A/N: Ehh sorry for the late update again, I really need to start setting myself a time goal! D: I hope most of you are still awake to read this! Anyway yeah, this chapter is where things are really going to start to heat up! Hope you like it! :)

Summary: Dan is an American teenage boy living in San Diego, who goes on an exchange field trip to England. But who’s his exchange student? Read on to find out more!

DISCLAIMER: Obviously (and unfortunately) everything I have written is entirely fictional. I am not claiming Phan is real. Contains a little bit of pre-smut/naughtiness :3

“Are you not tired, Phil?” I questioned curiously after numerous rounds of Guitar Hero. He seemed so energetic.
“Not really.” He shrugged happily. “I think it’s because I’m happy to finally see you again!” He gushed, dropping the guitar hero remote down next to him and suddenly pouncing on me. My heart flipped as I giggled, gazing up at him once I had recollected my bearings, now sprawled out on the bed.
“This reminds me of the video we filmed round yours.” I mumbled hoarsely, barely able to speak over the hypnotic moment we were both sharing.
“Shall we re-inact?” He suggested, his blue eyes gleaming with suggestion.
I stiffened. I wanted to, of course. It was the one thing I wanted most in the world, and that was undeniable. But the fear of an unwanted family member walking in on us took over.
“Er-”
I was cut off by Phil’s lips on mine, as he planted several pecks on my parted lips, before pausing, and breaking the kiss to talk to me.
“Don’t you want to…?” He asked, suddenly concerned.
“No… it’s not that, Phil. You know that.” I stroked my hand down his arm affectionately as we both sat up, slightly exhausted.
“Then what is it? You can tell me.” He took my hand in his, his eyes bright and pleading.
I screwed my face with difficulty. How could I possibly tell him? What if he hated me afterwards? What if he never wanted to come back?
The worry took over my mind, as I began to feel a hot, swirling sensation in the pit of my stomach with the nerves.
“Dan?! What’s the matter?” Phil put an arm around me urgently, as I realized I must have expressed some kind of panic-induced worrying on my face.
Suddenly, our almost-intimate moment was interrupted by another opening of the door, and Adam stood by the frame. He saw what we were doing, and his eyes widened with a cross between shocked, and weirded out.
“Oh, for God’s sake!” I stood up away from Phil, shooting him an apologetic look beforehand. “You could’ve knocked!”
“Well, sorry for interrupting.” He responded, heavily sarcastic. “Anyway, it’s dinner. Come downstairs, with… erm…” He glanced at Phil, peering at him.
“Phil.” He smiled, and nodded in a friendly manner.
“Cool.” He turned his back on our bedroom, ready to go downstairs.
“Aren’t you going to say hello?” I gestured to Phil, slightly offended at his rudeness. I mean, he wasn’t the politest of people, but… still. He could at least have said hello, let alone make him feel welcome.
“Dan, it doesn’t matter.” Phil mumbled.
Adam turned round, giving Phil a sarcastic wave, and smile. “Happy now?”
“Oh, for fuck’s sake, just go downstairs.” I muttered, as he shrugged, rolling his eyes and walking down.
“Sorry about him. Just ignore it.” I turned to Phil, shaking my head.
“It’s fine, Dan. I understand.”
“Come on. Let’s get this over with.”
I could tell Phil was quite perplexed as to why it had only been the first day of introducing him to my family, and already we were arguing. That was why I envied Phil’s family so much. Up at his place, all that mattered was if he positioned the cuddly lions properly, or if he fed the goldfish. Everything was all smiles and happiness. Whereas over here, things were a little bit more complicated than that.
