The Pantry Trespasser

Stiles gaped. He thought he could be forgiven; nobody should be forced to confront such hotness before their first cup of coffee.

Pantry God finally seemed to realize he wasn't alone, and looked over to Stiles, pale eyes widening behind his glasses. "Can I help you?"

The words jerked Stiles out of his stupor, reminding him that Pantry God was actually Pantry Trespasser. "Who are you and what the hell are you doing in my pantry?"