End
"Man, this had better be worth it!" Rocky grunted as he pulled himself over another stony outcropping. Why did Tommy have to pick this morning to go rock climbing of all things? In fact, he hadn't even realized that Tommy liked rock climbing.
Rocky paused once he had his feet securely under him and stripped off his blue t-shirt; he wiped his sweaty face in the comfortable cotton. It was beastly hot, even with the breeze! Of course, it didn't help that they were out in the desert.
So why was he out here scraping his fingers and tearing holes in his jeans (his mother was going to kill him!)? Because he was horny, and for some ungodly reason, ever since he had claimed his Zeo shard, his hormones had their sights set on Tommy.
He finally found Zeo Ranger Five just over the next ridge, sitting at the edge of the cliff. Like himself, Tommy was shirtless, but he had kicked off his shoes. The wind whipped his long brown locks around in a nebulous mass as he stared out across the barren sand. Arms resting across his knees, Tommy looked the picture of concentration. It was more than that, however; Rocky could see the obvious tension in the taut muscles of his teammate's shoulders and back.
_He's so uptight, I probably couldn't get my dick up his ass,_ Rocky snorted to himself. Then, he grinned slyly. _But it'll be fun trying!_
"Hey, Tommy," he called out casually as he drew nearer, thinking it better to announce himself than surprise his friend and have him go toppling over the edge.
"Hey," came the listless response. Tommy never even looked up.
"Nice view," Rocky continued, taking a seat. While he hadn't been invited, he hadn't been told to leave, either. He noticed the red shirt crumpled next to his leader. It was going to take some getting used to seeing Tommy in red; although, the same could be said for him and blue.
Now that he wasn't exerting himself, the sun felt pretty good soaking into his skin, so Rocky kicked off his shoes and stretched out on his back beside Tommy. _Fewer clothes to remove later!_ "Whatcha doin'?"
"Thinking."
"You had to climb the biggest pile of rocks in the desert to do that?"
Tommy finally looked over at Rocky. With a wan smile, he shrugged. "I don't know. Ever since we got our Ninja Powers, I've felt drawn to this place --like there's something out here I was meant to find. Now, I don't know that I ever will."
Rocky wasn't quite sure what to make of his statement. "So, what are you thinking about?" he pursued instead.
"Jason."
That was not the answer Rocky was expecting. He figured that Tommy was just moping and missing Kim; Billy had warned them after Kim's last visit that they'd probably have to keep an eye on Tommy to make sure he didn't try and go it alone, waiting until Kim's next visit to get the relief he needed. Rocky hadn't quite understood what Billy was getting at; Tommy had been through enough `trips' to know that saving himself for Kim wasn't a good thing, and besides, Rocky knew full well that Tommy enjoyed having sex with the others as much as he did --well, maybe almost as much! At any rate, Rocky had been prepared to talk about Kim, not his predecessor.
"Jason?"
"Man, he's left me some pretty big shoes to fill," Tommy sighed.
"Tell me about it," Rocky mumbled, thinking back to his early days as the Red Ranger. Jason was a hard act to follow, and he'd always been grateful that he hadn't been required to be team leader, too. Although, why would Tommy be stressing about filling Jason's shoes now? It wasn't as if he had just taken over for him or anything like that.
"Do you realize that I'm the Red Ranger now?"
"Uh huh."
"And team leader?"
"Yeah, so?"
Tommy sighed. "That's Jason's job, not mine. I never wanted to be team leader; I was content following Jason's lead --he was the best! But for some reason when Zordon made me the White Ranger, he also made me leader --no reason given. I felt horrible about it; Jason had more than earned the right to keep the job. I didn't want to take it away from him. I know Jase was hurt, but he never blamed me ... he always said he trusted Zordon's judgement. Man, he really helped me out, showed me the ropes...."
"It turned out for the best, though," Rocky pointed out. "Jason wound up going to Switzerland, and the Power Rangers wouldn't have survived Zedd with a rookie leading the team."
"I know. You have no idea how relieved I was that Jason transferred his powers to you. I could handle being the White Ranger and being the leader.... I couldn't have taken his powers, too. When I first lost the Green Ranger Powers, I swore I wouldn't take any of my friends' powers for anything."
"Tommy, these aren't Jason's powers," Rocky reminded him. "They're totally different. In a lot of ways, it's like we were fated to get them. If you ask me, I think Jason would really be proud of the job you've done as team leader and think it's pretty cool that you're carrying on the tradition of the Red Ranger being a strong leader and all that stuff.
