They could get caught. Though in this case getting caught is one of their phones ringing with an emergency. Phil isn't thinking about that and he certainly wouldn't say it out loud because that would be inviting Fate. Speak of the devil and so on.

It's the kind of lazy making out that almost makes Phil want to stretch out with a Scott shaped blanket on top of him and take an afternoon nap. Warm. Content. Happy. There's an undercurrent of happiness buzzing just under the surface of how turned on he is. That buzz happens a lot around Scott. It might just be his superpower.

His hands go from Scott's ass to his thighs rubbing slowly over them once, twice, before he slides his hands up his sides. Phil hesitates for a second...

And then gives into the temptation of tickling Scott on the ribs.