It was nearing three o'clock when the Red and White Rangers reached their campsite, a small clearing at the top of a medium-sized rise. Tommy let his backpack slip from his shoulders with a grateful sigh, deposited it right next to the coolers and tent, and while he worked the kinks out of his back muscles, he looked around appreciatively. One edge of the clearing looked out over the area they'd just climbed, giving them a fantastic panorama over the foothills through to the sparkling blue band of the ocean on the horizon, where it blended nearly seamlessly into the sky. The path they'd used disappeared in the grassy carpet covering the whole clearing, right up to the bank of a small, trickling brook that widened into a small pool right before the treeline on the other side. It wasn't really big enough for swimming, but would do for a quick dip to refresh themselves. There were bright, sunlit patches for warming up after being in the mountain-cool water, shady areas to rest in when the warmth of the day got to be too much, smooth rocks at the pond's edge to sit and fish, or simply watch the quick silver torpedoes dart around ... all in all, it was as close to perfect as either teen could have wished for.

Still slightly winded from their hike, Jason and Tommy didn't lose too many words as they chose a likely spot to put up their tent, a red-and-dark-green dome that blended in surprisingly well against the background of mottled-green foliage. Tommy hadn't seen Jason's tent before, and the colors earned Jason a small grin and a raised eyebrow, but the dark-haired young man just shrugged. They worked in companionable silence for a while, hoisting their supplies up into a tree to keep them safe from wandering wildlife, pumping up a kingsize air mattress that barely fit the bottom of the tent and generally making themselves at home.

When they were done, they washed up in the brook, and broke out some food; they'd only munched on fruit and sandwiches on the way, but while Jason gnawed hungrily on a chicken leg, Tommy only bit half-heartedly into his. Finally, he wrapped up the remains of his meal, packed it, took a can of soda and wandered over to the edge, leaning against a tree and staring out across the valley. Jason watched his best friend concernedly, but gave him his space; he quietly finished his own food, cleaned up for them both, and drank his fill from the clear pond. At last, he thought it was time to break the silence. True, they had planned this trip for some time anyway, but due to Zedd's interference, they had acquired another agenda ... and time was running out on them.

Butterflies dive-bombing in his stomach, Jason walked quietly up to the lonely figure silhouetted against the sky. He tried not to notice the still-bared smooth belly, the long legs, gently-rounded butt or the softened profile, but couldn't help himself; it had been at the back of his mind ever since they'd started their trek.

"Tommy?" he called softly, not wanting to startle his friend. He didn't get an answer, but a slight inclination of his head showed Jason that Tommy had heard him.

"Tommy, I ..." Jason had to clear his suddenly-constricted throat. "Bro, I don't want to rush you or anything, but it's a quarter to five ... you know what Billy said ..."

The Blue Ranger had given them a deadline that would be reached in about thirty minutes.

"Yeah."

Jason sighed. He knew, or thought he did, that the situation was very hard on his friend, but it wasn't exactly a picnic for him, either. While he'd dreamed of having sex for the first time like any other normal teenaged boy, he'd always thought it'd be with a girl he'd fallen in love with. If anything, he'd pictured it'd be slow, gentle, a bit more romantic, a natural progression of growing intimacy with someone, not like this - being out here in the forest, in the middle of nowhere and doing it as a calculated move to reverse a fiendish spell. It would be having sex instead of making love, and that seemed ... wrong, somehow. And although Jason certainly felt deep affection for Tommy, his best friend who was now a girl - a startlingly attractive girl - he couldn't help but be nervous. Which was only normal, he supposed, but still ...

"We have to start sometime," Jason said quietly, trying not to sound pushy.

"I know," Tommy admitted. He didn't turn around, though. "I just wish I knew where ... or how."

For an instant, Jason was at a complete loss. On the drive up to the mountains and during their hike, he'd sort of obsessed about the actual act of having sex for the first time with anyone - the images in his brain had involved two naked bodies writhing together in their tent, humping and moaning like he'd seen it at the movies, but he'd never given a moment's thought about how they'd actually get into that state.

"Well, uh ... " the Red Ranger frantically cast about for a solution to this conundrum. Finally, something presented itself.

"Why don't we start the usual way?"

"What's usual about this?" Tommy asked, gesturing at himself. "And what is the 'usual way', anyway?"

Jason grinned fleetingly, acknowledging the slight barb, but feeling slightly more secure the longer he thought about it.

"I mean, maybe I ... we just ought to kiss first. That is how most people start, isn't it?"

"How would I know? I've never done this before!"

"Neither have I, actually."

"Oh." Jason's calm admission took the wind out of Tommy's sails quite neatly. Instead, his anxiety increased. What if he couldn't go through with this? So far, he'd only thought to find a friend willing to help him, and he was truly grateful that his Bro had agreed to be there for him. But now that the situation was on hand, it was about the hardest thing he'd ever done to meet Jason's dark, compassionate eyes and take the next step - something he had to do if he ever wanted to get his own body back. Swallowing hard, hoping his best friend couldn't see how plain scared he suddenly was, he nodded.

"Okay."

Jason tried to smile reassuringly, but a strange mixture of bashfulness and excitement robbed him of speech. Instead, he crossed the last couple of feet separating him from Tommy and lifted a tentative hand to a cheek gone pale under its tan, trailing his fingertips down the soft skin. Absently, he noted that his hand was shaking slightly. When Tommy didn't draw back, just looked at him wide-eyed and just a little warily, Jason grew bolder. He touched the dark hair and on an impulse, removed the rubber band confining the shoulder-length strands in Tommy's trademark ponytail, loosening them until they gently framed the anxious face. They felt oh-so-smooth and silky, and that made it very easy for Jason to cup Tommy's face between both palms and lower his lips to the closed mouth. Their eyes held each other steadily. Just as the first whisper-gentle contact occurred, though, Tommy finally couldn't hold back anymore. All the shock and strain he'd been under since he'd discovered what Zedd had done to him at last reached the saturation point and boiled over. Before Tommy could stop himself, he burst into laughter that was more than slightly hysterical.

Startled, Jason jumped back.

"I ... I'm sorry, Bro," Tommy wheezed between gasps of laughter. He was nearly doubled over with unreasonable mirth. "This ... this is ... heehee ... just too ... f-funny ... hee ...."

"At least one of us thinks so, then," Jason replied, turning away so that Tommy wouldn't see just how much his outburst stung.

"Oh man, you should've seen your face ...!" The White Ranger was still snickering, and Jason stiffened. He had no doubt he'd looked about as ridiculous as he felt right now, but did Tommy have to rub it in? The heat burning in his cheeks didn't help matters, either.

"I thought you wanted to get your own body back," he said as calmly as he was able, but try as he might, he couldn't keep the hurt out of his deep voice. "If all you can do is laugh, this won't work."

Tommy tried to stifle his giggles, but it took him a while. Still panting slightly, he slowly straightened, holding his aching stomach muscles with one arm pressed across his middle. Once he felt he could speak again without breaking into a new fit of laughter, he tried for a casual tone. It wouldn't come.

"I'm okay now," he ventured. Jason wouldn't look at him. Sighing, and by now beginning to regret his attack of the sillies, Tommy reached out and touched his best friend's shoulder in a gesture that had become natural for the two of them almost from the start. To his surprise, he felt tension in the broad back, and started to realize that this wasn't as easy for Jason as he'd made it look by his ready acceptance when he'd asked for his help.

"Jase, I'm sorry," Tommy apologized softly. "I wasn't laughing at you, really I wasn't."

That brought the Red Ranger around again, and Tommy was slightly shocked to see how hurt the midnight-dark eyes looked. There was a wariness in them that he'd never noticed before, and it made him feel quite ashamed. He blushed.

"I'm sorry," he said again, wishing he knew of another way to express his genuine regret. "It's just ... the whole thing just crashed in on me, I guess. I really like you, you know that, you're the absolute best, but I never thought ..." Tommy was groping for words and couldn't find any, but as always, his friend seemed to understand - even without hearing it expressed verbally. Jason gradually relaxed again and summoned a small smile.

"I know. It's like that for me, too. But, we don't have another choice. You don't."

"Right," Tommy sighed, feeling better now that the tension between them had eased again. "You ... you think we could maybe try again?" Before Jason could answer, he added with a tiny grin, "I promise not to laugh again."

Jason opened his mouth for an indignant reply, thought better of it and released his pent-up breath in a slow hiss. "You'd better not," he growled half-seriously, and without thinking threaded his arms around Tommy's waist and pulled him close. Surprised, Tommy rested his hands on the broad shoulders and looked up into the suddenly-glittering eyes.

Both teens realized in the same instant that they were actually embracing each other and froze. The moment spun out for a seeming eternity, then it was Jason who broke the impasse with a small joke.

