Long Journey Home

It was already dark as Tommy and Jason made their way home to the Scotts’ house. They walked slowly, enjoying the company and the gentler warmth of the night, so different from the moist heat of the Neola jungle. Jason’s folks weren’t home; they’d left a note that Mr Scott had to be out of town for a few days, and Jason’s mother had decided to accompany her husband. Ordering a pizza, they made a quick evening meal, then decided to put up a large air mattress on the back porch. It was far too warm to sleep comfortably indoors, but for what they had planned, the air conditioning would be too cool. When they were set up, they slowly undressed, until they sank naked onto the mattress. Pulling each other close, they kissed quietly, relishing the skin-to-skin contact as they relaxed, knowing that this would be the first and last time they ever came together quite like this. Hands roamed gently over strong backs, limbs intertwined, and without realizing it, they fell asleep in each other’s arms, gaining a precious few more hours together.
 
Jason awoke as the first early birds began to sing in the rising dawn. For a few moments, he enjoyed the peace and quiet, the morning breeze along his skin and the feel of Tommy’s hard, warm body pressed close against him. Carefully, he leaned up on one elbow and looked into the angular face, softened in sleep. The long dark hair was spread out over the pillow, and his almost feminine lashes cast crescent-shaped shadows on his cheek. Jason felt a wave of longing sweep over him; would he ever be able to look at ‘his’ Tommy like this? He knew now, that if -- when -- he made it home, he’d tell Tommy about his feelings; he owed him that much. What came after that would be up to Tommy. He brushed gentle fingers over his face, outlining the contours of his mouth. As the brown eyes opened slowly, he leaned over to kiss his friend, whispering softly "I love you" before claiming the firm lips with his own.
 
Tommy gave himself up to the kiss, opening his lips and searching for the moist tongue with his own. They connected and entwined, dancing around each other, enflaming their senses as their hands began to explore smooth skin and hard muscles. Soon, the almost languorous caresses grew more intense as the two lost themselves in the slowly gathering heat. Cocks began to stretch and fill with blood as Jason and Tommy writhed together; mouths wandered down strong necks to chiseled pecs to lick and nibble at hardening nipples, leaving trails of cooling moisture in their wake. Hands roamed downwards, molding firm buttocks and stroking eager rods, which throbbed with their mounting desires. Finally, Tommy tore himself away from the hot mouth which devoured his own. Breathing hard, he sat up and pressed Jason onto his back. Flashing him a devilish smile, he inserted his hand between the strong thighs and parted them, only to kneel between them. Jason lay back, exposed to Tommy’s glittering eyes, and he felt the familiar sensation of need and anticipation in his stomach. He reached out a hand to twine a hank of mahogany hair round his fingers. Drawing the Red Ranger down for another heated kiss, he growled into the wet mouth.
 
"Do it."
 
Tommy didn’t have to ask what. Nip-kissing his way down the heaving chest, he paused briefly to tongue the little brown nubs into hardness, then lost no time to swallow as much as he could of the straining cock in one single gulp. Jason gave a strangled cry at the sudden sensation, arched off the mattress, and sank back, moaning in ecstasy as Tommy began to lick and suck every inch of his manhood. Strong fingers delved between his cheeks and probed for the hidden opening. Helplessly, he let his legs fall open, offering himself completely to his lover’s touch. Just as he could feel the beginning of his orgasm, though, Tommy eased off, releasing the pulsating prick from his mouth. Left on the brink, Jason groaned in frustration and dragged his eyes open, to look into Tommy’s face. The feral expression in the chocolate eyes sent shivers down his spine.
 
"Tommy ...!" he moaned/begged, desperate to come.
 
His friend moved aside, lying down next to him and brushing his fingertips whisper-light across the sweat-slick skin. Jason squirmed, trying to thrust his aching cock into the maddening hand.
 
Tommy leaned over, carefully not touching the hard rod. He licked at the outer shell of Jason’s ear, making him gasp with pleasure, as he told his lover what he wanted him to do.
 
"I want you to take me first. I want your hot cock thrusting into my ass, stretching me wide, until you’re all the way in. C’mon, Jason -- you know it’s what you want. Fill me with your come, and then I’ll do the same for you!" Guiltily, he pushed the knowledge aside that he had yet to share that ultimate surrender with Jay; despite the passing of time and their love for each other, the rape had left scars on his Companion's mind and body that weren't quite healed.
 
The hot whisper fired Jason’s senses into overload. Unaware of the situation, he never thought to refuse his lover's request. With a growl, he grasped the hard shoulders, gave a not-quite-gentle shove, and pushed Tommy over onto his back. Almost insensate with desire, he attacked the muscular body with his hands and lips, making him writhe and moan as he had before. Finally, he found himself between the spread thighs. Tommy reached for the bottle of lubricant they had placed conveniently close the night before, and poured some of the musky oil into his palm. He massaged most of it into the satiny skin of Jason’s cock, but before he could apply it to his own crack, Jason stopped him.
 
"Let me."
 