"If you want to talk about some difficult shoes to fill, how about Billy's? What's the Blue Ranger's legacy? Being the team brain. There is no way I'm even in Billy's league when it comes to smarts."
"No one expects you to be Billy," Tommy said.
"And no one expects you to be Jason. Except for Billy, none of us have ever served with Jason, so how would we know what he's like? But we do know you, and you're one helluva leader."
"Thanks, Rocky."
"Hey, what are teammates and friends for?"
"So, what brings you up here --not just to give me a pep talk, I'm sure," Tommy remarked.
Rocky gave him the eye and wiggled his eyebrows caddishly. Tommy just laughed and shook his head in disbelief.
"I can't help it," Rocky said in his defense. "The Red Ranger in me wants to fuck the Red Ranger in you."
"Oh? And what about the Red Ranger in Jason?"
"I'd fuck `im, too, if he were here!"
"Well, I wouldn't be a very good leader if I didn't see to my teammates' well-being before my own," Tommy quipped.
Rocky found it a peculiar turn of phrase but had no time to puzzle it out as Tommy suddenly rolled over and hovered over him, pinning him against the gritty sand. When Tommy's mouth descended on his, Rocky could almost taste the current Red Ranger's burning hunger.
_Hel-looo! Just who's supposed to be doing whom here?_ Rocky wondered to himself as his partner seemed to be drilling for oil in his tonsils. It had to be the most forceful kiss Tommy had ever given him. In fact, Tommy's whole attitude was so unlike his usual self; Rocky always liked it when he fucked him hard and deep, but this was something different. There was an intensity, an aggression that the new Red Ranger didn't normally display. Ravenous hunger was how Rocky would describe it. _Can we say, 'someone hasn't had any in a while?'_ Whatever was behind Tommy's mood, Rocky had no complaints and was willing to go with the flow.
Tommy's pelvis ground against Rocky's insistently, and when he finally let the Blue Zeo Ranger up for air, Tommy began roughly licking and nipping his way down Rocky's throat to his sweat-slick chest. When Rocky tried to touch Tommy in return, his teammate all but growled at him and pinned his hands above his head.
_O-kaaaay, maybe I should have brought a tent stake and some silk scarves!_ Rocky snickered silently. It was weird just lying there and letting Tommy do him; however, he was used to following his teammate's lead, and he had to admit, it felt pretty awesome! He held his position as best he could, but it was damned hard when Tommy was pinching his taut nipples so excitingly. The exquisite pressure had the Blue Ranger writhing in ecstasy.
Even as Tommy mouthed his way down the ripple of abdominal muscle, his fingers tore at the snap and zipper on Rocky's jeans. Rocky sighed as his aching erection was freed, and he barely had time to appreciate the feel of the sun and the air on his skin before Tommy wrapped his hand around the base of his dick in a firm grip and swallowed the rest down his throat.
"Oh, God...!" Rocky groaned, awash in sheer bliss, as his leader gobbled up his eager meat. Tommy did give some awesome blowjobs, and this was swiftly turning into one of the best Rocky had ever received. Tommy relentlessly devoured the length of his shaft, savagely licking and sucking. Rocky's body arched off the ground as Tommy dove in to slurp his balls into his mouth.
Between his already-on-the-edge state and Tommy's determination to get him off, Rocky rapidly found himself on the brink of what was sure to be an explosive orgasm. He whimpered and moaned, squirming and writhing, in exquisite anticipation, feeling the molten lava of pleasure boiling in his balls and throughout his veins. His hips snapped forward, driving his cock deep into Tommy's mouth with almost the same primal intensity with which Tommy went down on him.
At last it became too much for Rocky to hold back --he just had to touch his partner somehow, so he reached out and grabbed a handful of Tommy's hair and tried holding his head in place as he fucked the Red Ranger's mouth.
"T-Tommy...!" he stammered, the name melding into a shout of joy that echoed loudly in the still desert air as his orgasm erupted. Fiery jets of come spurted down Tommy's throat, and he almost literally sucked Rocky dry.
The Blue Ranger was scarcely more than a quivering blob of flesh when Tommy finally pulled his mouth away. For all his oral ferocity, Tommy gently stroked Rocky's cock and hypersensitive balls until Rocky found himself squirming slightly with the beginnings of renewed life.
"Oh, man," he rasped, his throat raw as his chest heaved with his gasps for air. "Lord, that was a good one!"
"Glad you liked it," Tommy replied with a wry smirk.
"But how am I supposed to fuck your tight ass with a limp dick?"
"Don't worry; I think I can come up with a way to get you ready again."