“Hi, boys.” My mom nodded at us, gesturing to the two free seats at the end of the dining table.
Phil followed closely behind me, and I could sense how awkward he must’ve been feeling. Even I felt awkward.
Roughly half an hour into the meal, my dad piped up.
“So, Phil, how are things in England?”
“Er- fine. Thank you.” Phil replied shyly. “H-How are things… here?”
My father glanced at me disapprovingly. “We have our moments. But nonetheless, San Diego is great, thank you.”
I glared back at him, wanting to apologize to Phil.
“More salad, Phil?” My mom offered.
“No thank you. B-but this is really nice. Thanks.” He smiled, nodding at her.
“Oh, you are polite. Why can’t you two be more like Phil?” She frowned at us, semi-seriously.
Adam tutted, and rolled his eyes, while I felt like doing nothing more than moodily pushing food around my plate.
“So.” My father cleared his throat. “Do any of you young boys have ladyfriends, yet? What about you, Phil?”
Shit.
I gave him a warning nudge under the table with my foot.
“Adam, I see you were talking to that nice girl the other day? What’s her name, Violet or something?”
Adam stiffened. “Shut up, mom. Why aren‘t you asking Dan?! He‘s older!”
She rolled her eyes, and turned to me. Oh, fuck.
“Okay then. So Dan; do you?”
I bit my lip, keeping my eyes glued to the plate in front of me. “Nope.”
“Oh for God’s sake, boy, you say that every time we ask! You need to start looking! Before you know it, you’ll be having a mid-life crisis at the age of 40 because you didn’t marry young! You need to start thinking ahead.” My father almost shouted.
I tensed, hating every word he said. He had no fucking clue.
“What about you, Phil? Are you more sensible than my son?” He turned to Phil.
Phil froze, his mouth dry of words. “I… um… n-not at the moment, Mr. Howell.”
He tutted, shaking his head. “Well, I hope you boys see sense soon. You’ll learn.”
“Finished!” I suddenly declared, standing up from the table. “Come on, Phil.”
I had to remind myself not to take his hand like I usually would’ve done. I just needed to get out of the room.
Well, at least now, after that conversation, he’d hopefully understand why we couldn’t do it in my house. And despite only knowing each other for less than a week, it would’ve probably been safer to do it in his house, and not mine. I wish we did.
I slammed my bedroom door, pressing my back up against it. “I’m so sorry about them.” I groaned, running my hands through my messed hair.
“It’s fine, Dan. Honestly. They probably just had a hard day at work, or something, right?”
He was so clueless it was painful.
“Mh. Yeah, probably.” I falsely agreed, and slid down the door to sit on the floor, hunched up against it.
“Don’t be sad.” He purred, walking up beside me and repeating his actions, so we were sitting side-by-side. He gently lifted my chin with his finger, and locked our lips together for a few seconds. “It’ll all be fine, okay? Just forget about them for now. Tomorrow we’ll be out, anyway. Looking at the city with all our friends.” He mused, making me feel slightly better.
“Yeah, I guess so…” A smile escaped my lips, as I kissed him back. I gulped, building up the courage to say something I so genuinely meant.
“I love you.” I managed to whisper after a silence, my nose rubbing against his. It was the first time we had confessed our love in person, and I could tell he was taken aback. But God, it felt right.
“I love you too.” He whispered back, his voice the same volume. I wanted to cherish this moment forever, as if we could simply stop time. I brought my hand up to gently stroke, and caress the side of his face; emitting a small shiver of pleasure from him, as he pressed his lips back up against mine.

