Ranger Sleepover

Chapter 2

Tyler convinced the others that he could clean me up on his own. I was relieved. The attention

was nice but I don't think I could keep myself from blushing if I had to remove my clothes in front

of all four of them. I consider myself to be in pretty good shape but I look pretty scrawny

compared to the other guys. I had enough reason to be embarrassed already. Tyler and Chase

helped me get to the bathroom. I always assumed Ms. Morgan lived here since there has

always been a fully functioning bathroom, but when I stopped to think of it I realized Koda and

Ivan must be the ones who use it. This is their home more than anyone else’s.

There was no shower, just a really large tub. I thought it was strange but it makes sense. Ms.

Morgan must have had it installed for Koda, who understandably had never used a shower

before. I could just picture him crushing the shower head the moment it sprayed him in the face.

A jacuzzi-like tub like this one would be a lot more familiar to someone used to bathing in ponds

and lagoons.

I know in Ivan's time hygiene wasn't a high priority for people either but you wouldn't know it

looking at him, or smelling him for that matter. I get a lot of opportunities to smell Ivan when

we're sparring. I admit, whenever he gets me in a hold, I let him hold on a few seconds longer,

just to take in the smell of him. He smells like nature. Not in a dirty way. It's more like the smell

of soil after a thunderstorm, washed and burnt clean; and the smell of leather that’s been clasped

to moist skin all day in the hot sun.

I look forward to sparring with Ivan more than just about anything. It takes a lot of effort on my

part to get him to work up a sweat, but it's always worth it because that's the only time he

voluntarily removes his shirt. I always keep mine on but i make sure to wear a loose, short

sleeved tank top to facilitate as much skin to skin contact as possible. I know a lot of people

don't like others touching them when they're sweaty, but I've never really minded when it's a

guy. Ivan isn't shy about contact. When he's teaching me moves, he presses himself hard

against my back. He'll touch the whole of his arm or leg to mine when he's showing me how to

position myself. But I admit my favorite part is when we dance. He's always going on about how

sword fighting is like dancing and he likes to show me the dances that he knows and how they

relate to fighting. I admit I don't listen much when we get to that part. I always thought dances

from his time period were very conservative, with only hands touching, but his version is a little

different. He told me dancing with women was very conservative but men always practiced with

each other and close touch was common between men, especially during horseplay. I'm not

sure I believed him but I certainly wasn't going to argue.

When we dance he puts his arm around my waist and rests it just inches above my ass. He

holds on tight to my other hand and pulls it against his chest. And finally he pulls me in until

every inch of our chests and stomachs are touching and our faces are no more than an inch

apart. Luckily he's taller than me so the bulge created by my excitement is just south of his

crotch. But I know he still feels it sometimes when his inner thighs graze against it. He's never

made a comment about it or even flinched, and I've never felt his... excitement, despite his crotch

being pressed hard against my stomach. But then again, he is a very disciplined individual, and

apparently he's had a lot more experience dancing with boys than I have. After dancing

lessons we usually stop because he comments that I look "terribly flustered" and should rest. Although

the last thing I want to do at that point is rest, he's not wrong about the flustered part. That tends

to happen to me a lot lately, and being alone in a bathroom with Tyler is one of those times.

Tyler turned on the faucet and the tub started filling up.

"It might take a while for this big thing to fill up so I guess I'll fill you in now on what happened."

"That would be nice." I said, half sarcastically. "Uh, sorry. I didn't mean for that to sound rude."

"That's okay. I don't blame you. I'd be pretty frustrated too if I were you." He said, looking

intensely at me. "I'll tell you everything I know."

"Thanks." I said.

"We were headed to the lab when out of nowhere a group of viviks attacked us. We morphed

and dispatched them in seconds. We thought it was strange that they would attack us in such a

small group. They had to know what the outcome would be. Shelby caught up with us just after

the last vivik disappeared and asked why we were morphed. We quickly explained what

happened and she immediately yelled your name. She then said you were alone in the cafe. We

all rushed back to the cafe and we saw a group of viviks carrying you away. When they saw us

they dropped you hard on the floor and disappeared. We weren't sure if it was the fall or

something they did to you that knocked you out but it seemed like you were already

unconscious by then."

"They sprayed me with something when they ambushed me. All I remember is passing out."

"That's what we thought. Ms. Morgan analyzed your blood and found traces of a sleeping agent.

She said it didn't seem like any kind of poison but it did have other properties she wasn't able to

determine. She said the test would take all night to be conclusive. After the blood test she

wanted to lay you down somewhere comfortable. We were going to take you to Ivan's room. We

figured his king size four poster bed with the mattress made entirely of down would be

comfortable but then Koda grabbed you and ran off with you, yelling that you would be safest in

his cave." Tyler started laughing. "It was like something out of King Kong. It was actually pretty

cute. He cares about you a lot. In fact, we all do. When I saw you being taken by the viviks I

went into panic mode."

I had never seen Tyler look so serious. He looked up at me, eyes tearing up. "I'm your leader. I'm

supposed to protect you and I almost let you get captured by the enemy. Who knows what they

might have done to you. For ten years, I thought I had lost my Dad forever. I had to grow up

without a family. It was hard. I never allowed myself to get close to anyone for fear of losing

them. It wasn't until I met you and the other rangers that I allowed myself to get close to anyone

again. Since you could all defend yourselves, it put me at ease and I let myself come to care

about you all. But when I saw the viviks taking you, all those old feelings came back and I

Panicked."

Tyler stood up and walked over to me. He knelt down and hugged me tight. "I'm so glad you're

safe." He said, pulling away from me enough to look me in the eyes. "Let's get you cleaned up.

The water is ready. Can you stand?

"Yeah." I replied, immediately realizing I was lying, as I fell over on top on Tyler as soon as I

tried to stand.

"S-sorry." I said into Tyler's ear. I was laying on top of him and he was lying flat on the floor, my

face next to his. "Whatever was in that sleeping agent is doing a number on my muscles. I

guess I'm still too weak to stand on my own."

"Don't worry. We don't mind carrying you around until you're stronger." Tyler said, smiling from

ear to ear. I blushed. "Now let's get out of these clothes."

"What?" I asked, surprised. I knew I'd have to take off my clothes but I was expecting to be alone

in that. I pulled myself up off of Tyler and sat on the floor, my legs flanking his body. He sat up as

well.

"I have to get in the tub with you so I can clean you properly, especially if I have to carry you in

there." He said, while removing my shoes and socks. There's something about someone

touching my bare feet that feels very intimate. My socks were usually the last thing I removed

when I was about to bathe, so it felt strange. I could feel myself blushing. He stood up and

kicked off his shoes. He removed his socks, then his shirt came off. I couldn't keep my eyes off

of him. His skin was beautiful. He had a tan that almost glowed. His skin was dark enough to

really expose the curvature of his muscles but still light enough to contrast with his dark body

hair. I had seen him shirtless before but not this close up. It was almost too much, and yet I

wanted more. He caught me staring and managed to blush. He then cracked a smile. The same

boyish, goofy, smile he usually wore, but this one had a hint of something else to it. Mischief,

perhaps? He unbuttoned his shorts and pulled down the zipper, watching my face closely. I

expected to see underwear but was surprised to see only dark hair, and the start of something

else. It seems our commander likes to go commando. He finally dropped his shorts and I was

surprised by several things at once, but most noticeably of all, I was surprised to see that he was

just as excited as I was.