"So, how do you feel about everything?"

Tommy grinned, hearing his best friend's voice call out from the bathroom of their shared motel room. He was training full-time at the racetrack in Las Vegas, and Jason had taken the chance to drop by during Thanksgiving weekend. The Scotts were away East, visiting relatives, and he hadn't wanted to stay at college on his own for the holiday. The two young men had spent all day at the track, with Tommy showing his friend around, introducing him to the team, tinkering some with his car and even letting Jason take a spin, with his Uncle's permission. Now it was early evening, and they were getting ready to hit the town. Tommy had already finished with his shower and was waiting for his friend to do the same.

"About what?" he called back, stepping into a pair of white briefs. He heard the shower being turned off. "Giving up my Powers to TJ, saying good-bye to Kat, or my talk with Kim?"

"All of the above, I guess," Jason replied, poking his wet head through the bathroom door. "Hand me a pair of boxers from my bag, will you?"

"Sure." Tommy turned to rummage briefly through Jason's luggage. Finding a bunch of black fabric tucked into a corner, he fumbled for an elastic, extracted a single item, then whistled loudly.

"Whoa, Bro - silk?" He smirked faintly as he handed the undergarment over. "I'm impressed! I didn't know you were into that." His snicker grew more pronounced as he watched Jason blush.

"They were on sale in Geneva, okay?" the former Gold Ranger muttered, snatching his shorts out of Tommy's hands. "And you haven't answered my question." The dark head and dripping arm disappeared inside the bathroom again.

"I know." Getting serious, his own wardrobe momentarily forgotten, Tommy leaned against the door, looking down at his feet. Drawing a deep breath, he tried to put his feelings into words.

"Giving up my Powers ... it was hard, yes, but not as hard as losing them." He didn't have to see Jason's understanding nod; after all, it was an experience they both shared. He'd lost his Green Ranger Powers twice, almost as painfully as Jason lost the Gold Powers - and they'd both passed on their respective Red Powers to worthy successors. "I miss being a Ranger, sure, but racing gives me the rush I need to get over not being able to morph anymore. What did it for you?" he asked curiously.

Jason answered through a mouthful of toothpaste.

"Going away from home, being on my own, living on another continent, learning new customs, another language, meeting people from all over the world ... lots of things, really. Besides, I was way too busy to think much on it. But even if I did it by choice then, it was difficult giving up being a Ranger - more than I thought it'd be. I guess after some time you just get used to the danger, the adrenaline rush, like you said. Took me a while to adjust."

"Yeah."

They shared a moment of understanding silence, only interrupted by the sounds of Jason rinsing his mouth.

"What about you and the girls?" he asked finally. "I mean, you were pretty tight with Kat, and seeing Kim again like that, unexpectedly and right in the middle of squaring off with Divatox the first time ..."

"Kat and I decided to set each other free," Tommy disclosed, answering the easier question first. "What with her going to London on that scholarship, and my being away so often on the circuit ... it wouldn't have worked out. We preferred to end things while the going was still good, not have our feelings for each other just die. If we'd both stayed home ... who knows? There was a lot of regret for both of us, sure, but no hard feelings. We're still friends, and will keep in touch."

"Great. I'm glad for both of you - Kat's a special lady, I liked seeing you two together."

"You liked Kat, period," Tommy grinned knowingly at his best friend. "I know you've always had a thing for blondes." There was no rancor in the remark; the former Ranger knew he could trust his friends not to betray him. Instead, he'd enjoyed seeing that Jason and Kat got along well.

Jason colored faintly, shrugged, then blew a defiant raspberry at Tommy, and both laughed. Then, he turned back to his grooming, picking up an electric razor to rid his face of five-o'clock shadow. "And ... Kim?"

Now that was harder to explain. Tommy swallowed, his tone a mixture of chagrin, regret and hope.

"She and I had a chance to talk at least," he answered after a few seconds. "Kim apologized for the way she broke up with me and explained how she came to take up with that other guy. Seems the stress just got too much for her - being away all on her own, training so hard ... and it certainly didn't help that I was so caught up in being a Ranger. She believed at the time that we'd be better off without each other." Tommy's tone clearly showed how much utter nonsense he thought that was. And how much he was still hurting over it.

"I see." Jason didn't, not really, but there was no sense in crying over spilt milk. Whatever the reason, the damage had been done. "She still together with what's-his-name?" The woodsy scent of his aftershave filled the small room.

"Andrew. And no, she broke up with him - in person - shortly after the Panglobals."

"Hmm."

"What's that supposed to mean?" Tommy asked suspiciously. He knew that ruminative tone of voice.

"Nothing," his best friend assured him. "Honest. I'm sorry it didn't work out for her after all, she deserves to be happy - and you know how I think about the way you felt when she dumped you. Whatever her reasons, that wasn't fair or nice, after all you'd been through." The phonecall Tommy had made to Geneva would stay in Jason's memory for a long time - all the pain and insecurity had been evident even half a world away. "But ... do you think there's any chance you two might get back together someday? You have forgiven her, haven't you?" Jason was pretty sure of that; Tommy just wasn't the person to hold a grudge forever. Plus, he'd seen the looks his friends had given each other after Muranthias. It took Tommy a long time to answer.

"Yeah, I have," he said finally. "Kim meant too much to me for too long not to. Still does, really. As for getting back with her, though ... I don't know. I mean, there's still some pretty powerful emotion left between us, but we've both changed. And basically, the same holds true for her and me as for my relationship with Kat. Kim's staying in Florida with Coach Schmidt for a while yet, now that she's been invited to train for the Olympics, I'm racing ... we'll have to see. Right now, we're both just glad we can be friends again. I've missed not hearing from her."

"I know you have." Jason smiled at his friend and former teammate, let the towel fall from his hips and climbed into the black shorts. His buttocks were flexing with every movement, and Tommy tried not to notice without being obvious about it. "For what it's worth, I think you two are making the right choice in taking things slow. See where everything's leading, and all that." *Never mind that all of us who knew you as a couple will do everything we can to get you two back together ...* It was a thought better unvoiced, though.

"Yeah." Tommy returned the smile as Jason turned back towards the mirror, picking up a comb to style his spiky haircut into some kind of order. Thinking over their conversation, something else suddenly piqued his curiosity. "Whatever happened to Emily, by the way? The last time I was home, you two were practically living in each other's pocket."

A shadow flitted over the handsome face. That was a memory that was too painful yet to share, even with Tommy. "We didn't work out," was all Jason said, though. His deep voice had grown rough with suppressed hurt. As he should have known, the other noticed.

"I'm sorry, Bro." Tommy placed a comforting hand on a slightly damp, broad shoulder. Feeling the taut-as-steel muscles, he stepped behind his best friend without thinking, beginning to massage the strong neck. Jason closed his eyes, accepting the friendly, soothing touch.

"Some other guy?" the former leader of the Rangers eventually asked his predecessor quietly.

"Eddie," Jason nodded, telling Tommy he'd guessed right. "The biker guy she hung out with before we met."

