Off

Written for the Loving Swats May 2011 Breakfast in Bed Drabble Challenge

Sitting on  the table, Tim cast an appraising eye over Rob's form as he slid eggs from the pan.

Rob gestured for Tim to shift. "Off. You want to take this back to bed?"

"Nope. Just you."

Discarding his plate on the bench, Rob walked over to stand between Tim's knees, claiming a kiss, pushing him backwards as he did so.

"Shit!"

Tim leapt up, smacking his head on Rob's chin, as his backside caught the edge of his own plate, tipping its hot contents against his pants.

 Hand pressed to his face, Rob pointed at Tim's jeans. "Off. Bed."