Authors' Note: To quote my partner-in-crime Shelby: YES!!! MORE!!!!!!!! MUWAHAHAHA!! Okay, I've planned this whole thing out, and it's gonna end up being six chapters long. Prolly by the end Angel and Collins are gonna end up HATING MY GUTS…(well, actually, after that last chapter, I think Collins hates my guts already…) Anywho, I hope to make a few more laughs. Let me know what you all think!!! PLEASE!!! I LOVE REVIEWS, IF I'M NOT HINTING TOO HEAVILY!!!!

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Angel spit, rinsed, then turned the faucet off. He grabbed a towel, and dried himself off before switching off the light and heading back into the bedroom.

Collins sat in bed, staring off into space, a pathetic look of forlorn dread in his eyes.

Angel sighed, and climbed in next to him, snuggling close to the teacher.

"You still mad at me, baby?"

Collins shook himself out of the daze and turned to smile warmly at his lover, reaching up to touch the caramel colored cheek tenderly.

"I'm not mad at you, my love. I was never mad at you."

Angel shot him a 'look.'

Collins blushed, and shrugged his shoulders in confession. "Okay. Maybe a smidge mad, but nothing big."

Angel giggled softly, planting a kiss on the dark brown cheek, before lying down on his side. Collins followed, laying his head on Angels' chest, listening to the soft heartbeat. For a moment, he let himself get lost in the moment, before murmuring:

"I just have no idea how I'm gonna be able to pull this off." He moaned slightly, a defeated laugh muffled against the soft fabric of Angels' pajamas. "A whole five days? Three days, I could do. Maybe, MAYBE four. But FIVE? That's almost a whole weeeeeeeeeeek….."

Angel joined in the laughter, cradling Tom against him. "I'm sorry, my love. I guess I just got so caught up in the moment that I kinda forgot there were two people who were gonna have to suffer."

Collins looked up, planting a kiss on the back of Angels' hand. "I forgive you. I mean…well, okay. When we look at this rationally, I guess it's not THAT big of a deal. I mean, this might actually have some good results. Half the time when you predict something, it doesn't turn out half as bad as you imagined it."

BIG mental kick for THAT one five days from then.

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Monday

"And it is seven o'clock! You're listening to WXYB New York, we have a typical spring morning here in downtown Manhattan, a few clouds in the morning clearing into mostly sunny skies by this afternoon, high in the lower to mid 60s'…"

Collins blinked open one eye, sleepily reaching over to hit off the alarm clock. Yuck. Monday morning. The day of hell for most teachers across the globe.

Switching off the radio, he rolled back over to see his Angel, curled up into a little ball, still sleeping peacefully. Despite what had happened back at the loft last night, Angel had the trace of a content smile lingering on his lips, and he stirred a little. Smiling lovingly, Collins reached over and pulled the blankets up closer around him, planting a small kiss on the warm forehead.

"Morning, my love," he whispered. He moved carefully, trying his hardest not to wake him, and crawled out of bed, heading for the shower.

Fifteen minutes later, he emerged from the bathroom, clean shaved, teeth brushed, and washed. Tying a terry towel around his waist, he rummaged through the closet for a work shirt.

Angel sighed in his sleep, rolling over, his eyelids fluttering open. Instantly he smiled at the sight of Tom half-dressed, and sat up in bed.

"That's a nice image to wake up to," Angel grinned, rubbing sleep out of his eye.

Collins jumped a bit, then turned around, shutting the door. He blushed, smiling shyly. "I'm sorry, my Angel. I didn't mean to wake you."

"Don't worry bout it," Angel answered, as Collins sat down on his side of the bed. He held out his arms, and Tom moved eagerly into the embrace, kissing the soft dark hair. "Howdya sleep?"

"Great! You?"

"Wonderful." He pressed his forehead against Angels' for a bit, and both men closed their eyes, nuzzling their noses together before their lips met. At first, it was just a short good morning embrace, but it wasn't long before the passion grew, and Angel was sliding down under Collins' slim form. Hands started to wander, and Angel moved to remove the towel from Collins' waist as Toms' hands deftly slid up to unbutton his loves' white pajama shirt.

Then they remembered.

Damn.

Both mens' eyes popped open at the exact same time in realization of the situation. The kiss broke, and both of them sighed, sitting back up.

"Oh yeah," Angel grumbled, buttoning his shirt back up.

Collins blushed, and laughed weakly. "Hold that thought for five days from now, okay?"

Angel giggled, and leaned in to kiss Toms' forehead. "You better get going anyway. You'll be late for your first class. We'll have plenty of time for this after we win this thing."

Collins laughed, kissing Angels' hand. "After we WIN this thing? And what makes you so sure we will?"

Angel smiled. "Oh, come on, my love, you gotta have a LITTLE bit more faith than THAT! We're strong people. I really do think we have the willpower to do this. Aside from which," he let out a small giggle, "I am NOT about to lose out to Mark, of all people!"

