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"Ashley!"
Andros jerked upright in his bunk, jolted from sleep. He gasped for breath and fell back, his eyes closing again as his head hit the pad.
Alone in his cabin, he felt both the fabric of his sleeping robe and the thin thermal sheet of the bunk draped around his raging erection. The dream had been so intense... so real.
He knew the source of his agitation. Zhane was free from stasis; the treatment had been long and grueling, but the Silver Ranger was back. Seeing his old friend and comrade bursting into action that afternoon after so long had awakened a flood of emotion within Andros. The dam that held his emotions in check threatened to burst.
That his disquiet manifested itself using the form of the Yellow Ranger pleased him tremendously. For a time he had considered the Earthers like children-- wanting to help but constantly getting in the way; no longer. Still, as fond as he had grown of them and as valuable as their help had been, he couldn't fully explain his overwhelming attraction to Ashley --mercurial, beautiful Ashley. The sight of her moved him unlike anyone he had ever known.
Lost in his contemplation of the Yellow Ranger, he shuddered as the gentle caress of moist lips rolled down the length of his still rigid member. That was no dream; neither was it Ashley. He was quite alone in the sleeping chamber. The image faded from his mind and a wide smile grew on his face as he recognized the source of the sensation.
As his ample foreskin gently stretched, moving as if being stirred by a velvet rod, he sighed out, "Zhane."
Separated only by a bulkhead wall, his friend was reaching out telekinetically. They had begun this game of pleasure ages ago. How long had it been since they played?
Although technically not a violation of the rules, it was bad form to begin while the other player was asleep; not that Zhane was above bending the rules to gain an edge. Andros was starting at a disadvantage.
He threw off the silver sheet as an unseen hand softly cupped his scrotum and eased the sac away from his body. Closing his eyes in concentration, he placed his hand against the cool metal of the wall and reached through it with his mind. A wave of telekinetic force blew across the adjoining cabin like a spring breeze.
Kerovans always had difficulty describing their telekinetic sense to other species; when touching something with his mind, Andros experienced... the word was untranslatable -- less specific than sight, more detail than touch, as intimate (or more) than taste.
Playing with each other through a solid object had long been a mutual favorite of theirs. The feedback from the Kerovan sense was pure and uncluttered by extraneous data. Focusing, Andros found the only supple, giving flesh within the room; it had to be the Silver Ranger.
Andros discerned his oldest friend's position as the echo came back to him, forming a picture of objects behind the wall. Zhane was crouched on all fours atop his bunk, approximately as he would have been if he were in the room with Andros.
Unseen lips folded the Red Ranger's foreskin completely back, and the head of his cock shook as if at the back of the Silver Ranger's throat. Controlling his excitement (Andros would not concede the game so easily), the Red Ranger reached out with his mind. Gently, subtly he pried apart his comrade's ass cheeks.
Zhane had always had a talent for simulating touch with his telekinesis, but Andros had always possessed the greater capacity for imaginative application. Visualizing a rod with a thousand hair-thin, soft spines at the end, Andros began slowly spinning his creation and eased it against Zhane's upturned posterior.
Andros smiled as Zhane's soft, blond hairs moved in response to his probe, the telekinetic sense feeding the sensation back to him. He laughed aloud when a sudden constriction grasped the head of his cock as he dilated his comrade through the wall.
"Something to distract you, old friend?" Andros asked rhetorically as he pictured the prickly probe increasing in diameter, still slowly rotating.
In response, both of Andros' nipples rose taunt as the Silver Ranger expressed his appreciation. It was Andros' turn; Zhane was challenging him to make another move and acknowledging his approval of the previous one.
The Red Ranger responded by beginning a gentle in and out motion with his mind force. Simultaneously, he wrapped a column with the same fur-like texture around the length of the Zhane's rapidly stiffening shaft. Andros moved the two creations in sync, carefully avoiding the hood of his friend's cock (he had to save something for the endgame).
Zhane 'bit down' harder on his friend's nipples, as he always did when he was enjoying the telekinetic sensation. The Silver Ranger's ulterior motive became clear after a few moments; he bore down, then released his hold. The shock of the blood rushing back into the sensitive nibs broke Andros' concentration. "All right, friend; your turn."
He didn't have to wait long. The material of his nightshirt rippled as Zhane rolled his phantom hands across the Red Ranger's chest. Then Andros felt his legs rise as Zhane drew them up, revealing his own firm bottom. He grinned in anticipation; Zhane was going for a 'flying wedge' --as he had nicknamed it.