Tommy stood, and Rocky avidly watched as he shucked his jeans. _Look, ma, no underwear!_ Of course, he hadn't bothered with any either.
For a moment, Tommy stood over him, slowly pumping his cock to readiness (not that it needed any help, the guy had to be hard to the point of pain!); however, there was something pleasing to the eye in the way he stood there, body glistening with perspiration in the sunlight as if he'd been oiled up, his hair flying about wildly in the wind, his whole body taut with desire, his head canted back, his face aglow with ecstasy and need.... _Ooh, the girls would be so jealous if they could see me now!_
At last, Tommy turned his gaze towards him, his dark eyes ablaze with a feral, lustful fire that seemed to say, `I want you; you are mine!' It gave Rocky ecstatic shivers. Then, Tommy straddled his body, dropping down to kneel with Rocky's face between his thighs. His left hand went to Rocky's head (and he frowned momentarily as there wasn't enough hair to grab hold of) as his right hand fed Rocky his dick.
Rocky's fingers bit deep into the rippling cheeks of Tommy's ass as he braced himself, determined to give as good as he got. Tommy was driving deep; it was hard to keep from choking. He must have conveyed his difficulty somehow because Tommy suddenly eased up, and Rocky was better able to suck him off.
"Oh, yeah ... man, that feels awesome...." Tommy moaned. Then, he gave a violent lurch and a wild groan as Rocky's tongue bore down on one particular spot. Rocky struggled to hold back a smile (although it was hard to grin with a cock in one's mouth); however, his eyes glinted with mischief as he watched the Red Ranger just about lose all control above him. In fact, he was more than a little disappointed when Tommy abruptly pulled out.
Rocky suddenly found himself tugged forward and tumbled into Tommy's arms. Tommy's tongue plundered the depths of his mouth again with desperation. He had never seen Tommy in a mood like this! Then, just as suddenly, Tommy tore himself away, and Rocky found himself turned away from his teammate and urged onto all fours. Tommy began brushing the sand from his butt.
"Hey, aren't you forgetting something?" Rocky queried as he felt a covetous hand caress his backside, fingertips lightly teasing his crack. He was about to tell Tommy about the small bottle in his right front pocket --_Personal lube, don't leave home without it!_-- since Tommy was notorious for forgetting his, when Tommy answered, "No."
Then, to Rocky's surprise, he felt his teammate's tongue roughly swipe across his bottom in a hard lick.
"Ohhh," he moaned with delight as Tommy seriously began eating his ass with the same ravenous hunger with which he'd consumed his cock. The sensation was so exquisite, Rocky nearly couldn't support himself. As it was, he couldn't hold still; every lick and bite had him wriggling, thrusting back for more than mere teasing.
"Man, you are driving me ... nuts!" he yelped as Tommy's tongue wetly slid down the channel of his backside, pausing to swirl about the sensitive, puckered opening, and as if that hadn't felt fantastic enough, Tommy shaped his tongue into a hard point and drove it inside.
Rocky had never had his ass eaten before, and he couldn't believe how good it felt!
"Oh, God!" he all but sobbed. This was almost too much! He dug his fingers into the grit and sand, moaning and whimpering his pleasure and desire.
Tommy's hand slipped between his trembling legs to caress and pump his dick, testing its harness. Rocky felt like his senses were going to explode. Tommy's tongue fell away, only to be replaced by a long finger, which worked past his sphincter and into his depths. Without the lube to ease the way, the invasion smarted some, but Rocky couldn't have cared less.
"Fuck me!" he demanded; it didn't matter how badly he wanted to be in Tommy's ass; the Red Ranger just had to take him! "Oh, God, Tommy, please...!"
He could no longer wait for Tommy to slather him up, and the moment he felt the fleshy tip of Tommy's dick pushing at his hole, he drove back hard, meeting Tommy's forward thrust.
"Uhhnn!" both men moaned as Tommy's prick was buried deep between Rocky's cheeks. By this time, Rocky was almost as wild as his partner, and he impaled himself over and over on Tommy's steel-hard rod even as Tommy relentlessly pistoned into his hot ass.
Rocky was scarcely capable of forming a coherent thought as Tommy's cock stirred up a raging fire that blazed across his senses, searing them with primal pleasure. For a while, all Rocky knew was that driving rhythm and the need to be taken and filled until he could no longer stand it.
And Tommy's need was equally all-consuming as his pelvis slapped against Rocky's taut bottom. The guttural sounds of his rising pleasure mingled with Rocky's until their voices were indistinguishable.
