The Things You Learn

A/N: This is a continuation of my previous work, Man and Machine. There was intended to be a 3rd chapter in that fic, but due to time and motivation, I was not able to complete it. One day, I may write it, but I do give the general jist of what it would of gone like in this story.

I would also like to thank my friend Breaker for assisting me with some elements of this story.

***

Silence filled the warehouse as what little light from the street lamps outside that could filter through windows that were rather painted over or coated in 3 inches of dust created a soft glow of light near the rafters gently filled the hollow structure that decayed into black as it made it’s way towards the center of the building, but never reaching it, keeping the very center of the warehouse an eerie pitch black.

With a loud squeak, a small door in one of the far corners of the building swooshed open, flooding in light and the sound of two voices.

“Aright, accordin’ to Doctor K, the signal is coming from somewhere in here” Flynn said as he surveyed the area, seeing the hundreds of boxes and crates, as well as a large number of cargo shipping containers, that filled the structure. The already annoyed Scotsman let out bit of a groan at the intimidating sight. Due to a few events earlier in the day, his normally good mood was practically non-existent, and seeing the building piled high with so many containers was just making things worse for him. “This is gonna be a LONG night.”

“Oh, not it won’t, silly” the upbeat and energetic voice of Gem chimed in from behind as he grabbed his morpher from his side and reached to grab the Engine Cell from within his jumpsuit’s jacket. “All we gotta do is smash up all these crates until we find out where that signal is coming from. RPM! Get in…”

As Gem was getting ready to morph, Flynn quickly grabbed Gem’s morpher out of his hand and ejected the Engine Cell. “Are you crazy, man? We don’t know from what that signal Doctor K found is comin’ from. It could be valuable or it could be dangerous. Either way, we just can’t come in here and start smashing things up in case we might damage it, or worse, blow our selves sky high. Now, I don’t know about you, but I personally DON’T wanna go Boom Time.”

Flynn stared at Gem with a bit of annoyance in his eyes, waiting for some sort of acknowledgement from the Series Gold Operator. After a fem moments, Gem’s face grew long and his head dipped low. “Okay, Flynn. I’m sorry.” As he drew out the words of his apology with a sadden and childish tone, he twisted the toe of his right foot back and forth and back and forth into the ground, ashamed of his rashness.

Looking at Gem as he stood there, Flynn’s angered eyes closed as the Scotsman took a deep, deep breath, then with a sigh, let it all out, causing his tense body to loosen. He let go of Gem’s morpher and allowed his arm to fall back down to the side, before opening his eyes again, but now had a look that was part apologetic, yet still serious on it. “Gem, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to snap, but I’ve got a lot on my mind at the moment, and things tonight just seem to be piling up on me and I shouldn‘t take it out on you.”

A smile appeared on Gem’s face with Flynn’s apology, but the moment the man in blue mentioned having something on his mind, Gem couldn’t help but be concerned what was bothering his teammate. “What’s wrong, Flynn?”

Flynn had already pulled out his morpher and was about ready to begin scanning the crates near him when Gem posed his question. “It’s not exactly something I want to talk about, okay?”

Flynn’s tone had become slightly sharp again, so Gem didn’t press the question anymore. Instead, he readjusted his grip on the morpher in his hand, engaged it’s scanning mode, and began to assist Flynn with the scanning of the crates.

Flynn walked ahead of Gem to begin scanning the crates on the other side of the walkway the two men were in. He looked back at Gem, who was now beginning to hum a little tune and tap his foot and shake his hips to the beat of his humming as he scanned the crates. Flynn just looked at the other man and his swaying backside for a bit before letting out a half-scoff/half-laughed as he shook his head in mild amusement on how Gem was treating this mission “This is gonna’ be a VERY long night.”

***

It had been nearly an hour since she had sent Gem and Flynn and Gemma and Dillon out to find what was emitting the strange signals from within the dome, and though she had been monitoring the ranger’s signals, Doctor K was becoming concerned by the lack of contact. Just as she thought that, a red light began to flash on her computer monitor began to flash.

“Doc K,” the peppy voice of Gemma spoke through the speakers. “me and Dillon just found this strange silver can thing that’s kind of glowing red. Scans show it’s not explosive, but it’s leaking out two unique types of low-level, non-lethal radiation. I’m sending you the data now since the computers there can analyze it better.”

As the data transferred back to K’s terminal, her computers began running analysis and simulations with the data Gemma had just sent. Within moments, the screen began flashing red and K’s expression went from concern to fear. “Gemma! Gem! Flynn! Dillon! Get far away from your location! The signal I’ve been picking up is the feedback of the conflicting radiation decay of two unstable irradiated elements! Thought they are not dangerous on their own, according to the computer generated data, if they make contact it could cause a powerful explosion, enough to take out a city block!”

The confused voice of the four rangers out in the field, flooding in all at once was almost deafening to Doctor K, but over it all, something Dillon said over the communication’s channel roared through the jumble of the voices “It looks like it’s about to blow! RPM! Get in Gear!”

