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For Naomi by special request. I don't know where David and John got all this stuff, but here's what my Muse did with it. Hope you all enjoy! Oh, and thanks to LR for the peppermint stick; I was wondering where I was going to put that (pun very much intended).
2:15 a.m.
RRRRIIIINNNNGGGG!!!!
"!!@#$%^&*#@!!"
SMASH!
It only dimly registered in Tommy's sleep-fogged brain that he'd totaled yet another alarm clock. He was just about to roll over and bury his head under his pillow in hopes of picking up where he left off with his dream (and what a dream!), when something more effective than his alarm went off.
Beep. Beep. Beep-beep. Beep. Beep.
The White Ranger was awake in an instant at the sound of that six-toned chime.
_Grab some pants ... communicator ... get to the Command Center...._
However, when he attempted to leap out of bed, he found himself in an ignominious heap on the floor save for his right foot, which had been securely tied with his bathrobe belt to the bedpost.
"What the hell...?" he grumbled, tugging at the knot, but the harder he pulled, the tighter the cord around his ankle became.
Beep. Beep. Beep-beep. Beep. Beep.
He didn't have time to fool with this! Nor for the dozens of questions racing through his brain. He simply hit the mechanism on his communicator and teleported out of the mess.
Moments later, Tommy materialized in the Command Center.
"Zordon. Alpha. What's up?" he asked breathlessly, rather surprised to find he was the only Ranger present.
"Tommy? What are you doing...?" Alpha began, and it was a curious thing to hear his mechanical voice trail off in mid-sentence. The White Ranger turned to face their mentor and discovered that he was ... smiling? It seriously looked as if Zordon was trying desperately not to laugh. Thoroughly puzzled, Tommy frowned, then he caught a glimpse of his reflection in the metallic surfaces of the Command Center.
There he stood, looking battle ready, with his hair sticking up every which-a-way, a serious coating of razor stubble on his chin, and dressed in nothing but a pair of boxer shorts decorated with horses and teddy bears (which were extremely tented out in the front --testament to the power of his dream). Tommy wanted to die of embarrassment. Blushing, he ran his hand through his wayward locks (in vain!), and he frantically tried to rein in his hormones. Thankfully, neither Zordon nor Alpha laughed out loud, by he'd bet any amount of money they'd both bust a gut once he left!
"What brings you here in the middle of the night?" Zordon queried, his tone not quite devoid of amusement.
"Didn't you just summon me? My communicator went off...."
"No, Tommy, we did not," the Eltarian responded.
"What's going on here?" the befuddled White Ranger fumed, feeling ridiculous--and he hated feeling ridiculous! "First my alarm goes off, then my communicator. My foot was tied to the end of my bed and I couldn't get it loose so I couldn't get my pants on...."
"Heh-heh, heh-heh, heh-heh."
Tommy whirled to find the normally helpful automaton trying to stifle a snicker, and the heat in his cheeks rose.
"Alpha...." Zordon chided.
"Sorry, Tommy." The little robot sounded anything but contrite.
"It would appear you were the victim of a practical joke," Zordon continued.
Duh! He wasn't that dense. The question was who nailed him. Zack was the obvious choice; the Black Ranger loved a good prank as much as Tommy did. However, he was out of town attending a funeral. Someone had teleported in and rigged his alarm and communicator ... someone who knew he was a very sound sleeper, knew that the communicator chime would bring him 'round and that he'd like as not look like a total wreck teleporting into the Command Center....
Jase or Kim.
He decided to pay the former a little visit.
2:30 a.m.
Buzz...buzz....buzz...buzz
"!!@#$%^&*#@!!"
Jason slapped out blindly to turn off his alarm and succeeded in knocking it off the nightstand. It couldn't be time to get up yet! Besides, he'd been having a really awesome dream.
Oh well, he sighed regretfully as he began to drift off to sleep once again; however, his little fantasy had gotten the ol' hormones in a pretty good uproar. Maybe he wasn't all that tired....
Beep. Beep. Beep-beep. Beep. Beep.
Jason was awake in an instant. He started to sit up and grab for his communicator when he became aware of two things: 1) he was completely naked ... I know I had shorts on when I went to sleep; my dream wasn't that intense! ... and 2) when he moved, he felt something thick, sticky, and liquid trickle down his chest. Now wait a minute! I hadn't come in my dream, and there's no way I'd get that kind of distance. Just as he reached for the lamp, a burst of white light filled the room.
"Okay, buddy, what's the big ... idea...." Tommy's words died on his lips, and he doubled over with laughter.