Sensing that that was all Jason was prepared to say on the matter now, Tommy just continued to rub soothing circles with his thumbs over the tense muscles, gratified that after a while the knots began to loosen. They stood like that in front of the bathroom mirror for a long time, giving and accepting comfort and understanding through touch, the way they'd always been able to do. Eventually, Tommy let his eyes stray from the tanned flesh he was kneading carefully to the reflecting wall in front of them. What he saw made him catch his breath and forget everything else. He was standing directly behind Jason, only a couple of inches taller than his best friend, and his hands were moving slowly from the dark hair over the broad shoulders halfway down muscular arms and back again. Their skin was equally tanned, nearly the same shade; even the play of muscles looked almost identical. The rhythmic movement was mesmerizing, as was feeling the pliant flesh shift under smooth skin to his fingers' touch. It would be so easy to let his hands stray to tease Jason's nipples erect, to pull the other's cut body towards him ...

Tearing his wayward thoughts and eyes away with an effort, Tommy let his gaze sweep downward. It was a mistake. For now he noticed how the sculpted chest gleamed with the last traces of moisture in the harsh light, outlining the planes and hollows in a fashion he hadn't thought about in years. *Like that time when he was standing in the pond, when I gave him that first blowjob.* He gulped, hoping Jason didn't notice, and lowered his head.

*BIG mistake!*

Tommy could only agree with the voice in his mind - something he'd thought silenced a long time ago. Because now, the familiar male scent of Jason's freshly-showered body assailed his nostrils, the sight greeting his fascinated eyes was definitely erotic, and didn't fail to evoke a response deep within his own gut. He suppressed a shudder as a ball of heat slowly unfurled below his navel, causing his penis to twitch as blood rushed downwards.

Jason had never finished drying off completely, slipping on his shorts while still mostly wet from his shower. Consequently, the black silk was clinging to his anatomy in a most revealing fashion, showing clearly that the friendly shoulder rub was having an unexpected effect on the generous equipment Tommy hadn't dared to recall for ages. *Never mind my dreams, though ...* What was more, the thick cock was moving intriguingly under the damp fabric, tenting it as it stretched and lengthened, filling with blood. All of a sudden, the atmosphere between the two young men was charged with electricity, both trembling slightly with anticipation, waiting for the other to take the next step ... or step back altogether.

The long-haired young man knew the prudent thing to do would be to withdraw, to diffuse the situation with a small joke, but desires he'd thought forgotten rose up forcefully, making it impossible for him to stop touching his friend. Instead, he continued the massage, unconsciously letting his hands move in circles that were more a caress than anything else. Tommy felt his breath catch in his throat and his own shaft harden.

*Danger!* his mind told him urgently. *Are you absolutely certain this is what you want? What you both want? Because if you don't stop this now, there'll be no turning back - not like you could then.*

"Uh, Jase," Tommy attempted to say, but his voice came out in an unsteady whisper. Before he could clear his throat and try again, Jason moaned softly as Tommy's hands wandered once more into the short, almost-black hair at his neck. Instinctively, Tommy circled his fingertips over the sensitive scalp, remembering how much his best friend had liked that particular action ... once, during five days they'd spent secluded in the mountains, making love. The erstwhile Gold Ranger moaned again, swayed on his feet and came to rest back-to-chest against Tommy, who was clad only in his briefs - a garment that was getting tighter by the second. Tommy gasped as flesh met flesh, and Jason's head lolled back against his shoulder, the handsome face turning towards him.

It would have taken a saint to resist the blissful expression of closed eyes, flushed cheeks and slightly parted lips ... and Tommy was all too Human. All thought fled, letting instinct take over. Sinewy arms closed possessively around the cut body, and Tommy's mouth descended on his friend's. The firm lips opened readily under the questing pressure, as if Jason had been waiting for it, and the two young men, teenagers yet, touched tongues, rediscovering tastes and textures they'd thought never to find again, melting against each other as they kissed. Jason's backside was glued to Tommy's front by the time they had to part for air, and when the midnight eyes opened, they blazed into chocolate-colored orbs with barely-checked desire.

"Tommy," the deep voice growled huskily, and the broad-shouldered young man ground his silk-covered buttocks into Tommy's cotton-clad groin. The message thus sent was loud and clear, and unmistakeable. The answer was immediately forthcoming; there was no way Jason could miss the sharply-indrawn breath, or the answering thrust of an impressive erection against his ass.

"Yes," Tommy replied simply, and took the sensuous mouth once more, harder this time, more demandingly. He found no resistance, and it enabled him to tear his lips away eventually, turn Jason around and pull him into a passionate embrace. The two kissed each other senseless, rubbing their straining cocks against each other through twin barriers of skimpy material, until even that became too much to bear. Tommy slid his hands downwards, skittering along the strong spine over a smoothly-muscled back until they came to rest on the waistband of the black boxers. Seeking and finding permission in the heavy-lidded dark eyes and an inviting half-smile, he then slipped inside, first to cup the tight round buttocks, then to draw the thin, clingy garment down, sinking to his knees on the cold tiles as he did so. Jason's cock, once freed from its confines, jutted forward, already leaking a pearly drop from the tiny slit at the tip, and Tommy reached out with his tongue to lick it off. *Just like the first time.* And as then, it was perfect.

Jason swayed and Tommy grasped the trim hips, both to steady his friend and to hold him where he wanted him. It had been too long since he'd been in this position, looked this closely at that thick organ, and he eagerly opened his mouth wide to draw it inside. The rounded cockhead filled him intoxicatingly, his lips shaping the generous cap into a most welcome plug delving deeply into his throat. Silk-covered steel glided over his tongue, and both men moaned at the sensations. The sound vibrated through Jason's sex, making him sigh and only spurred Tommy on as he began to lick and suck, recreating memories that had lived in his dreams for what seemed like ages, filling his senses with the taste and feel and scent of his very first lover.

For his part, Jason was simmering on the edge of ecstasy. He remembered the feel of that hot, wet orifice closing around his prick all too clearly, and as that first time, he was helpless to stop himself from burying his hands in the luxurious brown locks, pumping his hips in time with the maddening, teasing tongue swirling around his cockhead, drilling into the slit until he was thrusting himself more than halfway into Tommy's accepting throat.

"Suck me," he groaned when his lover let him slip out for a second to gasp for much-needed air, hovering against the soft surface. "God, Tommy, let me fuck your mouth!"

"I'm right here, Bro," the kneeling ex-Ranger murmured, teasing the sweaty crack between the firm asscheeks with one hand while the other fondled the heavy balls in their dark-furred pouch. Almost immediately, the round cap was pressed against his lips again, and Tommy licked the sensitive head broadly several times before swallowing as much of the pulsing dick as he could. He couldn't help feeling thrilled at the lusty sigh Jason issued as he sank back in, deeper than before.

