A/N: Idea from OTP prompts on tumblr.

He tiptoed up the stairs. Determined not to be clumsy. He nudged open the door with his knee. More excited than he let on to see his boyfriends face. "One full English Sir?" Adam asked. He smirks as his boyfriend's eyes widen. He hasn't cooked him anything for a while.

"Is that for ME!" Eric gasps pointing.

Nah. It's for the homeless dog that lives under the bed. Course it's for you" Adam said raising the tray.

"You made a full English...by yourself?" Eric flicks out his tongue in disbelief.

"Course" Adam shrugs, slowly becoming intimidated by his boyfriend's stare.

"Adam..."

"Alright, your dad helped me with the eggs. But that's only cause you like them weird"

"Poached Adam. Not weird my love, poached. I'm too high class for you to understand" Eric sighs playfully.

"Still weird though" Adam whispers. He walks over to the bed completely ignoring all the crap on the floor. A huge mistake, as he trips over on one of Eric's high heels and lunges fforward. He watches Eric hide a laugh as the beans and tomatoes fly onto the bed. Splattering the quilt in splashes of summer. The toast slides against Eric's arms. Leaving buttery streaks on Eric's new sheets.

"Fuck!" Adam moans gently placing what's left on the bed, he shakes his leg and picks up the culprit. "What the? You don't wear shit this high?" He asks shaking the hell out of his foot as he gazes at the sturdy seven inch heels. "How much did those fuckers cost?"

"And you care because? I don't steal your debit card you know. I've got Anwar for that!" Eric smiles. "But are you okay? Here, put your foot on the bed hun" He asks leaning with his hands out. His boyfriend does so. He feels guilty for laughing when he sees the red scratch carved over Adam's ankle which is beginning to quickly bruise.

"Shit! let's get you a plaster!"

"Tromboner don't be a drama king. It' don't even hurt" Adam points.

"But did you see that programme, yeah? Where that girl from Essex, got a scratch picking garden weeds. She gave no fucks. She didn't even wash it and the next thing you know, she got herpes or something!"

"Herpes? Bullshit!"

"Yeah man. She nearly died! She got her leg cut off and everything. I mean...I can handle you as an amputee. But you're not dying on me!" Eric jumps out of bed frantically.

"Tromboner I'm fine, you nutter!"

"That's because we're gonna cover it and keep this dickhead clean!" Eric said scrambling for a plaster in his bottom drawer. He takes out a box he got from his boyfriend's corner shop. He takes it out, peels it off and motions to get his boyfriends leg on the bed. "Come on up you get" He proudly sticks the plain plaster on his boyfriend's scratch, and lightly rubs it to make sure it sticks.

"Thanks" Adam shakes his head, but softly kisses Eric on the cheek.

"Are you sure you don't want to go to A&E?"

"What? Piss off. I'm fine" Adam rolls his eyes at the theatrics and wiggles his foot off of the bed.

"Do you want me to...kiss it better?" Eric asks with a dramatic pause.

"Nope. But...if you're offering...there are other deprived areas of my body that you ain't kissed in a while?" Adam smirks, slowly lifting his grey T-shirt up.

"You look hungry babe. Have half of my breakfast. You know, the one that you ruined!" Eric laughs as he lifts up the plate. Hungrier now than he thought, his boyfriend picks up a poached egg. The taller boy takes a shy bite, before nestling up against Eric's body to share what's left of their breakfast disaster.