Jason was slathered in chocolate sauce, honey and decorated with mini marshmallows. There was even a cute little smiley face on his tummy, a squishy white cube in his navel forming the nose.
"Don't you look adorable," Jason muttered with as much aplomb as he could muster, regarding the horsies and teddies bemusedly. Tommy scowled at him. "Kim give you those?"
"Actually, no. I got 'em from my dad's five-year-old niece at a Christmas gift exchange," Tommy grumbled, silently daring his best friend to make a comment about that. "Kim thinks they're cute, though." Then he regarded his teammate's sweet-streaked body, and couldn't keep the amusement out of his voice. "You, however, look good enough to eat."
"Then why don't you," Jason challenged, his hard-on undiminished.
Tommy cocked his head thoughtfully, studying the gooey confection of his bud's body. "Why not. Nothing like dessert at two in the morning," he quipped with a jaunty grin, the last vestiges of his dream keeping his own cock at half stand. Just maybe, Jase would return the favor. "Do you have a rubber band or something? I gotta pull my hair back; it's a bitch getting honey out of it."
"On the desk; you left one the last time you were here," Jason answered; his lips pulled into a wry smirk. "And just how do you know how difficult it is to get honey out of your hair?"
Tommy grinned sheepishly. "Kim was in a kinky mood one day, and...." He let the implication hang.
"What love drives a man to do," Jason snickered; however, that broke off into a gasp which transformed into a low moan as Tommy raised one foot to his lips and sucked a big toe into his mouth.
The Red Ranger was coated from neck to toes in dessert topping. As Tommy nipped a marshmallow from between his partner's toes, he hoped he wouldn't get a stomach ache. He was also grateful Jason's feet weren't as ticklish as his own; he didn't want to get kicked in the mouth!
Jason dug his fingers into the sheets, bracing himself as Tommy's hot mouth enveloped his toes and his tongue caressed each one, licking away the thick coating with obvious relish. He was trying not to move much so as not to get the syrup all over the linens, but it was so damned hard to stay still! Very carefully, the velvet of his partner's moist, supple tongue glided over him--down the top of his foot, up the ankle--devouring every sticky, gooey inch of his flesh. Tommy was being so thorough that it was driving Jason insane.
"All you need are some nuts, whipped topping, and a cherry," Tommy mused, reflecting on what his human sundae was missing.
"You want cream? Move that mouth of yours a little higher," Jason all but growled, his hips thrusting forward sharply. Tommy laughed and returned to savoring his sugary treat.
The White Ranger's tongue lapped at his teammate's skin with long, lingering strokes, swiped down to the back of his knee then to the insides of his thigh where honey gold streaked with chocolate brown trickled down the well-muscled expanse. As maddening as Tommy's oral ministrations were, even more so was the syrup mix as it oozed down Jason's abdomen to his sides and drizzled down his rampant dick to tickle his sensitized balls. He didn't know whether to moan in pleasure or scream in frustration.
"Come on, man!" the Red Ranger pleaded as his partner's mouth stopped shy of his groin and he positioned himself at the other foot. "Quit playin' with my feet!"
"I don't want this stuff all over me," Tommy replied and repeated the torturously pleasurable process all over again.
Jason gritted his teeth, biting back a needy whimper. His hand unconsciously reached down to stroke his throbbing organ.
"Ah, ah, ah," Tommy scolded. "Are you sure you want to do that? You touch your sticky prick, you'd better not grab my hair."
Muttering, Jason drew his hand back. Besides, he'd rather have Tommy clean his cock than have messy fingers. Still the urge to touch himself was nigh-overpowering. He settled for tracing his fingers across his slick pecs and touching his stone-hard nipples, flicking away their puffy decorations. He sucked in a hissing breath, and closed his eyes, wallowing in the fiery sensations coursing through his veins.
Finally he felt his thighs parted. Opening his eyes, he gazed up at Tommy and found him hovering above him, plucking his hand from where his fingers traced swirls in the glaze on his chest. His teammate then slurped each finger into his awesome mouth.
"Haven't you had enough yet?" Jason gasped, wriggling under the onslaught of Tommy nipping at the pads of his fingers and sucking the length of his digits as he would his dick.
"You'd better hope I still have room," the White Ranger replied between fingers. "I haven't even gotten to the good parts yet."
"What are you waiting for?"
"Christmas?" Tommy chuckled. He bent forward, and with his teeth, plucked the marshmallow from Jason's bellybutton.
