A/N: Super short, kind of crappy. But it felt so good writing this, anyway...
Humming contently, Collins lifted the spatula from the counter top. He eased the edge under his pancakes, flipping each one carefully. He set it down again and stood back, proud of his perfect, golden brown creations. The professor closed his eyes, enjoying the aroma of a nice, hot breakfast. He took pleasure in the satisfying sizzle that reached his ears as they cooked in the pan.
And then, he heard a new sound...a scream. His eyes snapped open.
Yes. This scream was a cute, adorable little squealing noise belonging to his lover...but it was cause for concern nonetheless.
In the blink of an eye, Collins turned away from the pan and made a heroic dash out of the kitchen. As he thundered down the hall, he became aware of the sound of the shower running, muffled behind the closed bathroom door.
He heard another shriek.
Collins reached out and gripped tightly onto the doorknob. Giving it a sharp twist, he shoved his shoulder against the heavy wood and barged into their tiny, steamy bathroom. His eyes scanned frantically for his lover...
Angel was standing in the far corner of the bathroom, shivering. A fluffy, light blue towel was wrapped around his waist. He was clutching at the material to keep it from slipping down his slender hips.
"What's the matter, Ang?" Collins carefully approached him, his face and voice reflecting concern.
"That shower...either it's possessed or it just really, really sucks..." Angel replied with a small grin, teeth still chattering. "That was one hell of a way to wake up!"
"What are you talking about?" Collins chuckled lightly. He slid an arm around Angel's thin shoulders and pulled him close, giving him a gentle squeeze. Angel leaned into the warm (and somewhat soggy) embrace.
"Well, I was rinsing off when the water went ice cold on me! Just like that!" Angel snapped his fingers for emphasis. "I didn't even touch anything!"
"My poor lil' Angelcake..." Collins muttered softly, kissing his hair. "How about I warm you up...?"
Angel grinned knowingly at the smooth, seductive tone of his lover.
"That sounds great, honey...but I have to finish rinsing my hair out..."
Collins knew he had tasted shampoo when he went to kiss Angel's hair...
But he didn't give a shit. Angel was half naked and right there beside him...and that was all he could think about.
"Mmmkay." Collins nodded, sliding his arm down Angel's body until he had a firm grasp around his waist. "Then I'll help you wash..."
Angel giggled, feeling his face grow hot.
"Well, if you insist, professor..."
That was all Collins needed to hear. He reached over with his other hand, gently tugging at the towel still wrapped around his waist.
"I'm afraid this will have to come off, Ang. Or else you can't get clean..."
"Mmm-hmmm..." Angel smiled softly and nodded, giving him permission to take it off.
Collins smirked, pressing a gentle kiss to Angel's cheek. He gave the towel one last downward tug, letting it fall to the bathroom floor.
And then, Angel's eyes flew open.
Collins raised an eyebrow at Angel's odd expression. He hadn't even done anything yet.
"Um...baby?" The professor began.
"Honey? Do you smell...smoke??" Angel regarded him with wide eyes.
Smoke? Oh, fuck...
"THE PANCAKES!!" Collins blurted out.
Damn you, Angel. Damn you and your sexy, distracting self...
THE END