Phan: Cold

“Dan, what’re you doing?” He asked the small shaking boy. Dan was bundled completely in his quilt on the sofa, head and all.

He stuck his head out the blanket and pouted. “I’m cold, Philly!”

Phil laughed. “It’s not that cold, Danosaur.”

“It’s not for you!” Dan insisted. “You’ve got three jumpers, nine pairs of socks, four blankets, your laptop, the radiator and two pairs of pants! All I’ve got is one freaking duvet!”

“Don’t be a drama king, Daniel.” Phil rolled his eyes.

“I’m not! It’s minus fifteen outside and I’m freezing my tits off!”

Phil couldn’t contain his laughter. He laughed uncontrollably as Dan glared at him and tried to keep a straight face. Eventually he succumbed to his boyfriend’s laughter and joined in. Dan laughed so hard that he landed on the floor with a thump, his legs all tangled with his quilt.

“C’mere, silly!” Phil giggled, opening his arms to let the shivering Dan share his warmth. Dan threw himself on Phil, making Phil fall back onto the sofa. Dan snuggled onto Phil’s chest while Phil wrapped them both in various blankets. “Better?” He asked. Dan nodded and Phil kissed his forehead. He began to rub small circles on Dan’s back and Dan purred. “You have to be the only person I know in the world who purrs.” Phil said. Dan turned scarlet.

“We don’t mention my purring.” Dan said, pouting.

“I think it’s adorable.” Dan smiled and kissed Phil’s cheek.

“Philly, you’re all stubbly. You need to shave.”

“Are you scared of the manly neck beard?” Phil asked.

“Yes. The manly neck beard is scary. I like baby-smooth Phil.”

“I’ll shave if you’ll let me compliment your purring.”

“Blackmail.” Dan demanded.

“Yep.”

Dan laughed. “Okay.”

“I love you, Danosaur.”

“I love you too, Phillion.”

They sat in silence for a few minutes.

“Philly?” Dan purred.

“Yes?” Phil giggled.

“I was never cold.”