"Once more, with feeling," he murmured, startling a grin out of Tommy, and before either could have second thoughts, laid his lips with gentle pressure against Tommy's.

The bespelled young man stood stock-still as he felt Jason's mouth cover his own, but when nothing more happened, he slowly relaxed. After several seconds, Jason drew back slightly, searching the brown eyes, and when he found only surprise, gradual acceptance and slight curiosity in the chocolate depths, lowered his head once more. This time, he began to nibble at the soft lips, teasing them open with ghost-like little licks and stabs of his tongue. Jason watched Tommy's eyelids flutter closed and followed suit, concentrating instead on the taste and feel of the person he held in his arms. Soon, everything else became irrelevant but to explore the smooth contours, wanting to delve deep into the warm moisture he knew lay hidden behind the velvety entrance. When Tommy finally relented and opened to his gentle demand, Jason moaned softly in his chest as he started to lose himself in pure sensation.

Tommy felt more than heard Jason's moan, and it reverberated through his mouth, sending slight electrical chills deep into his own body. For a while, all he could do was accept the gentle claiming, feeling Jason's tongue swirl leisurely inside his mouth. Tentatively, he reached out with his own oral organ, and as soon as he twined himself around Jason, all else fled. There was nothing else as the two drank of each other, tasting, seeking, learning what made the other sigh and shiver. Without noticing it, they moved closer, until their bodies were pressed tightly against each other and their blood began to heat up, stirred by the dance of their tongues.

When finally Jason withdrew from the delights Tommy's mouth offered him - only because his lungs were screaming for oxygen, not because he wanted to - he opened his eyes again and smiled lazily when he saw the flush staining the smooth cheeks. Tommy fluttered his own lashes open and caught that smile; inexplicably, it made his breath hitch in his throat. A soft moan escaped him as Jason kissed him again, briefly but thoroughly, and the pleased chuckle that generated made his insides coil with excitement. Breathless, he hid his face in the crook of Jason's neck, hiding his flustered expression. The two Rangers stood like that for a long while, just holding each other in a tight but undemanding embrace.

Gradually, Tommy became aware of his surroundings again; somehow, during their kiss, Jason had managed to bring him up against the tree behind him, and the rough bark at his back was a welcome contrast to the smoothness of Jason's chest he could feel through the thin t-shirt. It felt incredible to nestle against the hard, sculpted plane, and Tommy experienced a sudden desire to remove the twin barriers of cloth separating his flesh from the warm skin of his soon-to-be lover. Briefly, he wondered if it felt like this for Kimberly when he hugged her, and shivered at the thought. Jason's strong arms tightened instinctively around him, and Tommy shifted his position minutely. The slight movement brought his lower body into contact with Jason's jeans-clad hips, and Tommy's head snapped up, startled, when he could feel the hard ridge behind the stone-washed denim.

"I think we won't have to worry anymore whether we can do this, do we?" Jason asked huskily, thrusting his pelvis suggestively against Tommy's softness. The low, sensual tone, accompanied by another slow, deep kiss made Tommy moan again, and he didn't protest as one large hand crept up from his bared waist to stroke very gently around the outside of his breast. He felt a pleasant ache as his nipple contracted almost immediately into a hard knot of desire.

"I ... I think I need to lie down," Tommy sighed when Jason placed his palm over one heaving mound, simultaneously moving his mouth down his neck. The teasing nip at his earlobe made him giggle again, but this time it was because of mounting excitement, not hysteria. His knees did feel decidely wobbly when Jason released him at last. Thankfully, his hand steadied him as the dark eyes sparkled into his own.

"No problem, Bro," Jason rumbled, his own breath not quite steady. "Do we stay here, or do we get into the tent?"

"Um ... inside, I think." Tommy blushed. For some reason, he wanted - needed - the privacy their small dome offered. "I know it doesn't really matter, but ..."

"It's okay, Tommy," Jason soothed, drawing the other close once more. "We'll be more comfortable there than on the ground, anyway." It wasn't the only reason, but it sufficed, and Tommy was grateful for his best friend's understanding. Together, the two Rangers crossed the clearing and, after taking off their hiking boots and socks, crawled into the waterproof structure.

Once inside, Jason and Tommy stretched out on their sleeping bags, protected from the hard ground by the large air mattress covering most of the floor. Suddenly shy, they were facing each other without touching, but Tommy snuck a glance at Jason's lap and noticed with a small thrill that the erection he'd felt minutes ago was apparently undiminished. He knew his own nipples were as hard as Kimberly's had ever been when they'd been necking, and the thought of his petite girlfriend brought a dejected sigh to his lips.

"What?" As always, Jason was picking up on his mood.

"Nothing," Tommy tried to dismiss his friend's concern, but a look into the dark eyes told him he wouldn't get away with it.

"It ... it's Kim," he finally admitted. "I can't help wondering how she's taking this. I mean, it's weird and ..."

"Don't, Tommy," Jason interrupted him. At his questioning glance, the Red Ranger continued. "Don't think of her now. I know how much she means to you, but we'll never pull this off if you let yourself be distracted by Kim."

Jason was right, Tommy knew. Reluctantly, he nodded and averted his eyes, trying to compose himself. To his surprise, Jason rolled over and pulled him against his chest. Wrapping his arms around the slender but still-strong back, he started to stroke and pet the tensed muscles.

"It's okay, Bro. We'll be okay. We have to. I'm not letting Zedd win, and I'm willing to do everything I can to help you through this." He lifted the head with its long brown locks up and gazed earnestly into the chocolate eyes. "I'm with you all the way, Tommy. Always. Whatever it takes."

"I know. Thanks, Bro," Tommy murmured, deeply touched. Without thinking, he reached up around the strong neck and drew Jason into a grateful kiss. For some reason, the action, so inconceivable only this morning, didn't seem unnatural at all.

It was the right thing to do. As Jason instinctively took control, Tommy gradually yielded, and soon both teens relaxed into each other's arms, letting increasingly pleasurable sensations sweep them away into desire.

Within minutes, they'd reached the state of excitement they'd been in when they'd decided to relocate into their tent. With their bodies pressed full-length against each other, there was no way they could miss the signs of arousal both displayed, and when they parted for air, both were breathing hard.

"Shall we continue where we left off, then?" Jason asked his friend as he freed a hand from the slender waist and trailed a fingertip over a soft, flushed cheek, circling the moist lips and wandering further down the smooth column of Tommy's throat to the buttons holding his off-white shirt closed. He started to toy with the top one, not yet slipping it through the buttonhole while his look held Tommy's, asking silently for permission to proceed. He received it through a tiny nod, and sensed that Tommy was holding his breath expectantly as he slowly opened first one, then another and yet another button, until he reached the knot Tommy had tied in his shirttails earlier. The edges of the shirt gaped slightly but didn't reveal more than a gentle slope of roundness; nevertheless Jason felt his heartbeat soar as he picked the knot open somewhat clumsily.

At last, it was done. Raising his eyes once more towards Tommy's, Jason saw his friend was biting his lower lip almost hard enough to draw blood. He leaned over and teased the white teeth back with a very gentle, undemanding kiss. Soothing the bruised mouth with his own, he gave what reassurance he could.

"Relax; I'm not going to hurt you."

The husky whisper sent tingles all through Tommy.

"I know; I'm just a little nervous, is all."

"Me too," Jason admitted with a slight smile. "I told you, I've never done this before either. But, we'll take this as slow as you want."

"What if I want it fast?" Tommy couldn't stop saying. He regretted the facetiousness as soon as he'd said it, but a quick glance showed that Jason didn't take offense.

"If that's what you want, it's fine by me as well."

"Nnnooo ... slow is okay," Tommy decided after a moment's deliberation. While a part of him was jabbering 'get it over with, get your body back, get out of here', another part savored the languorous pace Jason had set, and that part won. Applying his martial arts training and relaxing his tense muscles, Tommy smiled at Jason, unconsciously seductive. "I think I like slow."

"Then slow it is," Jason acquiesced readily and bent once more to kiss the invitingly parted lips. As his tongue enticed Tommy's into a sensuous duel, he slipped his hand underneath the shirt's fabric. He encountered an incredible softness that was everything he'd ever dreamed of, and he let his fingers wander, learning by touch alone the shape of the rounded swell that fit his hand so perfectly. At long last, Jason released Tommy's mouth, smiling reassuringly, and let his eyes stray towards the treasure he'd uncovered.

"Oh, wow," he breathed.

