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Phil looked at Dean's car as it pulled out of the hotel's driveway and then turned his attention back to Dan, who was carefully studying his face.
"Where were you? Who is it? Why do you smell like alcohol‽" Dan dropped all the questions at once, Phil's intoxicated mind was in no shape to discuss everything right there in the lobby, so he suggested for them to go to their room and talk there.
"So... how was your date?" Phil asked as they entered the room. Dan shrugged his shoulders,
"nahh.. nothing special, we went to a restaurant, drank some wine and talked for a bit. Then she drove home and I walked back here." Phil was folding his jacket and pretending to be busy, Dan was leaning against the closet, hands in his pockets.
"Where did you two meet?" Phil pretended to be interested, trying to ignore the elephant in the room.
"In the lobby, she works as a maid in the hotel. She hit on me, I thought she was nice, turns out she's as dull as a brick wal- wait a second! Are you really interested or are you just trying to avoid my questions‽" Phil froze mid action, "Who was he? Where were you?" Dan continued before Phil had the chance to reply
"I was in a bar. And he's just a nice stranger I met there, he was nice enough to give me some helpful advice and then offered me a lift here." Dan looked almost pissed.
"How did you meet? Did he buy you a drink or something?"
"No... He just sortta, set next to me and started talking"
"So, I see you're into the straight forward type."
"Dan, what are you talking about?" Phil was genuinely confused at this point, what was Dan going on about? It almost seemed as if he was jealous of Dean.
"Well you asked me about my date, why can't I ask you about yours?" Did he really think Phil and Dean were on a date? why would he think so?
"It wasn't a date. All we did was talk about Dean's best friend who he's in l-"-"Oh! Dean! So this is the magical name of the wizard who managed to make you interested in men."
Phil stood there and stared at the raging Dan. Dan was so angry! It looked like Dan didn't hear anything but the name. The whole situation was absurd, Phil wasn't sure if everything was really happening or if it was only a product of his drunken mind.
"What does my sexuality has to do with all of this‽" Dan turned to face Phil and looked him in the eye.
"Because, For the past seven years you've been completely oblivious of the fact that each and every day I felt more and more attracted to you, while you were ignoring my feelings completely and never even bothered to try to think about me in that way. Each and every day I woke up hoping, 'maybe today would be the day'. " Dan looked at Phil, waiting for him to say something. When he didn't Dan continued, "I assumed there were two possibilities as to why it was like this- either you're not attracted to men, or you're not attracted to me. I convinced myself it was the first option as the second one was too painful."
Phil took a step closer to Dan. "Why didn't you just ask?"
Dan looked at him, pain visible in his eyes. "Never had the chance... Didn't want to ruin our friendship... Was too afraid of the answer... I could give you a million reasons right now. But it doesn't matter now.. you have.. Dean" Dan said the name with such disgust in his voice.
Phil took another step towards Dan, who was looking at his hands. Phil had to do something, and it was the only thing his hammered mind could come up with.
"Does the idea of me dating someone makes you jealous?" Dan nodded slowly.
"The idea of me standing close to someone?" He stepped even closer,
"The thought of me admiring their features," he looked at Dan's beautiful face, his slightly curly hair, everything 'Dan', everything was beautiful and so familiar.
"And what if I took their hand?.." Dan closed his eyes, as if the thought caused him pain. Phil took Dan's hand in his and intertwined their fingers, Dan finally looked up.
"...And then kissed them" Dan looked at Phil with eyes full of hope.
Phil leaned in and closed the distance between them.
As their lips touched for the first time, everything felt whole. Dan smiled against Phil's lips and Phil returned a smile.
Dan was the first to pull away, "You taste like a liquor store." he chuckled. Phil took it as he cue to go brush his teeth.
When he came out of the bathroom he saw that Dan had rearranged their room.
The two, once separate beds, were pushed together to form one big bed. Dan was already on it, and it seemed like he had already fell asleep.
Phil climbed in next to Dan, He was so tired and drunk, both with excitement and alcohol, he fell asleep the minuet his head touched the pillow and his hand, Dan's waist.
The first thing Phil felt the next morning was Dan's warm lips on his. "Good morning, Sunshine" He smiled at him. Phil couldn't remember a time when Dan's smile was brighter. "Good morning, love" Dan flinched at the cheesy nickname but planted kiss on Phil's cheek and laid his head on his chest. Phil rejoiced in the warm and soothing feeling of Dan's body against his.
And before he drifted off again, a small thought popped into his head-
"Thank you, stranger."