"Just a little...more..." Ricky pushed himself to the very tips of his toes, arm outstretched, doing his best to reach the pan SOMEONE had decided to put on the very highest shelf in the kitchen. His fingers didn't even graze the handle. Sighing in frustration, he rocked back on his heels while puzzling out how to get himself up there.
"Ah!" Ricky let out a startled cry as he was grabbed around the waist and lifted. Looking beneath him, he saw Crash, holding him up like a feather and grinning from ear to ear. "How long were you standing there?" Ricky groaned, face blushing.
"Long enough to see you needed a hand." Crash chuckled. "I'll lean you over, and you grab it, okay?"
Nodding, Ricky stretched out his hand, easily grabbing hold of the elusive pan. He waited as he was gently lowered back to the ground.
"Thank you." he mumbled, still embarrassed about the whole situation. Imagine, needing help just to reach a kitchen shelf!
"Aw, no problem. Any chance I can get to 'witness the fitness'." Crash teased, wrapping his arms around the smaller man and giving him a quick peck on the top of his head. "What's for breakfast, anyway?"
"Any chance I could get you to eat a veggie omelet?"
"Donuts?" Crash asked hopefully.
Shaking his head and laughing a little, he said, "Compromise? How about pancakes?"
"Yes! I LOVE your pancakes!" Crash exclaimed. "I'll go get dressed while you make them, okay?" With a soft kiss to his cheek, the man was fairly running back to the bunk room to change.
Putting a hand to his cheek, Ricky snorted softly, muttering an affectionate, "Nerd."