“For fucks sake he's not seeing my underwear.We're just going out to dinner,” Ryan bitched.
“Yeah, okay. 'Cause you two going on a date isgonna end before six the next morning? Thank God I'm bunking withKenneth now.”
“You should be happy, Furry. Otherwise you wouldhear moans and screams coming from Ryanny and his boyfriend.”
“If I kill both of them do you think I'll go toprison, Patrick?” Ryan asked.
“Yup. Then you're fucked anyways. Just go withit.”
Patrick really wasn't any help at all. There wasa knock on his door and Ryan actually flinched. He looked at thewatch on his wrist and wondered who it could be. It was only threein the afternoon.
Patrick went and answered it. He came back inwith Mark following him.
“I brought the hairdresser.” Patricksmirked.
“Jesus...ya'll are insane,” Ryan bitched as hestepped out of his pants. He grabbed the slacks Kenneth was holdingonly to have a pair of boxers shoved under his nose.
“Change them,” Brendon ordered.
“I'm not takin….Kenneth what the fuck are youdoing?” Ryan jerked forward when Kenneth pulled his boxersdown.
“There, we’ve all seen your cock - it's lovely.Now change your fucking underwear,” Kenneth told him.
Mark chuckled. “Aww, Ryan. You're gonna lookbootiful.” He cackled when Ryan blushed and flipped him off. “Doyou know I think you're the only man I know who thinks flippingsomeone off is actually like saying hello.”
“Yeah, fuck you too, Mark,” Ryan said, smirking.He jerked his clean underwear from Brendon and slipped them on. “Ishould just kick you all out.”
“Ryan, you should remember that I'm gonna be theone with a pair of clippers,” Mark murmured as he slipped his armaround his boyfriend.
“But we have your best interests at heart,”Brendon pouted. Ryan blinked and couldn't believe it-- for a momenthe saw the old Brendon in there.
“Fine.” He grumbled and grabbed the slacks. Heput them on and buttoned them, only to have Kenneth hand him abelt.
“Go get your hair cut so you won't look like awoolly mammoth,” Patrick said.
He followed Mark into his bathroom and sat downon the stool. “You don't have to do this.”
“Yeah, I do. Patrick threatened to cut me off.Dude, I'm not missing out on any sex just for you,” Mark said,grinning. “I cut his hair all the time. Get those specs off.”
Mark smiled the whole time and had his hair cutin ten minutes. It looked good. “Why am I paying four bucks for ahaircut when you can do it for free?”
“You never asked,” Mark said as he cleaned hisequipment. “He thought about you all the time, you know.”
“Pardon?”
“Phillip. He used to wonder about you. He evenran a search on you after you left Basic. When he heard that guygot killed from your unit he freaked out a little bit.”
Ryan didn't know what to say. Well, he did, butit seemed stupid so instead he just nodded. Phillip had looked forhim. He had freaked out a bit when he thought that Ryan had gottenkilled.
“He never got attached to anyone before or afteryou. He's the most professional soldier I have ever served with. Soif you're thinking he picked a boy out any other time, you would bereally wrong. I don't know what it was about you, but he reallycares.” Mark said it offhandedly. He continued cleaning theclippers. “I'm just telling you this so you know. If you hurt him,Ryan, as much as I care for you I will fuck you up.”
The way Mark said it Ryan believed him. Hecleared his throat and nodded.
“So if this isn't what you want, you tell himnow before it gets out of hand.”
Ryan nodded again and wondered what he did want.He had looked for Phillip too. He actually would ask about Phillipwhen he talked to Patrick, in a roundabout way.
He walked back into his bedroom, happy that theother three had gotten bored and vacated it. He slipped on theshirt that Brendon had picked out. He noticed a pair of bootssitting beside his bed and figured that they had been picked outfor him as well. He sighed and put them on. Having those three guyswas worse than having a sister. And Mac could be a pain in the asswhen she felt like it.
