prompt: Dan and Phil are both sons of rich families and are sent to ballroom dancing lessons. Because there is a shortage of girls, Dan and Phil end up as partners. Phil really doesn’t want to be there and Dan doesn’t either, but is so frustrated by the fact Phil doesn’t want to dance with him he is determined to get him to.
a/n: LISTEN I HAVE A FUCKIN REAL EXAM TOMORROW AND HERE I AM WRITING GAY SMUT I AM HONEST TRASH WHAT THE FUCK AM I DOING i’m so sorry aobut this it spiralled outta control i hope it okay ogm i ohpe i dont fail tomorrow OOPS
once again welcome to the sequel of the time i tried to write smut and chickened out so this isnt actual sex or anything but it’s just about everything else
((also ik this is on hiatus but that just means its off schedule so while this isn’t gonna be every wednesday or at least until my exams are over chapters will still occasionally pop up here and there))
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Twenty
They’ve been here just over a week, and already Dan and Phil have gathered a little collection of all their favourite places in Vienna, ranging from the wide, busy roads of the city centre, little winding alleyways with old, overhanging wooden door signs labelling obscure shops selling pipe tobacco and expensive jewellery (and more banana chocolate, much to Phil’s delight and Dan’s disgust), to the places a little away from the decorative urban surroundings; the green stretches of park with small wooden benches lining grey paths and black iron lamp posts glowing up the oncoming dusk of the evening have been personal favourites of theirs. Dan likes the park; he likes talking to Phil and watching the evening breeze comb through the branches of the trees as their hands shyly hover against each-other, both of them trying to nudge them into a gentle clasp.
They discover somewhere new every day; somewhere always a little better, a little newer and more exciting than the last.
But there’s a clear favourite between them. Somewhere no amount of parks, trees and pretty architecture could match up to.
The bridge.
“But what if-“
“For the last time, Phil, you couldn’t send a squirrel into space.” Dan shuts his eyes, having heard one too many of Phil’s astrophysical animal theories.
“Not even if it was wearing a little spacesuit?” Phil pouts, his eyes glittering with thought in the glow of the sunset which casts everything facing the west with a gentle, orange hue.
“After forcing a temperamental rodent into a suit I’d be surprised if you had any fingers left,” Dan looks at him. “their teeth are sharp as fuck.”
Phil shrugs. “Well I tell you to get your ballroom suit on and my fingers are still in tact.” His voice is outlined with playfulness as he holds his hand up, slowly waving his fingers.
Dan’s mouth hangs open for a couple of seconds. “Bastard.” He mutters, trying to hide the oncoming grin under his surrounding hair.