"Oh yeah," the burly young man moaned, throwing his head back in sheer pleasure. Tangling his fingers once more in the long hair, he began to move, slowly at first, careful not to choke his partner, but faster and faster as his insides began to coil and tense. Tommy took everything he had to give, his tongue playing over every inch of the pistoning shaft, throat muscles working to accept more and more of the rock-hard length. Much too soon for Jason, both felt the twin globes slapping against Tommy's chin draw up tightly, and Jason froze in mid-stroke. Only about half of his cock was held between Tommy's lips, but he couldn't contain the churning in his balls any longer. With a primal cry of pure lust Jason came, shooting his hot seed deeply into the hungry mouth. Each separate spurt was greedily swallowed, and Jason was close to fainting with relief when he finally sagged backwards into Tommy's supporting hands, letting his spent prick slip out of the wet orifice.

Lithely, Tommy got up from the hard floor. Disregarding his aching knees, he gathered Jason into a close embrace and kissed him hard, giving him a taste of himself. The strong arms wrapped around his back, and the naked man didn't recoil as Tommy ground his own throbbing erection into the softening genitals. *YES!!!*

"Let's get into bed," Tommy rasped, desperate for his own release. *God, I hope he says yes!*

"Uh huh," Jason agreed willingly, giving his friend an understanding leer and a quick grope through the white cotton. Tommy responded with pumping his hips into the large hand and a smoldering look. Not letting go of each other for a second, the two staggered into the bedroom, yanked off Tommy's briefs together and fell onto one of the twin beds. They were all over each other for several minutes, kissing, fondling, teasing, until Jason pressed Tommy into the mattress with his greater weight and superior strength, to lean over him. He traced the panting mouth with the tip of his tongue, grinning and gasping when Tommy reached up to twist his nipples lasciviously.

"Do you have any idea how long I've wanted to feel you suck my cock again?" the dark-haired young man asked huskily.

"Probably about as long as I wanted to take you in my mouth again," Tommy admitted, sighing as Jason moved his fingers down his belly to curl around his straining, aching prick. "Man, I wanted you so badly after we came back from the mountains!"

"Why didn't you say anything?" Jason demanded, busily licking and nip-kissing the small brown circles in the center of Tommy's chest. They seemed to be slightly less sensitive - the action no longer made his partner writhe and moan. He scowled playfully at his friend. "This was a lot more fun when you had tits," he mock-complained.

"There's something else to stuff your mouth further down now, smartass," Tommy answered, squirming under the sensual assault and giddy with relief that they wanted the same thing - each other. "Why didn't you say anything? Besides, you were gone so fast ..."

"It's why I left in the first place," Jason admitted, suddenly serious. "I'd begun to want you - no matter that you were a guy again. At the time, I couldn't deal with that."

"Same here."

Both young men shared a sheepish smile. Then, Tommy reached up to cup Jason's face in long fingers. He looked deeply for truth.

"Can you deal with it now, Bro?" Unspoken was the question, can you deal with US? With what I want to do with - and to - you? He needn't have worried. The dark eyes were clear and open, glittering with a small amount of amusement and a healthy dose of lust.

"Oh yeah, definitely," Jason rumbled. He kissed his friend thoroughly to emphasize his sincerity. "I'm still into girls, big time, but I want you, too. Any way I can have you."

"You'll get me," Tommy promised, his doubts dispelled and his own desire rising again. However, there was something else he needed to know; something it had taken himself a lot of soul-searching to come to terms with.

"How about other guys?"

Jason didn't pretend to misunderstand. He answered as honestly as he could.

"I've been ... interested a time or two. But so far, I haven't found anyone I'd trust that much. Except you."

"It's different between two guys, isn't it?" Tommy asked with a rueful grin, showing his best friend that he understood perfectly - and felt similarly.

"Yeah. But not between us."

"No. Never between us, Bro," Tommy murmured, drawing his lover into a long kiss that left both young men breathless. When they parted, lips moist and swollen, their eyes met, filled with laughter and desire, their hard bodies undulating against each other.

"Suck my cock, Jase," the once-White Ranger requested then. "I want to feel your mouth on me."

Grinning, Jason disentangled himself from Tommy's arms. His friend raised a questioning eyebrow as he sat up and slid down towards and off the foot of their bed, making himself comfortable on the floor with the discarded bedcover. "Scoot down here," he demanded next, tugging at a long leg. Puzzled, Tommy complied until he was in danger of sliding off the bed as well, his butt was so close to the edge.

"Aren't you going to lie down?"

"Nah," Jason replied cheerfully, grabbing a pillow from the other bed. He leered at his best friend. "Ass up!"

Before Tommy could object, Jason had stuffed the plumped-up pillow under his hips, raising them slightly. Next, he put his large hands on both knees and pushed the leanly muscled legs apart. Rising to his knees, he then moved into the vee, towards Tommy's exposed genitals, running gentle fingers along the straining muscles and soft skin of the inner thighs. His partner's cock, which had softened slightly, gave an excited twitch and lengthened noticeably. "Nice," Jason commented huskily, wedging his broad shoulders against Tommy's legs to keep them opened. Intrigued despite himself, Tommy propped himself up on both elbows to watch what Jason would be doing next. The inviting mouth was now very close to the erect shaft, warm breath fanning over the veined skin.

Using only his right forefinger, he then started to trace the outline of the pulsating pole. It drove Tommy nearly nuts, who craved a much more intense stimulation. It was a bit disconcerting to lie like this, almost as if on display, knowing that Jason had instant access to every part of his aching sex, but it was also arousing as hell. Now, if his best bud would only do something to relieve the pressure in his balls and cock, but nooo ... Instead, he had to listen to the deep voice which sent shivers all through him as Jason began to speak almost conversationally.

"I assume that you've made love to Kim at least, or maybe Kat, too, since I left?" He waited for the confirming nod, all that Tommy was capable of. "I thought so. Well, I want you to know that while I was in Geneva, I met a very special young lady who helped me get over you - at least for a while. Not that I really wanted to, you understand, but ... anyway, Janine - that's her name, by the way - was quite beautiful, with the whitest skin you could imagine and the most gorgeous red hair. Everywhere."

The desperately aroused Tommy didn't want to hear this, in fact, he was becoming quite jealous as he heard the note of fondness in Jason's voice, but every softly-spoken word sent a gush of hot, moist air across the sensitive skin of his cock and balls, making them quiver in anticipation of another, more direct contact. He instinctively jerked up his hips, towards the firm lips, shamelessly inviting their touch. But, Jason wasn't finished tormenting him yet. A devilish spark in his midnight eyes, he continued to talk casually, letting that maddening finger twirl the dark brown curls, prod the shifting balls or dance along an inch or so of the hard prick.

"What I want to tell you is ... I wasn't Janine's first lover. Whoever she'd been with before had made sure that she was an expert cocksucker. And while she never could take me as deep as you," here, Jason placed a too-brief kiss at the base of Tommy's organ, making him groan out loud, "she had a very talented mouth ... and she showed me everything she'd ever learned. Which was ... plenty. And if you don't mind, I'd like to see if I remember a couple of her tricks. Have you got any problems with that?" The sensual huskiness in Jason's voice, coupled with his need and anticipation, was driving Tommy wild.

"Whatever," he moaned, squeezing his eyes tightly shut and clenching his hands in the blanket to refrain from clamping them around the dark head and force his aching cock into the hovering mouth. "Just ... just blow me!"