Breathing hard, he squirted another measure into the demanding hand, then moaned helplessly as strong fingers searched for and found the hidden opening. F one one, then two slipped inside, opening him up, stretching the tight ring of muscle until he bucked his hips in rhythm with the shallow strokes. Suddenly, the hand withdrew, and Jason bent over him. Their eyes met and held as the soft lips closed hungrily over his phallus. Jason had very little experience, but Tommy didn’t mind; it just felt too good to thrust into the wet heat. It was over too soon, though. With a last lick, Jason straightened again and raised Tommy’s hips onto his thighs. Parting the firm globes with one hand, he probed for the tight channel once more. Again, the hard fingers teased him, then withdrew, to be replaced by the softer, hotter tip of Jason’s cock. Tommy relaxed his muscles. Jason pressed himself carefully against the clenching hole, feeling it give slowly, then slid in. Both men moaned at the exquisite sensation. Small, gentle thrusts pushed deeper and deeper into Tommy, until Jason felt his balls rest against Tommy’s ass. He paused for a moment, his senses reeling. He’d never felt anything quite like this in his life! Then, he ventured a first stroke. His breath hissed out sharply as tingles spread out from his groin all over his body. He thrust again, and Tommy began to move under him, meeting him with a thrust of his own. It was too much. Abandoning all restraint, he started to snap his hips forward, plunging again and again into the tight channel, letting the pressure build until nothing existed but the grip Tommy’s ass had around his aching rod, squeezing and massaging, until he could feel his balls contract and give up their heaviness into the depths of his friend’s body. A final thrust buried him deeper than before, and Jason bellowed out his release, spasming uncontrollably until he was completely spent. His head was swimming as he collapsed onto the slick chest, gasping for much-needed air.
 
Tommy held him until his softening manhood slipped out of its tight sheath. Sighing equally with satisfaction and disappointment, he rolled off the hard body, to find himself gathered into a close embrace. The hot mouth sought out his own, and he blissfully surrendered to the wet caress.
 
"Mmmhh!"
 
A wicked chuckle was his answer as Tommy leaned over him. Opening his eyes with some difficulty, he met the glittering brown gaze with a tired but brilliant smile. Tommy kissed him again, harder. Jason had to chuckle himself; he could feel the throbbing hardness against his hips, but he wasn’t quite ready to give himself over to his lover. Instead, he buried his hands in the long locks, drawing Tommy deeper into the kiss.
 
Tommy went along with it for a few moments, but his own need soon reasserted itself. Capturing the tip of Jason’s tongue, he coaxed it into his own mouth, then, when it slid along the edge of his teeth, he bit down. Not enough to really hurt, but enough to earn a somewhat startled yelp from his lover. Laughing into the dark eyes, he dipped his own tongue soothingly between the moist lips.
 
"It’s my turn now."
 
Jason mock-pouted, but relaxed onto the mattress.
 
"What exactly do you have in mind," he growled as he slid his hands down from the silky hair to roam over the muscled back.
 
"How about more of the same?" Tommy asked, as he once more nibbled his way to the juncture of neck and shoulder. Jason laughed breathlessly as he angled his head to give Tommy better access. "You’ll have to wait a bit for that -- I may be a superhero, but I’m not Superman!" Both grinned, and Tommy moved towards the hollow of Jason’s throat, where he began to trace lazy circles with his tongue. His hands moved up to the broad chest, to tease his nipples into hardness once more. Pinching gently, he murmuretweetween licks, "I was thinking more about ‘Do unto you as you’ve done unto me’."
 
Another shiver raced down Jason’s spine. Moving his own hands down the muscular body of his friend, he closed his fingers around the throbbing shaft and squeezed lightly. "Sounds good to me," he gasped as Tommy bit with precisely-calculated pressure into his right nipple, causing him to arch into the skilled mouth.
 
Tommy looked up then, gazing deeply into the sparkling dark eyes. Finding what he was searching for, he claimed the smiling mouth in another hot, devouring kiss. Both were out of breath as he finally released Jason, sitting back on his haunches. Jason started to spread his legs, but Tommy stopped him. Running a slightly trembling hand from his shoulder over his chest into the dark curls surrounding his slowly reviving cock, he held his eyes for long moments, then made his request. This was his fondest fantasy coming true at last.
 
"Kneel for me."
 
For a moment, everything seemed to freeze around them. Then, Jason slowly and deliberately turned over, lifting himself onto his hands and knees. He waited, hardly daring to breathe, for Tommy’s next move.
 
The first thing to touch him were the warm hands, which slid up and down his back, molding his hips, dipping towards his genitals, then wandering back again, until they finally came to rest on his ass. Tommy massaged him slowly, circling around the firm cheeks, sliding a teasing finger between them until Jason moved with the gentle stroking, swaying back and forth.
 
Then Tommy’s mouth fastened onto him, licking, biting, covering evey inch until he almost sobbed with the exquisite sensation. Tommy’s hot breath wafted across his crack, sending shivery chills into the rest of his body. Jason’s senses almost went into overload as the maddening tongue-tip slid between his cheeks, seeking and finding his twitching hole. He hadn’t known that something could feel this good, but the longer Tommy was eating his ass, the more he wanted ... more. Not knowing what to ask for, he gasped out Tommy’s name as he drove his tongue again and again into him.
 
