A/N: I had fun writing this! I hope you enjoy it! It starts off like "Mucho Masturbation"…I promise that it's not like that! ;) Once again, I wrote this at 4 in the morning! XD
Collins flung the apartment door open, eternally grateful to be back home.
"Angelcaaaake!" He sang…or bellowed. Whichever you prefer. " I'm hoooo-"
He stopped speaking suddenly. His eyes landed on his out-of-drag Angel, who was curled up and sleeping peacefully on their old, ratty-ass sofa. Collins nearly slapped himself on the wrist for disturbing him.
The professor set his briefcase down, whirled around and softly shut the door. His sights set on Angel, he tiptoed over to the sofa, nearly laughing at how sneaky he felt as he did so.
Angel made a soft mewing sound and shifted. He looked so peaceful and serene. Collins grinned, tilting his head.
Awwww! How cuuute!
Still, as he gazed down lovingly at his young lover, he couldn't help but feel a twinge of worry. His brow crinkled slightly with the mixed emotions he was experiencing. He crouched down to his knees, reaching out a hand to lightly touch Angel's face.
Angel giggled and swatted his hand away. He muttered something unintelligible.
Collins bent down and gently kissed him on the smooth,soft cheek.
Angel's eyes fluttered open.
"Hey, baby…when did you get home?" Angel smiled softly, his voice slightly rusty from sleep.
"Just now." Collins smiled fondly at him. Then he paused, unsure of how to continue without sounding paranoid. "How are you feeling, baby?"
The street drummer blinked. His large, soft brown eyes peering at him. Very sincere. "I'm fine, honey…how come?"
"You mean…you're not tired at all or…?"
"Huh? Oh no!" Angel giggled. "I was watching Oprah and…well, I guess I fell asleep! I'm sorry to worry you, sweetie!"
Collins sighed in relief, chuckling.
Oh, thank God!
"It's okay, Angelcake…I was just makin' sure. What was Oprah about??"
"Sexy computer age philosophy teachers who are fed up with their slacker students…" The Latino joked.
Collins laughed. "Now that's my kinda show!"
"So, are you hungry yet, baby? I could fix you something really quick…"
"Well, to be honest, right now I'm hungry for some Angelcake…" Collins growled playfully. "The only problem is that there's no room for me on the couch…"
Angel giggled, raising an eyebrow. "What do you mean? We've done it before on here…"
"Well, you're right. I guess I'm exaggerating a little. The bed is a lot more comfy and soft, though…don't ya think??"
"Yeah…I suppose you're right."
That was all Collins needed to hear. He wrapped one arm under Angel's legs, his other arm supported his back. He let out an exaggerated, playful grunt and slowly lifted Angel off of the couch. He let his knees shake and wobble…as if he was having great trouble lifting Angel's petite, slender frame.
Angel laughed and swatted Collins' lightly on the chest.
"Keep it up, Thomas…and you'll be making your own supper!"
Collins straightened up his posture and winked at him. "I'll make it up to you. I promise." Then he began sprinting to the bedroom with Angel in his arms. Angel squealed with glee and wrapped his arms around Collins' neck.
"Oh, I forgot to ask you…how was your day??" Angel struggled to get this question out between giggles.
"Meh…it was okay. It's about to get a whole lot better, though…" Collins grinned.
Angel's heart skipped a beat.
"I know the feeling, honey…"
THE END