Phan: Morning Toast

Phil disliked being ill. Sure, it meant you got to lounge around all day and drink millions of cups of tea and coffee but he kept switching between feeling hot and cold and his nose ran and he just felt horrible through and through.
Groaning and then coughing, he sunk further beneath his duvet, his green university jumper still clinging to his shivering figure. He pulled the hood up and coughed into his pillow.
A light knock was heard from his door and Phil groaned into his pillow to allow the person to enter; he knew it would only be Dan and hardly cared that he would see him in this awful state.
"Aww, you not feeling any better Phil?" Dan asked in a mother's voice as he entered the room and perched himself at the end of Phil's bed.
"No," the other moaned, dragging out the word as he turned over in the bed and sniffled. He sat up and gave his eyes a rub.
"Aww Phil, look how adorable you look," Dan said with a light chuckle, reaching out to push back the hood of the jumper to reveal Phil's bed head. The older man pouted, his hands automatically reaching out to raise the hood back up over his head.
"Leave it down Phil, you look fine," Dan said, taking his pale hand and pushing the hood back down again. He brought Phil's hand down to his bed, their hands now clasped on top of the bed covers. Phil could feel his cheeks flush red but he would blame it on his man flu.
They sat there for a moment, their eyes locked and cheeks slightly pink, hands clasped upon the bed. Phil bit his lip and Dan smiled at the action.
"Get some sleep," he said, slowly removing his hand as he stood. Phil nodded and lay back down, bringing the covers over him once more as he listened to Dan leaving the room.

The smell of something heavenly drifted though his bedroom door as he blinked himself awake, sitting up and giving a stretch and then a cough. He opened his bleary eyes to see Dan entering his room with a tray of buttered toast and a glass of orange juice.
"Hey," he said with a smile as he came over and placed the tray on Phil's lap. The older man did not know what to say; this was the sweetest thing Dan had probably ever done, that he could remember anyway.
Looking up, he flashed a joy filled smile at his friend who gave a chuckle before ruffling his hair. He bent down and pressed his lips to Phil's forehead, making the other blush crimson at the contact.
As Dan drew back, but only a little, he looked deep within Phil's blue irises and gave a small smile before he leaned forward once more and pressed his lips to Phil's.
The kiss was soft, sweet and Phil felt himself kiss back happily as he reached out to place his hand at the back of Dan's neck, drawing him closer. Dan's fingers laced within the short dark hair at the base of Phil's head and pulled him close as well, their lips now smothered together.
Dan licked Phil's lips and the other parted his lips eagerly, Dan doing the same and allowing Phil easy access to slip his tongue happily into Dan's mouth; this took the brunette by surprise but he was hardly complaining.
When they finally drew up for breath Dan laughed and nuzzled Phil's nose.
"I'm going to be ill now," he said and Phil sniffled before murmuring, "Sorry Dan."
The younger boy ruffled the other's hair again and kissed him quickly, "I don't mind. It was worth it."
Dan gave Phil a wink, making him smile as he took a bite of his morning toast.
Being ill was not so bad after all.