It was the first time he'd ever looked at a naked female breast, outside of the occasional glimpse of a girlie magazine or a movie, and the sight took his breath away. Almost reverently, Jason hefted the smooth globe, marvelling at the experience which sent a fresh surge of blood into his already-hard cock. He squirmed slightly, trying to release the pressure against his strained zipper, and gingerly touched the small brown peak at the tip of that heaving mound. Distantly, he heard Tommy suck in a surprised breath, but he was too mesmerized by the tightening of sensitive tissue under his questing fingers as that little kernel of flesh visibly hardened and rose, tempting him beyond his ability to control. Following ancient instinct, he lowered his head toward the enticing point. Pressing his lips carefully against the satiny skin, he started to nibble, dimly aware that Tommy had started to tremble, then drew the throbbing tip into his mouth.

The White Ranger closed his eyes and moaned blissfully as the wonderful moist heat surrounded him. When Jason started to lick, then suckle at his nipple, he arched up as if to offer himself, aware of nothing but that exciting tugging that spread from his breast down into his belly, causing an insistent ache between his legs. Tommy's head began to swim as Jason moved to his other side, and he felt himself grow wet as his desire rose.

For a minute or two, Tommy tried to analyse the differences he was experiencing; he was used to feel his own arousal as an insistent pressure in his groin that thrust outward, wanting to be stroked and called forth. Now, possessing a girl's body, he felt himself opening inwardly, an empty chasm forming between his legs that itched-yet-didn't and wanted - no, needed - to be filled. Fortunately, he knew exactly what, and who, could fill that aching yearning. Burying both hands in Jason's short, spiky hair, he lifted his friend's head from its hungry feasting. The dark eyes glittered with desire in the dim light inside the tent, and Tommy heard the short, gasping breaths with delight. Smiling sensually, he arched upwards again, rubbing his exposed breasts against Jason's shirt.

"Take my clothes off," he panted.

"Are you sure?" Jason asked, but at the same time was already pushing the white shirt down the slim shoulders.

"Yes. I need to feel you against me," Tommy confessed, impatiently tugging the red tee out of Jason's jeans. Within seconds, the two teens had stripped each other. Clothes were flung haphazardly into corners, and only when there was not a stitch left between them did they pause to really look at each other.

Jason saw a tall, slender girl lying before him, gorgeous breasts that were neither too big nor too small heaving even as the hard tips made his mouth water to taste them again. With an effort, he moved his eyes further south, sweeping over the dip of a slender waist towards the slight flare of hips, and from there towards that mysterious triangular patch of brown curls that already glistened with moisture. Irresistibly drawn to it, the muscular teen reached out with a not-quite-steady hand and cupped the mound with his whole hand. His cock twitched as the heat rising from the hidden folds seared his palm.

Tommy, for his part, drank in the sight of his best friend kneeling next to his prone body. It wasn't the first time he'd seen Jason naked, by no means; they'd showered together often enough, after all, and had undressed in each other's presence on sleepovers, but this was the first time he noticed his incredible physique with anything but near-clinical detachment. Tommy had known right from the start of their acquaintance that Jason was built, and he'd heard girls at school moon over his best friend's sculpted body often enough, but he'd never contemplated him like now, when his coiled muscles were covered with a light sheen of sweat that was not from working out together, and his tanned skin looked so very smooth and inviting to touch. Before he did so, Tommy let his eyes roam downwards to the narrow hips. There, resting on the powerful thighs as he'd known it would be, was Jason's cock - a long, thick, smooth rod of flesh, hard and full and reddened with desire, the tiny slit at the very tip oozing a drop of clear liquid. He swallowed hard.

The thought of letting that fleshy sword pierce his body suddenly terrified him, but at the same time he wanted nothing more, the emptiness deep within him expanding, calling out for something - anything - to fill it.

Drawing a shuddering breath, Tommy broke through his momentary paralysis and reached out, to lay a trembling hand on that smooth, hairless chest. The tiny brown disk of a nipple hardened against the center of his palm, and he saw the straining prick lift up slightly, as if seeking for touch, then settle back onto Jason's thigh once more. Both blushed, but somehow, it didn't matter; they were beyond embarrassment now. As he flattened his hand against the hard pectoral, Tommy could feel the fast triphammer beat of his friend's heart, matching his own, and suddenly everything was alright. Moaning Jason's name in entreaty, he twined his arms around the broad shoulders and drew him down, to lie next to him on the sleeping bags.

The skin-on-skin contact from head to foot was electric, and Jason let himself go with the flow. He captured Tommy's lips with his own again, and while he plundered the willing mouth more aggressively than before, he sought to touch every inch of the silky skin sliding against his own. Tommy's hands weren't idle, either, and despite their earlier intention to take it slow, soon both Rangers were panting with arousal. Maneuvering himself between the willingly-spread legs of his best friend, Jason teased the moist folds apart with increasingly sure fingers. Tommy sucked in a sharp breath as Jason found his clitoris and flicked repeatedly over the hidden pleasure button, causing the flow of Tommy's juices to speed up.

"Oh God, Jase ...!" Tommy moaned, nearly delirious with desire. "Fill me, please!"

"Yeah," the muscular young man rasped, and adjusted his position. Bracing himself on one elbow, he guided the pre-come-leaking tip of his penis to the damp curls, moving it up and down to seek for the hidden entrance. The sensation nearly drove him wild. Just as he'd found it, a last shred of sanity reasserted itself.

"P-protection?" he stammered. "What if ...."

"Taken care of," Tommy panted, spreading his thighs wider in invitation. "Alpha's injections ... and besides, you couldn't, remember?"

"Oh yeah," came the groaned reply, and Jason bent forward to capture and suck on a straining nipple one last time. Then, he positioned himself just right and with an ecstatic moan sank his aching length into the incredible heat and tightness that was Tommy's body.

For a second, every instinct demanded that he clamp up and eject the invading rod, but Tommy resisted the impulse and was rewarded with a tingling sensation that spread outward into his belly and up to his breasts ... and inward into his most hidden recesses, demanding more ... more ... until a sharp pain caused him to gasp in surprise.

Jason thought he'd died and gone to heaven as he inched himself ever deeper into the wet opening. He was trembling from head to foot with the experience when he suddenly hit an unexpected barrier and the oh-so-willing body beneath him tensed.

"T-tommy?" he gasped. "Wh-what ...."

Tommy swallowed.

"Told you I've never done this before," the White Ranger grimaced, realizing what the problem was. Now that Jason had stopped his progress, the pain lessened, and he was able to relax marginally. "I'm a virgin," he muttered, blushing.

It took a moment for Jason to realize what his best buddy was getting at. Some of the tension left his body.

"You mean I'm about to pop your cherry?" he sniggered, and as he met the scowling, chagrined expression on Tommy's face, he couldn't help the laughter bubbling up in his chest. For a second, it looked as if Tommy was about to belt him, but suddenly the absurdity of the situation overwhelmed both teens, and they broke into helpless laughter. Jason near-collapsed on Tommy, and as he playfully kissed the laughing mouth, the shift in angle, combined with the relaxation their laughter had caused, made something give. He unexpectedly felt the invisible barrier against his almost-completely-buried cockhead burst, and he slid nearly all the way inside.

Tommy hissed, surprised by the sudden tearing sensation, but it was over almost as soon as it had begun, and it had hurt far less than the pressure he'd experienced before. Instead, he found himself suddenly filled with a good six-plus inches of hard, throbbing flesh, and he stilled all movement, trying to catalogue every single sensation. It was a futile endeavour; there was too much, too soon, and he raised startled eyes to Jason's, who was waiting poised above him, powerful biceps straining to hold himself up, his look one of desire with just a smidgen of anxiety.

"I'm okay," he reassured his friend breathlessly, cautiously adjusting his position. The minute change sent an arrow of arousal into every nook of his lower body, and Tommy moaned in surprised delight. Experimenting, he lifted his hips slightly, causing Jason to tense and glide another half-inch into him. The broad chest heaved, and suddenly all remaining tension left Tommy. Lifting his legs high around Jason's torso in an instinctive move, he chuckled delightedly and licked his lips.

"Come into me, Jase," he invited. "All the way. I want to feel you hit as deep as you can."

"Are you sure?" Jason asked again, already gathering himself for that final thrust.

"I'm sure," came the breathy reply, and with a loud groan, Jason snapped his hips forward once and sank into the tight folds until he was buried inside his best friend to the root of his considerable length. Taking a moment to savor the experience, Jason waited until he thought he would explode, then slowly and carefully withdrew. The next stroke, improbable as it seemed, took him even deeper, and both teens moaned at the exquisite feeling. Soon, they established a smooth, slow rhythm that had them panting with excitement, their hips moving in unison as Jason pumped himself faster and faster into Tommy.

The sound of his flesh surging into the wet heat that was Tommy's sex, the sensation of his balls slapping against the upturned cheeks of Tommy's firm ass, combined with the constant moans of his name as his best friend met him thrust for thrust, threatened to overwhelm Jason, and he gasped out his need even as he continued to fuck the tight, clinging channel.