Andros exhaled as he felt the first wave of energy. His sphincter opened as the telekinetic wedge pressed into him and vanished. Again and again, the form entered him, each time slightly wider and longer until it exceeded Zhane's physical dimensions. When the third of the 'larger than life' projections moved through him, Zhane added an unexpected twist. Andros jumped as the psychic energy reformed within him shaped as a small sphere and shot up, bursting like a bubble against his prostate.
Andros indulged in the feeling for a while, letting his excitement grow, and allowing Zhane to believe he still held the upper hand. But soon it was time for his friend to learn what two years of solitude had taught him about using his powers creatively. As Zhane began to make the texture of his insertions more pliant and varied, Andros reached across and flared the Silver Ranger's foreskin open like a flower. Clenching the base of Zhane's cock as if it were buried deep within him, Andros simultaneously simulated deep throating the head.
Andros felt the tempo of the Zhane's penetration increase as he worked the dual effect up and down the Silver Ranger's shaft in opposition. The delicious, deep 'thunk' of the spheres within him crescendoed as his own stimulation crossed in the center of Zhane's long manhood. The Silver Ranger apparently appreciated the feeling, adding a mouth-like caress to Andros' cock has he began the 'flying wedge' again; this time keeping Andros open between insertions.
They had played this game all night long in the past; the pace of this round was practically frantic. Andros felt his need for release growing.
Maintaining the dual assault on his blond comrade's erection, Andros began to stroke in and out of his ass as well. Zhane responded as expected, picking up his pace, trying to drive Andros to orgasm first.
Andros reveled in the sensation of having another telekinetic playing with his body again. It was delicious and satisfying in a way his encounters with his new teammates weren't. Oh yes, Carlos was responsive, TJ was energetic, Cassie had surprised him with her unexpected sultriness, and Ashley?. Ashley was beautiful, and he longed to have her all to himself. But the rewards of sensual pleasure were different with his new friends. As much as he enjoyed playing with all of them, they were not telekinetics. He had sorely missed the touch of another's mind. Still, this was Zhane, his oldest friend and oldest rival; Andros was not willing to let him win this game.
He could tell the Silver Ranger was close. Using their TK always sped them to climax. Time to surprise his old friend and welcome him back properly.
Andros reached out, feeling gingerly where his mind connected to Zhane's body. He confined the sucking and clenching motions to within a centimeter of each other so that both occurred essentially simultaneously. He extended into Zhane's round, sensitive ass as far as he could, filling him full and pulsing outward. Then, using the move which preserved his sanity in the solitude, he turned everything inside out and used the finest, firmest, softest texture he could create to simultaneously rub the inside of Zhane's cockhead and prostate.
All of the Silver Ranger's actions froze.
Andros delivered the final blow; just below the surface of the skin, he milked Zhane's shaft from within, running wave after wave of the fine bristled sensation down to the root of his phallus.
Andros' legs dropped as the Silver Ranger's concentration collapsed into orgasm. As he tasted victory (and fancied he heard Zhane's exclamations through the wall), the secondary wave of telekinetic backwash shot through him, driving him over the edge as well. The Red Ranger called out as he came fiercely, released as he had not been for years.
It was a moment before he rose to toss his garment into the laundry and put on a fresh nightshirt. As he stood naked, the communicator beeped. Certain it was Zhane, he activated the viewer.
"You've been practicing," the boy-faced man said with a smirk. The faintest of scars showed on his pale skin through the dark blond hair on his chest. "I concede the first round to you, Andros."
Smiling as the fresh sleeping gown fell over his smooth body, Andros replied, "You could have just come over."
"Where's the challenge in that? Besides, you looked like someone who needed to be touched within."
"You're right," Andros admitted, pulling his long hair through the neck opening. "That was wonderful, Zhane. Thank you. But enough for now; we've got a big day ahead of us."
"I know. It's good to be back, Andros."
"It's good to have you, old friend. Sweet dreams."
"You too." The screen went dark.
Andros returned to his bunk and, for the first time in weeks, allowed himself hope that with Zhane's help they'd finally find Zordon and defeat Astronema. Then there'd be time for his lost sister...
Placing his hand over the picture locket he always wore over his heart, Andros drifted swiftly into deep, peaceful sleep.