"Adam, seriously, how many times do you need to go over that history study sheet?" Rocky whined. Adam was staying over at his house for spring break while his parents were out of town, but so far, all his boyfriend had wanted to do was study. That was not sleepover etiquette, even if it was just the first day. Sure, he understood that Adam needed to study – actually, he didn't get that part; the guy had a 4.0 GPA and he could fail this test and still get an A in the class – but he'd been flipping between books and his laptop and his notes in the floor for going on three hours.

And for the record, if he was going to study, it simply wasn't fair that he chose to do so without a shirt. Those shorts, too…. They were his running shorts, and the way Adam was laying on his stomach with his legs crossed in the air, it revealed just enough of his toned thighs and black boxer briefs to drive Rocky up the wall.

"Just a few more times," Adam promised. "I'm pretty sure I've got it, I just need to run through it a few more times to be sure."

Well, screw that! If he already knew the stuff, then there was no reason for Rocky to sit there on his bed pretending to be interested in the television. His mom had taken his brothers and sisters out to see a movie, so they were alone in the house, and he was going to take advantage of it.

With all the agility of a cat pouncing on its unknowing prey, Rocky hopped off the edge of his bed to stand with a foot on either side of Adam's hips. Crouching down low, he reached over Adam's shoulder to close the book he'd just been staring at.

He heard an indignant protest, and raised himself on the balls of his heels just enough to let Adam flip onto his back, propping himself up on his elbows. "I wasn't done with that, you know," Adam told him.

Rocky grinned innocently. "I know," he said. "But you are now."

"You know, I could just go somewhere else to study."

"No, you can't," Rocky replied.

"Is that so? And just how do you plan to stop me?" Adam challenged. There was a spark of amusement in his eyes, mixed with mischief that made for a decidedly potent expression.

But Rocky knew he was in the position of power, and shrugged. "I'll sit on you," he answered simply.

Unfortunately, Adam made the mistake of thinking that Rocky was kidding with that particular threat. As he started to flip back onto his stomach to get back to work on the papers, Rocky promptly sat his ass right on Adam's stomach. Of course, given the weight difference between the two of them in Rocky's favor, he didn't put all his weight down on his smaller boyfriend. Just enough to keep him in place and show him Rocky meant business.

"Rocky!" Adam protested, squirming to try to get loose. Nothing doing. "Get off! You're crushing me!"

With a smug grin, Rocky crossed his arms. "Make me."

He knew, the moment the words left his lips, that he really shouldn't have said that. Adam's eyebrows went up in a sort of "oh really?" sort of expression, and the next thing Rocky knew, he was being pulled forward by two deceptively strong arms. As he was flipped onto his back on the floor, Rocky thanked God he had a big room. Otherwise, that would've ended in catastrophe.

As it was, though, he was rather enjoying the view. Adam had reversed their roles, and was now sitting on Rocky's hips looking for all the world like the cat that ate the canary.

Well, Rocky just couldn't let him get away with that, now could he? Grinning, he threw his weight sideways, flipping Adam onto his back on the floor and landing flat on top of him. "Ding ding ding!" Rocky shouted. "We have a winner!" Winded, he smiled down at the equally breathless Adam. "And to the victor go the spoils."

His bounty came in the form of a kiss, as he carded his hands through Adam's gently curled hair. The younger teen had been growing it out since around the time they got their Zeo powers, and now it was just long enough to brush around the tops of his ears. That made it plenty long enough for Rocky to twist his fingers into, and he was all too happy to do so.

When the two of them broke apart, just far enough for air to pass between their parted lips, Adam smiled. "So much for studying, huh?" he asked.

After stealing another kiss, Rocky replied, "Oh, we can study if you want." His grin turned wily and mischievous. "But it isn't gonna be history."

Adam blushed at that, but he didn't succumb to Rocky's roguish charm. "What about acupuncture?" he asked.

"That…wasn't what I had in mind," Rocky replied, a little confused. "Why?"

"Because I've got a whole bunch of pens sticking into my back."

Ah…Rocky hadn't thought of that. Grinning a little sheepishly, he rolled back onto his heels and offered a hand to Adam to help him up off the floor. Out of curiosity, he glanced around at Adam's bare back once they were standing. Sure enough, there were indents where he'd been lying on some pens and… "I think you were lying on a Matchbox car," he chuckled, tracing his fingers along the reddened mark.

He wasn't expecting Adam to shiver at the touch, but it did make him smile. He still couldn't get over how ticklish his younger counterpart was. Which gave him an idea…

The moment Rocky started to tickle him, Adam let out a yelp that quickly morphed into a fit of laughter. In a matter of moments, they were both laughing like made, Adam from the tickling and Rocky from the fit Adam was throwing. Eventually, they both collapsed on Rocky's bed, laughing too hard to stay upright.

"I can't breathe!" Adam choked out through gasping breaths. He'd practically curled himself into a ball trying to get away from Rocky, but it wasn't working.

"Say uncle!" Rocky commanded. He himself was laughing so hard his eyes were welling up, but it was so worth it.

Adam lasted only a few more seconds – it was a valiant effort, though – before he let out a cry of, "Uncle!"

More than a little smug, Rocky released his captive and sat back with a grin. "You're a monster," Adam gasped, holding his sides.

"But you love me anyway," Rocky replied cheekily. Just as he was leaning in to show Adam that the feeling was mutual, though, a familiar and utterly unwelcome beep sounded from his wrist. All the air escaped Rocky's lungs in a groan, and he sulked as Adam pushed himself up.

"What is it, Zordon?" Adam asked, his wrist propped on his bent knee.

"Rangers, you're needed in the Command Center immediately!"

"Right away, Zordon," Rocky said. He had to resist the urge to groan again – this time, Zordon would be able to hear it – but stood from bed nonetheless. Adam followed his lead, wisely remembering to tug a shirt on before he came to stand beside Rocky. With a glance at one another, and a nod, the two disappeared in a flash of green and blue light.