Phillip and Terrance slept, side-by-side, in bed together, as they had for many months, almost a year. They had recently discovered that they loved eachother, though they never would admit it to their fans, of course. Or even to their mothers, for fear of being unaccepted by all. Phillip yawned and rolled over, now awake, and wrapped his arms around his lover. He blew agaist the other Canadian's neck, a usually effective way to wake him up.
"W-what?" Terrance stuttered, blinking with surprise. Phillip smirked as Terrance rolled over to face him. "Oh, it's just you..." he muttered, and Phillip laughed.
"Never fails," he commented in his Canadian accent. Terrance sighed.
"You know I was going to sleep in today, Phillip," he muttered, sitting up. Phillip remained where he lay, grinning up at Terrance.
"I must have forgotten," the blonde lied jokingly, looking up at the dark-haired Canadian. "Lighten up."
Terrance listened to his boyfriend's command to 'lighten up' and rather than making a comeback he replied by rolling over onto his hands and knees above Phillip, moving in to press a kiss to the other's lips. The blonde Canadian invaded the other man's mouth with his tongue, exploring the caverns and crevices. Terrance did the same, inserting his tongue into fellow Canadian's mouth and falling into the kiss.
Phillip pulled away after a minute or so, panting. He grinned up at Terrance, and Terrance smiled back, plopping onto the bed on his back next to the blonde.
"S'pose we should get up," Phillip commented, sitting up now with a stretch and a yawn. Terrance groaned slightly.
"But Phillip, I just laid back down," he complained, and Phillip rolled his eyes at the dark-haired Canadian.
"Get your ass out of bed or no omelette for you," Phillip threatened, and Terrance obliged, as he would rather have breakfast than sleep in. He sat up again and his partner stood, slipped his house shoes on, and headed to their kitchen. He pulled from a drawer next to the stove a skillet and then shuffled to the fridge in his slippered feet and withdrew a carton of eggs. He placed the skillet on the stove and then tapped an egg against the edge of it, then cracking the egg open over the pan successfully. He repeated the process a second time with success; omelette-cooking was one thing he had skill in when it came to things like this, as Terrance happened to like omelettes quite a bit.
Phillip turned the stove on and stood there with boredom, watching the omelette and flipping it over after a few minutes so it would be evenly cooked on either side, much like the way pancakes are cooked. After he was finished with the breakfast dish he placed it on a paper plate and headed into the bedroom to go get Terrance.
Terrance could be found sitting on the edge of the bed examining a nasty-looking cut on his ankle. Phillip noticed this and sat down next to Terrance, one arm encircling the other man's shoulders.
"Terrance, do you know where that came from?" he asked, voice full of concern. "It looks pretty bad." Terrance shook his head, looking up at Phillip.
"I don't know. It'll be fine, though, it's just a little cut..." Terrance said softly, making it obvious that for the time being he wasn't worried about it. He stood and headed to the kitchen for his omelette and Phillip followed him.
Once the two were in the kitchen, Terrance sat down with his omelette and began eating as Phillip made his own near-identical breakfast dish. Once he was done with this he headed outside to get the daily paper and brought it in, sitting next to Terrance and spreading the newspaper for them to share as they ate together in silence.
The day was, for the most part, a pretty typical day in their household. They watched TV together, mainly cop shows, because they liked to try to guess who did the crime, shared fart jokes with eachother, went on chatrooms online and stirred up their fans, and overall had a lot of fun, as usual. About lunchtime, however, Phillip had noticed Terrance limping slightly because of the cut on his ankle. They had a short argument over the matter and Phillip finally accepted Terrance's saying he was fine, though it was apparent that the blonde was still worried about his friend. He tried not to worry, however, as it was starting to make Terrance quite irritable.
That night, as they were getting ready for bed, Terrance could once again be found examining the cut. He stood, however, as he noticed Phillip coming over to him, as he didn't want to get into another fight, and pulled his red pajama pants on, sitting back on the edge of the bed and waiting for Phillip to finish getting ready.
Once the blonde was finished, he climbed under the covers, and Terrance climbed in next to him, snuggling up against his lover. Phillip pressed a kiss against Terrance's lips which Terrance accepted willingly, then pulling away after a few seconds and trailing his tongue down the side of the blonde's neck. Phillip responded to this by shuddering slightly and then pressing a kiss against the underside of his lover's chin. Terrance smiled slightly and let his hand make its down Phillip's side and to his behind. Phillip smiled back and pressed another kiss against Terrance's lips, this time open-mouthed, which Terrance recieved eagerly. The two invaded eachother's mouths with their tongues and then pulled away after a moment.
"Phillip, I love you..." Terrance breathed out, arms around his lover. Phillip nodded in agreement to the statement.
"I love you too, buddy..." The blonde pressed himself against the other Canadian, brushing dark hair out of Terrance's face.
Terrance smiled and closed his eyes, falling asleep within a few minutes. Phillip, however, lay awake, thinking about what he would do without Terrance... probably kill himself, he realized, and found himself wishing that Terrance would listen to him about that cut on the dark-haired Canadian's ankle. Phillip could tell it was probably infected and knew from experience what could happen to someone who had an infection. If Terrance didn't think anything of it, though, he'd leave him alone about it... He closed his eyes and fell asleep, curled up against Terrance, after a few minutes.