"You did it! You actually did it!"

Phil couldn't keep the grin off his face, and Dan looked pretty damn happy too.

"Weren't you expecting that?" Dan asked, grabbing Phil's hand and squeezing it hard.

"Of course I was, but... A formal contract? In every concert? That was above and beyond what I even hoped they'd offer you."

"I know!" Dan squealed. "I can't believe it!"

Phil wrapped his arm around Dan's waist and kissed his shoulder. "So, twenty compositions? Can't say I've ever heard about those before."

Dan giggled. "Just a few things I was working on while you were out with Martyn."

"I haven't been out with him that much," Phil said, raising his eyebrows. "How'd you manage twenty?"

"I have my ways," Dan said, smiling.

Phil hugged him tighter, steering him away from the window and towards the bed. "I'm so proud of you, do you know that?"

"The fact that you've talked about nothing but how pleased you are all the way home kinda indicates that, yeah"

"Shut up," laughed Phil, pulling Dan down onto his checkered duvet.

Dan grinned. "Make me."

"Do you know how cliche that is?" Phil asked, rolling his eyes, but he still lowered his head and pressed his lips to Dan's.

Dan smiled, tangling a hand in Phil's hair and running one hand under his shirt. Phil pulled away for a second to leave a trail of tiny kisses along Dan's neck.

"Do you know how cliche it is to do this to celebrate good news?" Dan asked, his eyes closed halfway.

Phil grinned and rolled off him. "Well, if you'd rather not..."

Dan groaned. "Get over here and kiss me, you spork."

"With pleasure."

wtf why am i so bad at writing the very thing that every phanfic is almost entirely composed of