"In a second," Jason promised. "First, I'm gonna make you really wild."

With that, he bent over his friend's sex and kissed the very root of the throbbing pole, lingering there until Tommy thought he couldn't stand it anymore. His head fell back, long hair pooling on the sheet. Just as he was about to beg, the moist warmth disappeared and he forced his eyes open to see what Jason was up to now. The dark eyes glittered and the firm lips smiled reassuringly as the burly young man surveyed the feast before him. Tommy's long, hard shaft was stretched to its full length, easily matching Jason's own, and pointing upwards, almost lying flat on the ridged abdomen. Beneath it, his heavy balls were shifting in the crinkly-skinned sac, and it was too tempting for Jason to procrastinate any longer. With a low growl, he lowered his head and gave a long, slow, torturous lick around one round shape. Listening to Tommy's delighted sigh with a secret grin, he started to nibble and suck at the small globes, slurping them into his mouth first separately, then together, letting them roll around in the wet heat of his oral cavity.

Tommy threw his head from side to side as Jason licked at his balls, body arched tensely, nearly delirious with the new sensations. His aching cock was screaming with the need to be buried in a tight orifice, but it felt too good for him to protest. Finally, when he felt precome oozing steadily on his belly, the awesome mouth released his nuts, the cool air of their air-conditioned room adding to his excitement. Panting hard, Tommy tried to make his vocal chords cooperate to beg for more of the exquisite torture, but before he managed to do so, Jason's agile tongue swept from the base of his throbbing dick to the very tip, leaving a trail of wet fire behind.

"Jase ...!" Tommy almost sobbed, thrusting his hips upwards. He'd long since sunk back onto the bed, his arms too wobbly to support him anymore.

"Soon, Bro; I promise," the deep voice seeped into his nerves. "Just hang on a little longer."

Trembling with excitement, Tommy tried to comply. Forcing himself to relax, he stretched out on the bed once more. He was rewarded with a return of the moist mouth, nibbling around his cockhead, lapping up the viscous trail of preseminal fluid pooling below his navel, before closing around the purplish-brown cap. Warm hands pressed his hips down, or he would have pumped himself hard into the hot mouth; a second later, he was grateful for the restraint, or he'd have missed out on Jason's tongue tip vibrating against the vee of his coronal ridge, sending him nearly into sensory overload. His lover alternated the maddening caress with slow swipes of his tongue around his dickhead, drilling occasionally into the tiny slit to coax forth even more precome. Just when Tommy felt he'd go mad if he didn't get to come, Jason opened as wide as possible and let most of the pulsing shaft glide deeply into his throat. It broke his partner's control. Bucking his hips wildly, Tommy started to fuck upwards, not caring that now and then strong teeth scraped against his sensitized skin.

Jason let his best friend work off some of the tension he'd caused before he gently but firmly took control of their lovemaking again - or else Tommy would choke him. Drawing back until he held only the satin-slick cockhead between his lips, he bit down carefully, just hovering on the edge between pleasure and pain, until Tommy sensed the danger he was in. Moaning loudly, he sank back onto the mattress.

"Finish me off, Jase!" he begged. There was no answer, but a strong fist closed around his cock, holding it upright, while the corona was bathed thoroughly by Jason's tongue. Suddenly needing to see, Tommy forced his reluctant body again into a half-reclining position. Propped up on his elbows, he watched with hungry eyes how Jason's cheeks hollowed as he sucked strongly on the slender shaft. The dark eyes with their thick lashes opened languidly, meeting chocolate orbs, and the fire within them seared Tommy's skin. Once more, he began to pump his hips up and down, into the accepting mouth, and watched intently as Jason swallowed him again. The sight was extremely erotic, and Tommy felt his balls draw up and contract. Knowing he was going to come any moment, he shifted slightly, reaching out an unsteady hand to press the dark head deeper onto his cock.

Understanding, Jason flashed him a grin around his mouthful of hot male flesh and obligingly relaxed his throat muscles as far as he was able. Tommy felt them close around his prick, and it was too much. His insides clenched and exploded, and with a shout, he ejaculated as hard as never before, filling his best friend's mouth with his seed.

Tommy's senses were still spinning wildly when he felt himself finally go soft. Jason was still between his spread legs, licking and sucking gently at his deflating cock. Only when the very last pulse had faded did the first Red Ranger rise from the floor and crawl back onto the bed, drawing Tommy up with him and into his arms. They lay like that for a long time, both men breathing hard, kissing deeply, sharing the taste of Tommy's orgasm.

"That was wild," Tommy mumbled around a yawn some time later, drowsy but hardly satiated. His hands were wandering lazily over Jason's body, lingering here, teasing there, and he sighed. Entwined as he was with his best friend, he could feel Jason grow slowly hard against him again as they touched each other on shoulders, chests, arms, backs and buttocks.

"I know," Jason grinned cheekily, wrapping warm fingers around Tommy's spent pole. To his lover's surprised delight, a strong pulse of blood showed that they were definitely not done for now. "The first time Janine did me like that, I nearly went out of my mind."

"I can see why," Tommy replied, no longer jealous. Instead, he felt an intense curiosity. "What else did she teach you?"

"A lot," was the not unsurprising answer. "Want me to show you?"

"Eventually. But, before you do, I'm going to show something to you," the long-haired ex-Ranger declared, stretching sinuously as Jason expertly revived his partner. His own hands weren't idle, either, rubbing and pinching the sensitive nipples on Jason's chest, making him moan and gasp with pleasure. Soon both young men were ready for more action, their cocks once again hard and rubbing against each other.

"Oh? What's that?"

"What it feels like to have a cock up your ass. I'm going to fuck you, Bro."

There was a moment of electric silence. Then, Jason's firm lips curved into a wolfish smile.

"I was hoping you'd want that," he rumbled, tangling his hands in the long brown locks and drawing Tommy on top of him into a hard, demanding kiss. "Because if you didn't, I was going to fuck you."

"You'll have to wait your turn."

"Not for long," Jason murmured, dark eyes sparkling with anticipation. He sighed appreciatively as Tommy lavished more attention on his hardened nipples, making him squirm slightly. "The night's young yet."

"Mmm. Maybe," Tommy agreed, arousing his friend to fever pitch readiness with a sure touch. Even though it had been years, he hadn't forgotten where to tease; he'd gotten to know the sculpted body of his best friend very well when he'd been spell-changed into a girl and first became Jason's lover. Soon, he had him panting with need. "Yes," the racer spurred his friend on. "Don't hold back ..."

"Shouldn't that be my line? Uuunnhh," was the moaned reply when Tommy nudged the muscular thighs apart so he could cradle the heavy balls in his hand for a minute. Jason wantonly spread his legs to give Tommy access to all parts of him, pumping his hips in a very blatant invitation. Tommy grinned, enjoying this far more than he'd thought possible. Neither Kimberly nor Katherine had been this uninhibited as bed partners. Unerringly, his fingers dipped lower, between the hairy cheeks to seek out that hidden opening.

