missed me, missed me, now you gotta kiss me
word count; 2k
synopsis; dan and phil have a snowball fight
warnings; minor swearing, kissing, food
pairing; phan
a/n; this is for the @phandomcountdown! hope you all enjoy :* ps thanks to @glitteringdan for betaing this she is great
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excerpt;
“Do you want to play in the snow?” he asked Dan, his eyes shifting out the window, watching as the loose snow fell off trees when birds landed on their branches. His question sounded childish, especially for an almost twenty-three year old man, but his motto was ‘You’re never too old to play in the snow’. He predicted that he would be eighty-five and still continue to making snow angels in the snow; that is, if global warming doesn’t make snow go extinct.
Dan’s mouth turned down to a frown as he looked from the window, and back to Phil. “It’s kind of cold, isn’t it?” Dan poked the single melting marshmallow in his mug, drowning it in the hot coffee.
Winter had always been Phil’s favourite season. No other season could compare with winter. Summer was okay, but if you didn’t have a swimming pool to go to, and you didn’t have air conditioning, it could be kind of rough. Spring was alright, but Phil wasn’t fond of all the insects being reborn in these months. Autumn was nice, but he didn’t like the fluctuating temperatures -- going outside in the morning with a jumper and by the end of the day, sweating like mad. In the end, Phil just preferred winter.
Phil loved all the cliches winter held; he loved snuggling under heaps of blankets on a cold night with someone special, trying to keep warm with a cup of hot chocolate, and watching the flames blaze in the fireplace. He enjoyed gift giving (and receiving) on Christmas Eve and Christmas Day, watching the snow pour down through the window of his nice, cozy home, and making snow angels and snowmen the next day.
Today was no different as the snow drifted down onto the ground, covering the streets with blankets of white. Phil watched the snowflakes hit the window, melting as they touched the warm glass. The water trickled down the window, small streams forming as it flowed down.
Phil glanced away from the window for a moment to look at Dan. His mouth turned to a frown as he saw the sleepy boy curled up under the blankets. Phil ambled over to the already sleeping boy and lifted the covers. He climbed under the big blanket, careful not to wake his friend, and drifted to sleep alongside him.
Blankets of white snow covered the ground when Phil glanced back out the window the next morning.
“Do you want to play in the snow?” he asked Dan, his eyes shifting out the window, watching as the loose snow fell off trees when birds landed on their branches. His question sounded childish, especially for an almost twenty-three year old man, but his motto was ‘You’re never too old to play in the snow’. He predicted that he would be eighty-five and still continue to making snow angels in the snow; that is, if global warming doesn’t make snow go extinct.
Dan’s mouth turned down to a frown as he looked from the window, and back to Phil. “It’s kind of cold, isn’t it?” Dan poked the single melting marshmallow in his mug, drowning it in the hot coffee.
“Yeah,” Phil replied with a shrug. “That’s what coats are for.” He grinned, getting up to place his cereal bowl into the sink.
“I prefer the indoors, where it’s dark and warm.” Dan sighed, rubbing his hands together to get some heat into them.
“Oh come on,” Phil whined. He hung onto the back of Dan’s chair and pleaded with the younger. “It’ll be fun.”
“I doubt it.” Dan took a sip from his coffee mug.
“We can build snowmen,” Phil suggested, tugging on the sleeve of Dan’s jumper. “Or build an igloo, or--”
“No,” Dan cut him off. Dan tried to come up with excuses on why he couldn’t go play in the snow. “I don’t have any mittens.” He never said they were good reasons.
“You can borrow some of mine,” Phil was not going to admit defeat. He wanted to play in the snow, and if it meant dragging Dan’s sorry ass out into the cold winter’s day, he was going to do it. “We have loads.”
After a lot of begging, Dan finally gave in to Phil’s pleads. He wasn’t entirely happy about it, but the smile on Phil’s face when he finally agreed to going outside into the snow was enough to suffice.