"T-tommy, I c-can't ... hold back ... m-much longer," he groaned hoarsely, pistoning ever deeper. He felt as if Tommy's body was swallowing him whole, and he didn't mind; this was a rush more intense than everything he'd ever experienced, even his first morph, and while he realized it couldn't last, had to be over soon, he wanted it to go on and on until he was consumed by the fire burning in his loins, threatening to rage out of control.

"Come in me then," Tommy answered, his own voice hardly recognizable in the throes of their mutual lust. "Give me everything you got!" He clamped his legs tighter around Jason's chest, angling his hips for deepest penetration and drew the dark head down to his own. Thrusting his tongue hungrily into the panting mouth, Tommy matched the fast, furious rhythm Jason set, and it was the spark that they needed. Jason tore his lips away from Tommy's and gave a primal shout as he stiffened inside his best friend, feeling his seed spurt forth in a seemingly endless stream. His climax triggered Tommy's, and he nearly screamed as he convulsed around the hot shaft exploding deep within, and he writhed in an earth-shattering orgasm until both collapsed bonelessly in each other's arms.

It took a long time until Jason recovered enough to lift his spinning head from Tommy's neck, their sweat-streaked bodies clinging to each other as if their very skin was loathe to let go of the other. Still breathing hard, he sought out the brown eyes, and slumped with relief as they met his anxious look woozily but with a satisfied expression and a smile that was almost enough to bring new life to his spent anatomy.

"Whoa," he whispered, overwhelmed with what they'd just shared.

"Yeah," Tommy answered just as softly, touching the firm lips with a questing fingertip.

Understanding the unspoken question, Jason shifted, feeling a delicious thrill as his softening cock brushed minutely against the yet-spasming walls of his friend's pussy, then bent his mouth to Tommy's. They kissed gently, leisurely, in pleasurable contrast to their intense coupling of only minutes ago, relishing the chance to taste and explore in the same fashion they'd started. When they separated at last, they smiled at each other, and with a sigh of mingled relief and regret, Tommy lowered his legs. The movement caused Jason's prick to slip out of its wet sheath, and the two rearranged themselves to cuddle in the afterglow.

Jason kissed the top of Tommy's head, the long brown curls spread over his chest.

"I didn't know it would be like this," he mused. "I mean, I'd heard other guys talk in the locker room, but ... "

"Mm-hmm," the White Ranger agreed, squeezing the trim waist and twining one long leg with a more muscular one. "I can see why some of them can't seem to get enough once they've started."

"Yeah. In any case, I'm just glad this is going to work." Jason grinned into the questioning brown eyes Tommy lifted to him. His own had an almost devilish sparkle to them that sent a small thrill skittering down Tommy's spine. "This camping trip promises to be a lot more fun than I'd thought it would."

"You...!" Tommy mock-growled, suddenly pouncing on his friend who started to laugh outright. "What a typically male thing to say!"

"Like you don't agree - or would, if Zedd hadn't changed you?" Jason shot back, pinching a swaying breast that was within easy reach. Tommy instinctively thrust himself into the teasing caress, but it didn't stop him from pinning Jason down.

"Weeeell ..." he pretended to think, but the twinkle in the midnight eyes was too much to resist. He started to laugh. "You win, smartass. For now. But I'll get you for this!"

"You and what army?" the burly teen smirked. "For once, I outweigh you."

"You always do," Tommy bantered back. "And I still hold a higher grade belt."

"Won't help you," Jason replied, grasping Tommy's sensitive sides with the intention of tickling him into submission. Before he could go through with his intention, though, a loud growl from Tommy's stomach - and the look of startled surprise that engendered - sent both teens into paroxysms of mirth.

"Man, I could eat a horse," Tommy groaned once their laughter had subsided and they were lying side by side again, gasping for breath.

"It's your own fault. Why didn't you eat before?"

"Too nervous. Is there some of that chicken left?"

"I think so. Come to think of it, I'd better have a sandwich or two myself," Jason commented as he scrambled into his underwear and crawled outside. Holding the tent flap up for his friend, he let his eyes sweep lingeringly down Tommy's barely-dressed form, lingering longest on the full breasts outlined by his red shirt which Tommy had appropriated. The swell of his tight little butt peeking from under the hem wasn't bad to look at, either, and without thinking he whistled in purely male appreciation. Tommy blushed and froze momentarily, but made no move to cover himself; it seemed hypocritical after what they'd just shared. Instead, he scooted over to the cooler they'd left just inside the tent and started rummaging for something to eat.

"You can't possibly be hungry - you've eaten almost a full meal," he remarked idly as he threw a sandwich to his friend who caught it deftly. For himself, Tommy unwrapped the remaining half chicken his mother had fried the day before. "Why the sudden appetite?"

"I need to keep my strength up for tonight; you wore me out, babe," Jason quipped with an exaggerated leer and got a ball of aluminum foil bouncing off his head for the barb. Laughing with the sheer giddiness of relief that they'd successfully taken the first hurdle on the road to Tommy's recovery, the two Rangers then dug in, both entertaining increasingly lustful thoughts about the night to come.

Zedd grumbled to himself as he switched his attention from the Red and White Rangers back to Angel Grove. He hadn't bothered to check on the two teens for several hours, since he couldn't get a clear view of what was going on anyway, but he had not expected the apparent good cheer Jason and Tommy exhibited.

"What is it with those two, anyway?" he muttered. "Nothing Rita or I have done seems able to break their friendship up - at least not for long. Damn them!"

By his very nature, the Evil Lord was incapable of understanding the bond of friendship, mutual interests and selfless devotion that existed between the two teens. It was why all efforts to destroy them had ultimately failed ... and would continue to do so. Realizing the futility of further observation for the moment, Lord Zedd searched the quiet streets for the rest of the Rangers. Billy was ensconced in his garage lab by now, Trini had gone out to dinner with her family, and Kimberly ...

"Aah!"

Finally, something worth watching!

The skinless Ruler of the Moon Fortress permitted himself a leering smile behind his visor. The luscious Pink Ranger was in her bedroom, stripping off her clothes, and padding towards the bathroom, where a tub was already filled with warm water. Just as Kimberly let fall her robe and stepped into her bath, Zedd settled back on his throne to enjoy the view.

It really was too hot for a warm bath, Kim mused as she poured some scented bath salts into the water. Absently she churned the steaming liquid with her hand, creating a light coating of frothy foam on the surface. But, she was too anxious about what was happening with Tommy up in the mountains, too worried if Jason would be able to help return her boyfriend into his normal form, to be able to read, work or stay downstairs watching TV with her mother. Hence, the bath; the petite girl hoped that it would relax her and maybe even make her sleepy enough to get through the night.

Kimberly sighed as she hung up her robe and sank into the warm water. The smell of wildflowers from the salts surrounded her, but instead of soothing her as it usually did, it brought her even more vivid images of Tommy ... of how he'd looked at her so longingly just before he'd teleported out with Jason, of how hurt his eyes had been when she'd been unable to touch him at first ... and it kept her wondering what he might be doing now.

*Has he done it with Jason yet?*

The young woman didn't want to think about Tommy having sex with Jason, but once conceived, the thought would not go away. She'd shied from contemplating the necessary actions all day, finding it disturbing to imagine that Tommy would be experiencing the same kinds of feelings he'd engendered in her during their last date. Especially since she'd been too timid to give in to their mutual desires.

*Why did I stop him?* she asked herself. *We were out in the open; it's not as if anything serious could've happened. And Mom needn't have known ...* But it had been more than that; while she was very familiar with the needs of her own body and sophisticated enough, despite her youth, to accept them as natural, Kimberly had been afraid of disappointing Tommy, of not being beautiful enough, experienced enough, daring enough to succumb to his gentle seduction. Now, it looked as if someone else, someone undeniably gorgeous and daring, would explore the possibilities with her boyfriend, teaching and learning together with Tommy what should have been her prerogative. Jason may be the wrong gender, but Kim had known from the start that his and Tommy's relationship was as close and tight as her own with the White Ranger - even if usually on a different level.

Grudgingly, the gymnast admitted to herself that she wished she could've helped Tommy ... that she was actually jealous!

Kim shifted in the tub, sloshing the water slightly. The movement teased her half-covered breasts and tickled the hidden folds between her legs. Her breath hitched in her throat at the sensation, and instinctively, her left hand sank beneath the bubbles and came to rest on the nest of brown curls.

*Has Jason touched Tommy like this? Or ... has Tommy touched Jason ... there?*

The image accompanying that thought sent a shiver down Kimberly's spine that she reluctantly identified as excitement.