In the next few moments, though voices were shouting, little sense was made as panic from the concern of the safety of her friends filled Doctor K. Suddenly, the sound of a powerful blast filled K’s earpiece, then, static. “GEM! GEMMA! Can you hear me? FLYNN? DILLON? Anyone! Come in!” K waited with worry for anyone to speak up.

“Me and Gemma are safe.” Dillon’s usually tough voice was filled with a bit of relief as he spoke.

Though it was a bit of a relief within K, she was still concerned about Gem’s and Flynn’s safety as well as they were still silent on their end. “Gem! Flynn! Respond!”

Only static replied.

Scott, Summer, and Ziggy quickly rushed into the Ranger Room after being awoken by the blaring computer alarms that had emanated just moments ago from the room, confused and half-awake, asking question on what was going on. K had already quickly regained her composure before they had noticed her worrying. She stood up from her seat and began giving the three rangers in front of her orders. “Earlier this evening I discovered 2 unknown signals emanating from opposite sides of the city. I sent out the other four rangers to investigate, and it turned out those signals were from bombs. Gemma and Dillon are fine, but Flynn and Gem are…”

“Wait!? You were able to break up the Boom Time Twins?” Ziggy butted in.

“Due to recent events, I do not believe Flynn and Dillon are capable of working together as a team, but that is totally irrelevant to the current situation!” K yelled in rage at Ziggy. “Now, as I was saying before I was interrupted by Ranger Green, Gem and Flynn have not responded, and because of the design of the device that caused the blast, my life sign scanners are unable to work properly due to interference from the radiation. You three will go and search for Gem and…” Suddenly another alarm began to blare in the Ranger Room, and K’s attention quickly turned to her computer, and her face became even more serious. “Change of plans. Scott and Summer, you two will search for Gem and Flynn at their last known location, while Ranger Green will meet up with Gemma and Dillon and fight the Venjix Attack Bot that has just appeared in the city’s Financial District.”

It looked like Ziggy was about to say something again, but with a death glare from Doctor K and a tug at the arm by Summer, he, her, and Scott rushed out of the Ranger Room to complete their missions.

***

“Oh, sweet mother molasses, that hurt.” Flynn groaned as pain filled his entire body. Being forcibly de-morphed by the shockwave of a blast would do that to a person. Laying on his back, with his eyes closed from the wincing pain that was filling his body, he forced himself to remember the moments he last remembered; hearing about a bomb and having Doctor K shouting over the com about getting out of the warehouse, the last-second morphing pared with the last-second jumping-into of an open cargo container. The soon was going away, and Flynn finally opened his eyes, only to be met with more darkness. Flynn groaned as he reached into his jacket and pulled from one of the inner pockets a small metallic flashlight, and thought to himself on how glad he was on how he kept the thing with him at all times. The teary gasps of pain from Gem finally caught Flynn’s attention. Though he was sure the Series Gold Ranger had been in pain a lot longer than he had realized, Flynn’s sense’s had only just adjusted to pick up things beyond himself. He turned on his flashlight and began to scan the container in the general vicinity of Gem’s choked moans of pain, finding him in the very far corner of the container, nursing his left arm. “Gem!” Flynn exclaimed, concerned for his comrade‘s safety. He went to stand, but he couldn’t muster up enough strength to get off the ground to his feet, so instead, he crawled his way over to the young Asian man. “What’s wrong? Is your arm broke?” Flynn asked, concerned.

Gem, who’s head had been angled down, looking at his hurt arm, turned his face upwards to look Flynn in the eye. Even though there was relatively little light casting on his face, it was still enough for the Scotsman to notice Gem had been crying. “It hurts!” the Gold Ranger hissed in pain.

“But, is it broken?”

“I don-n-n-n’t think s-s-so.”

Flynn finally shone the light down on the actual arm to get a better look at it, and noticed blood on Gem’s hand that was clenching the arm. “Move your hand so I can check out your arm.”

“NO!” Gem winced back defensively, but then let out another hiss of pain from hitting his wounded arm against the container.

Flynn groaned in frustration, then snipped at Gem. “If I can’t look at that, you might bleed to death. Now, move your hand so I can check out that wound before I move it for you.”

Gem was quiet for just a moment before he slowly took his hand off his wounded arm, allowing Flynn to get a closer look at it. Gem’s track suit had been torn, but the gash on the man’s upper left bicep was visible. It didn’t appear to be that deep from Flynn’s perspective, and didn’t look that life-threatening, though he did need to stop the bleeding. From one of his cargo pants pockets, Flynn pulled out an army knife and flipped out one of the blades, grabbed a part of Gem’s track suit above the slash on it. “Hold still. Don’t wanna cut ya.” Flynn jabbed the sharp blade into the fabric and gently jerked upwards, cutting another hole into Gem’s uniform, then, he proceeded to gently use the knife to detach the remainder of the sleeve from the suit, being careful not to cut Gem with the knife as well. With the now-detached sleeve as a suitable bandage, Flynn tied it tightly around Gem’s arm to stop the blood flow. “There you go. You should be fine.” Flynn let out a sigh as he sat down to Gem’s right. “Now, all we gotta do is get out of this container.”