"Shit," Jason groaned, feeling a fingertip first circle around his anus, then press inwards. The sensation was a weird mixture of ticklish, some very slight pain and a whole slew of lightning bolts that sizzled along his nerve endings, which he found extremely arousing. He squirmed against that teasing hand. It only served to push another quarter-inch of the strong digit into his ass, penetrating deeper. When Tommy tried to withdraw, though, the edge of a nail scraped against the dry wall of his rectum, making him wince. Jason forced his eyes open and lifted a shaky hand to Tommy's face. "W-wait a sec, please," he rasped.

Chocolate eyes, burning with fire, met his.

"Don't tell me you don't want it," Tommy murmured, bending low to nip at one hard nipple. He chuckled triumphantly when Jason arched up and pressed his head down onto his chest.

"Oh, I want it - you - alright," the broad-shouldered young man sighed, shivering slightly under the wet assault on his pecs. "It's just ..." he hissed as Tommy's finger twisted in his opening, experiencing both an uncomfortable burning and another electric thrill. The discomfort was stronger, and he bucked once, clamping his thighs together. Tommy was forced to withdraw his hand from between the sweaty buttcheeks. "Use some lube, man! That hurts," Jason told his lover finally.

"Oh. Why didn't you say so?" Tommy grinned, relieved it was nothing more. His cock was throbbing so much with the need to be buried in Jason's tight hole, he doubted he could stop altogether now that he was so close to fulfilling his long-held fantasy.

"I just did," Jason informed him, relaxing again. An answering grin played around his mouth as he watched Tommy scramble over to his nightstand to rummage briefly in the drawer. Within seconds, he settled back next to Jason, a tube of K-Y jelly and a square cellophane package in his hand. "What's that for?" Jason asked curiously, picking up the condom.

"Better safe than sorry," Tommy murmured, kissing Jason. "Look, Bro, I know you did me without a condom before, but it's been a long time, we were both virgins then and neither of us has been celibate in the meantime."

It made eminent sense, but ... "I didn't exactly sleep around, Tom," Jason remarked, searching the chocolate eyes earnestly. "And I was always careful."

"I know you didn't. I didn't, either. But, I don't want to take an unnecessary risk for either of us."

Jason ran his hands down Tommy's chest, closing his fingers lightly around the throbbing length jutting out from a nest of brown curls. The hot skin felt so silky under his fingertips, it had been so exciting to taste the salty musk earlier ... his thumb rubbed a drop of precome across the smooth round cap, making Tommy gasp and thrust into the loose fist. *He's right, dammit.*

"Promise me you'll take me again without anything once we've both had ourselves tested," he capitulated at last. Giving in to common sense earned him a fierce kiss that left both breathless.

"I promise," Tommy whispered huskily.

"Care to tell me why you have this stuff in the first place?" Jason was somehow not at all surprised that Tommy was ready for him.

"When you came back from Geneva, sometimes you'd look at me so ... anyway, I kept hoping that you would want me, too. One day. And if we ever had a chance like this ... I wanted to be prepared. Do you mind?"

"Not at all. It saves me a trip to the bathroom for my own lube," Jason admitted, sporting a sheepish smile. "I've started carrying some around, too, since I came back home," he added. "Just in case."

"You're worse than me, then. When you started dating Emily ... I thought that was it, for us at least."

"Never."

"Good," Tommy breathed, reassured. "Help me?" he requested then, and together they fitted the thin latex sheath over his aching length. It took far longer than it would've if he'd done it alone, because Jason's 'help' consisted of licking every inch of pulsing skin down to the shifting balls while smoothing the transparent material down bit by bit. When it was finally accomplished, Tommy was harder than ever before. He grasped the broad shoulders and pressed Jason onto the mattress, lying on top of him.

"Just for that, I'm going to do you from the front," he declared.

"Fine by me," Jason murmured, dark eyes alight with lust and affection. He spread his legs so that Tommy came to rest directly between them, shifting until their cocks were touching from base to tip. "What's keeping you?"

"This, smartass," Tommy grinned shark-like, holding up the tube of lubricant. "You wanted to use some, remember?"

"Right. So use it, already," the shorter man ordered, reaching out and unscrewing the lid. "I'm waiting ..."

"Maybe I should make you wait some more," Tommy grumbled good-naturedly, but both knew it was an empty threat. Their bodies were screaming for release, and the time was ... right. Kneeling between the trustingly-spread thighs, Tommy squeezed a liberal amount of the odorless gel on his fingers. "Careful, it's gonna be cold," he advised his lover a second before he started to rub the substance into the pale skin of Jason's ass, so unlike the rest of his golden tan.

"I know," Jason hissed, surprised despite the warning. But the gentle circular motion soon warmed the lubricant, making it slippery and smooth. He sighed appreciatively as a gel-coated fingertip once more teased his sphincter; this time, when the digit breached his body's defenses, there was hardly any discomfort, only a sensation of being stretched and opened. Which was exactly what Tommy was doing.

"Ohhh!"

The blissful moan made Tommy smile, and he pressed his finger further inside, feeling the tight channel first close, then relax around his probing. When he could go no further, he held the spot for a few seconds, letting Jason get used to the invasion, then slowly withdrew. The hot walls seemed to cling to his finger, and the shudder racking the strong body transmitted itself to Tommy. He could hardly wait until Jason was ready for him! Back in his finger went, then out, in ... until the muscles relaxed, loosened so that he could add a second finger, then eventually a third.

Jason writhed on the white sheet, totally lost in the incredible sensations Tommy's finger-fucking was producing in his body. Every now and then, he'd graze his prostate, and the jolt of electricity was nigh unbearable, igniting nerve endings all through him. His own cock was rock hard again by now, begging to be touched. With an effort, the one-time Gold Ranger stilled his frantic movements. He knew his asshole was clenching spasmodically around the fingers massaging the slight  protrusion ... and he also knew it wasn't enough anymore.

"Come into me, Tommy," he panted, dragging his eyes open to look at his friend. "I want you in me - now!"

"Are you sure you're ready?" the long-haired race car driver asked, already adding more gel to his hand, working it into the tight orifice.

"I've been sure for a long time," Jason assured him, sending him a smoldering look that nearly broke Tommy's control. He caught his knees and lifted them up, offering himself wantonly to his lover. "Do it - now!"

"Still giving me orders?" Tommy taunted, but prevented an answer by taking the wet mouth in a ravenous kiss. Silencing Jason with a single look, he then coated his latex-sheathed cock with some more K-Y and positioned himself so that the tip rested against the well-lubricated crinkly opening. "Ready?"

"Yeah ... uuunnhhhhh," Jason groaned in mingled pain and delight as Tommy pushed forwards. There was a moment of resistance, then the tight muscle relaxed, gave in and Tommy slid into the hot orifice. Both young men were breathing hard, their chests heaving, but there was no turning back now. Concentrating fully on what they were doing, they started to rock together, moving in instinctive synchronisation, slowly, gently at first, until all of Tommy's slender length was buried to the hilt in Jason's hereto virgin ass.