"I ... I can't possibly be turned on by thinking of Tommy and Jason together!" she said aloud, more than slightly shocked by the fact that she was. "Oh my God ..." Kim moaned, sinking deeper into the scented tub, feeling her blush spread from her cheeks down her throat to her breasts. The downward rush of blood made her rosy-brown nipples tingle and harden. "Jason ... and Tommy ..." she breathed, as the flood of images overwhelmed her lively imagination, mingling with the sensations imprinted on her memory of how Tommy had caressed her in the park, of what she'd felt as his hands and lips coaxed her into arousal, and without being consciously aware of what she was doing, the Pink Ranger began to caress herself, nimble fingers following familiar paths as she abandoned herself to her favorite fantasy of making love to Tommy. Only this time, there were two hard bodies holding her, two hot mouths dusting kisses over her face and neck, two pairs of hands gliding across her aching breasts ...

If he were given to flights of fancy, Zedd would have thought his visor was steaming up as he avidly watched Kimberly writhe in her bathwater as she brought herself to a climax that left the petite girl limp and gasping for air. The clear tubes transporting life-giving fluids to his extremities were yea-close to bubbling over with excitement, and the Evil Overlord slumped back on his basalt throne, wishing for the hundredth time Goldar hadn't bungled the opportunity to make Kimberly his Queen. What a consort she would have made!

"I'd have exchanged your puny Power Coin for the jewels of half a galaxy, Pink Ranger," Zedd growled. "I could show you more fleshly delights in a month than that accursed White Ranger can ever hope to experience in his lifetime!"

He continued to observe Kimberly as she languidly washed herself once she'd recovered from her orgasm, climbed out of the cooling tub, put on a skimpy pink nightie and slipped into bed, curling up with a stuffed green dragon Tommy had once given her and lastly fell asleep, a dreamy smile on her lips.

"Yes, go to sleep, little Kimberly. Dream of your precious, foolish Tommy, but know this: there will come a day when I'll take a wife, and unless something cataclysmic happens, that will be you!"

With an impatient huff, Zedd shut off his eye ray and stomped off, his metal codpiece uncomfortably tight, to ponder ways and means of how he could lure the Pink Ranger to his side.

Eight

On the morning of the third day, Tommy awoke to find Jason already gone from their shared tent. He strained his ears for a second; some faint splashing noises informed him that his friend was taking a bracing bath in the shallow pond.

*My lover,* the White Ranger thought with an incredulous smile. Even after two nights of increasingly hot sex, he found the concept rather strange. But, the tingling between his legs told him otherwise - that it was indeed a reality. Tommy stretched in his sleeping bag, enjoying the soft glide of the smooth lining against his naked skin. It brought back memories of the night before, and Tommy couldn't suppress a sensual sigh as he remembered.

They'd taken a long hike up a nearby mountain, and when they'd returned during late afternoon and rested some, both had decided to spar a little, pitting Jason's greater strength against Tommy's agility. It had taken a little while to adjust to his dimished strength, different angles and the like, but the long-haired Martial Artist soon had been able to compensate for his now-female form and given Jason quite a workout. Both had been exhilarated and exhausted when they called it a day, and had made a quick but satisfying meal out of provisions they'd brought along. They'd built a fire then, talking about everything and nothing; however, when Tommy reached over to the cooler for another can of juice at one point, he suddenly winced.

"What's up?" Jason asked idly, noting with some concern the grimace of pain on his friend's face.

"Nothing," Tommy claimed at first, but a cautious testing showed him that he might be mistaken. "I think I just pulled a muscle in my back," he grumbled. "I knew I should have gotten up to get a drink; guess I overstretched a little."

"Man," Jason sympathized. "That sucks. Want me to try and work it out?" They had both learned some massaging techniques in the course of their karate training, and often helped each other relieve minor aches and pains after especially vigorous workouts.

"Would you?" Tommy requested when moving his right shoulder proved to be increasingly painful. "I don't think it's anything serious, I just moved wrong, but I don't want to be all stiff tomorrow, either."

"Sure." The dark-haired young man got up and carefully probed at his companion's back. A second wince told him when he'd found the cramped spot, as did the hardened knot of tissue under the smooth skin. "You'd better lie down; I can't work there when you're sitting up."

It was a quick decision to douse their campfire, stow and secure their provisions and retire to their tent. Intent only on getting out of his shirt with as little discomfort as possible, Tommy didn't notice Jason's appreciative look and soft intake of breath as he stripped to his waist, baring his generous breasts. With a sigh, he then stretched out on his belly, waiting for Jason to begin the massage.

The Red Ranger dug out a tube of muscle relaxant cream from his backpack and squeezed some between Tommy's shoulder blades, grinning devilishly as his friend yelped when the mentholated ointment hit his skin.

"Argh!"

"What?" he asked innocently.

Tommy craned his head backwards and glared at his friend.

"That was mean!"

"Yeah, so?"

"I'll get you for this; see if I don't," the prone teen grumbled, but lay back down when Jason placed his hands on his shoulders. However, his dire mutterings soon changed to contented sighs as Jason started to massage the cream all over his back. They bantered back and forth while Jason worked, diligently prodding at the cramped muscle until he had loosened it. However, he didn't stop there; using some more of the thick, slippery substance, he proceeded to give Tommy a very thorough all-over backrub. Tommy was enjoying the relaxing effect too much to notice that his friend was getting visibly aroused, his skin flushed and the midnight eyes started to gleam purposefully.

The White Ranger's sighs had long changed into a low purring sound as he practically oozed into the mattress; he was getting drowsy with the steady flow of Jason's hands up and down his back and hardly noticed when those warm hands unfastened the waistband of his shorts and slipped them down his legs, along with his underwear. He did notice, though, when his ass got the same attention as his back and arms, and a deep-throated moan rose from his chest as the warmth spread lower, flowing from his sensitized backside to between his thighs and caused a by-now familiar wetness there.

Jason watched delightedly as his ministrations made Tommy first squirm, then start to hump slightly against his hands; he wasn't unaffected by giving his friends such a thorough massage, and felt an insistent throbbing in his cock. Jason didn't fight his growing arousal. *What a perfect way to get things started!* Tonight, he was going to take Tommy hard, had longed to do so all day, but first there was something else he planned to do.

"Turn over," he commanded his friend huskily.

That deep voice wasn't to be denied, and Tommy obeyed without hesitation; stretching out on his back, he looked at his best friend with smoky eyes.

"What are you going to do to me?" he murmured, thrilled as he recognized the glitter in Jason's eyes.

"Anything I want. Do you mind?" The large hands were already smoothing down the slender arms and shoulders, and Tommy relaxed into the caress, sighing yet again when Jason skimmed over his belly up to his breasts. The brown tips were already hard with arousal, and practically begged to be touched.

"Yes ... no," Tommy moaned blissfully as he arched into the teasing touch. His lover smiled ferally and squirted some more cream into his palms, warming it slightly before placing them again on the silky abdomen. The scent of herbs rose from the heated skin as he rubbed the substance all over the smooth plane, and the cooling menthol contained in it made Tommy shiver with delight. Jason took his time, roaming up and down the writhing body, making sure he used up all of the ointment before he let his fingertips wander to the pebbled nubs, circling around and around until the dark areolas were crinkled and erect, straining upwards from the heaving mounds. The Red Ranger took both nipples between his thumbs and forefingers and pinched lightly, chuckling at the sharp hiss of breath he evoked.

"You like that?" he rumbled, his own breathing not quite steady anymore.

"Ooohh yeah," Tommy sighed, throwing his head back as he abandoned himself to the sensations coursing through him from his aching tits. "Suck my tits, Jase," he entreated, when the playful caresses threatened to drive him wild.

"In a minute. First, I'm going to kiss you."

Before the long-haired teen could answer, Jason leaned over him and closed his lips over the panting mouth, delving deep into the moist cavern. Tommy gave in willingly, twining his arms around the broad shoulders while their tongues duelled, and let his arousal be fanned to heights he'd only dreamed about scant days before. Both were out of breath when Jason finally withdrew and began to nibble and lick his way down the slender throat.

"Mmmm."

The throaty sound went directly into Jason's prick, and he shuddered once, finding his briefs and jeans suddenly very tight. However, much as he wanted to, he couldn't quite bring himself to abandon the tempting swells so close to his mouth. So instead of undressing, he started to nip-kiss the soft flesh until he reached one straining nipple. The throbbing kernel of flesh felt hot against his tongue as Jason twirled it around and over the sensitive tissue, then switched to the other side. Tommy was pressing his face into his chest, and Jason obliged the mute plea, capturing first one, then the other small peak between his teeth and biting gently, careful to cause only pleasure, not pain.

"Jason!"