"What do you want?" Jason hardly recognized Tommy’s voice, it was so raspy and deep. "Tell me what you want!"
 
He was almost past coherent tht. ht. Rocking back as far as the firm grip on his hips would allow, Jason tried to make his vocal chords work one more time.
 
"You. I want you -- in me. Now!"
 
A deep growl was his answer. Then suddenly, something slick and cool trickled down his crack. A long finger smoothed the oil down, circling around that most sensitive place, then sliding inside. Jason moaned at the gentle invasion. The pressure against his sphincter seemed enormous, but it only increased as a second digit joined the first. Instinctively, he tried to move away, but the hand on his hip wouldn’t let him. Trembling with a mixture of arousal, need and fear, he held himself as still as he could, concentrating on the slow glide of those fingers in and out of his body. Slowly, the discomfort lessened, and Jason began to relax. The fingers delved deeper, opening him up, until Tommy thrust easily into the tight hole. Jason moved automatically into the rhythm. Suddenly, Tommy withdrew. The unexpected feeling of emptiness seemed nigh unbearable, but before Jason could protest, something hot and hard pressed against him. The burning sensation as the tight muscle was stretched crested, then faded as Tommy’s cockhead disappeared inside of him. He gave him a few moments to get used to the fullness, then pushed slowly deeper. In one long, smooth, excruciatingly slow glide, Tommy filled him until he felt the strong thighs pressing against the backs of his own. Jason sobbed once, his muscles contracting around the throbbing inr. Hr. Holding himself as still as he could, he waited for Tommy’s next move. It came as an equally slow, drawn-out backstroke, which sent sparks of energy into every part of his body. Jason couldn’t help himself -- as his lover drove forward again, he rocked in a countermotion, sending the hot shaft even deeper as before. It was what Tommy had waited for. Thrusting his hips back a, he, he increased his tempo until he had established a hard, fast rhythm, which Jason matched enthusiastically. Soon, they were rocking in unison, driving each other higher and higher until nothing existed but the hot shaft drilling deep into the tight channel, until finally the world around them exploded into a supernova of bright light, carrying both into oblivion.
 
They came to their senses when Tommy’s softening cock slid out of Jason’s ass. Groaning exhaustedly, the Red Ranger rolled off his lover’s back, his eyes still closed. Jason shifted slowly, until he could rest his head on the smooth chest. If he concentrated, he thought he could still feel the hard thrusts filling him, and he smiled contentedly. Their eyes met, tired but satisfied, and they were just about to drift off to sleep again, when an all-too familiar chime jerked Tommy up from his comfortable position. Mumbling curses against Mondo under his breath, he located his communicator and lifted it to his lips.
 
"This had better be serious," he grumbled. "Yes, Zordon, I read you."
 
"Tommy, the Machine Empire has launched another attack in the harbour district. You need to go there right away," Alpha’s tinny voice announced over the wrist device.
 
Tommy sighed resignedly. "I’ll be right there, Alpha." Casting an apologetic look at his lover, he hastily threw on his clothes. Jason lay back, watching him with unreadable dark eyes. Before Tommy teleported out, he checked himself. Leaning down for a heated, too-brief kiss, he clearly wanted to say something, but couldn’t find the right words.
 
"It’s okay, Tommy."
 
"I just wish it didn’t have to be this way," Tommy said helplessly.
 
Jason touched the lean cheek.
 
"I understand. Go."
 
He watched as Tommy disappeared in a bright red streak of light, and as he saw it vanish over the roof, he whispered a final farewell.
 
"Goodbye,my."my."
 
 
***
 
After a moment, Jason heaved himself off the mattress and ambled towards the bathroom. He knew that, if the procedure at the Power Chamber had worked, he would soon be transported home, to his own reality. Remembering the circumstances of the last two switches, he was determined to be at least dressed this time around. Hurrying through his shower and shave, he dressed in jeans and a t-shirt. Too restless with anticipation, he decided to forego breakfast. Grabbing an apple on the way out, he made his way to the park, just like that Saturday morning six weeks ago. He could see the Megazord pummeling a multi-armed monstrosity in the distance, but turned resolutely away. Wandering aimlessly along the winding pathways, he wondered how much time had passed. If Billy’s theory was correct, surely something should have happened by now?
 
Jason topped a small rise near the lake, when his attention was caught by a rainbow of coloured light coalescing a few dozen yards before him, transforming themselves into his friends. He watched them exchanging high fives for some minutes, celebrating their latest victory, then slowly made his way down the grassy knoll, careful not to slip on the dewy surface. When he had crossed about half the distance towards them, he saw Tommy look up at him. Before either could utter a single word, Jason suddenly felt the familiar wave of blackness engulf him, followed by a cold, then hot flash. He stumbled on the wet grass and moaned; the accompanying dizziness had never been this bad. ing ing to his knees, he tried to call out to his friends, but it was too much. Feeling his senses spin out of control, Jason sank to the ground, unconscious.
 
 
 
 
 
 
To be continued ....