The Red Ranger's retort rumbled from deep in his chest when his lover's hand wrapped around his anxious prick and pumped lustily. Impatience turned to bliss as Tommy opened wide and swallowed his candy-coated cock.
"Oh, man ... oh, yeah ... that's it...." Jason moaned as Tommy took him deep. "... suck me ... ooooh harder ... keep going...!"
Tommy raised his eyes and regarded his best bud with amusement. Jase was totally losing it! He pulled back and fondled his teammate's tacky balls. "You like this?"
"I love that! Don't stop," Jason pleaded when Tommy released him, but it was only to deep throat him once again. He bucked his hips forward eagerly, frenetically, literally fucking his friend's mouth.
"Now!" he rasped, trying not to shout (and wake his parents) as his senses exploded with a hellacious orgasm. Tommy held his hips and gulped down everything he had to give.
"Man, after all that sweet stuff, I needed something with a little salt," Tommy murmured.
"There's still plenty left of both," Jason invited coyly.
"Uh uh, you can wash the rest off," Tommy grimaced. "Man, my stomach ... you got any Pepto-Bismol?"
"Wanna help?" Jason asked, nodding towards the general direction of the bathroom.
"If I do that, we won't get around to figuring out who set us up."
Jason sat up and made room for Tommy to take a seat on his bed. He bent down to retrieve his clock; for some reason, something about it didn't seem right. However, he paid the fleeting thought no mind. "Good point. Any ideas? I thought of Zack, but he was so bummed about his uncle's funeral ...."
"I thought it was you, but there's no way you could have basted yourself so thoroughly," Tommy mused, "but I think I may have an idea. Who else knows I sleep in embarrassingly cute boxer shorts and would know specifically about chocolate, honey and marshmallows?"
The two shared knowing looks and chimed simultaneously, "Kim."
3:27 a.m.
After Jason caught a quick (and very tempting for Tommy) shower, the two
teleported over to the Hart residence. They arrived in Kim's room and
found her sound asleep.
"How can she look so blasted innocent?" Jason wondered.
Tommy just shrugged. "Let's look around and see if we can find anything to nail her."
"I thought you were sure she did it."
"I want solid proof; Kim will make my life a living hell if I pull the stunt we planned on her for no reason."
Jason merely nodded. He couldn't blame Tommy; he wasn't particularly fond of having Kim pissed at him either.
It was difficult to search by moonlight. Tommy noticed the telltale light on Kim's clock indicating that her alarm was on. Curious, he hit the button to see what time she had it set for. 3:30. He frowned and absently switched the buzzer off. Then, his fingers brushed against something unusual on the back side of the casing. Examining the clock, he found a silvery disk fastened to the back of it, and from the disk trailed a barely visible, hair-thin cord. His fingers followed the line to where it connected to her communicator.
"It looks like Kim's been set up, too," he whispered. It was after 3:30 now, and nothing had happened. "I think someone rigged the communicators to go off after the alarms did."
"You know, if Kim was a guy, I'd say she was having a helluva dream," Jason remarked bemusedly. He gestured towards the sheet, which tented up between her legs.
"What the...?" Tommy carefully peeled the sheet back. The Pink Ranger was nude, and wedged between her legs, buried in her snatch, was a peppermint stick about 3.5 inches in diameter. Judging by her sleepy whimpers and short hip thrusts, the candy rod was reinforcing some aspect of her dream.
"A peppermint stick?" Jason snickered softly. To his surprise, Tommy appeared to be blushing.
"She wondered what I'd taste like with chocolate and honey, and I wondered how she'd taste peppermint flavored," he admitted sheepishly.
"So how was she?"
"Mmmmm." Carefully, Tommy eased the mint pole out of his girlfriend's tight pussy. He always knew she was hot, as was evidenced by the way the confection was melted.
"Why'd you have to go and spoil Kim's fun?" Jason questioned. "She's going to wake up sticky in the morning and wonder why."
"As long as she doesn't taste herself, she'll just chalk it up to her wet dream," Tommy reasoned. "Besides, I don't want her blaming me for this."
The Red Ranger softly padded over to look at Kim's clock, taking note of Tommy's discovery. "I think there was one of these on the back of my clock."
"Mine, too, probably --if we care to sift through the wreckage."
"I'm going to start buying you clocks for your birthday and Christmas so you have plenty of spares," Jason teased, knowing his friend's penchant for brutalizing inoffensive timepieces.
Tommy ignored the comment. "I think this narrows our field down, don't you?"
"Uh huh. Only two Rangers I know of have the intelligence to rig clocks to communicators."
"And which one is Kim most likely to confide all her little sex secrets to?"
