Chapter Text
For the first couple nights of the tour, they had travelled by bus across the US. It was nice to be back in one, interestingly enough. The bunk beds weren't too uncomfortable, and even though the adrenaline from the first shows kept them up late into the night, both of them were able to eventually fall asleep on the bus and get some rest.
And now tonight, they were finally able to stay at a hotel, since they planned to be in the city for two nights in a row.
But not just any hotel room. A single bed room.
Dan and Phil had arrived at check-in on time, their manager waiting in line to get everyone's room keys. They were each handed one, and everyone scurried away to go see their rooms. They realized, from the numbers alone, they were far away from everyone else.
They took the elevator up, suitcases in hand. Phil's WAD cap clung to his head, his sunglasses still on from outside. Dan glanced at him, taking in his form. He looked a bit tired, but still his normal, handsome self.
“Wonder how big the room is.” Phil mumbled.
Dan shrugged. “Probably average. Unless they ungraded us.”
“The person at the desk didn't seem to know us. Which is probably for the best.” He replied, his voice low, but amused.
“At least there's nothing to hide now.” Dan whispered.
Phil smiled, nudging Dan's shoulder. They stepped out of the elevator, following the signs to their room. “Of course. Still don't need any creeps waiting outside our door though.”
“God forbid they catch you in your Sonic pants. It might end up on Popcrave.” Dan mocked, raising his hand as he recited a headline. “Phil Lester of Dan and Phil wears ugly pjs in new photo.”
He scoffed, “Excuse me. They aren't that ugly.”
“Just bright.” Dan frowned.
“Maybe add some color to your wardrobe and they wouldn't look that bright, Howell.” He narrowed his eyes, lowering his sunglasses.
Dan swiped his card, opening the door and walking in. Phil followed suit, placing his suitcase down by the dresser.
It was a standard hotel room. A little desk in the corner. A dresser with a TV on top. A bathroom right as you walked in.
And one, king sized, single bed.
Was it a bit stupid to be happy about it? About how far they had come to get to this moment? Sure, they had shared one bed together literally for years, whether at home or on vacation. Hell, even sometimes when they would book double bed rooms, they would still only use one bed. But something about this, just the one bed, felt freeing.
They didn't have to hide what they were anymore. No one would question why they were in bed together. Why there wasn't a second room for the other. Why they didn't get a double bed. Because they were together. They were partners. They were dating. They were on their sold out tour literally named after what they did - hard launch.
Phil sat down on his side, flopping down a moment later. “Bed's pretty comfy.”
“That's good. Is it firm?” Dan asked, placing his stuff down on the desk.
“Not too much, thankfully.” He commented.
He nodded, snapping his fingers. “Remember that one hotel... I don't even remember what state it was in. It was during TATINOF. The bed-”
“Felt like cinder blocks. Yes. That was... so bad,” he agreed. “This one's nothing like it.”
Dan came over a second later, flopping down on his side of the bed. He shimmied his shoulders into the mattress, sighing. “Oh, I could fall asleep right now.”
“We can't. We only get an hour here and then we have to head to the theater.” Phil argued.
“How far away is it?” He mused.
He hummed back, “About twenty minutes away.”
“Then we'll be fine. I wanna take a nap.” Dan pushed his head further into the pillow.
“Didn't you want to shower?” Phil questioned.
He huffed. “I can shower at the venue.”
Phil looked up at him. “And what if they don't have a shower? Or it's weird?”
“Then I guess I'll stink for the show.” He remarked.
Phil’s head was near Dan’s hand, and he couldn’t help but reach towards it. He combed his fingers lazily through Phil's hair, which was slightly disheveled from sleep and the hat. Phil closed his eyes for a moment, humming low.
“You can't do that.”
Dan hid his smile. “Why?”
“Because I'll fall asleep.”
“We can just set an alarm. We're leaving at 12 pm. It's 11 now. Nap with me.”
