Break Me (Phan)

Philip Lester
Thursday 29th October

I moaned, rubbing my eyes as I looked to my side. I groaned when I didn't see Dan, sitting up and searching for my pyjama top and my glass of water to cleanse my throat. I peeled myself out of bed and my weight thumped down the stairs and into the kitchen.

I furrowed my eyebrows, smelling something sweet and somewhat delicious, so I peered my head around the kitchen door and saw Dan singing to himself with the radio on, standing over the frying pans. I crept up behind him, carefully wrapping my arms around his body, aware he was still in pain from his burn, "What are you doing, Baby?" I asked, burrowing my tired eyes into his neck.

"Making pancakes!" he giggled, turning around to kiss me on the forehead.

"It's half seven in the morning..." I groaned, taking a seat on a stool, "What time did you get up?"

"I woke up at five and let you sleep in, but I stole your laptop and brought it down here to explore the world online. Then, I decided to wake you up to pancakes before work!" he beamed, shovelling another failed flip onto a rising pile on a plate, "I hope you don't mind them mushed up, I've got one good one!" he passed me the plate and the bag of sugar, "Do you have to go to work today?" he had rested his elbows on the counter, his back dipped with his ass in the air on the other side. I moved my eyes back to his face.

"I gave my work two days' notice to me taking an entire week off and I've only been there a month. I think if I didn't turn up today, it would annoy them." I truthfully said, shoving a mouthful of Dan's pancake sludge into my mouth. It tasted decently, with a pile of sugar on top.

He whined, pressing a kiss against my lips, "If you say so..." he groaned, "But you'll be missing this!" he slapped his ass.

"Oh, I'm aware." I chuckled, finding his onslaught of energy in the morning out of character and quite frankly tiring. I loved it, though, how could I not? It was Dan.

Once I finished up the plate of pancake mush - alright, I'm giving Dan a hard time on them, they tasted good - I stood up and wrapped his arms around my hips, running my fingertips through his hair and pressing my lips against his. He let out a moan and I could feel his heart thump against his chest and into mine. I giggled, "Jeez Dan, how caffeinated are you?"

"I haven't had a single drop." he brushed his lips over mine again, not wanting to lose my touch. I could feel him smile and laughed because of it, his energy radiating off onto me. I pulled away, placing one kiss on his jawline as I did so, "I'm going to go and shower. I have a couple of hours before I need to leave for work, I'll spend more time with you then, okay?"

He clung onto me as he hummed amusedly, catching my eyes in his, "How about I join you?" the tone made my chest flip.

I gave a feeble attempt at an unnerved grin, "I'm not having another freezing shower."

"Who said I wanted it cold?" he purred, raising his eyebrows. I took a small step towards him and collided our lips against one another's again. He grinned, "Is that a yes?" he softly asked as I could felt my blood flow downwards.

I nodded, leading him by his hand into the downstairs bathroom. I locked the door behind us, tearing off our pyjama shirts as I ran my lips along his neck and made him squirm. I pulled away for a moment, "If you need to stop at any moment-"

"God, Phil, I know!" he complained playfully, pecking my nose. I stood still for a moment, assessing him until he let out a loud groan, stomping his bottoms and pants down his legs, then dipping down to hurriedly tear mine off as well. He opened the shower door and and walked us inside, turning on a warm flow of water.