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“Wow guys, it’s fuckin’ late. We better go!” I frowned at the time glowing from my phone screen, although I couldn’t read anything.
“Oh, not yet.” Charlie frowned.
“But my parents will freak if we’re any later, dude. It’s already… late o’clock.” I rambled, my voice slurred.
“I want to get you home, anyway, and do things…” Phil trailed off, his arms already wrapped around me, and his drunken mind taking over the control of his hands.
“Ohoh! They’re gonna be busy tonight!” Stephen shrieked, laughing.
“Hell yeah they will!” Charlie agreed, raising his eyebrows. He wrapped his arms around Stephen, eyeing him suggestively. “God, if you were my exchange student, I’d…”
“Not in public, you silly twat.” Stephen winked, and quickly kissed Charlie. He wasn’t one for displaying public forms of affection, not even after about 6 glasses of wine.
Charlie whined, nuzzling his head into Stephen’s chest.
“No, right, we gotta go okay.” I stood up, only to overbalance and almost embarrass myself in front of everyone we knew.
Phil steadied me, although he wasn’t much better himself. “See you tomorrow, everyone.” He murmured as they all stood up to say goodbye.
“Bye, sweet cheeks.” Charlie pulled me in, pecking me drunkenly on the cheek, as Stephen did the same. We stumbled round the circle of everyone who had also had too much to drink, before turning to the door and almost falling out.
“Oh fuck, man. That was a good night.” Phil breathed, his arm clumsily round my shoulder.
“I know. Do you think the city looks nice?” I asked him randomly, staring up at the buildings, illuminated with night-time.
“Yeah. I don’t get why you don’t like it, Dan. It’s beautifuller than Manchester.” He rambled, his sense of grammar slipping away.
“Shh, don’t talk about why I don’t like it. It’s a… secret.” I whispered, pressing my finger up against his lips. He smiled lazily, and gently bit my finger.
“Rawr.” He growled suggestively.
“Phil, I wanna get home.” I whined, my feet hurting already with clumsy walking.
“Me too. I wanna fuck you.” He admitted bluntly, making me giggle. I had never seen him so vulgar.
“Mhm…” I half-smiled, pecking his lips. “Come on, let’s get home.”
After what seemed like a lifetime, we finally made it inside, as quietly as we could without waking anyone, or falling up the stairs.
“Get changed, and meet me in your guest room. There’s a double bed.” I half-whispered, my voice gravely and speech slurred.
I tugged my shirt and pants off tossing them to the corner of the room. I threw on a plain grey t-shirt and tracksuit pants, not bothering to make an effort. They were going to come off, anyway.
“You ready?” I invited myself into his room anyway, not waiting for any approval from him. He was just finishing putting on a loosely fitting blue shirt, ruffling his hair in the mirror.
“I’ve been ready ever since I first met you, you twat.” Phil grinned playfully. I rolled my eyes at him, turning off the main light, and switching on the warm, dim glow of the bedside lamp. If we were quiet, we would be fine.
“Come here.” He whispered in a very low voice, his eyes suddenly deep with romantic attraction that I suddenly felt. He wrapped his arms around my slender waist, and walked me backwards a few steps, before pushing me up against the door. Without hesitation, he immediately went straight for my lips. I kissed him back, releasing the tension that had been building up all evening. Our lips worked together perfectly, barely stopping for air. He combed his fingers through my hair, tilting his head and deepening the kiss with his mouth. I opened my lips slightly, my hand ghosting over his neck, and down his back, pulling him up against me.
“Phil…” I moaned with need, my tongue escaping my lips and gliding against his lower lip. My teeth tugged at the skin of his lip, biting and sucking, until he granted my permission, and let my tongue slip into his mouth.
We fought for dominance, our tongues colliding in a hot mess of passion. He broke the kiss, and worked his way down to the hypersensitive skin of my neck.
“Ugh…” My breath hitched in my throat in response to the sensation. He was so much less innocent than what he would’ve usually been like if he was sober. It was as if there was a completely different animalistic personality trapped inside him, only released out after he had too much alcohol. And I think I preferred this personality.
“You’re so fucking hot.” He growled, pulling me off the wall and gently pushing me down onto the bed, never breaking lip contact. He began fiddling with the bottom of my t-shirt; tugging at the hem, before giving up with resistance, and pulled it off my body completely. I repeated his actions, until we were both shirtless, and breathless.
“You okay?” He breathed deeply, staring down at me and moving my fringe out of the way.
“Yes. Now get the fuck back on me, now.” I ordered, craving his touch as I was beginning to get so hard to the point of nearly painful. Immediately, the kiss became a lot more heated than it had previously been, as he began grinding his hips up against me, causing delicious friction between us.
“Oh, Phil.” I moaned out in pleasure, as he grinned down at me. I think he knew I had never done this with another significant male before, so all the more reason to show off his skill.
We began to go further, taking it slowly, and passionately. We both wanted this, our first time, to be a memorable experience for both of us.

We hadn’t yet caught sight of my father; who was standing by the slightly open door, rooted to the spot in complete and utter shock.