Wow...twernt lying when that guy said "To sit alone with my conscience is judgement enough"... So of course every night I've been calling myself a lazy bum! I mean, the musical Grease was over last Saturday (I played a Greaser and I found out that I can totally rock sideburns XDD) and I've just been wallowing in the free time! Just watching Scrubs that I have all on DVD and drinking water every night! I've been so lazy that I've lost weight! XDD That sounds weird I know, but still!

Anyways, I felt like I should open up this chapter and finish at least before Friday so you guys could have a little something. There's not much here, but I'd say it's tender and a tad bit humorous! Hehe...I mean, you know how manly the boys have to be.

Does it help if I randomly tell you that I just noticed today that my hair is a somewhat of a whatchamacallit short kind of mullet? XDD I shit you not, I have a friggin' pixie mullet! I look so stupid that I just wanna punch a hole in a mountain! XDD

Forgive me, my friends? -puppy eyes-

Edgar felt something warm and wet gliding gently down the skin of his bare chest. He slowly opened his eyes, only realizing just then that he had blacked out. He looked downward, seeing himself naked and uncovered, lying on his brother's bed. His headband was hanging around his neck. A hand was slowly running a washcloth down his chest, cleansing his skin of the semen that had been the product of their brief but passionate scene moments ago.

Edgar looked to his brother, who was perched on the edge of the bed to his right, nothing remotely close to a covering anywhere on his body. He was wearing nothing but his dogtags. His eyes were cast downward to Edgar's chest, focused on his current task. Edgar wanted his brother to look at him. He wanted to be given the chance to read what lay in Alan's eyes.

Edgar drew up his hands and propped himself up on his elbows, the bedsprings creaking quietly under him. His brother's hand stilled against him and his eyes lifted to his. Edgar's breath drew in slightly, seeing the calmness and gentleness in Alan's dark eyes.

Only Edgar's quiet breath broke the silence between the brothers as they stared into one another's eyes. Edgar licked his lips and swallowed, wetting his dry throat.

Alan watched Edgar's features change slightly; his eyebrows arching upward by the slightest and his lips parting a bit further. He could sense the silent nervousness in his brother. He could see the wordless question, the unspoken request per se in his eyes.

Alan answered to it, leaning downward, his hair hanging about his face. He felt his brother's left hand reach up and place itself warmly across the back of his neck as he slanted a soft and civilized kiss to his brother's lips.

Despite the tranquility in the kiss, Edgar felt his heart pound excitedly. Their lips parted with a nearly silent smack and Edgar let out a quiet, warm breath. Alan leaned back, making Edgar's hand fall from his neck. Studying his brother's blush, he took the washcloth into his left hand.

Alan gently slid his now empty right hand up his brother's chest. His palm slid up the side of Edgar's neck and the heel of his hand stopped against the side of his jaw. His three lower fingers laid under his ear. His index finger and his thumb rested against his colored cheek. Alan gently caressed his brother's warm skin gently with his calloused thumb.

Then he leaned forward and Edgar felt his warm lips press against his forehead. His eyes widened slightly and his cheeks burned. Then Alan's lips were gone with a small, hardly audible smack and his brother stood up from the bed.

Edgar turned, and watched his brother fish his boxers from his discarded pants on the floor. "You did not just kiss me on the forehead!"

Alan turned a devilishly cocked eyebrow and a deviant smirk on his brother as he pulled on his boxers. "'Fraid I did, Eddie."

Edgar's eyebrows raised and he glared at the sound of the bullying nickname he hated. Apparently it wasn't enough that Alan had made him feel like some blushing, innocent girl by kissing him on the forehead. His brother had just added insult to injury. His brother exited the room. Edgar stammered, "H-wh-you-w-" He let out an agitated growl and jumped from Alan's bed, shoving his headband back up to his forehead. He found his own boxers and yanked them on.