The two grinned wickedly and revised their plans.
4:00 a.m.
" ... and this next number is for all you nightowls out there...."
"!!@#$%^&*#@!!"
Trini stirred as her radio alarm went off. It can't be time to get up yet; I feel like I just went to bed!
She made to hit the snooze button but couldn't move her arm. Puzzled, she pried her sleep-heavy eyes open; what she discovered snapped her to full wakefulness. She was seated, naked, in a chair, her arms tied securely to either side of the back, her legs were spread wide and her ankles also fastened. She wasn't in her room but somebody's basement.
"Beep. Beep. Beep-beep. Beep. Beep."
Her head snapped up at the sound of two deep voices singing out the familiar alarm. Before her stood Tommy and Jason, dressed as they had been for bed, and glaring at her, arms folded across their chests. Tommy's hair was still a fly-away mess, and there were traces of chocolate along Jason's jawline. The Yellow Ranger could not fight back a grin.
"Busted," Jason intoned sternly.
"What do you have to say for yourself," Tommy added.
"Trick or treat?" she ventured without remorse.
Their scowls deepened.
"April Fools?" she tried again, unrepentant.
Both sets of dark eyes glittered with devilish intent, and both mouths quirked into mischievous grins. Trini's eyes went wide with a touch of concern; when they both looked like that, it didn't bode well at all.
"I think it's time we gave somebody a taste of her own medicine," Tommy said, as he and Jase produced the bottles of Hershey Syrup and honey she had stashed away in her room. They had also found an empty mini-marshmallow package.
"Since you used all the marshmallows on me, we'll just have to make due with marshmallow creme," Jason added.
"Uh, guys, can't we take a rain check on this? We have to get up for school in a couple hours," Trini protested.
Tommy took the bottle of chocolate and squirted the contents all over the Yellow Ranger's chest. She gave a gasp as the cool liquid (they had made sure to stick it in the 'fridge for a bit) splashed across her skin. He drew swirls and squiggles all about, decorating her heaving breasts and taut little nipples. Then, he repeated the process with the honey, making sure she was well coated.
Meanwhile, Jason was adding touches with the thick, white cream. He glopped it between her toes, in her belly button, and all over her sweet little snatch, taking special care to make sure her stiff clit was well slathered. The subtle stimulation all over her body had Trini starting to wriggle with burgeoning need.
"Please, guys...!" Trini pleaded with a gasping laugh.
"Taste familiar?" Tommy queried impishly as he slipped the melted end of a peppermint stick into her mouth to silence her. Trini's eyes got very round; she recognized Kim's flavor. Then, Jason produced another striped pole and worked it into her pussy, teasing her sex mercilessly.
"Now what, bro?" Tommy wondered.
"We let her sit a spell until she's good and horny, then we send her home without doing a thing to her," Jason answered slyly.
Trini shook her head in desperation.
"So, what do we do in the meantime?"
"Oh, I had a few ideas," was the nonchalant reply. The Red Ranger tugged at his partner's boxers. "You were filling these out pretty good earlier, and I was too sticky to return the favor when you did me."
"Sounds good to me," Tommy agreed as he eagerly shucked his sleepwear. "Besides, Trini should enjoy the show." He smiled sweetly at the bound Yellow Ranger. She glared at him darkly. The White Ranger's soft laughter became a gasp as something cool and slick oozed down his heated prick. "Jase!"
"You're the only one who hasn't been sticky tonight," Jason retorted and promptly swallowed his best friend's chocolate-coated cock. Tommy moaned with blissful delight as Jason devoured his dick.
However, after a few moments, to Tommy's disappointment, Jason pulled away. "Not bad; maybe with some caramel and whipped cream.... Say, I have an even better idea. Get down on all fours," he directed.
"What's an even better idea?" Tommy wondered as he complied. In response, he felt a stream of chocolate slide down his crack.
"Hope this stuff makes a good lube," Jason mused as he worked the sweet syrup with fingers and tongue into his willing partner's ass. Then, he left him for a minute, approaching Trini. He slipped the peppermint stick from her mouth. "Mind if I borrow this?"
"You guys are evil!" Trini hissed through clenched teeth, the slow fall of thick sauce over her most sensitive extremities driving her nuts.
"That's me, the original evil Ranger," Tommy retorted.
"He wasn't nearly such a bad boy when he was evil," Jason responded.
Tommy caught a glimpse of the red and white stick in Jason's hand and eyed it warily. "What are you going to do with that."
Jason grinned with devilish delight. "I wanna see how you taste peppermint flavored!"