whiterabbit1613: anderson cooper (anderson)
Title:  Pancake Breakfast (or The Mistake Anderson Made)
Series:  Anderson Cooper 360, Countdown with Keith Olbermann
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: ... the aftermath of drunk sex?
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 Anderson, Keith, and the morning after. (Anderson/Keith)

     Anderson did not know how he had ended up in Keith's bed, but the moment he woke, he had the distinct feeling that he had done something very stupid the night before. Possibly something involving alcohol.
     "Is that you, Andy?" Keith croaked, and tried to roll over. Anderson was pressed tightly to his side, however, which prevented the change in position.
     "Yup," Anderson said, somewhat miserably. "It's me." He considered getting out of bed, putting on his clothes, and getting the hell out of Keith's apartment. But he realized, in that moment, that Keith's arms were wrapped rather tightly around his waist, which would make his escape more difficult.
     "We had sex last night," Keith said, bluntly. Anderson couldn't decide if it was an expression of regret or just a simple statement of fact, meant to remind Anderson of his actions. "Really amazing sex," Keith amended after a moment, quite fervently. "Like, maybe the best sex I have ever personally had."
     "I'm... glad?" Anderson ventured.
     Keith turned his head and their eyes met. "You don't remember it, do you?" Anderson shook his head. "Shit. That means I took advantage of you."
     Anderson shrugged one shoulder. It nudged up against Keith's side. "It's okay. You're not exactly repulsive."
     "Gee, thanks." One of Keith's arms disappeared and sounds of scrambling could be heard before the hand reappeared and placed Keith's glasses on his face. A moment later he was rolling over and heaving himself out of bed. "I want pancakes. You want pancakes?"
     Several responses entered Anderson's head at once. Are you still drunk? except Keith's steps were steady, and the pinched state of his forehead was more indicative of a hangover than inebriation. Aren't you allergic to wheat? except Keith was a grown-up, so he could probably be trusted to do something to avoid it. Plus, Anderson realized, he wanted pancakes.
     Keith looked at him with a small grin. It made him look ten years younger, and Anderson suddenly very much wanted to stay -- for pancakes, for lunch, for more sex, if that was what it took. "It's not that big of a decision."
     Anderson tried smiling back. "Sure." (It made him look younger, too, though no amount of smiling could ever make his hair turn dark again.)

A/N: This is my first post here, so I'm a little nervous! Constructive criticism, comments, etc., all greatly appreciated! Thanks for reading.

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