Phil exhaled, standing up to switch his position. “Fine. If I must.”
He jeered playfully. “Don't make it sound like a chore. You can get your own room if it's that much of a problem.”
He quipped back. “No, no. I was here first so I’m getting this bed whether you want me here or not.”
Dan rolled his eyes. “You're being a baby.”
“I'm not!” He exclaimed, laying back down to face him.
Dan blinked up at him, opening his arm slightly. Phil narrowed his gaze, but still cuddled up in Dan's embrace.
He breathed deeply as he grew closer to him, relaxing finally.
They laid there in silence, Dan's hand lightly on Phil's hip, drawing small circles with his thumb. Phil’s hand was placed on Dan’s chest, rubbing the texture of his shirt. His lips curved into a goofy smile for a moment, and Dan snickered.
“What?”
He whispered low. “There's only one bed.”
Dan blinked. “Yeah. And?”
He glared, unseriously. “This is monumental in Dan and Phil lore, Daniel.”
“We literally share a bed at home. We literally have two. And every vacation we share one.” He stated.
“Don't rain on my parade, rat.” He poked his chest, “I know you're just as excited about this as I am.”
Dan bit back a smile, his dimple appearing. His eyes fell away from Phil’s. “Maybe…”
“You can't lie to me. It's against the law.” He whispered, his finger twirling around Dan’s hoodie string.
“Oh is it? I've already lied to you twice today.” Dan admitted, nonchalantly.
“What? When?” Phil’s mouth fell open.
“I can't say.” He shook his head. “Don't want to perjure myself.”
He jumped up, kneeling on the bed. He flipped Dan onto his back as he straddled him. “That's it, you're going to jail.”
He wiggled his eyebrow, “What's my punishment?”
Phil leaned down, kissing Dan's face quickly. Then he repeated his action, multiple times, until Dan grimaced.
“Oh God, stop. Enough! I can't take it anymore.” Dan whined, dramatically.
“This is your punishment. Take it.” He hissed back.
“So aggressive.” Dan dodged one of his kisses, grabbing the back of Phil's neck. Then he forced his lips onto Phil's, his mouth falling open in a small gasp. They both relaxed into the kiss, lazily moving their lips against each other. Phil's body slid down Dan's, until finally pressing himself fully against his frame. When he pulled back, he bit his lip, his eyes staring lovingly.
“You excited for tonight?” He uttered.
“Of course. You?” He asked.
Phil nodded, plopping his head down on Dan's shoulder and cuddling into his chest. He noted the little jump in Dan's heart as he pressed his ear closer, his own heart doing the same. Even after all this time.
Silence fell over them again, and suddenly, wrapped up in each other... they dozed off.
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Phil breathed as they stepped back into their hotel room. They had just finished yet another successful show. His body ached, his mind reeling slightly. His throat only slightly shot from all the talking he did.
Dan was right behind him, following him step for step. “I'll order the food. You go shower, stinky.”
“I don't smell that bad.” He sassed.
“You're sweaty, and I know you're gonna complain if you don't shower before the food gets here. Get in there, right now.” He pointed to the bathroom, pulling out his phone with the other hand.
His gaze lingered on Dan, a faux-glare. “And they say I'm bossy.”
“I say you're bossy. Because you are.” He emphasized.
“Shut it.” He shot back.
Dan smacked his ass as he passed, Phil barely jumping at the sensation. He walked into their bathroom, stripping his clothes off and starting his shower. He mumbled songs to himself, some from the preshow, some from the show. It all became a mashup of lyrics as he scrubbed his scalp with shampoo.
When he was done, he dried off. He peeked his head out of the bathroom, the salty smell of fries wafting through the air and making his mouth water. He rushed getting dressed, and stepped out to see Dan spreading out all of the dips he got.
“How many did you get this time?” He questioned.
“Seven.” Dan then pouted, “They were out of truffle ranch, which I will be calling the authorities about tomorrow.”