Tommy's voice was hardly recognizable as he begged for more of the exquisite torture, and Jason gathered the trembling nude form close while he suckled, driving his friend ever deeper into lust. At last, he released the hard points and lifted his head. He blew softly across the dampened flesh and laughed soundlessly as Tommy whimpered in mixed delight and disappointment; when the chocolate eyes sought out his own, he let his own arousal blaze forth and released the quivering form. Stripping quickly while Tommy watched, he then parted the smooth thighs and knelt between them. Tommy started to lift his legs over his shoulders, ready to receive his jutting phallus, but there was something else he'd been meaning to do. Shooting his lover a wicked grin, Jason just shook his head and spread him wide open. Not giving Tommy a chance to protest or even think, he lowered his head over the damp nest of brown curls and licked once along the slit.

Tommy shivered violently, his eyes snapping wide open in shock and disbelief.

"J-Jase?" he stammered, hardly able to speak. His best friend couldn't plan to ...

He could.

Tommy sobbed as Jason's tongue probed between his netherlips, drinking the wetness gathering there and slithering closer and closer to the point where all his pleasure seemed to be centered. When the agile organ at last touched the hidden pearl, Tommy's hands clenched in the sleeping bag he was resting on, and he found himself incapable of anything but accede to the demands his partner's mouth made on him as Jason ate him out, alternating rough, demanding licks with careful flicks of his tongue tip into his spasming channel. It was scary yet tremendously exciting what Jason was doing to him; every delicate swipe between his moist folds was oh-so-gentle, but sent him deeper into arousal than any other, more intense stimulation ever had. The spell-changed Ranger's head was starting to spin as his senses went into overload, lashed along by that wonderful, merciless organ until the waves of arousal swapped over and drowned him in mindless delight when he climaxed, screaming his lover's name.

Only slowly did Tommy's awareness of his surroundings return; Jason had his face still buried in his sex, lapping gently until he could feel the slender body relax under his hands. He was breathing hard when he finally placed a kiss at the top of the glistening slit in goodbye. Wiping his cheeks and chin dry on Tommy's inner thigh, Jason reared up as Tommy watched him breathlessly out of slumberous eyes. Giving himself a couple of hard strokes to prime his weeping shaft into optimum hardness, the broad-shouldered young man loomed over his lover. Both were incapable of speech, but moaned loudly as he placed the smooth tip of his cock at the entrance of Tommy's body and thrust once, hard. The smooth walls of the tight passage molded themselves around the throbbing invader and Tommy didn't resist having his legs thrown up high and Jason sank as deep as he could go in one long, drawn-out stroke until he was buried to the hilt.

There was an endless moment as the lovers savored the sensation of being joined as deeply as possible, then Tommy took Jason's face between both hands and kissed him.

"Fuck me, Jason," he whispered, tasting himself on the firm lips.

"Yesssssss......" Jason hissed, nearly insensate with desire. Returning the kiss hotly, he then braced himself as best he could and started to piston his hips, thrusting harder and harder until all he knew was the incredible tightness gripping his aching cock and the heat demanding to be quenched by his seed. Tommy met him thrust for thrust, spurring him on to deeper penetration by writhing underneath him. Both were sweat-soaked and their skin clung as they drove each other higher until the pinnacle of their mutual lust was scaled and they crashed over the precipice together, falling into the afterglow of a cataclysmic orgasm.

Tommy smiled lazily as he recalled the experience; he'd read and heard enough about oral sex, but who would've thought it would feel anything like this? He couldn't wait to feel Jason's mouth on himself again ... sucking, licking, biting, driving him into a frenzy of wanting.

*I wonder,* he thought to himself, *will it be the same for Kim?* These past few days, images of his girlfriend had constantly hovered at the edge of his consciousness; every time Jason tried something new, experimented with a different technique or position, Tommy kept asking himself if he was ever going to try these same things, which felt so incredibly good, on the Pink Ranger. *I hope so; however, first I need to be myself again.* Deliberately, he turned his thoughts away from his predicament, concentrating instead of the things he and his best friend had done each morning and night. *And boy, have we done a lot! Who'd've thought Jase could get this kinky?* Even in the privacy of his own mind, the White Ranger blushed as he remembered the ... innovative ... way Jason had found to put ketchup on hot dogs.

Tommy shivered pleasurably. "Mmmm," he couldn't help the sigh as his hands curled automatically as if he were once more stroking Jason to renewed hardness, teasing and tickling the heavy balls until the tanned body had trembled with need and his friend had reached for him with barely-controlled desire. Tommy sighed again as he recalled clinging to that broad chest, meeting every thrust of the hot prick into his steaming sex with equal fervor until they both climaxed, to lie sweaty and limp in each other's arms. Washing each other afterwards had been almost as much fun; the night air had cooled their skin, even though Jason had joked he could see the droplets of water sizzle on Tommy's breasts, he was so hot. Idly, Tommy wondered if, after his morning bath, his Bro's skin would still feel as silky as when it was warm. Which brought him back to the here and now.

Outside, the splashing had stopped, and with a reluctant groan, Tommy slipped out from under his sleeping bag and opened the tent flap. It was high time for his own morning ablutions; they'd planned another hike, and he'd better get his butt in gear. Grabbing some fresh clothes, he crawled outside.

Straightening in the morning sun, Tommy relished the gentle breeze on his naked skin. Both Rangers had soon lost their initial shyness around each other, something that had maybe been inevitable now that they were opposite genders, and moved in each other's company as if nothing at all had changed. It was yet another sign of their rapport that nothing, not even Zedd's most personally upsetting spell, could undermine. Jason was standing on the other side of the shallow pool, waist-deep in the clear water, and shaking the cool liquid out of his dark hair.

"Good morning!"

Jason turned at the cheerful greeting and grinned at his best friend.

"Mornin'," he called back and sloshed around, making his way back to shore. The sunlight glistened on his wet body, rivulets of water running down the broad chest, trickling over his hips towards the thatch of dark hair pooling between the powerful thighs ... Tommy's mouth went dry as more and more of that incredibly built body was revealed, the thick phallus nesting among almost-black curls slightly shrivelled from the cold, but still impressive enough. With an inward shudder of delight, Tommy remembered how it felt like to touch the smooth shaft, to feel it lengthen and swell in his hand ... exactly like his own used to, and yet inexplicably, strangely, excitingly different.

Jason waded out of the water and perfunctorily stripped the moisture from his arms and chest. He then did a few stretching exercises to work some kinks out of his shoulders, when he suddenly became aware of Tommy's eyes. He looked up and caught his breath as he read the smoldering fire in the chocolate orbs. The Red Ranger let his arms fall to his sides, straightened slowly and held that gaze, aware that those brown eyes were raking up and down his body, fastening at last upon his groin. He had to fight the impulse to gulp audibly.

"Tommy? Are you okay?" Both teens were surprised how husky the murmured question sounded.

"I'm fine," the girl/man breathed, moving forward as if in a daze, still staring at the thickening shaft.

Jason did swallow hard, then, feeling his skin warm not only from the morning sun beating on his back, but more so from that increasingly lust-filled look. He stood stock-still, held captive by nothing more than Tommy's eyes, incapable of any movement but the heaving of his chest as his breath started to come in short, shuddering gasps.

Tommy finally came to a halt less than a foot or so away from his best friend; far away enough to be not touching, but close enough to sense the peculiar mixture of warm skin/watery chill radiate outwards from Jason to his own naked flesh. Slowly, he raised both hands to frame the tanned face and drew the dark head down to his own, fastening his mouth to the firm lips which opened readily at the first thrust of his tongue. Tommy kissed Jason deeply, their bodies undulating against each other until both were gasping for air. Next, Tommy let his fingers glide from the short hair to the broad shoulders, skimming down across sculpted pectorals, briefly teasing the small brown nipples so that Jason hissed with pleasure and surprise. The White Ranger smiled sexily into his best friend's eyes, then his hands dropped lower still, briefly teasing the muscular ass before inching towards the minutely-twitching rod. Both teens' eyes held the other's, never wavering, not even when Tommy sank slowly to his knees so that the purplish cockhead was only inches away from his lips. He flicked his tongue to moisten them, a quick swipe over soft surfaces, leaving the inviting mouth glistening pink.

Jason held his breath in anticipation.

Instead of opening up, though, or licking at the yearning organ, Tommy stroked his cheek against the satiny length, letting it glide all over his face as he learned the musky scent of his best friend's manhood. He nuzzled into the tightly-curled hair at the base, smiling once more as he ran his opened lips over the sensitive balls which shifted in their crinkly sac, and he echoed Jason's sharp intake of air very softly himself when he pressed a kiss to the root of the pulsing organ. Closing his eyes, concentrating only on feeling, Tommy then mouthed his way in fractions of inches up the hard shaft, holding his lover enthralled and motionless simply by the utter sensuality of his caresses.

At long last, Tommy reached the hot cockhead. He pressed tiny little kisses along the ridge, felt Jason sway and blindly reached up to grasp the narrow hips in his hands, steadying him. He was not letting him get away! A first drop of clear fluid oozed from the tiny slit and Tommy kissed it away, tasting it curiously with his tongue, and Jason moaned.