"God, you're tight!" The ecstatic moan made Jason chuckle as he let go of his knees, adjusting his position so that he was gripping Tommy's torso with his legs. He could feel every inch of the hard prick pulsing in his bowels, and the sensation was indescribable. His anus felt stretched to the tearing point, but what little discomfort there was translated into shimmering waves of ecstasy that seemed to radiate outwards from his ass into every part of his body. His skin seemed to tingle all over, and the slightest movement of the man poised above him caused a fresh burst of delight.

"So were you," he laughed huskily, giddy with arousal. "Oh man ...!"

Tommy braced himself on his forearms and cautiously withdrew his hips a couple of inches, grinning as Jason arched up as if he didn't want him to go. "Feels good?" he gasped, trying to keep himself from plunging back into the incredible heat right away. He didn't want to hurt Jason - ever!

"Feels terrific," Jason admitted, trembling with need. "You feel huge!"

"Oh?" The casual remark was ridiculously pleasing; Tommy knew he wasn't exactly underendowed, but he was also aware that Jason's penis exceeded his own in girth, if not length.

"Yeah." Jason shuddered as Tommy eased back into him. Panting heavily, he grinned up into his best friend's face. "But not too huge - I love feeling you in me," he declared. "It's awesome. And, I'm not made of glass. You can move faster than this, can't you?"

There was nothing Tommy wanted to do more; holding back like this, moving only slightly, was slowly but surely killing him!

"Sure I can," he murmured, thrusting a little harder into the narrow passage. "Is that what you want?"

Jason lifted his arms and caught the angular face between both hands. He waited until the brown eyes met his own, their bodies fused tightly together.

"I want you," he whispered silkily. He lifted his head and kissed Tommy, hard and fast. "And I can take anything you have to give, Bro. Don't hold back." To emphasize his point, Jason deliberately clenched his ass around the hot pole lodged deep within. "Take me, Tommy," he cajoled. "Take me like I took you that last night, up in the mountains."

Memories rushed through the then-White Ranger, making him relive every exquisite sensation, of how it had felt every time Jason's cock had penetrated and filled him - his mouth, his sex, his own ass. Tommy shuddered, and instinctively he jerked his hips, moving back just a little, then forward again. The feeling nearly sent him over the edge, but he still held back, listening, waiting, watching Jason for any sign of distress. However, the only thing he got was a pleased breathless chuckle, the vibrations adding to their mutual pleasure.

"Fuck me, Tommy," Jason murmured, deliberately relaxing his body, becoming pliant and open. It was too much.

"Yes," Tommy sighed, giving in to their shared need. Placing his arms on either side of the dark head, he started to move his hips rhythmically, plunging in and out of the hot channel faster and faster, until his head began to swim with the sheer delight of possessing his best friend, of taking what was so freely offered and giving the same in return. He became dimly aware that Jason worked a hand between their bellies, gripping his own straining cock and pumping his fist up and down in time with his hard, frantic thrusts, but all he could feel was the tightness enveloping him, the ring of muscle gliding up and down his pistoning shaft as he moved within his best friend, squeezing him as no woman's sex had ever done. Tommy sensed that he was reaching his limit; his balls were drawing up tight towards his body, ready to give up their hot load, and he thrust even harder, intent only on his own headlong rush into fulfillment and knowing somehow that Jason was right behind him, following him up and over the precipice into the most intense orgasm he'd ever known.

Tommy plunged himself deeply into Jason's ass one last time, feeling the hot passage clamp around the base of his cock and he lost it then, shouting out his release in a loud bellow as he came, spurting burst after burst of his seed as his climax overwhelmed his senses. Even while he was trembling in the throes of his own orgasm, he felt Jason tense and freeze below him in a timeless instant, all muscles spasming as he reached his own pinnacle, then there was an explosion of hot fluid against his belly, and the sculpted body seemed to melt against him, the deep voice sighing his name in an ecstatic whisper. "Tommy ...!"

The two lovers clung together in the aftermath of their climax, both still trembling with the force of what they'd shared. They were sweaty and exhausted, even more so than when they'd first entered the room, but neither made any attempt to move, other than wrap strong arms around broad shoulders, relishing the skin-on-skin contact. Only when Tommy's softening penis began to slip from its tight sheath did they release each other.

Jason turned his head towards Tommy when the other disposed of the condom and settled next to him on the rumpled sheet. He smiled drowsily as he took in the dishevelled long locks, liking the sated, relaxed expression settling on the lean features. When Tommy's eyes met his, his smile widened.

"I love you," he murmured. Confessing that hadn't been part of the vague plan he'd had when he first decided to pay his best friend a visit, but it was the right time to say it. Now, when there were no more barriers between them, when they'd opened to each other as far as possible between two people. It needed to be said, at least this once, although they'd both always known it of each other. It also happened to be true.

"Love you, too," Tommy responded just as softly. Their lips met and they kissed, long and deep and very gentle, in marked contrast to the teasing banter and plain lust they'd shared before. This, too, was necessary - during this first time, that they had come together on their own, with nothing to guide them but their feelings for each other. When they separated at last, they sported identical smiles, affectionate, relaxed and just with a hint of mischief.

"Well?" Tommy asked, runing an idle hand over the smooth chest, pausing briefly to tease softened nipples before wandering southward to cup the now-limp shaft.

"Well what?" Jason replied, producing a sleepy lion's rumble deep in his throat and reciprocated the caress, earning a rueful chuckle. Both knew they were out of commission for the moment - this second climax had been too intense, not only physically but also emotionally.

"How'd you like it?" the slightly taller young man asked his companion casually, knowing his answer already. It was obvious in the languid movements and the satisfied grin curving the firm mouth. He got an incredulous look in return that turned into a friendly leer when Jason recognized the question wasn't meant seriously.

"As well as you did your first time," he answered, grinning cheekily. The memory of Tommy's exhausted but utterly satiated face had stayed with him for a long time. Tommy couldn't help his slight blush as he remembered as well, but recovered almost immediately.

"That well, huh?"

"Don't flatter yourself, Bro," Jason grinned back, feeling the pleasant post-orgasmic lassitude receding slowly. "There's nothing a little practice can't improve."

"You offering to be my training partner?" Tommy snickered back, immeasurably relieved that this new stage in their relationship didn't change their easy camaraderie.

"What if I am?" Suddenly, the deep voice was serious once more, midnight eyes searching for a truth they both needed to acknowledge if there was to be any future for them at all. Tommy faced it unhesitatingly.

"I'd say I can't wish for anyone I'd like more."

"Same here."

"I'm glad," Tommy whispered. The two kissed once more, lips and tongues moving together in a dance of gentle passion that stirred faint embers, fanning them leisurely until they ignited and started to glow with renewed urgency. Hands began to roam over muscular backs, teasing taut buttocks until they undulated against each other, laughing and teasing while they learned about what made the other gasp with pleasure and moan in bliss.

Tommy was kissing his way down Jason's washboard abs, his long hair trailing along the heated skin, licking up the dried traces of semen on the tanned skin above his tan line when he was abrubtly torn out of his absorption by a loud rumble under his cheek. He jerked up, surprised, but had to laugh incredulously when the sound came again almost immediately.

"What the hell ...?"

