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It was still dark when he opened his eyes, the curtains allowing the glow of the streetlights to flow into the room and leave orange stripes along the ceiling. He shifted slightly beneath the covers and grimaced at the stickiness between his thighs, a trail of it clinging to his stomach. He felt disgusting, as he always did after doing his... job. He shook his head and looked to his right where his partner from the night before was still lying on his back, sleeping soundly.

Phil rose from lying on his front and moved slowly so as not to disturb the other still asleep. He wanted to get out as quickly as possible but the stickiness was gross beyond belief and we was not leaving in this state. He internally groaned before making his way over to the bathroom, shutting the door quietly as he hopped into the bathtub and got the shower hose, trying to make as little noise as possible.

He stared at the water going down the drain, globs of last night slithering off his body and into the bathtub at his feet. He closed his eyes, not wishing to see it as he tried to make himself feel clean again.

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Everything seemed to be cast in a pale but bright blue hue at five in the morning. The sun was hardly there, hidden behind numerous clouds, but the light that shone through bounced off the whiteness of the freshly fallen snow, illuminating the quiet streets. Dan watched as he exhaled a shaky breath, the air before him creating a puff of white mist that washed over his face as he walked towards the cafe. The snow crunched beneath his boots and he wondered idly about visiting the park before going home or perhaps visit his friends to let them know he was not dead after the party.

Any thoughts of meeting with friends or visiting the park were put on hold though when Dan stumbled upon a slumped and huddled figure sleeping on one of the many benches that littered the street. Cocking an eyebrow, Dan walked hesitantly over to the sleeping form, trying not to get too close, and leaned over to try and inspect the persons face.

Dan sighed when he recognized the sleeping form as Phil and reached out to gently shake the others shoulder. Phil batted his hand away, groggily sitting up and shaking some snow from himself before rubbing at his eyes and looking up at Dan through half opened eyes. When he saw that Dan was standing before him, his eyes widened slightly, but only just, and Dan could see the faint pink tint in his cheeks darken before Phil looked away, breaking eye contact.

“Morning,” Dan said, waving meekly before replacing his hands to his coat pockets. Phil grumbled something in reply about it being, “Too damn early,” but Dan ignored the remark as he said, “You ok?”

Phil looked up at him, regarding Dan as if he were mentally impaired before replying, “Oh yeah, I love sleeping on street benches, it’s like sleeping on a cloud, I don’t know why more people don’t try it.”

He rolled his eyes and Dan sighed again before inquiring if Phil would like to join him for a morning cup of tea and maybe a cookie or something at the cafe.

“They’re probably opening right now,” he said as he glanced at his watch before flicking his eyes to look back at Phil, “Do you want to come with me? You don’t have to, but you can if you want.”

Dan finished with a weak shrug as cold blue eyes studied him. He worried his bottom lip between his teeth and noticed Phil watch him do so before Phil glanced back up into his eyes, a thoughtful expression taking over his face.

“You really don’t want sex, do you?”

Eyebrows rising in surprise and then burying in confusion, Dan watched as Phil sighed and stood up, brushing more snow from himself as he did so. He began walking in the direction of the cafe and Dan stood rooted to the spot for a moment before he caught up with what was happening and set up a fast paced walk to catch up with Phil.

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The cafe was quite, Dan and Phil the only two in there except for an elderly couple sitting by the window drinking coffee in heart shaped mugs and a lone twenty-something-looking guy in the far corner who was reading a book and who would occasionally look out of the window and take a sip of his green tea. Phil studied them all as he took a seat in a booth by the window and waited for Dan to join him after ordering them both a cup of tea and perhaps something to eat.

When he finally came over, he was holding two cups of tea on their saucers and balancing two sandwiches and two cookies on his arms. He smiled at Phil as he came over and Phil reached out to take the food from his arms, which Dan rewarded Phil by giving him a grateful smile. Phil averted his eyes to the food before him on the table.

“So,” Dan began, sliding one of the cups over towards Phil and taking a sandwich and cookie. He ripped open the sandwich packet and took a bite from one of the slices, making a happy noise as he chewed. He swallowed before continuing, “Why were you sleeping on the bench?”

Phil groaned internally before replying, “I upgraded from the floor.”

Dan actually laughed at that, the sound bubbling up and ringing loudly in the cafe. The guy in the corner glanced at them from the corner of his eyes before returning his gaze to the page in his book. Phil tried to bite back a slight smile at being the cause of Dan’s laughter, schooling his face to be blank of any emotions.

“That’s great,” the brunette said, taking a sip from his tea and taking another bite of his sandwich. Phil decided to do the same as he opened the packet and began to eat. Dan seemed to smile at him doing so and Phil averted his gaze again to stare out the window.