"Tooooom-meeeeeee......!"

The needy sound reverberated through Tommy, causing a responding shiver; wanting to hear the deep voice plead with him thus once more, he closed his lips cautiously around the satin-smooth knob. It took everything he had to remain like this for endless seconds, and every ounce of control Jason possessed not just to take hold of the brown locks and thrust forward, burying himself in the heat of that tempting orifice. He started to tremble with expectation and need, moaning his lover's name again. At last, Tommy relented and touched his wet tongue to the sensitive skin, letting it slide and swirl around as far as he could while slowly lowering his head towards the bush of near-black hair. It was an exhilarating experience, feeling that thick rod glide deep, silk over steel, until the round tip hit the back of his throat. More than half of Jason's length had disappeared in his lover's mouth.

Tommy held Jason there as long as he could without choking, then gradually withdrew, letting his lips and tongue caress the smooth length until he once more reached the ridge. Sucking softly, he then raised his eyes to Jason's. Dark fire blazed down on him, and he smiled sensually around his mouthful of male flesh before sinking back down again towards the rippling abdomen, this time taking even more of the velvety shaft inside. At the edge of his consciousness, he heard Jason sigh and groan, then two large hands twined possessively in his long hair, and everything ceased to exist but the insistent rhythm of licking and sucking, thrusting and withdrawing that was as old as time, but still so very new to the young lovers.

Thrills chased each other up and down Tommy's spine as he continued to play his tongue along the throbbing flesh, drilling gently into the slit to taste more of his friend's pre-come, flicking the tip against the vee of the ridge to make Jason shiver and moan, until finally he felt a strong pulse course through the dick he was suckling so hungrily. An instant later, a spurt of salty seed hit the roof of his mouth, then another and another until he held all of Jason's essence within.

Tommy raised his head once more, to look into Jason's flushed, sweaty, pleasure-filled face. Still holding his barely-softened cock deep in his throat, he then swallowed everything Jason had given him, letting his lover feel the contractions as he drank his seed like a rare wine. Only when there was nothing more to consume did Tommy let the wilting prick slip from between his lips, licking the tip a last time in farewell. Lithely, he rose from his kneeling position to move into Jason's arms and the two kissed deeply, sharing the taste of the Red Ranger's orgasm until they were quite out of breath.

"Oh man, that was ..." Jason sighed exhaustedly as they separated, unable to find words adequate to describing what he'd just felt. Tommy grinned triumphantly at the tone; for days now he'd been the one to find himself reduced to speechless wonder by the sensations his friend's lovemaking produced in his willing body; to be able to turn the tables for once was ... heady. Besides, Jason had looked simply too irresistible all wet and glistening as he'd emerged from the water; although Tommy had never in a million years thought he'd want to take another man's cock in his mouth or drink his come, he'd been unable to stop himself. Come to think of it, he wouldn't mind doing it again if it meant he could bring that thick shaft to full erection again faster ... to assuage his own insistent need. Tommy squirmed slightly as he became aware of the wetness and ache between his legs; giving Jason this first blowjob had aroused him far more than he'd imagined.

"Let's lie down," he suggested throatily, bestowing another deep, thoroughly intoxicating kiss on his best friend. Together, the two Rangers moved away from the pond's edge to a mossy spot underneath a large tree and sank down, to lie cuddled together as they enjoyed the skin-on-skin contact. "Mmmm," Tommy purred as Jason's hands skimmed down his back to cup his ass. "I like when you do that!"

"Seems you like a lot of things we've been doing lately," Jason jibed, stealing one more kiss before settling Tommy's head on his shoulder, the better to relish the afterglow. His senses were still reeling from what had just happened; for days he'd wished Tommy might suck him off, but hadn't wanted to ask. Having his wish come true, and in this way, instigated by Tommy himself, was overwhelming.

While Tommy certainly hadn't been passive in their lovemaking, responding eagerly, even enthusiastically to everything Jason could think of doing, he'd never taken the initiative before. Jason didn't know if that was due to Tommy being a girl now or if it was part of his nature ... no, somehow that didn't seem right. The White Ranger was many things, but 'passive' wasn't exactly one of them. The young man grinned, nuzzling into the long brown locks spread over his chest. *I wonder what brought that on,* he thought; *just that I ate him out last night, or something else?* The young man had no ready answer.

*Does it really matter? Guess not,* he mused, remembering the many instances since they'd come up here when Tommy had made his preferences known in no uncertain terms, telling him by word and deed how he could bring him the most pleasure. Aloud, he only said, "Speaking of like ... is there anything I can do for you?"

He teasingly plucked at a pebbled nipple; despite his own post-orgasmic lassitude, it hadn't escaped the Red Ranger's notice that his partner was moving restlessly against him, not quite rubbing his moist crotch against his thigh. And besides, it seemed only fair to return the favor in whichever way Tommy wished.

"Uh huh," Tommy nodded, kissing the smooth chest before lifting smoldering brown eyes to his friend's. "You could fuck me." The bold statement hung between them for a long instant. "I really need you in me, Jase."

"It'll be my pleasure, believe me." Jason sent a friendly leer at his partner, hands already glossing over a full breast and delightfully smooth buttcheeks. He hadn't quite gotten his second wind yet and was just about to suggest Tommy give him a little 'assistance', when something in his lover's expression registered. An unexpected thought rose, took hold and while Jason shifted somewhat to gain better access to the so-soft mounds with their peaked tips, he gave it voice before he got cold feet. *It's what I'd want ...* If Tommy went for it, this was not going to be easy.

"On second thought ... why don't you fuck me?"

Tommy froze.

"W-what?" he gaped, not sure he'd heard right. "What do you mean?"

"I mean, for once you should be the one to set the pace, to decide what we're doing," Jason elaborated. Lying in each other's arms as they were, he didn't miss the accelerated heartbeat and excited flush his suggestion elicited. It showed him that he was onto something. "That is what you want, isn't it?" he asked softly, looking deeply into the chocolate eyes. The expression in them hovered between fright and arousal.

Arousal won.

"Are you sure?" Tommy enquired, already freeing himself from the strong arms. He hadn't known it before, but now that Jason had raised the issue, he became aware that this was indeed his desire ... and that it went beyond simple wanting to take the lead, already had become a need.

"Quite sure," Jason assured his best friend. "Go for it, Tommy; take what you need from me." As always, he'd guessed Tommy's mood correctly. He released the last hold he had on the slender body and lay back on the soft moss, relaxed and waiting. "I'm all yours."

Tommy sat up, rather dazed. For a few moments, his mind went completely blank, and he had no idea whatsoever what to do, or even where to start. Instead, he just looked at the sculpted body stretched out completely open right next to him, tanned skin warm over hard muscles, waiting only for his touch. He reached out a slightly unsteady hand to a cheek rough and shadowed with morning stubble. "You need to shave," he murmured inconsequentially.

"You want me to do it now?" Jason replied oh-so-agreeably, making as if to get up there and then and hunt for his shaving kit. He was only barely suppressing an incredulous snicker. Tommy couldn't possibly be serious, could he?

"No - no! I just ... I ..." Tommy stammered, flustered, as he instinctively pressed Jason back onto the moss. Before he could form a more coherent reply, Jason reared up and gave him a quick, gentle kiss.

"'S okay, Tommy, I was only teasing you a little. Don't worry so much. Take whatever time you need, do whatever feels right ... this is your show. I'll be okay with whatever you decide to do. I promise." The dark eyes looked sincerely at him, albeit with a hint of gentle laughter in their depths.

Chagrined yet oddly reassured, Tommy felt his cheeks flame, but he managed a sheepish grin. "I ... I don't even know where to start," he confessed.

Jason grinned back at him, midnight eyes going soft with affection.

"Why don't you start the way we did right at the beginning - with a kiss?" he suggested, licking his lips exaggeratedly and waggling his eyebrows in a comical leer. Tommy had to laugh at the sheer outrageousness of the gesture.

"You ...!" he growled, pinning the broad shoulders to the ground as he moved to hover over his best friend. To his delight, Jason offered no resistance whatsoever to the gently aggressive move, continuing to lie pliant beneath him. He found further comfort and reassurance in the familiar banter.

"One day, I'll make you eat every word you said these last few days, smartass," Tommy threatened more than half-seriously, only to find he needed to take stronger measures to shut the irrepressible Red Ranger up.

"Actually, I'd prefer to eat youmnmfffph!"

Exasperated, Tommy pounced on his lover, insecurities forgotten, and closed the laughing mouth the only way he could think of - with his own. The two teens kissed until they were both out of breath.

"I swear, sometimes you're worse than Zack," Tommy grumbled, reluctant laughter in his voice, nip-kissing his way along the prickly jawline.