“Okay, this is kind of fun,” Dan admitted, brushing the snow off his jeans, and standing back to admire his snow angel. He let out a soft laugh, “Our snow angels look better so much better than whatever that thing is over there.” Dan pointed to their snowman -- or supposed-to-be snowman. It was more like one big pile of snow with buttons for eyes, a carrot for a nose, and a piece of lettuce for the mouth. Dan ‘ironically’ suggested placing a fedora on top, but fortunately, Phil didn’t own a fedora, so the snowman lacked a hat.
“That thing has a name,” Phil shook his finger at Dan. “His name is Adam, and he doesn’t appreciate you calling him ‘thing’.”
“Well, ‘Adam’ doesn’t really look like much, you’ll have to forgive me for my cluelessness.”
Phil covered the sides of Adam’s makeshift head and gasped. “He has feelings, you know,” Phil scolded Dan, before chuckling and sticking a large stick into Adam’s body as an arm. “He does kind of look like shit, though.” Phil admitted with a frown. He crossed his arms over his chest and sighed. “Do you want to knock him down?”
“No!” Dan shouted out quickly. “Of course I don’t, he’s like our...” Dan chose his words carefully. “...Our little snow child.”
“Fair enough,” Phil laughed, and adjusted Adam’s nose as it began to fall out of the loosely compacted snow. He brushed off his hands before shoving them into his pockets. “Hey, it’s kind of cold, do you want to go--” And before Phil could finish his sentence, a very large ball of snow began hurtling toward him. Phil threw out his hands for protection, and braced himself for the impact of the snowball, as the thought of ducking so the snowball wouldn’t hit him hadn’t occurred to him. The snowball flew past his hands, crumbling as it came in contact with his shoulder.
Dan snickered as the ball of snow smacked into his friend. “Oops.”
Phil scowled and bent down to scoop some snow into his hands. He packed it together into a sphere and chucked it at Dan. Dan tried to dodge the snowball, but to no avail; he failed, and it hit him in the chest.
Dan held a hand to his chest and fell dramatically to the ground, acting as though he were gasping for air. “I’ve been shot!”
Phil rolled his eyes at the younger and laughed quietly; he lent a hand out to pull him back up, but as he bent down slightly, Dan threw a handful of snow into Phil’s face.
“Oh,” Phil spit out the snow and rose an eyebrow. “Are we playing dirty now? Let’s go, Howell.”
Dan pushed himself from the snow as Phil ran quickly behind the pine tree in his garden. He kept lookout for Dan and his snowballs as he made some for himself. When he had around six or seven, he gathered them in his arms and catapulted numerous snowballs at Dan. Dan threw himself behind a bush to avoid the snowballs, but one smacked into his leg.
Dan gathered himself a group of snowballs and slung them at the older boy, aiming for his chest; he missed and the ball of snow zoomed past Phil, and slammed into Phil’s house.
Phil quickly began building a small makeshift fort to protect himself from Dan’s snowball attacks, though, it was mostly just a large pile of snow to hide behind, and less of a fort. Dan threw one toward Phil, and he ducked behind his fort.
As Dan didn’t have a snow fort, he had to settle for hiding behind their snowman friend, ‘Adam’. The snowballs Phil threw smacked into Adam’s face instead of Dan’s, for which he was thankful. Dan pushed the snow around him up into a fort when he finally got the chance, after hiding himself from almost half of Phil’s snowballs. Dan crouched behind the pile of snow, watching closely for Phil’s head to pop up from behind the snow again. Dan made another snowball whilst he waited.
Finally, Phil’s head popped up; he threw his arm back, only to find Dan watching and waiting for him. Dan yanked his arm back and hurled the snowball in the direction of the older boy. Phil ducked and the snowball flew right past him.