They both shared a laugh, rubbing noses together again. "I love you," Collins whispered, staring into the black eyes.

Angel blushed slightly, leaning in to kiss him softly. "I love you," he whispered back in a shaky breath. Another kiss before Collins' stood up, pulling on his boxers.

"I totally agree, however. This'll be easy. It's just like they say, you can do anything you can put your mind to, right?"

Angel laughed warmly, planting a kiss on Collins' hand. "Well, I hope it's not too easy for you…"

Collins paused, then flushed. "No, that's not what I meant…"

Angel giggled, then stood up, sorting out his rumpled PJ's. "I know, I know! Now c'mon, get dressed. I'll make us some coffee." He gave Collins a kiss on the forehead and a little pat on his backside before exiting out into the living room.

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Angel carefully leaned in towards the mirror, filling in his lips with a fresh coat of red lipstick. There. Finished. Contented, he closed the tube, gave his wig one last finger comb, and switched off the mirror light. As he arranged his makeup, his eyes fell on a picture of him and Collins sitting on the dresser.

Angels' heart skipped a beat at the beauty of his lover, and he gently traced the chocolate-colored face.

He loved him so much…

You have a pretty funny way of showing it, he thought to himself guiltily. Withholding sex. What the hell got into me? He still couldn't believe how childish he had acted the night before. He normally never would make such a huge decision without even discussing it with Collins first. Angel and Collins weren't just lovers. They were best friends. Neither one rarely made a decision without talking it out with the other beforehand. And especially never when it had to do with their relationship. Even though he knew Tom had forgiven him, he still felt bad.

Live and learn, he thought. So you made a mistake, Angel. Let it go. He loves you no matter what.

On the whole, he felt reassured about the situation. We can do this! It's not like we're out of control, he thought to himself. We just like to express our love for each other. Who knows, now that we're not doing THAT so much, we might even get to spend more time just having fun together. Perked, he smiled happily at the thought, before he stood up, smoothing out his dress, and walking out to the living room. He picked up his drum and shrugged into his spring coat, before walking out the door and locking it shut behind him.

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Collins smiled to himself as he unwrapped the fresh sandwich that Angel had stuck in his lunch. Like many a drag queen, Angel didn't believe in fast food places. He always said there was a bellyache waiting in every one.

Not to mention ten extra pounds. AND hips the size of Montana.

Thus, his Angel took pleasure in packing Collins many of his own homemade recipes. Not that Tom minded. Angel was actually a great cook. It was one of their favorite things to do together.

Among others, he thought wryly.

Stop, he told himself, taking a bite into the fresh turkey and cheese. It's only five days. Well, actually, now, four and a half. And you're doing just fine!

Even though he wouldn't exactly choose to be in his current situation, overall Collins wasn't worried about the bet. I mean, it's not like my Angel and I are sex addicts! In all honesty, he had been a tad insulted by Marks' comments the day before. He's making it sound like we have absolutely no life outside the bedroom.

Then again, Mark didn't even know many things about life in the bedroom.

Collins blushed and grinned, mentally tapping himself for the less-than kind thought. But it was true. Angel and Collins had many hobbies and interests they shared. Sure, sex was important, but it certainly wasn't the only thing they had in common.

We'll manage just fine, he told himself, laying his sandwich down on his desk. The unoccupied desks of his classroom would soon be filled with his 2:00 class, so he would have to finish up soon. He reached into his wallet in search of the keys to his lower drawer, and came across a series of wallet-sized pictures of Angel.

Immediately, his nose and cheeks pinkened with love and he traced the coffee-cream face with his finger. He was so lucky to have found his one true love. He knew that the moment that the two had met on that street corner that Christmas Eve.

He planted a kiss on his finger, and then touched his Angels' face, before unlatching his keys and closing his wallet. He opened up the bottom drawer, pulling out some student files that he needed to hand out to the class when they came back. He then closed the drawer, locked it, and returned to his lunch.

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"Okay, so Ang, honestly. How you holdin' up?"

Angel looked up from the magazine he was reading and raised his eyebrows, before giggling, amused. "Mimi, girl, it's only been one day! Not even 24 hours!"

Mimi grinned. "I know. My point exactly. Have you been able to resist so far?"

Angel shot her a look. "You really have no faith in us, do you?"

Mimi laughed. "I'm afraid not."

Just then, Mark walked into the room.

"Hey Angel!"

"Hey Mark, howya doing?"

"Actually, I think the more important question here is how are YOU doing?"

Angel sighed, exasperated. "Mark, I'm just fine."

"Angel! Hey! So, have you guys fucked yet?"

"Maureen!!" Angel cried. "Okay, guys, listen. I know that this whole situation is very amusing for you all, but do we have to let it get in the way of our everyday lives?"

"YEAH!"

The group laughed at their in-perfect-unison response, and Angel joined them, closing his magazine.

"No, just kiddin Angel. We'll stop buggin you about it. But…just for the record, you _ have _ been keeping your promise, haven't—"

"YES!"