Jason shrugged sheepishly. He was well on his way to a new erection, welcomed it wholeheartedly, but it seemed his body was expressing another kind of hunger.

"What do you expect? It's been hours since lunch, and we've not exactly been idle," he said, indicating to Tommy he meant both their earlier activities on the racetrack and their bedroom athletics.

"Granted," Tommy admitted, "but I don't really want to stop right now ..." A third loud growl from Jason's stomach interrupted him, then was seconded by an answering rumble from Tommy's own belly. The two started to laugh, effectively breaking their mood. "That's that, I suppose," Tommy chuckled, releasing his lover. "Let's grab a quickie shower and go get something to eat."

"Great idea," Jason enthused, rolling out of bed and ambling over to the bathroom. "You gonna join me in the shower?" he leered comically.

"I said 'a quick shower', lech," his friend replied, giving the cut body an appreciative once-over. Now, for the first time since he'd started to lust after Jason, he could openly indulge himself. He planned on doing a lot of that in the future, knowing that his friend was feeling the same, judging from the glitter in the midnight-dark eyes when they fastened on his half-erect cock. "Hurry up," he murmured huskily, rubbing himself suggestively in an imitation of Jason's own uninhibitedness.

"Right. Shower, food, sex," Jason agreed, not having missed a thing. Eyes alight with mirth, he swivelled his hips in blatant invitation, licking his lips exaggeratedly as he ogled Tommy's fit form. He disappeared quickly inside the bathroom, only barely escaping the pillow Tommy threw exasperatedly at his head. Their laughter filled the room, both young men revelling in their newfound closeness. From today onwards, they knew they'd share whatever the future might hold for either of them.

"I never thought I'd be thankful for one of Old Radiator Face's spells," Jason said just as they were about to leave the motel. "If he hadn't turned you into a girl ..."

"You'd never have gotten into my pants," Tommy deadpanned, pocketing the keycard. "At least not anytime soon."

"Oh yeah? Wanna bet?"

"Well ... maybe," he agreed, thinking of how much he'd always admired Jason's incredible physique, even before his awareness had turned sexual. "Still, I'm glad we're both guys. Makes things more equal, somehow."

"Uh huh. The way we've always been. And will be," Jason conceded, getting into the car. "Just wait until we get back ...!"

Divatox sauntered over the bridge of her submarine, over to her periscope. Her latest monster attack this morning  had been foiled by the Rangers, as was becoming annoyingly usual, and she was trying to come up with a plan - any plan - to throw a monkey wrench into their well-functioning teamwork.

"Maybe if I observe them outside of attacks, it'll give me a clue of how to defeat them," the Space Pirate mused as she raised the viewing device out of the lake's water, idly scanning through Angel Grove. In passing, she took note of several promising locations holding jewellery, rare metals and other items that would make a nice addition to her coffers. After all, her primary motivation still was the acquisition of wealth and unusual items - she was a pirate, after all, most famous in her clan for her various successful exploits throughout the known galaxy.

"But these brats have to be punished first," the voluptous woman hissed, bending over to peer into the periscope. "Nobody - and I mean nobody!! - makes a fool out of La Diva!"

Her skimpy costume rode up high on her hips, almost exposing her shapely rear to an appreciative Rygog. On the other side of the sub's bridge, Porto's eyes widened as her cleavage almost spilled his Mistress's most prominent personal assets to his eager gaze. Both henchmen were careful not to let their reaction show, however; Divatox didn't take kindly to unwelcome advances, preferring to keep her undeniable physical charms to herself, unless there was something to be gained by letting others partake of them. And while she wasn't above to summoning either or occasionally even both of them to satisfy her appetites, it was always at her instigation, not theirs. Not that they followed her summons unwillingly -- not at all. On the contrary, both aliens were almost indecently eager to serve their Mistress in whatever capacity she wanted them to. After all, even henchmutants sometimes were rewarded for things well done ... and the prize was definitely worth striving for!

"This is pointless!" Divatox snarled angrily, having found the Turbo Rangers. "Don't these cursed Power Punks ever do anything on their own?!? Or something a girl can use against them?"

The Rangers were at Angel Grove High's soccer field, having turned out in force to cheer on the purple-and-yellow-clad players as AGH scored the first goal against Stone Canyon, with Carlos giving the deciding assist to his teammate. TJ, Cassie and Justin high-fived each other on the bleachers, Ashley led the Cheerleading Squad into an impressive routine, and the former Green Ranger applauded from the coaches' bench, shouting instructions to his team.

"They'll have to pay for destroying my wedding plans to Maligore," the masked Space Pirate muttered to herself, still watching her enemies. "I'm NOT letting them get away with it! Momma D would have my hide if I did. And when I've finished the Rangers off, I'm going to tear their city apart, taking everything that's not nailed down and sell it to the highest bidder at the next auction on Onyx!"

"But Auntie Dee," Elgar piped up from the bulkhead he was polishing at his relative's orders, "those Rangers didn't exactly bust your wedding!"

"WHAT?!?" Divatox screeched, whirling around to glare at her dimwitted nephew. "How dare you say that? Have you already forgotten that you had to be a substitute for these brats' friends? I can arrange for a repeat, if you have," she threatened.

Elgar shivered. He was quite used to being Divatox's scapegoat in case something went wrong, but being thrown into the boiling lava pit on Muranthias had been something else again. *Enough to make even a Mutant think twice,* he admitted to himself. Still, his eternally runaway mouth didn't follow his own advice -- as usual.

"I m-mean, it w-wasn't them," he stammered, cowering under her fierce glare. "I-it was th-the others, wasn't it? When that one was still a Ranger?" He indicated Adam, who was watching AGH's soccer team critically, taking his role as coach very seriously.

"That doesn't matter in the least," the Pirate started to say, then reconsidered, absently switching off the bridge's general monitor, so only she could see what was going on in the periscope's finder.

"Hmm. For once, Elgar, you may have had an actual thought in that pointy skull of yours," she murmured, turning back to her periscope. "The ones who destroyed Maligore are no longer active Rangers ... are no longer under the protection of the Power," the woman thought out loud. "And you're right, they're the ones who need to be punished for that. And I bet the new Power Puffs will be quite devastated if something not nice happened to their predecessors. Which will make me sooooooo sorry," Divatox purred insincerely, warming to the idea. "Well, let's see where they all are!"

She'd already found Adam, and Justin - and was angrily aware that she couldn't do a thing about them right now. Justin was still an active Ranger, and Carlos's predecessor too close to the new team. She'd have to wait until she could get him alone. Divatox set her periscope to scan for the others. The girls ... Tanya was working at the radio station, surrounded by too many people. She, too, would have to wait for later. The Pink Ranger ... what was that blonde klutz's name again, oh yes, Katherine ... the evil plunderer snarled in frustration.

"What in Dark Specter's name is she doing on the other side of the planet?!? My teleporters don't reach that far!"

Which left the former Team leader, Tommy. His biosignature was not to be found in and around Angel Grove, but he wasn't too far away ... a few hundred miles inland, in one of the big cities ... not in a crowd, but not alone, either ... one other, whose data were stored in the sub's banks, too ... one who had been Maligore's Child, if only briefly ... there!

