Rubbing sleep from his eyes, Collins yawned noisily as he shuffled down the hall.

Damn these midnight munchies…

Collins was a slave to his stomach. No doubt about that. A mere five minutes ago, he had jolted awake, hunger pains uncomfortably ripping him from a hot, somewhat dirty dream he was having about Angel.

Thinking about his lover caused this big, stupid grin to form on Collins' face. When he turned his head to look at him, however, he wasn't there.

Collins wasn't alarmed, though. He had figured that Angel was probably in the kitchen as well. They were on the same wavelength…Collins knew these things.

So the professor crawled out of bed, hoping to get a glass of milk in order to calm his stomach…and hoping to run into Angel.

Which brings us back to this….

Groping blindly for a light switch, Collins had just made it into the kitchen area. Sure enough, he saw the slim silhouette of Angel in front of the open refrigerator, the light from the fridge vaguely reminded Collins of something he'd seen on the 'Twilight Zone'.

"Hey, Angelcake…" He croaked fondly. "You hungry, too?"

Collins had finally switched on the light, squinting in the sudden brightness.

Angel jumped slightly and spun around, closing the fridge door in the process.

"Oh, honey….you scared me!" Angel giggled. "Yeah, actually. I was about to…"

He froze here, startled by a rather odd expression coming over Collins' face.

"Um...Thomas?" Angel tilted his head, raising an eyebrow.

Collins said nothing, his eyes huge as they raked Angel from head to toe. Angel was in his usual pajamas. Well, almost.

He was in a black tank top…

And PLAID PANTS!

"What are you wearing?!" Collins gasped. Although, he already knew that answer…because Angel was wearing PLAID PANTS!

Angel giggled, smiling shyly. "Oh, yeah. These things…I'm wearing-"

"PLAID PANTS!!" Collins squealed, running over to a somewhat stunned Angel.

"Wow! You're so enthusiastic!" Angel grinned.

"I have a thing for plaid. They are the coolest things next to bellbottoms…" Collins growled playfully, kissing Angel softly on the mouth.

Angel laughed. "Wait a minute, baby. You like plaid? I wonder what Roger would think about that….??"

"He isn't my type. Besides, his ass isn't as cute as yours…" Collins smiled seductively, reaching around to grip onto Angel's backside. Once he had a firm grasp, Collins pulled him close. This caused Angel to shiver slightly…Collins was rock hard.

"You know…" Collins purred. "I'm still hungry…for you, Angelcake."

Angel blushed a little, grinning widely. It was times like these when 'Angelcake' was not the most innocent nickname in the world….

The Latino turned around to pull open the fridge. He reached in and slowly pulled out an object. The professor's eyes widened when he saw what it was…

A whipped cream can.

Smirking, Angel shut the fridge door and slipped his hand into his lover's. He practically skipped across the kitchen, gently pulling Collins in the direction of the bedroom. Collins eagerly followed, of course.

"You know…" Collins began, barely suppressing a laugh as they made their way down the hall. "Thank God for you and your-"

Angel grinned knowingly. Like I said before, they are on the same wavelength.

"PLAID PANTS!!!" The lovers chimed together, dissolving into a fit of laughter.

THE END

A/N: For some reason, I actually LOLed when I had to repeat "PLAID PANTS" over and over again…

Oh, what the hell. Should we say it one more time?

Okay, ready? Say it with me…

One…

Two…

Three…

PLAID PANTS!!!! XD

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