“But seriously, do you not have somewhere to stay?” Dan inquired, cocking an eyebrow as he took another sip of tea. Phil mimicked him, downing most of his tea in one go. He did not like Dan asking him so many questions about his life; it was not the most glamorous life style to lead but it got him through life and that was fine. There was no reason for someone to give a shit now and try to change how he lived.

He shrugged, deciding to try the cookie; it had smarties in the dough and they tasted heavenly to his taste buds. They had been his favourite sweet as a child and it had been so long since he had last had a tube of smarties.

Feeling Dan’s gaze watching him, he realized he had still not replied to his question and he shrugged again before saying meekly, “The streets are just fine.”

Dan opened his mouth to say something again when someone entered and Phil looked over and felt his heart stop beating in his chest. One of his “clients”, a guy in his late twenties with brown hair and fair skin covered with moles and a smile that could blind you, was ordering something at the counter. Phil knew his eyes must have widened and his mouth must have dropped open because Dan was turning around to see what Phil was looking at just as the guy turned around and noticed Phil staring at him.

He smiled, grey eyes bright and reminding Phil of silver rings encrusted with diamonds and he remembered why it was he had fallen for this guy, why he had let the guy take his virginity and why they had been fuck buddies for so long. Who could say no to those eyes and that smile? The guy was practically a god and Phil could feel his heart beat faster, his breath hitching as the guy came over and stood before Phil.

“Hey Phil! Long time no see!” he said, extending his hand for Phil to shake and he did, reaching out tentatively and taking his hand in his. He avoided making eye contact with him and quickly glanced over at Dan to see him studying the both of them, his eyes roaming over the guy over the brim of his cup of tea that he was holding up to his mouth. He took a sip, brow furrowing as the guy shook Phil’s hand and continued to beam down at him.

“Man, I haven’t seen you since college! How’s life treating you?” he asked and Phil opened his mouth to say something when the woman behind the counter called his name. He looked around before looking back at Phil, giving him an apologetic smile.

“Sorry man, gotta run. Got a meeting to go to and stuff but we should catch up!” he smiles again and lets go of Phil’s hand to dash for his cup of whatever. He waves, beams another smile at them and then darts back out of the door, walking down the street and creating footsteps in his wake in the snow.

Phil watches him through the window and it takes him a moment before he can rip his eyes away from the retreating back of the person who fucked up Phil’s life to meet Dan’s curious gaze.

“So...” he begins, drawing out the syllables and Phil shakes his head, taking a bite of his cookie as he tries to hide the flush in his cheeks and stop the pounding of his heart.

Description
It was still dark when he opened his eyes, the curtains allowing the glow of the streetlights to flow into the room and leave orange stripes along the ceiling. He shifted slightly beneath the covers and grimaced at the stickiness between his thighs, a trail of it clinging to his stomach. He felt disgusting, as he always did after doing his... job. He shook his head and looked to his right where his partner from the night before was still lying on his back, sleeping soundly.

Phil rose from lying on his front and moved slowly so as not to disturb the other still asleep. He wanted to get out as quickly as possible but the stickiness was gross beyond belief and we was not leaving in this state. He internally groaned before making his way over to the bathroom, shutting the door quietly as he hopped into the bathtub and got the shower hose, trying to make as little noise as possible.

He stared at the water going down the drain, globs of last night slithering off his body and into the bathtub at his feet. He closed his eyes, not wishing to see it as he tried to make himself feel clean again.

---

Everything seemed to be cast in a pale but bright blue hue at five in the morning. The sun was hardly there, hidden behind numerous clouds, but the light that shone through bounced off the whiteness of the freshly fallen snow, illuminating the quiet streets. Dan watched as he exhaled a shaky breath, the air before him creating a puff of white mist that washed over his face as he walked towards the cafe. The snow crunched beneath his boots and he wondered idly about visiting the park before going home or perhaps visit his friends to let them know he was not dead after the party.

Any thoughts of meeting with friends or visiting the park were put on hold though when Dan stumbled upon a slumped and huddled figure sleeping on one of the many benches that littered the street. Cocking an eyebrow, Dan walked hesitantly over to the sleeping form, trying not to get too close, and leaned over to try and inspect the persons face.

Dan sighed when he recognized the sleeping form as Phil and reached out to gently shake the others shoulder. Phil batted his hand away, groggily sitting up and shaking some snow from himself before rubbing at his eyes and looking up at Dan through half opened eyes. When he saw that Dan was standing before him, his eyes widened slightly, but only just, and Dan could see the faint pink tint in his cheeks darken before Phil looked away, breaking eye contact.

“Morning,” Dan said, waving meekly before replacing his hands to his coat pockets. Phil grumbled something in reply about it being, “Too damn early,” but Dan ignored the remark as he said, “You ok?”

Phil looked up at him, regarding Dan as if he were mentally impaired before replying, “Oh yeah, I love sleeping on street benches, it’s like sleeping on a cloud, I don’t know why more people don’t try it.”