“Is that the best you can do?” Phil taunted playfully, and stuck his tongue out. Dan glared at Phil and chucked another at the other boy. Phil returned the favour by flinging another snowball at Dan, before ducking, letting the ball Dan had thrown escape him again. Phil smirked at Dan and cast another ball of snow toward him; it hit him in the neck, causing Dan to shiver.
“That was f-fucking cold,” Dan shivered and wiped the excess water from his neck. He gathered snow with one hand and launched a snowball towards Phil with his other. Phil didn’t have enough time to think before the snowball slammed into his body with so much force, it almost knocked him backwards. By this time, the snowballs Dan and Phil were making weren’t much of snowballs, but were more snow-lumps.
The two boys ran around Phil’s garden, laughing, and making fun of each other for how many snowballs hit or missed the other, as well as the lack of ball in their supposed ‘snowballs’. As they went on throwing the balls, their aims got better, and snowballs crashed into almost every surface of their bodies.
Phil searched the garden for Dan and found him gathering snowballs a few meters away. Phil scooped up a handful of snow and sprinted toward Dan.
Unfortunately, as Phil approached Dan, Dan wasn’t paying much attention to Phil’s doing. Dan stood up just as Phil tripped over Dan’s makeshift fort, knocking Dan back into the snow covered ground and causing them both to lose their snowy weapons. Phil held out his hands to break his fall and propped himself up over Dan.
Neither of them moved except for the steady rise and fall of their chests. They stared at each other for a moment; Phil let out a breathy laugh, and Dan returned it. Hot blushes rushed into Dan and Phil’s cheeks as they stared wantingly at each other. Phil’s eyes traveled down to Dan’s chapped lips.
Seconds passed (but they seemed like hours) as Phil’s eyes locked on Dan’s lips. Dan stared back at Phil’s, wondering what it’d be like to have them together, both of them too scared to ask. Phil sucked on his cheek, wishing for Dan to just kiss him already. He didn’t; neither of them moved a centimeter, too worried they’d somehow mess something up.
Phil broke the silent spell cast over them. “Can I kiss you?” Phil finally asked, breaking the silence as his eyes continued to stare longingly at Dan’s lips. Dan didn’t say anything, but nodded eagerly, and wrapped his arms around Phil’s torso. Phil leaned forward and connected their lips. Dan’s chapped lips were warm against Phil’s.
Dan pulled Phil closer to him. Phil was practically lying on top of Dan, his body flush against the other boy’s; their hot breaths mixed into each other’s and their noses clunked together awkwardly as they kissed.
Phil finally pulled away, and stared down at the younger boy. He rolled off of him and pushed himself from the ground. Phil let out an awkward chuckle as he held a hand out to Dan to pull him up. “Do you want to go inside and have a hot chocolate now?” He pulled Dan to his feet.
Dan crossed his arms. “I don’t know,” he said as he pretended to think about his answer. “Will there be snuggling and kisses with that hot cocoa?” He raised an eyebrow, and let out a light laugh.
“There will definitely be snuggles and kisses if you want them.” Phil beamed and held out his hand.
“And marshmallows?” Dan clarified, staring down at Phil’s hand. He didn’t take it, not yet.
“Are you kidding me, Howell? Hot cocoa without marshmallows? That’s a sin in itself!” Phil exclaimed with wide eyes and a gasp, then continued, “There will be hot chocolate, and snuggles, and kisses, and blankets, and of course marshmallows.”
Dan took Phil’s hand in his. “Then sure,” he agreed with a smile. “Cocoa me up.”
“Dan...” Phil warned with a laugh.
“What?” Dan stuck his tongue out at the older boy as they walked toward Phil’s house. “Is it strange that I get inappropriately excited by hot chocolate?”
“Yes,” Phil replied and squeezed Dan’s hand. “It is very strange.”
And so Phil pushed Dan into his house where they would later do their usual of snuggling on the sofa, watching Buffy, and drinking hot chocolate (with marshmallows) together. Oh, and possibly they’d share a kiss or two.