"Shall I take that as a compliment, or an insult?" The deep voice shook with amusement, but Jason very obligingly angled his head so Tommy could nosh at his ear.

"Whichever way you like. Later, though." An insistent tongue slipped once more between willingly offered lips. "Right now, the only one who's going to do any taking is me." Short fingernails raked teasingly down the broad chest.

"Promises, promises," Jason couldn't resist a last shot before he lost his breath under the fiery assault his lover launched at him.

"You bet your ass that's a promise, Bro," Tommy confirmed, tweaking the tiny nipples none-too-gently. "Now shut the hell up and pay attention to what I'm doing!"

"Yessiiiiiiirrrrrrr ......" Jason's cheeky reply changed to a low moan as Tommy began to attack his most sensitive spots in earnest. The slender hands teased, stroked, tickled and pinched, sometimes skirting the edge between pleasure and pain, but for every little hurt the nimble fingers caused, there was a hot, wet mouth to suck and lick it away or turn it into an exquisitely arousing caress.

It had been Jason's intention to curb his instincts for Tommy's sake, unsure if he could relinquish control to such an extent, but he soon found that his earlier fear of being unable to go through with it had been unfounded. His lover never even gave him a chance. It seemed as if Tommy was everywhere - biting down on his nipples, kissing his throat, pumping his once-more straining cock or licking at his contracting balls. All the burly young man could do was lie back, stare sightlessly into the leaves fluttering overhead and accept what his lover chose to do to him, driving him deeper and deeper into desire. There was a freedom in being so passive Jason hadn't expected, and he thrilled to this new experience.

For his part, Tommy reveled in taking the leading role this once. He knew, in some corner of his mind, that their present respective anatomies made the reverse somehow more natural, but it wasn't in his nature to accept another's dominance easily; only the deep trust he had for Jason had made it possible for him at all to submit so far. Now, when Jason was returning this trust measure for measure, were they equals again - the way it should be. Apart from that, it was highly arousing to reduce the strong body of his friend to such a quivering mass of desire that he trembled under every single touch.

"You like that, hmm?" he questioned huskily when his fingers strayed underneath the furry sac, skimming the sweaty cleft just around the hidden opening and Jason tossed his head from side to side with delight, responding eagerly to his friend's advances. Not that he would, but he couldn't hold back his ecstatic sighs if his life depended on it!

"C-can't you t-telll .... oooohhhh," he rasped.

"Just making sure," the long-haired teen murmured, taking the weeping prick into his mouth. He smiled, unseen by his lover as he started to suck leisurely. *This is FUN! No wonder Jase likes to drive me up the walls during foreplay! Well, let's see what else I can do ...* Mouth and hands once more started to wander.

Jason's skin was damp with sweat before Tommy let up. Deciding that it was enough for the moment, the White Ranger became aware once more of his own needs, denied for far too long. Gliding along the smooth chest, he bent over the flushed face again. A deep, hard kiss, eagerly returned, then Tommy let his aching breasts brush the gasping mouth.

"Suck my nipples, Jase," he commanded throatily. "I want you to lick them until they're as hard as your cock!" He sighed with pleasure as his lover complied promptly, capturing the hard peaks between his teeth and flicking his tongue fast around the sweet, throbbing nubs until Tommy was yea-close to sobbing with need. Only the persistent itch centered at the apex of his thighs enabled him to lift the dark head from its feast. Rolling onto his back and spreading his legs wide in shameless invitation, Tommy gave the next order.

"Eat me ..."

Wordlessly, breathing hard with excitement, Jason scrambled into position. With his first lick, he parted the slick, drenched folds; his second unerringly found the hidden kernel and fastened onto it, lashing back and forth as slow or as fast as Tommy demanded of him with his sighs, jerking of hips and hands in his hair. The tangy nectar flowed freely, filling his mouth and he hastened to drink it all, drowning in the ecstatic sounds his lover made. He was losing himself in the sheer carnality of the situation, all set to drive Tommy over the edge into oblivion with his mouth, when he found to his surprise that the slim thighs were clamping together, denying him further access to this little piece of paradise.

"Enough," Tommy moaned, torn between wanting the sweet torture to never end and wanting something more - the hot, hard shaft penetrating him as deeply as possible, filling him to capacity until his whole being was consumed with the fire raging in his veins. "Fuck me, Jase - NOW!!!"

"How?" Jason gasped, more than ready himself for release. His cock felt hard enough to drill holes, and the only hole he wanted to drill into was located in the wet heat of his best friend's sex.

Hesitating for only a second, Tommy took hold of the broad shoulders. Looking deeply into the glittering near-black eyes, he voiced his own hidden fantasy. "I want to be on top ..."

"Go for it, then," Jason smiled wolfishly, understanding perfectly. He rolled onto his back and helped his friend straddle his hips, to perch right on top of his aching length. "I told you, anything you want."

"Mmm," Tommy sighed contendedly as he swayed back and forth, teasing his drenched folds with Jason's heat. Every now and then, if he moved just right, the velvety cap would rub against his clit, sending electric bolts into every part of his body. However, he was too revved to hold back much longer. Bracing himself on hands and knees, he raised his hips, groaning as he lost contact with the thick cock. "Help me!" he demanded breathlessly.

The prone teen grasped his own sex, lifting it upright and steadying the hard shaft. An instant of seeking, of slow fumbling, then the wide tip slipped into the wet entrance. Both froze, their eyes locking, then Tommy slowly straightened into a kneeling position. For just a second, he held himself poised above the long, thick cock, until their mutual need became too much and he sank down, down, filling his spasming channel with throbbing heat. Jason and Tommy groaned their delight. As soon as his senses stopped spinning, Tommy fixed his friend with a sensuous stare.

"Don't move."

Incapable of anything but a mute nod, Jason just took hold of the smooth ass and let his lover take over. He echoed every ecstatic sigh as Tommy started to ride him, rising up and down, sometimes twisting his hips, watching avidly as the silky skin flushed all over and took on a light glow when the exertion caused Tommy to perspire. Most of his attention, though, was fixed on the full, bouncing breasts, swaying so temptingly just out of his reach, however. He would only need to glide one hand up from the slim hips to catch a soft mound, but Tommy hadn't asked for it, so ...

Just when the compulsion became nigh irresistible, Tommy slammed down onto his pelvis once more. His fingers were busily delving between his netherlips, seeking out the pleasure pearl hidden there, and he gasped for help when he couldn't seem to find relief on his own.

"Touch my tits, Jase - please!"

Only too glad to obey the desperate plea, Jason placed his own strong fingers on the hardened tips, tweaking them gently at first, then harder when Tommy moaned. He was kneading the firm globes thoroughly when his lover started to go wild above him. Slender hips gyrated in a frenzy of desire, fingers flew over the tiny love button and finally Tommy uttered a stifled scream, froze in mid-motion and clamped every interior muscle around the hard shaft. Endless spasms enveloping his dick were nearly enough to send Jason over the edge, too, but he clenched his teeth and waited Tommy's orgasm out, catching him in a soothing embrace when he collapsed bonelessly on top of him at last.

"Oh wow ..." was all the long-haired teen was able to gasp when he became aware of his surroundings again at last. "That ... that was incredible!" He tried to roll off the broad chest, but the muscular arms held him fast; large warm hands were moving slowly up and down his back, coaxing the last tremors from him. Tommy felt deliciously weary and weak as a kitten, but as he took stock of his situation, he noticed that he was still filled with pulsating heat. Puzzled, and feeling a new, tiny thrill skitter down his spine, he lifted his head and sought out midnight eyes that were sparkling with lust. "You ... you didn't come ..."

"No," Jason admitted huskily. "I want to take you hard, and fast. The other way," he grinned, pumping once upwards to inch a little further into the tight passage. "If you don't mind, that is."

"Not at all," Tommy smiled, then yelped in surprise when his lover clasped him tight and rolled both of them over. "Smooth move, Bro," he approved, and moaned sensually as Jason lifted his legs over his shoulders, drawing back for that first, deep thrust until only the very tip of his penis was still held inside the clinging folds.

"Yeah. Now, hold on ..." He sought out the panting mouth with his own, then snapped his hips forward sharply, hitting Tommy's deepest recesses. They groaned their delight into each other's mouths, tongues dueling in sync with the rhythm the thick shaft set. Tommy soon found himself poised on the brink of another orgasm as he abandoned himself to the lustful possession by his teammate. Jason pistoned his friend's wet pussy in a demanding cadence, snapping his loins back and forth furiously until his balls contracted and gave up his boiling seed, letting it flow out of his throbbing cock into the narrow hole. He bellowed his release in a primal shout that triggered his partner's climax as well, and both teens soon lay gasping for breath in each other's arms, weary but sated, kissing gently while the last spasms faded and their heartbeats returned to normal.