This chapter might get a tad weird so just heads up

Phil

     I sat on the edge of Dan's bed, reading a book that he got me a few years back, but I never made time to read it. Why are you on Dan's bed? You may be asking. Well, we just got done with an intense make-out session. We had been kissing for at least 10 minutes, not realizing what time it was. He had to get his shower before the ball so he could be all nice and fancied up.
     The heard the shower water stop running, knocking me out of my thoughts. It must've been a few minutes, 5 at the most, since I last checked. I kept reading my book, trying not to notice the bathroom door open, but my eyes were to curious and my mind was wandering to places it probably shouldn't have been. There stood Dan, his fringe stuck to his face, water running down his torso, one hand to his side and the other holding up a towel to. his waist. I blushed after I realized I was staring, and looked back down at the book. 
     I heard Dan's footsteps grow closer and stop in front of me. He used his finger on this free hand to push my chin up to look up at him. I blushed even more noticing the smirk on his face.
     "Don't pretend you don't like what you see." He grinned devilishly.
     "Oh, S-sorry, I-I just-" He interrupted me with a short passionate kiss before pulling away.
     "I was kidding. Calm down." He chuckled, walking away to his closet to gather some clothes. I nodded, returning to my book.
     I felt damp arms wrap around my body. I jumped, not expecting the sudden affection. Dan nuzzled his head into the crook of my neck, his hot breath sending goosebumps down my arms. I didn't mind this. I didn't mind this at all. But one question was eating away at me;
     "Dan?" I grew courage to finally speak.
     "Hm?" He hummed in response.
     "What are we?" I'm suprised that came out clearly.
     "What do you mean?" He lifted his head up a bit.
     "I mean, relationship wise, what are we?" Again, it was clear. Maybe I was confident for once? Ha, I'm funny.
     Dan sat up and stood in front of me and pushed my book down on the bed beside me. He sat down in my lap, wrapping his legs around my waist, of course, making my face turn red, but now we were facing each other. He played around with my fringe a bit, not meeting my eyes.
     "Well, what do you want us to be?" He hummed. I couldn't tell him what I wanted him to be to me. He probably wouldn't be okay with it, and I'm not gonna risk loosing him now. I bit my lip, looking down. He tilted my head back up to look at him.
     "What do you want us to be, Phil?" He asked, his tone not changing, but I could tell he was getting annoyed. He sighed, cupping my face in his hands.
     "I know what you want, Phil. You don't have to say anything." He smiled. I sighed, glad I didn't have to say it aloud. I leaned my head against his chest and hugged him, only now realizing he was still shirtless. I mentally panicked. I messed up. It was all over now. I ruined everything. But instead of Dan pushing me away, he just wrapped his arms around me.
     We sat there for a few minutes before he pulled my chin up to plant a kiss on my lips. I leaned back on the bed a bit, placing my hand down behind me to hold me up, Dan having to do the same. My other hand was on Dan's neck, my fingers gently brushing his hair. I ran my fingers through his hair, pushing his fringe back. He bit my lip gently, pulling slightly. He returned his lips back to mine, kissing me deeply, but something was off. It was different. It was lustful. I panicked slightly. He wouldn't do that, but there was only one way I could settle it; I kissed him back, but lustfully this time. He picked up the hint quickly, pushing me down on the bed completely and balanced himself above me. His lips pulled away from mine, leaving small kisses down my cheek, then jawbone, and then neck. He lifted up a bit, examine my neck. His thumb rubbed a circle on my neck, I'm guessing where he left a hickey, or bruise. I covered my face with my hands to hide my blushing. He chuckled and peeled my hands away from my face, a small smile on his face, but this time, we was blushing as well.
     "Why are you blushing?" I tilted my head slightly. He blushed even more.
     "I'm not blushing. You are." He muttered.
     "But so are you." I grinned. He shook his head.
     "Shut up." He muttered again, a grin on his face as well. "When I'm with you and I'm blushing, don't ask why. Don't ever ask why." He was half joking, half serious. I shrugged.
     He bent down again and began placing soft kisses up and down my neck, then biting a spot he thought was good. I moaned aloud, blushing.
     "Found your soft spot." He whispered in my ear, and I could tell he was grinning. He bit my neck again, letting me moan louder.
     "Bloody hell Phil. I said don't do that." He breathed quickly.
     "I can't, ah~," He bit my neck again. "I can't help it. If you didn't want me to moan, you wouldn't be biting my neck." I rolled my eyes.
He planted another gentle kiss where he'd been biting.
     "I could do worse."