AN: I am SOO SOO SOO SORRY. I never thought that it would be that long until i updated and to make it worse its a crappy short one O.O I'm a horrible person! With everything that going on in life and all, BLEH. I even had to type slow because of the broken wrist D= This chapter isn't one of my favourites but necessary. Once again I'M SORRY!

Disclaimer: Once again I OWN NOTHING.

When Holland entered his room he began to strip himself of his clothing to nothing but his boxers. Deciding that a shower was needed after a few hours of lifting, heading to the aforementioned area, striping his last piece clothing, turning on the water to a luke-warm and stepping. Feeling his muscles loosen as the warm water cascades down his body and letting a content sigh, doing the usual routine. Wetting hair, shampoo, conditioner, and lathering up his body with suds, letting his thoughts wander on a certain brunette. "Hm, Renton seems to be getting better at lifting, more faster then I thought he would. Especially when no one was actually teaching him how to. Those bright blue eyes just seem to radiate happiness when he pulls of the moves correctly." Holland let a small smile creep up on his features as he rinsed off the last of the suds. Turning off the water and reaching for his towel, wrapping it around his waist and stepped out of the shower. Getting another towel from on of his bathroom drawers to dry himself off while going to look for some clean boxers. "At least they're all washed." He mused to himself.

Going over to his drawer of clothes he opened the top one and looked a bit surprised on how stuffed it actually looked, almost unable to close. "Uggghhh, I guess I should have took more time putting them in rather then just shoving them in. Whatever, re-organize that later." Carefully pulling one of the boxers out, trying to not make them explode in his face from pulling too harshly and quick. After successfully acquiring one boxer he quickly did a fully dry with the towels and slid the boxer on, pushing the drawer back in was quite a difficult task. Pushing with half-hearted attempts of pushing the contraption and still not budging. Slightly aggravated by the lack of co-operation he was getting with the pieces of wood nailed together that hold his clothes, pushing with a little more effort, but with the same occurrence that happened. Nothing. Now more aggravated pushing with A LOT more effort trying to get it to go in.

"UGH, What the hell!" Displeasure, exertion, and a bit of confusion in his voice.

A few more forceful pushes and the drawer snapped back, slightly panting now going over to his bed, plopping down on the mattress with little grace, ready for the darkness and unconsciousness of sleep to take him. A feeble knock on his door had him open one of his eyes. Remembering the earlier events of the day with Talho, he wouldn't just say "come in" because it might be Talho again and he was way too tired to put up with her. He was little more prepared this time.

"Who is it" He asked lazily.

"Uhh. It's me Renton." Came a soft reply, a bit muffled by the door.

"Mm, Coming" Slowly getting off the bed to open the door, dragging his feet along the carpet, too lazy to lift his feet. When he opened the door, he was honestly surprised….. Renton stared back at him with big pleading eyes, a pillow and the sleeping bag in his arms, and bit of a red hue on his cheeks. "He looks like a little kid that lost his dog, It's kind of adorable." He thought aimlessly. He quickly shook his head the rid of the thought.

"Uhmm. Ca-can I sleep here tonight, I know that the kids are going to do something to me when I'm asleep!" Renton rushed it out so fast the Holland's eyebrows rose to his hairline, wondering how anyone can speak that fast.

Schooling out his features from surprise of the amazing speed talk. "Uhh, wouldn't you want to see if Eureka would let you sleep in her room?"

"NO WAY! The kids sleep with her and who knows what they'll do to me if I'm sleeping in the same room?!" He all but shouted with the same rushed speed talk. "I would maybe if the kids weren't there." He quietly added.

"Uhmm." Honestly Holland's mind was a complete blank because he had been in a situation like this one before. "Okay?" The word came out of his mouth before his mind actually processed what it actually implied. "Crap, didn't mean for that to happen." But he opened the door further and moved to the side to let Renton in.

"You're actually going to let mew stay?" Renton asked incredulously, shock written all over his face.

"I guess?" Holland had absolutely no clue what he was doing.

Renton took a timid step forward not really expecting that he would be allowed to stay. He thought that maybe he would get laughed at and maybe a door slammed in his face, but never had he expected in all of his time on the Gekko that he would be able to sleep in the same room as their leader and his idol's room.

Still standing at the door with it still wide open and in a state of stupor, unknown to what had just happened, finally snapping back to reality seeing Renton standing in the middle of the room staring back at him, silently asking him where he should sleep. Chuckling to himself for dazing out like that.

