"Oh, Angeeeeeeeeeeel…." Collins crooned teasingly, leaning over the back of the couch to peer over Angel's shoulder. "Whatchya doin'? Anything special?"
If not, you can do me instead…
"Just reading this book, dear." Angel muttered absently, turning the page. "It is fascinating! I think you'd like it…"
"Do you know what I'd really like right about now??"
Angel stopped reading, grinning to himself. He recognized that special 'horny tone' in Collins' voice.
"Thomas, is it okay if we wait for a few minutes? I'm just really not in the mood right now. I mean, I just feel like relaxing and this book is-"
"But, Angel…" Collins pouted. "I'm horny right now!"
Angel giggled…he'd been reading the same sentence over and over again.
"Well, do something about it. In the meantime, I'd like to get to the next paragraph…"
Collins buried his face into Angel's shoulder…into the soft fabric of his sweater. He breathed in his scent. This caused Angel to giggle some more.
"But it's just lonely and boring without you, Angelcake…"
"Do you wanna sit next to me, then? There's room for more than one person on this couch, you know…"
Collins straightened up, a huge smile on his face.
"Hell, yes!!"
"Not for that, though. Not yet…" Angel rolled his eyes.
Immediately, the grin disappeared from Collins' face. His shoulders slumped…
"Well, then…what's the point? The temptation is just too great…"
Angel sighed, turning his attention back to the text.
"It's not the end of the world, honey. Just let me finish this chapter. Honestly, there's more to life than making love…"
"There is???" Collins raised an eyebrow, staring at the back of Angel's head.
Not looking up or away from the page, Angel shook his head slightly…his slim shoulders shaking with laughter.
Grumbling something unintelligible, Collins turned his back and shuffled his way into their dinky kitchen area. His mind was racing. To be honest, he was surprised by the sudden surge of ideas he was getting….he was surprised he was able to think at all. After all, most of the blood in his body was going straight to his…
Think, man! You've got a genius IQ, for God's sake! How will you get Angel into bed…?
Collins felt like Dr Evil. Finally, a brilliant idea came to him. An idea inspired by Angel, actually. Collins smirked.
Angel, you're a fucking genius!
Back in the living room area, Angel was innocently reading the book. Being completely engrossed in the story, he was unaware of a grinning Collins coming up behind him. Something was obviously hidden behind the professor's back.
"Hey, Angelcake…"
Angel jumped at his lover's creepy, whispery tone.
"Yes, Thomas??"
Wordlessly, Collins brought the object out from behind his back and held it out…directly in front of Angel's face. The Latino lowered his book and looked up…
It was a rather large, glass jar of honey.
Now, Collins couldn't see Angel's face…but he knew the reaction was positive. Angel's stiffened body posture gave it away. He grinned triumphantly to himself…
If Angel agrees to this, we've got to try the chocolate syrup next!
"So…" Collins began. "What do you say…?"
The teacher ended his question with a loud, startled yelp. With lighting speed, Angel had tossed his book to the floor, turned around, reached over with both hands and yanked Collins over the back of the couch by his shirt. It was a fucking miracle that Collins was actually able to hold onto the jar.
Finding himself laying on top of Angel before he could even blink, Collins was shocked. In a good way, that is.
Talk about 'When Angels Attack'!
"Holy fuck!" Collins breathed.
"You can say that again, professor!" Angel grinned, quieting his lover with a deep, passionate kiss.
THE END
A/N: Peanut butter, strawberry jam, whipped cream, honey, chocolate syrup…what will they think of next?? XD