan felt small with this guy standing over him. They were roughly the same size, but Phil was so much broader than he was.

He wrapped his legs around Phil's waist, digging his heels in to pull him closer. Phil pulled away, panting. "Do you live alone?" He asked, before planting his lips on Dan's neck.

Dan threw his head back, "y-yea", he whimpered.

"Care to move this to your place then?"

Dan nodded, "wait, my friends, I have to find them first", he mumbled.

"Just shoot them a text", Phil said, dragging him out by his wrists.

"Small problem", Dan said, "I don't have a car".

"Doesn't matter", Phil said as he walked towards a motorcycle, "hop on".

"No way", Dan said.

"It's safe, really", he answered.

"Don't I need a helmet?" Dan asked.

"Technically you do, but it'll be fine, promise, I'm a safe driver". Phil reassured.

"If you kill me, I swear to god", Dan said as he nervously threw his leg over the vehicle.

Dan pressed their bodies close together as Phil started driving. He could feel the wind in his hair, it was quite nice actually, though he was still terrified.

"Here", he yelled, after they passed his dorm.

Phil parked his bike and walked up to Dan, Dan tried to sneak Phil in the same way he did with Zoe, but it was a lot more difficult with this 6' something guy. Eventually they did it though.

"Why couldn't we just use the door?" Phil asked as he made Dan straddle him.

"Because I'm not supposed to have guests, especially not boys in motorgangs". Dan said, teasingly rolling his hips.

Phil laughed and grabbed Dan's waist, before rolling them over.

Morning rolled around and Dan felt weird, he was definitely not used to a buff chest instead of a pillow. He lifted his head up and stared at the black haired guy beneath him. He smiled as he remembered last night. Phil was so nice. Oh shit, Phil was waking up.

"Good morning", he mumbled in a groggy voice.

"Good morning", Dan chirped.

Phil tried to lean up and kiss Dan, Dan shook his head, "morning breath", he said.

Phil rolled his eyes and laid back down.

"As much as I'd love spending the day with you", Dan started, "I have to practice".

"Practice what?" Phil asked.

Oh right, they didn't know each other at all.

"Ballet", Dan said, ready for whatever Phil was going to say, guys were dicks about it, not thinking about the clear advantages.

"No way", Phil gaped, "you do ballet?"

Dan nodded.

"Can I see, I mean like, just come to your practice. I won't bother you or anything", he asked.

Dan cocked his head, "you want to watch me?"

Phil nodded excitedly.

"Uh, I guess?" Dan responded. This was new.

And so Phil followed him to the studio.