"You can sleep on the couch tonight." As he went back to his bed and plopped down in the same ungraceful manner as before. Grabbing the blanket and throwing it on himself

"Okay." He made his way to the very funky looking couch and put his pillow by the armrest and let his sleeping back drape over the rest of the couch, slowly climbing onto the couch and getting ready for sleep. Holland couldn't help but peek open his eyes, but what met his eyes made his face heat up quite a bit. Renton was climbing onto the couch with his ass facing directly for Holland to see. Quickly closing his eyes pretending to sleep, feeling his heart erratically. "Why the hell am I acting like this?" He thought. Suddenly cut out of his self hating thoughts by the voice of Renton.

"Goodnight Holland….And thank you" The brunette said as he turned to face the back of the couch.

"G`night, and don't mention it." The grey-haired man tried to keep a steady voice.

As the time past and silence was almost deafening to Holland unable to sleep, now that Renton was sleeping just a few feet across from him. Still keeping his eyes closed, the only sounds in the room was the breathing of both their bodies. "Why the hell can't I sleep when Renton is in the room? It's not like he's doing anything. He's sleeping like I should be."Holland sighed. "Maybe I'll just count sheep until I get bored out of my mind and fa-"

"Holland?" Holland snapped his eyes open, terrifyingly appalled by the fact the Renton wasn't asleep yet and caught Holland's ragged breathing patterns of not being able to fall asleep.

"Yeah?" Trying to sound sleepy but failing miserably. Cursing himself mentally.

"I can't fall asleep." The brunette sounded surprisingly awake, like Holland.

"I can't either actually." The grey-haired man heard some rustling of fabrics and knew that Renton sat up, so he did the same.

"Do you….Wanna watch some TV? It might us fall asleep." The brunette offered and the grey-haired man swore he could see a small genuine smile across the brunette's face through the darkness.

"Sure, come over here and pick a channel." The grey-haired man reached over to his nightstand and picked up the remote, and turned the TV on. The brunette got up from the couch and took the pillow with him, walking over to the bed. The older man shifted back a bit so that Renton could sit down. The younger sat down on the bed with uncertainty and turned a bit to the side to receive the remote the older man was holding out. Slender fingers wrapped around the remote and for a brief second the fingers connected, the older man tensed, the younger didn't really notice the contact and retracted his arm back and started to flip through channels. Finally settling with a lifting tournament (Not really a surprise there.) the grey-haired man relaxed his muscles and settled on watching the show.

Renton was sitting cross-legged and hugging his pillow while Holland was lying on his side with his hand holding up his head, the grey-haired man wasn't really paying attention to the TV but watching the brunette's head slowly bob up and down, slowly dozing off and eyes slowly shutting closed. After watching this for just a couple of more seconds the brunette tipped to the side and fell over, very soft snores could be heard from Renton. The older man leaned over and thought "He's out cold."Looking over to the couch and then back at Renton, he sighed. The grey-haired man sat up slowly to make sure not to stir the boy, reaching out and putting one arm under Renton's neck and the other under his legs. Lifting him up slowly "Wow, he's so light." He thought, placing the younger by the pillows at the top of the bed, in the position he should be in when sleeping on a bed, covering both the boy and himself in the blanket, and laid himself down on the other side. Too lazy to get the remote from the floor to turn the TV off, he left it on, it was on low volume anyways. Closing his eyes to finally go to sleep "This isn't that bad…..It's actually….alright." As darkness and unconsciousness took him into a blissful sleep.

The grey-haired man woke to something tickling the side of his face, soft with even intervals of the same tickling feeling. Groggily opening his eyes, blinking a few more times to get rid of the blurriness, as his vision focused slightly he noticed that there was a pale porcelain looking figure in front of his face, eyes finally adjusting to the light of the day, the figure finally clicked in his head that it was Renton. "Renton?….What's he doing here?" Events of last night flooding back to his head. "Oh." Letting his eyes gaze in the boy's face. "He looks so peaceful." Reaching up to touch the brunette's cheek, letting his fingertips leave feather light touches. "It's so smooth." The brunette instinctively leaned into the touch, letting out a soft comfortable moan. Bringing his hand to go through the brunette's hair, petting the silky brown tresses. The boy stirring from sleep, quickly withdrawing his hand back, a moan of protest escaping his slightly parted lips and pressing himself more into the missing comfort of the hand, again letting another soft moan escape his lips. Realizing on what he was doing, he slowly took deep relaxing breaths.

Feeling his own body relax, the grey-haired man quietly laid in the same spot, trying to think of the best way to get off the bed and in the bathroom without causing the boy to wake. Deciding that it didn't matter as long as Renton didn't wake. Slowly pulling the blanket off and moving to the foot of the bed. Once his feet touched the floor, he tried his best to move as quickly and quietly as he could to the bathroom. When at the aforementioned destination he quickly peeled off his boxers, he stepped into the shower and turned the water on warm. Letting the artificial rain relax his tense muscle. Sighing as the massaging effects of warm rain cascading down his body. "Ugh, what am I doing? He's just a boy and I'm practically twice his age. Well the least I can do is keep it down low….Very low." Letting his thought wander as he methodically washed and cleansed his body.