Rocky had reached his threshold. In his mind, he begged Tommy to come. He didn't care where the Red Ranger shot his load just as long as he shot it so Rocky could bury his cock in that awesomely tight butt of his and fuck him like crazy.
Tommy's body gave a sudden lurch, and he cried out rawly as his orgasm tore through him like wildfire. However, he never missed a stroke, thoroughly reaming Rocky's ass until he was completely spent. Weakly, he collapsed against Rocky's back then sluiced down his body to the hot sand like sweat trickling down his well-muscled chest.
The heated encounter had provoked Rocky's rekindled lust to its fullest. He turned on Tommy, pouncing on him and pinning him to the ground. He grinned wickedly at his lover and hissed, "My turn!"
Rocky started with his own hungry kiss, twining his tongue around Tommy's in a fierce, erotic tango. When the Red Ranger reached for him, Rocky reciprocated Tommy's dominating move and pinioned his arms out of the way. Then, he commenced tasting his lover's hot body, delighting in the way he was making Tommy squirm. He loved making his fearless leader squirm! But even more than that, he loved fucking his fearless leader's tight butt.
He barely paid lip service to his partner's still-spent cock and moved onto his true objective. For a moment, Rocky considered flipping Tommy over and tonguing his luscious cheeks, but that'd be a treat for another time. No, he knew exactly how he wanted to take Tommy.
"I'm gonna do you Red Ranger style," Rocky growled as he pressed Tommy's legs back against his abdomen. After all, hadn't Tommy once told him that this was Jason's favorite way to do it?
Normally, Rocky took his time with lubing up himself and his partner; however, he dispensed with the pleasantries, eager to shove his dick into one of the tightest asses he'd ever been in. With the same enthusiasm Tommy had demonstrated, Rocky plunged his cock in deep, and Tommy met his thrust with an equally fierce pump of the hips. Rocky wasted no time in drilling Tommy's depths, his pace fast and furious. At the first savage strokes, he watched Tommy's eyes snap open wide with surprise then close again as he was overwhelmed by the fiery pleasure Rocky stirred within him.
Rocky worked Tommy's ass with delightful ferocity, letting the delicious grip of Tommy's muscles around his raging cock carry him away until he felt his own muscles coiling, his balls rising and tensing, his dick swelling....
With a shout akin to a roar, Rocky pumped Tommy's bottom full of his seed. His whole body trembled, spasming as spurt after spurt of hot fluid rocketed out of him. Rocky couldn't remember the last time he'd come so hard --or so long. Finally, his prick was as wasted as the rest of him, and he sat back, his cock slipping free of Tommy's exquisite hold.
"Oh, man, that was good," he sighed as he flopped tiredly onto the ground next to Tommy.
"Tell me about it. I needed that more than I thought," Tommy mumbled.
The two lay in the sand, staring up at the cloudless, azure sky.
"We should probably be getting back," Tommy said at last, his sigh clearly indicating he'd rather do anything but that.
"Yeah, or at the very least cover up," Rocky added. "Can you imagine trying to explain how we got sunburned there?"
Tommy chuckled softly at that as Rocky climbed to his feet. The Blue Ranger stretched and swiped at the sand coating his back and behind. Then, he gave his backside a more serious rub. "Man, I haven't been this sore since the last time Aisha spanked me!"
Tommy burst out laughing. "You're incorrigible!"
"Maybe you should have gotten the blue Zeo Powers," Rocky snorted, reaching for his jeans. "You're starting to talk like Billy!" Then, he paused, considering. "I wonder ... if I was drawn to you, Red Ranger to Red Ranger, I wonder if I'll be drawn to Billy."
"Or me to Adam," Tommy added thoughtfully. "We'll just have to wait and see." He grabbed his socks and tried to shake the sand out of them. When that failed, he just stuffed them in his pockets. However, almost as soon as he stuck his foot in his shoe, he pulled it out again. "Ugh! I hate having sand in my shoes!"
"Tell me about it," Rocky grimaced, up-ending his own sneakers and emptying the gritty contents. "I bet Jason hated having sand in his shoes, too."
For a moment, neither Ranger said a thing as Rocky's words sank in. They needed no further explanation. Tommy smiled gratefully.
"Thanks, Rocky."
"No problemo, Oh-fearless-leader," he quipped. He watched as Tommy slipped on his red shirt, then glanced at the blue one bunched in his hands. He couldn't help the wicked grin that tugged at the corners of his mouth.
"You know, you really should have gotten a different color power," he remarked casually.
"Why's that?"
"Because I look lots better in red than you do."