Mark laughed, and walked over to the fridge to pour himself a beer. "Good. Just makin' sure."

"Guys?" Collins voice was followed by the door closing. "Is my Angel here?"

"Finally! Salvation!" Angel stood up, walking to the door to greet his lover. Giving him a big kiss, he whispered quietly: "I didn't know how much longer I was gonna be able to fend them off by myself."

Collins laughed, and pulled him close, kissing his forehead. "Yeah, I got your note back home, so I came right over. I figured you'd need all the help you can get."

"You can say THAT again." Pause. "Listen, my love, I really did just wanna say again how sorry I am for all this—"

Collins held his fingers over his lips. "It's okay. Really. Actually," he blushed deeply, "I'm actually kinda liking stringing them on like this."

"I know! It's fun, isn't it? I mean, they're under this huge impression that we're like, soooo miserable. But look at us! We're good!"

"We are!"

Angel held up his hand, which Collins high-fived.

"We are SO gonna win this thing."

"No kidding!" They kissed again and snuggled close, Angel laying his head on Collins' shoulder.

"Collins! Hey! So, how ya—"

"Spare me, Mark, I'm doing just fine. Look at us. Not the least bit put out." But his face was still rather red as he set down his bag.

Mark grinned. "You say that now. You're not even thinking that you haven't even completed one full day yet."

"Bah ba ba ba ba!" Angel held up his hands, silencing Mark. "None of this. We've already agreed that this does NOT affect our friendship."

Mark smiled and patted Angel on the shoulder. "Naw, I'm just kiddin around. Actually, I was just heading out to get us dinner, what do you guys want? And I'd make it big," he grinned, "considering the fact that neither one of you is getting any dessert tonight."

Collins' eyes widened and he went rosy red, and Angel hit Mark-hard-on the shoulder.

"Okay! Okay, okay. I'll stop now. I swear. No, seriously, what are you in the mood for?"

Angel raised one eyebrow threateningly.

"No! I did not mean it like that! Hurry and tell me what you want!"

"Fast food?" Angels' nose crinkled.

"Sorry, your highness, that's what on the menu," Mark chuckled.

Angel sighed. "Well…if I HAD to choose…I guess I could go for Subway." He looked at Collins.

Collins shrugged. "Sounds good to me."

"Cool. Be back later, okay?"

He ducked out the door, shutting it behind him.

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They headed home directly after dinner, Collins claiming that he had a rather large pile of papers to grade. As they put on their jackets, the others handed them their left over food.

"Here ya go Ang. Good luck tonight!"

Angel rolled his eyes. "JoAnnnneeee…."

"Sorry! Bye sweetie."

"Cya!" He kissed her on the cheek as Collins opened the door for him. As they exited down the hallway towards the elevators, suddenly the whole group appeared in the doorway, calling after them.

"Keep it cool!"

"You might not wanna sleep in the same bed!"

"Drink lots of ice water!"

"Cold Showers!"

Angel and Collins groaned and exchanged a helpless look.

"Don't even answer them, my love," Collins took his hand as they rounded the corner.

"Oh, trust me, I have no intention to!"

They both giggled and stepped into the elevator.

Roger watched them disappear around the corner, then shut the door, turning to Mark. "I don't know, man, they seemed pretty cool bout it."

"Roger! It's only been one day. Give it time. Trust me." He smirked cockily. "They'll crack."

They arrived home later than usual, close to 11 o'clock. They plopped down on the couch, and Angel leaned up against his loves' warm body, a drowsy sleepiness settling in.

They stayed like that for a while, eyes half closed, talking about their day, what they had done, things that had happened. When they finished it was close to midnight, and Angel pulled away gently, yawning.

"Well, I think it's time we get to bed…oh! Wait, you had papers to grade, didn't you?"

Collins smiled, leaning in to kiss Angels' face gently. "I only had one paper to grade. I just said that to get us out of there!"

Angel giggled, eyes wide. "You did?!"

Collins blushed, and shrugged sheepishly. "You go on ahead. I'll finish up and be right in."

Angel smiled, and stood up, Collins still holding on to his waist. He leaned down and gently kissed Tom. The kiss lingered for a moment, before he pulled back. "I love you."

"I love you," Collins whispered back, planting a tiny kiss on Angels' fingers. "G'night."

"Goodnight," Angel replied, looking rather flushed, then disappearing down into their bedroom.

About fifteen minutes later, Collins quietly crept into their bedroom. The light by Angels' side of the bed was still on as he quickly changed into his pajamas. Quietly, trying not to wake him, he slipped into bed beside his Angel, who was already sound asleep. He reached out and gently caressed the caramel cheek before planting a kiss on his forehead, switching off the light, and taking him in his arms for the night.

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Heh! Okay, so I didn't torture them THAT much in this chapter. However, the next one is when they will slowly (but oh so surely!) start to crack. Stay tuned and please review me and lemme know what you think!!!