NOTES: Squee!!! I'm seeing the tour of RENT on Monday! MONDAY! It's my first and likely only time seeing it onstage and I couldn't be more excited! I decided I should write a RENTfic in honor of my seeing it and this is what came of that. It's my first attempt at Collins/Angel fluff and I hope you all like it! By the way, if anyone here reads The Floor, I have not abandoned it! I've been really busy with my school musical lately. Enjoy!

Shower

Collins eased open the bathroom door and crept in, pulling his t-shirt and beanie off as he went. He didn't think he would be heard over the steady stream of water in the shower. He knew he shouldn't be doing this. Angel hated to be bothered when he was in the shower. He started to undo his belt. He knew he really shouldn't be doing this, but the naughty, mischievous, and sexy sides of himself were heavily outnumbering the obedient side of himself and he was doing it anyway. He dropped his pants. How could he not do it? He even had justifiable reasons why to do it.

One: It was his turn for the shower anyway and Angel was, frankly, being a shower hog,

Two: He just had to get Angel back for making him watch Psycho the other day,

and Three, (which was really the main reason): Angel was singing, and he wasn't singing just anything. He was singing a Disney song. A Dream is a Wish Your Heart Makes, no less. How could Collins leave him alonewhen he was being so wonderfully adorable?

After reviewing all of his reasons one more time and removing his boxers, he started for the shower. He snuck up to the curtain, Angel blissfully unaware.

"In dreams you lose your- YEEAAAAH!" Angel screamed, shrinking against the wall as Collins yanked back the curtain, imitating the screeching violins from the Psycho theme. Collins laughed as Angel's look of terror turned to a scowl. Angel folded his arms. "Thomas, what the hell do you think-"

He never got the chance to finish his sentence, for Collins had stepped into the shower, pinned Angel up against the wall, and planted a huge kiss on his mouth, his tongue playing around Angel's frowning lips. Angel quickly returned the favour, opening his mouth and locking his lips with Collins'. Collins smiled through the kiss. He knew Angel couldn't stay mad for long. They stood there for a few minutes, their eyes closed, letting the water pour down on them.

When the makeout session was over, Angel pouted playfully, draping his arms over Collins' shoulders. "That wasn't very nice," he whined.

Collins could tell that Angel was overacting on purpose. He loved it when Angel did that. It was just so lovable. "I know." He put his hands on Angel's face, rubbing his cheeks. He emulated Angel's pout. "Are you mad at me?"

Angel furrowed his brow. "Yes." After a few seconds, he beamed again. "And now I'm over it!"

Collins smiled, pulling Angel closer and sticking his nose in his close-cut hair, smelling his shampoo. "What scent is that, Ang?"

"Hm?" Angel replied, resting his chin on the professor's shoulder.

"Your shampoo. What scent is it?"

Angel pulled away a little so he could look at Collins' face. "Passionfruit," he said, pecking Collins on the cheek for good measure.

Collins laughed softly. "Baby, what you need that for? You've got the most passionate fruit you're ever gonna find right here."

Angel giggled, wrinkling his nose and holding Collins even tighter. Their arms around each other, they sank to the floor of the shower until they just sat in the rain, Angel sitting in Collins' lap.

"Angelcake?"

"Yeah?"

The professor nuzzled Angel's wet cheek. "Since I wanted the shower but you were still in it…" He paused to kiss Angel's cheekbone. "You think we could compromise?"

The drag queen smiled and kissed Collins on the tip of his nose. "Sure."

Collins slowly pulled the curtain closed.