He stepped into his room to see Dan, still in his towel, rifling through his suitcase. He stood there for a moment, taking in his flatmate's dripping hair, body, tanned skin, and...

"Dan?"

Dan whipped around so fast his towel almost fell off.

"Oh, uh, I, uh, need a t-shirt." He stammered, whilst closing the suitcase, a small clear bottle just visible as the top slammed down.

"A t-shirt. Damn you."

"Huh?"

Dan stood, Phil's face crashing into his lips parted, the kiss deepening. Phil ran his hands through Dan's hair, still wet from the shower. They stumbled backward onto the bed, towels subtly slipping. Dan looked into his bright blue eyes.

"P-phil..."

"I l-love you Dan," he said, pulling him closer.

"I love you too, Phil."

Dan looked at Phil, then down at himself, then to Phil's suitcase, then back to Phil.

"One last birthday present then?" he said, winking.