Emerging from the bathroom he noticed that Renton was sitting up on the bed with a blush adoring his features and staring back at the grey-haired man. He was clad in only a towel around his waist and another draped over his shoulders, slowly drying his hair with one end of the towel. They stared at each other for a while, neither having any thoughts just a blank expression on both their face except for the red dust that coated the younger's face.

"I-I'm sorry! I fell asleep on you bed!" The brunette suddenly blurted, startling the grey-haired man and breaking the silence.

Brain still not working, standing there still drying his already dry hair. Letting the words sink in, until they finally registered to him what the words meant, the only intelligible thing he could utter was.

"Huh?"

"I'm sorry…." Trailing off and looking down at his folded hands across his lap.

"Huh?" Still not knowing what the apology was for, actually not knowing what was going on at the moment. Stuck in the endlessness of a stupor.

Silence ensued the room that the two were occupying, one sitting on the bed, eyes downcast while the other still in his stupor drying the non-existent water from his hair.

"I'm sorry." The brunette muttered softly barely audible for anyone to hear, but the grey-haired man heard it loudly In the silent room. As the words sunk, finally registering them for what they meant snapping out of his stupor.

"Oh." Realizing that his hair was no longer wet and that he was just rubbing his hair, letting his arm drop to his side. "Don't worry about it, it doesn't matter anyways." seeing that Renton really was sorry for falling asleep, (Which he didn't know why) he quickly changed the subject and turned towards the accursed drawer that held his boxers. Walking to it and reaching for his hand to pull the handle. It didn't budge. Scowling at the piece of junk and pulling again…. not succeeding in his goal.

"Hey" The grey-haired man said, keeping his eyes on the drawer.

"Y-yeah?" Looking up from his hands and looking at the older man, confusion and questions unspoken in his eyes.

"Can you help me pull this out? It's kinda stuck." When the grey-haired man thought back to last night, he shouldn't have tried to shut it close if this was what would happen.

Reluctantly Renton got off the bed and headed over to he drawer that Holland was standing in front of. Putting his hand on the handle to see if the drawer was actually stuck, He gave a weak pull and saw that it didn't budge. The brunette looked up and met ice blue eyes.

"On the count of three?" Asking for confirmation.

"Yeah, Okay…." Unsure how this would go

"One."

"Two." Both tightening their grip.

"Three!"

Pulling with all their might, they didn't have time to react as drawer flew open, neither one of them could keep hold on the now flying object. It all happened in slow motion for Holland as he watched the top drawer fly open and soar through the air right above both grey and brown hair and barely had time to register that he was falling backwards, all he could do was watch it go flying past him the everything inside flying everywhere in every direction possible. And just like that, there was a loud crash as the top drawer connected with the wall and shattering into pieces of crude wood. The former soldier found himself sitting on his backside, trying to process what just happened. Blinking just a few more time to bring his mind back in order and he was looking beside him. Renton was on his back with a pair of boxers half on his face as he stared up at the ceiling looking like he was also trying to process what happened.

"Uhhhh..That went well..I guess. You okay Renton?" Looking at the brunette as his gazed was still fixed on the ceiling.

"Uhh." Was the most intelligent he could say at the moment. Finally averting his gaze from the ceiling and looking at the man beside him, there were two things that caught his attention. One - There were boxers everywhere, and two - There were some on Holland's head. He couldn't help the laugh that was bubbling inside of him that was going to come out. Slowly the brunette sat up and chuckled at the look of pure confusion and a pair of boxers situated on a head of grey.

"What's funny?" The grey-haired man asked, not getting what was funny about the situation.

"You, you have….have…your boxers on your head, and….and your expression." He couldn't hold the laughter anymore as it bubbled to the surface and let it's song of jubilation play within the room.

Looking up and reaching up to gather the small material in his hand and bringing it to his face. Smirking when he looked at the still laughing teen. He bunched it up and threw it in his face.

"I'm not the only one who has some underwear on my head." Chuckling when the laughing stopped, the brunette reaching up and picked up the piece of cloth.

"Eww!" He gasped as he threw it in Holland's face.

"Hey!" The grey-haired man yelped and picked up another boxer lying around and threw the orange flowered boxer back in the brunettes face. With that retaliation, it started an underwear war. Rich laughter echoing past the door and right into the hall. Neither were aware of the person listening on the other side of the door. Green orbs seething with barely contained hate.

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