Divatox adjusted the focus on her periscope; the distance was a bit more than she was used to. At last, she was able to zero in on Tommy and her former captive.

"Come to Mama, boys," she purred evilly. "La Diva will make you sorry you ever messed up my wedding plans ... when I think I could be sharing the mighty Maligore's bed by now, being consumed by the BIG Flame of Destructi-- what the ...?!?"

Incredulously, the purple-streak-haired woman stared into her periscope. It showed her clearly the motel room in Las Vegas, which Jason and Tommy had entered only minutes before. To her amazement, the two young men were in each other's arms, kissing hotly and stripping their clothes off while grinding their hips impatiently together.

"Well, I'll be damned," Divatox breathed, feeling a nearly-forgotten sensation curl in her belly. Her half-uncovered breasts began to heave as she took in the muscular bodies now writhing together sensually on one of the beds. Her henchmen shared puzzled glances, but they had no access to what their Mistress was seeing. They only knew that for once, the Pirate Queen was equally astounded and excited.

"Oooohhh," Divatox moaned in concert with Jason and Tommy as the two arranged themselves in a sixty-nine. "I wouldn't mind getting some of that myself!" *Or having both of their mouths and cocks doing me,* she added to herself, squirming with her rising lust. *They look as if they know exactly what to do with 'em!* Right now, however, the former Red Turbo Ranger and the intended sacrifice to Maligore were busy devouring each other. The Pirate cheered them on silently. *Come on, boys! Suck those pricks!* She itched to finger her erect nipples, but was not about to do so in front of half a school of Piranhatrons.

The two young men didn't oblige her, though. Instead, Jason lifted from the hard length he'd been sucking and pounced on his lover, who put up no resistance whatsoever, releasing the thick quivering shaft from his own mouth as he lay back. Divatox groaned in disappointment, plucking unconsciously at her suddenly-too-tight metal-studded costume. Before she could react, though, the broad-shouldered man turned his partner over on his belly, lifting the narrow hips up high. Enviously, Divatox watched as Tommy had his flexing butt nibbled and licked until he was bucking backwards impatiently.

"Dammit, I knew I should've sound installed on this thing," Divatox complained, remaining glued to her periscope. She didn't care that she was perspiring in second-hand excitement, her hips undulating lasciviously in the air, much like Tommy's. "I wanna hear them!"

Her eyes glittered with lust as she continued to watch, holding her breath in anticipation when Jason liberally coated the upturned buttocks with a clear gel and donned a condom. As she'd hoped he would, he then parted the pale cheeks and plunged his rampant dick into Tommy, burying himself to the hilt in a single stroke. Soon, he was riding his partner fast and furiously, stroking the jutting shaft in time with his thrusts until Tommy came in his hand. Seconds later, Jason stiffened and quite obviously shot his load inside his lover. The two collapsed together on the bed, spent and sated.

"What a show," Divatox applauded, turning off the periscope. Her eyes burned behind her metal face mask as she straightened, her own agitation all too apparent. Sending both Rygog and Porto to her private chambers with a jerk of her head - just one wouldn't be enough to satisfy her after what she'd just witnessed - she turned the scene over in her rapidly-working mind.

"So good old Tommy likes to take it up the ass, does he?" she murmured, enjoying the shivers racing down her spine as she reviewed the memory. "I bet it wasn't the first time, either - not the way those two were going at each other. Which makes me wonder - does what's-his-name like a cock up his ass, too? Two hunks like that - who'd have thought it?"

Giving a few rapid-fire orders to her crew, the pirate made her way to her quarters, already stripping. She was in the mood for fast and furious now herself, and Rygog had better be ready with that tongue of his - or he'd be sorry. Very sorry. Flinging herself on her bed, Divatox was still thinking about Jason and Tommy, the hot sex she'd witnessed and the arousal it engendered in her, warring with her desire for revenge. Following her orders, Porto and Rygog started to pleasure their Mistress. But even as her first climax brought her momentary relief, Divatox wasn't able to let go of the images she'd seen.

*Tommy took it like a girl,* she sneered mentally. *All willing and ready to be mounted from behind! I wonder if his precious Katherine, or that skinny wimp I've caught along with Mr. Hunk here, ever saw him like that! Probably not ...*

"That's it!" Divatox suddenly exclaimed, throwing her partners off her body when she sat up abruptly. "THAT's how I'm going to pay them back for messing with me! Oh, stop that!" she snarled at Porto, when he tried to fondle one of her breasts. "We have things to do!"

"Yes, my Lady," the henchcreature sighed, exchanging a resigned look with his colleague. There would be no relief for them, after all. "What exactly do you have in mind?"

Divatox was already getting dressed.

"What was the name of that planet we looted two years ago? The one with all those medicinal plants? Muralis," the Space Pirate supplied the answer herself. "They had these herbs ... the ones that did so many interesting things to a Human's physiology if used just right," she added, smirking evilly.

"Yes, Divatox?" Rygog agreed cautiously. His Mistress was dangerous in this mood, as he well knew. He almost pitied the former Red Turbo Ranger - he certainly was in for something extremely unpleasant.

"I want you to find out the name of that weed, and if we still have any," Divatox ordered, hurrying back to her periscope. As she'd hoped, Tommy was fucking Jason by now, face to face, the muscular legs draped over his shoulders. Both cut bodies were gleaming with sweat in the room's light, handsome faces bathed in exquisite ecstasy. *No fair! Why can't they be fucking me instead of each other?* "Rygog!"Quickly, her First Officer checked the cargo lists.

"I can't be completely certain, Mistress, but I think what you're looking for are sha'nach herbs. And yes, there's still a supply of them left."

"Take them, modify them to the specifications on the package, blast them with the alterator and get some into Tommy and Dark 'n' Handsome, I don't care how," the Pirate Queen decreed, laughing maliciously.

"But ... won't that turn them into females?" Porto wondered, studying the instructions.

"Exactly," Divatox purred, switching off the periscope. Jason and Tommy were slumped together on the motel bed, clearly spent and done for the night. "And there's no known antidote - except for the one I found in that secret temple before we left Muralis. The old priest was very forthcoming once I'd made him and his acolytes take the stuff themselves. Only, Tommy and his hunk don't know that ... but they will know who's responsible for their metamorphosis. They'll be begging me for the antidote - and I'll make them pay dearly for it. After they've served me, of course! Now get going, all of you!"

Watching her minions scurry about, Divatox sat back in her chair, an evil smile on her lips. How she was going to enjoy having two former Rangers as her pleasure slaves! Much nicer to look at than Porto and Rygog ... Visions of gilded chains gleaming against oiled, sculpted  muscles began to fill her mind.

"Oh yes, boys ... Rita has told me a lot about you two ... and while I'm sure you never meant it quite this way, what was it you Power Brats used to say? Oh yes - 'It's Morphin' Time'!"

Evil laughter echoed through the submarine, and in a motel room in Las Vegas, two nude young men shivered in their sleep, instinctively moving closer into each other's arms.