He stomped into the hallway, looking for his brother, "You freakin'-" He froze when his head was clasped between his brother's hands and his headband was dragged down. Alan crushed his lips onto Edgar's forehead making sure to make an obnoxious, smoochy sound and release him with a pop. "Oh you son of a BITCH!"

Alan laughed and fled from the hallway through the living room with Edgar on his heels. Alan jumped onto the couch. Edgar dove to tackle him, and Alan's hands settled on Edgar's shoulders and he simply hopped over him like it was a game of leap Frog. Alan hopped down from the coffee table, still laughing. Edgar left the couch and heaved his weight into his brother's side, throwing his arms around his waist. With a breathy laugh Alan let out an, "Oh shit!"

And down they both went. As soon as Alan was on the floor, he reached down and hooked an arm around his brother's chest, dragging his grip loose. Alan rolled them over so he was on top of his brother. Edgar wasn't going to be bested easily. The two brothers romped and rolled across the living room floor, Alan all the while laughing with his dogtags clinking. Even when Alan bumped his head against one of the legs of the coffee table he still laughed after a little grunt.

Edgar took an iron grip on his brother's left arm and twisted it painfully behind his back, shoving him onto his stomach. Alan grunted when Edgar straddled his back, one hand at his trapped wrist and the other pressing his right shoulder into the floor. Alan turned his face to the left and the brothers panted heavily for a moment.

Edgar blew a lock of his bangs from his eye, feeling triumph swell up in him. Then from his brother's profile, a grin appeared and he laughed. Edgar's eyes widened a little and then his brows furrowed in frustration. Even in defeat, his brother had the gumption to laugh at him. Just like he always did.

"You can't even let me enjoy this, can you, you bastard?" Edgar asked lowly, reaching up and pushing his hair from his face. Alan looked up at him, and then answered, "Nope."

Edgar shook his head and reached to his headband that was hanging around his neck to push it back up onto his forehead again. "Jesus!" He cried out when he was suddenly thrown onto his back. Then he was looking up at his brother who was wearing an amused smirk in his eyes as he straddled him. His hands were clasped in Alan's and being pressed onto the floor. Alan's dogtags were hanging down between them.

Edgar scowled up at him. Alan cocked an eyebrow at him, "Nothing? No insult? Not even a bit of a struggle?"

Edgar remained silent, narrowing his eyes as he glared up at his brother. Alan tilted his head, "What about if I do this?" He leaned down.

The bastard's gonna kiss me on the forehead again!

Edgar tried to turn his head, squeezing his eyes shut, "Don't you even-" But at the last moment Alan's lips claimed Edgar's. He felt the cool metal of his brother's dogtags lying against his collarbone. He jumped lightly in his chest, but his tensed jaw muscles slackened and he let out a small breath from his nostrils. A very gentle, and pacifistic tongue pressed its way into Edgar's mouth. Edgar met it with his own tongue.

His breath drew in slightly as the tongue slid slowly from his mouth and the warm saliva slipped across his lips. Another soft kiss pressed to his wet lips and then they slowly left him. There was a small noise in his throat, sharing his pleasure and slight disappointment with the quiet room.

Alan let go of his brother's hands and he sat back. He watched as Edgar's eyes fluttered open and he looked up at him. They stared into one another's eyes for a long moment, and Edgar's heart warmed greatly against his ribs.

Then Alan took hold of Edgar's headband and thrust it back up onto his forehead. He smirked, "Well, I'll go take a shower. You get dressed and we'll head down to the shop."

He brought his feet under him and lifted himself from his brother and stepped over him. Edgar turned onto his side and looked after Alan. He heard his brother's footsteps go down the hallway, and then he heard the bathroom door close. When he heard the shower start, he looked at his watch. He raised his eyebrows, thinking that it couldn't possibly be 2:34 in the afternoon already.

He and Alan hadn't been up that late last night…

Or were we? He wondered, cocking an eyebrow to himself.