Terror Twin [Def Leppard] #Wattys2016

XIII: It Could Be You

"Good morning, Stevie." Phil poked Steve in the ribs, grinning like a child when his boyfriend finally sat up with a groan.

"Go back to sleep, Phil, it's too early." Steve rolled his eyes, burying himself under the covers.

"Steph', it's Christmas. Remember?"

Phil was dying to see Steve's reaction to his new guitar. He was more excited about that than any gifts for himself.

"Fuck!" Steve suddenly leapt out of bed, throwing on his robe and hastily tying it. "C'mon, babe! You gotta open your gift!"

Steve took off down the stairs, trying his best not to eye the gigantic box under the tree; instead, he adjusted his wrapped gift so it was perfect when Phil made his way downstairs.

Phil was right behind Steve, only struggling with his robe for a moment before dashing down the stairs.

"Open yours first!" Steve grinned, plopping down on the floor. Phil rolled his eyes, flashing a playful grin at Steve.

"A'ight, fine." He laughed, standing in front of the easel. He gingerly removed the wrapped canvas from it, sitting down on the floor next to Steve, who was watching excitedly.

Phil gently began to undo the wrapping on one corner, being greeted by Steve's arm around his shoulder as he continued to tug paper off the back. Suddenly, he couldn't take it anymore, tearing the rest of the wrapping off and gasping softly.

Phil ran his finger delicately over the side of the painting, biting his lip.

Steve was watching expectantly.

"You made this yourself?"

Steve nodded affirmatively. Phil tackled him, but not before gently laying the canvas on the floor.

"Thank you so much, it's so beautiful, fuck... Let's hang it up in the bedroom, I always wanna be able to see it." Phil was rambling a bit, but Steve loved it as he loved the blazing grin that accompanied the chatter. He could never hear enough of Phil's voice. Steve blushed, hugging the smaller man close to him.

"Love you, Philly."

"I love you, too!" Phil almost shouted, turning back to stare at the painting again.

Steve was dying to know what was hidden in the box.

"Okay." Phil was pulling himself together, a glowing smile plastered to his lips. "Open yours, baby. I hope you love it."

Steve felt the anxiety building up in his gut as he tugged the box toward him; it was lighter than he expected.

Phil was covering his mouth with his hands.

Steve flashed a nervous grin at him, starting to take off the wrapping.

"Oh, shit.." Steve mumbled, recognizing the music store's logo on the box underneath. His breath caught in his throat as he tore off the rest of the wrapping, tearing into the cardboard with his fingers.

"Steve! Here, oh my god." Phil was holding back his laughter as he handed the other man a pair of scissors, which he used to deftly slice the side of the box open. Phil took them back so Steve didn't put his hand down on them, placing them on a side table.

Steve gingerly lifted the side of the box, biting his lip, eyes wide.

"Phil- holy shit, you didn't have to-"

"Just take it out, baby." Phil was grinned so wide his cheeks were burning.

Steve gently lifted the guitar out the box, running his fingers down the sleek body.

"Fuuuck." Steve practically whimpered, his eyes the size of the moon. Phil giggled as he leaned over and pressed a kiss to Steve's cheek.

"D'ya like it?" Phil asked cutely, biting his lip in pretend nervousness.

Steve rolled his eyes, placing the heavy guitar down on his lap and stroking it gently.

"Fuck, Phil. How much did this thing cost you?"

"That doesn't matter. Do you like it?"

"I love it almost as much as I love you."

"Good." Phil grinned. Steve was still staring in awe at the instrument.

"Thank you so much.. But you're not allowed to spend money on me ever again." Steve stated, trying to keep a straight face as he looked over at Phil, who only scoffed at him.

"I'm gonna shower you in gifts now just because you said that." Phil laughed, resting a hand on Steve's knee.

Steve tugged the strap for the guitar out of the box, attaching it with little to no trouble and slinging it over his shoulder. Already it felt natural, and perfect on him. He gave the strings a weak strum with his thumb, laughing when he heard how out of tune it was. He went ahead and started to tune it while Phil watched, a small smile never leaving his face.

"You're beautiful, Steve."

Steve raised an eyebrow, looking up from his new guitar, his hair falling and covering half of his face. He was only just finishing the six-string half.

"Huh?"

"You're beautiful." Phil repeated, brushing the hair off his face and staring straight into his eyes. "Fuckin' gorgeous, y'know."

Steve's entire face heated up, laughing softly.

"Look who's talkin'." He murmured, leaning over and pressing their lips together. Phil smiled into the kiss as Steve moved the guitar off his lap, making room for Phil, who gladly took the spot. Steve's hands found Phil's hips, and he noticed then how much he enjoyed rubbing them.

"You're so warm, what the fuck." Phil grumbled, snuggling in closer to Steve's amusement.

"It comes naturally, darlin'." Steve replied playfully, running his hands up Phil's back.

Phil pressed a kiss to Steve's neck.

"I'm gonna go shower, babe. Wanna spend the rest of the day watching movies?" Phil questioned, already getting up from his place on top of Steve.

"Sure, I'll go start some popcorn." Steve grinned, standing up after. Phil was sent on his way with a light smack on the behind.

Steve trotted out to the kitchen, tossing a bag of popcorn in the microwave. While it popped, he wandered back out into the living room, resuming the tuning of the guitar.

He couldn't get over how beautiful it was. He'd seen these listed for over two thousand pounds; Steve couldn't believe Phil spent that much money on a guitar.

Just a few more strings left to finish on the twelve-string neck.

Beep, beeeeep.

Stifling a groan, Steve scooted back out into the kitchen and popped the microwave open, taking out the bag with care. He plopped it on the counter, meticulously opening it.

The smell of butter and probably radiation hit Steve strongly in the nose, and he inhaled deeply, grinning. Good shit.

Phil was notorious for taking fast showers. Except when Steve was in with him, of course.

The shorter man scurried into the kitchen, smiling broadly.

"What do you wanna watch first?"

"I'm diggin' The Blues Brothers right now." Steve laughed, pouring the fresh popcorn into a large glass bowl.

"And what about Terminator after?" Phil suggested, taking the bowl and heading upstairs to their room, crunching on a piece of popcorn and leaving Steve just a couple footsteps behind.

"A'ight with me." Steve grinned, flicking off the lights as he entered their room. Steve pulled out a few videotapes, then bent down and popped The Blues Brothers into the VCR, hopping into bed and Phil's open, expecting arms right after.