Phil grimaced. “Why does everything need to be truffly with you?”
Dan ignored him, patting the spot next to him in bed. “What do you want to watch?”
“Any new episodes of Housewives?” He suggested.
“Probably.” He looked up at him. “Apparently, they're gonna do a season of Housewives in Philadelphia.”
“Philly housewives?” He smiled, cutely. “You think any of them will be like me?”
“What, gay and annoying? No, that market is taken up entirely by you.” He deadpanned.
Phil swatted at Dan, smacking his arm. “Pass the ketchup, slut.”
Dan gasped-moaned, barely eying Phil as he picked the dip cup up and passed it to him. “Don't spill any, messy.”
“You're the one that ruined your pants the other night with soy sauce.” Phil rebutted.
“R.I.P those sweats,” he sighed. “It's gonna look like I cum black. Which is very on brand, now that I think about it.”
He chewed his fry slowly, “Can you not talk about cum while I'm eating?”
Dan blinked, looking at Phil's face. He nodded, “That's a valid request.”
They ate in silence as Phil pulled up a new episode of Housewives. They both watched intensely, eating away at the order of fries until it was gone, which really only took less than ten minutes. They cleaned up, making sure no crumbs were left behind. Then, they cozied up under the duvet, still watching the screen.
Dan leaned into Phil's side, his fingers finding Phil's hand under the blanket. He rubbed the back of his hand, getting his attention. “Should we remove that one joke in the second half of the show?”
“What one?”
“The…”
Phil read Dan’s mind. “Oh, that one? No, it got a few chuckles. Last show, it was funny. I think tonight this crowd just didn't care for it.”
“Right. I was thinking of replacing it, but you might be right.” Dan mumbled.
He grinned. “I always am.”
He pursed his lips. “No, you're not.”
“Don't sass me before bed.” Phil grumbled.
He teased, sliding out of bed. “I'll do what I damn well please, Philip Michael Lester.”
“That's it. Tour’s cancelled.” He shouted.
Dan called from the bathroom, “This is gonna ruin the tour. The world tour.”
Phil giggled, looking back at the screen. Dan came out of the bathroom a minute later. He snuggled back under, looking over at Phil. “Go brush your teeth. I want to sleep.”
“Sure.” Phil listened, going to brush his teeth. He took his contacts out, replacing them with his glasses as he walked back over to the bed. Dan was on his phone, scrolling through Instagram reels. The lights had been dimmed, the curtains pulled shut. The laptop shut and placed on the desk across the room.
A wave of sleepiness hit Phil as he got back into bed, breathing deeply.
They found themselves in the same position as before, cuddling face to face. Dan's hand on Phil's hip. Phil's hand on Dan's chest.
In the dark, it was hard to see Dan's face without his glasses. But he could see it, the little look of Dan thinking deeply. Sometimes, Phil wished he could be inside of Dan's head with him, just to see what went on up there.
Granted after sixteen years together, he kind of already knew what was happening in there.
“What's on your mind?” He whispered.
Dan stayed quiet, and for a moment, Phil thought he didn't hear him. But finally, Dan spoke softly.
“We really did it.”
Phil's heart swelled, because he knew exactly what he meant. It, being all of this. Everything that led to them finally sharing a bed, on tour together. Without fear.
He smiled. “I know.”
“Sometimes, I forget. But today it really hit me.” He breathed a sigh of relief. “Everyone was so nice.”
“They always are.” Phil rubbed his chest.
“I know.” He agreed. “I love our fans. It's just... really nice. To be known, fully. Now.”
Phil leaned his forehead against Dan's, nudging his nose with his.
Silence fell over them, and Phil could feel his eyes grow heavy. Dan leaned forward, kissing his lips. Phil barely stirred, relaxing into the kiss.
“Love you, bub.” Dan said, adoringly.
Phil hummed sleepily. “Love you too.”