Dan was thirty four.

The sky above him was a deep purple, more so than black. Bright white stars were littered across it, forming all the shapes and constellations him and his boyfriend Phil were trying to pinpoint.

"Where's Orion's Belt again?" Phil asked for probably about the millionth time.

Dan laughed at him and pointed it out again, as he always did when asked where a constellation was. Phil glanced sideways at him, hand on his chest in mock offence.

"Are you laughing at me?" he asked jokingly.

"Maybe..." Dan said, struggling to hold back giggles.

"How dare you insult the amazing Philip Lester?" Phil continued, clearly enjoying just watching his boyfriend smile and laugh.

"Like this; your face is stupid," he said, poking Phil's face while continuing to laugh.

"Hey!" Phil said, actually sounding slightly offended as he laid back down on the blanket underneath them. Just as Dan was about to apologize though, he jumped up and rolled over on top of him, propping himself up with his elbows so their faces were only inches apart.

"Better think twice next time you consider insulting Phil Lester," Phil said. He was so close that Dan could feel his cool breath hitting his face, and smell the combination of mint and coffee on his breath. "Going to apologize?"

"Sorry," he muttered, not really paying attention to what he said since he was so distracted by Phil's pale lips being so close to his face. As though the man above him could read his mind, he slowly lowered his elbows to the ground and put them around the top of Dan's head while softly connecting their lips. And so, their pleasant stargazing date turned into a wonderful make out session beneath the heavens. Not that either of them were complaining.