He rolled his eyes and Dan sighed again before inquiring if Phil would like to join him for a morning cup of tea and maybe a cookie or something at the cafe.

“They’re probably opening right now,” he said as he glanced at his watch before flicking his eyes to look back at Phil, “Do you want to come with me? You don’t have to, but you can if you want.”

Dan finished with a weak shrug as cold blue eyes studied him. He worried his bottom lip between his teeth and noticed Phil watch him do so before Phil glanced back up into his eyes, a thoughtful expression taking over his face.

“You really don’t want sex, do you?”

Eyebrows rising in surprise and then burying in confusion, Dan watched as Phil sighed and stood up, brushing more snow from himself as he did so. He began walking in the direction of the cafe and Dan stood rooted to the spot for a moment before he caught up with what was happening and set up a fast paced walk to catch up with Phil.

---

The cafe was quite, Dan and Phil the only two in there except for an elderly couple sitting by the window drinking coffee in heart shaped mugs and a lone twenty-something-looking guy in the far corner who was reading a book and who would occasionally look out of the window and take a sip of his green tea. Phil studied them all as he took a seat in a booth by the window and waited for Dan to join him after ordering them both a cup of tea and perhaps something to eat.

When he finally came over, he was holding two cups of tea on their saucers and balancing two sandwiches and two cookies on his arms. He smiled at Phil as he came over and Phil reached out to take the food from his arms, which Dan rewarded Phil by giving him a grateful smile. Phil averted his eyes to the food before him on the table.

“So,” Dan began, sliding one of the cups over towards Phil and taking a sandwich and cookie. He ripped open the sandwich packet and took a bite from one of the slices, making a happy noise as he chewed. He swallowed before continuing, “Why were you sleeping on the bench?”

Phil groaned internally before replying, “I upgraded from the floor.”

Dan actually laughed at that, the sound bubbling up and ringing loudly in the cafe. The guy in the corner glanced at them from the corner of his eyes before returning his gaze to the page in his book. Phil tried to bite back a slight smile at being the cause of Dan’s laughter, schooling his face to be blank of any emotions.

“That’s great,” the brunette said, taking a sip from his tea and taking another bite of his sandwich. Phil decided to do the same as he opened the packet and began to eat. Dan seemed to smile at him doing so and Phil averted his gaze again to stare out the window.

“But seriously, do you not have somewhere to stay?” Dan inquired, cocking an eyebrow as he took another sip of tea. Phil mimicked him, downing most of his tea in one go. He did not like Dan asking him so many questions about his life; it was not the most glamorous life style to lead but it got him through life and that was fine. There was no reason for someone to give a shit now and try to change how he lived.

He shrugged, deciding to try the cookie; it had smarties in the dough and they tasted heavenly to his taste buds. They had been his favourite sweet as a child and it had been so long since he had last had a tube of smarties.

Feeling Dan’s gaze watching him, he realized he had still not replied to his question and he shrugged again before saying meekly, “The streets are just fine.”

Dan opened his mouth to say something again when someone entered and Phil looked over and felt his heart stop beating in his chest. One of his “clients”, a guy in his late twenties with brown hair and fair skin covered with moles and a smile that could blind you, was ordering something at the counter. Phil knew his eyes must have widened and his mouth must have dropped open because Dan was turning around to see what Phil was looking at just as the guy turned around and noticed Phil staring at him.

He smiled, grey eyes bright and reminding Phil of silver rings encrusted with diamonds and he remembered why it was he had fallen for this guy, why he had let the guy take his virginity and why they had been fuck buddies for so long. Who could say no to those eyes and that smile? The guy was practically a god and Phil could feel his heart beat faster, his breath hitching as the guy came over and stood before Phil.

“Hey Phil! Long time no see!” he said, extending his hand for Phil to shake and he did, reaching out tentatively and taking his hand in his. He avoided making eye contact with him and quickly glanced over at Dan to see him studying the both of them, his eyes roaming over the guy over the brim of his cup of tea that he was holding up to his mouth. He took a sip, brow furrowing as the guy shook Phil’s hand and continued to beam down at him.

“Man, I haven’t seen you since college! How’s life treating you?” he asked and Phil opened his mouth to say something when the woman behind the counter called his name. He looked around before looking back at Phil, giving him an apologetic smile.

“Sorry man, gotta run. Got a meeting to go to and stuff but we should catch up!” he smiles again and lets go of Phil’s hand to dash for his cup of whatever. He waves, beams another smile at them and then darts back out of the door, walking down the street and creating footsteps in his wake in the snow.

Phil watches him through the window and it takes him a moment before he can rip his eyes away from the retreating back of the person who fucked up Phil’s life to meet Dan’s curious gaze.

“So...” he begins, drawing out the syllables and Phil shakes his head, taking a bite of his cookie as he tries to hide the flush in his cheeks and stop the pounding of his heart.