“Well, let’s morph and bust out of here!” Gem said, the pain still slightly visible in his voice, but it was now at least also filled with a bit of his normal excited-ness.

“Ain’t that simple.” Flynn shook his head. “You’re too badly injured, plus…” he pulled out his Cell Morpher and flipped it open, revealing a red, flashing light blinking inside “there ain’t enough power to morph. That blast was a bit strong, and most of the suit’s power went to protecting us.” Flynn took his flashlight and surveyed the container. Though one side was rather dented, and slightly caved in, the section he and Gem were in appeared to look fine. What openings there were, dangerously sharp, twisted metal kept from being safe ways of escape. “We’re stuck in here for at least 3 hours while my morpher recharges or until someone finds us. We should be safe, as long as there isn‘t a secondary explosion or we don‘t get attacked by Venjix drones.”

Gem sighed in disappointment again, and hung his head down. Out of the corner of his eye, which had become adjusted to the low light of the flashlight, he noticed Flynn’s hands. “You’re hands! They’re covered in blood!”

Flynn looked down. “Well, most of it is yours, I think. Still…” He took off his leather jacket, then peeled off his light blue shirt to use as a towel to wipe away the blood from his hands. He then tossed the shirt over to Gem. “Here, clean up ya arm a bit, lad.”

Gem smiled as he wiped away the blood that had flowed down his arm with the shirt, while Flynn pulled out a small bottle from another one of his pants pockets, squirted some of the liquid gel inside the bottle onto his hands, and then began rubbing them for a bit, before finally taking off his other shirt to wipe clean his hands for a second time.

“You seem kinda prepared.” Gem said, a bit in awe and a bit curious.

“Well, a year of workin’ as a global aid worker kinda does that to a man.” Flynn said rather causally to Gem. “There were alotta times I had to make due with what I had, including first aid.”

“I was talking about the hand-cleaning stuff. How did you know you were going to need it?”

Flynn let out a bit of a laugh. “Well, I am a mechanic, ya know. Growing up, helping me dad with cars, I just got so into it that I‘ld loose track o time, and when dinner was done, I’ld just rush in without cleaning up. Me dad would always fuss at me, and, eventually he started makin me carry a bottle of this hand cleaner at all times after I had been working in the garage. The stuff doesn’t even need water. Well, anyways, since then, I’ve always carried some while I‘m doing motor work, and since I was fixin’ up Summer’s bike before our mission, I had some on me.”

“Aaaahhhhh… “Gem paused for a bit while looking at the bottle in Flynn’s hand “Well, could I get some of that stuff to clean up my arm?”

Flynn got back up on his knees and leaned over to Gem’s injured arm. “Here, let me do it. Don’t want this stuff gettin’ near the wound.”

While Flynn was applying and rubbing in the cleaner on his arm, Gem sat there for a bit, fidgeting, until finally he looked at Flynn and asked “So, since we’re going to most likely be here for a while until the others can find us, wanna talk?”

“What about?” Flynn leaned back over to where he was sitting and grabbed his dark t-shirt, grabbed it, and began wiping up any residue that was left of the cleaner from Gem’s arm.

“Hmm…” Gem pondered for a moment, before his face shifted from that one lost in thought to pure excitement. “How about what was bothering you earlier?”

Flynn was not even slightly amused with Gem’s suggestion, and it was clearly evident by the expression on the Scott’s face. To add emphasis on the fact of his displeasure, Flynn looked Gem straight in the eyes as he barked “No.” and then proceeded to sit back down to Gem’s side, though now a few inches further was added between the two.

There was silence for a bit as the two men stared forward, until Gem broke the silence with a sigh before turning to look at Flynn. “Well, I didn’t mean to bring up something really bad. I just thought that maybe if you would talk about it with someone, you might try to feel a bit better… well, as better as you can be right now considering where we are.” Gem sighed again and turned his attention forward once more before he added “Whatever happened between you and Dillon must of been pretty bad.”

Dumfounded, Flynn struggle to find his words for a moment before he looked at Gem with his jaw dropped, still from the shock. “How did you know about me and Dillon? Only one other person ever knew about that. Anyways, that all happened long before you got here.”

Gem turned back his attention to Flynn. “I don’t know what you’re talking about, but I was just saying that I noticed how you and Dillon act odd around each other, especially when you think no one is around. It’s always a little tense, and for a long time it seemed like you kept wanting to talk to him about something, but he never did. Now, you just tend to be a bit short with him like you are with me and Gemma. I’ve talked with the others, and they have said you two use to be really close, until a little after Dillon went all ‘RAWR’ one night and started busting up the place and he kick in the ba… between the legs.”

“So, that’s all you’ve heard about me and Dillon?” Flynn let out a bit of a sigh of relief.

Gem nodded. “Scott, Summer, and Ziggy said they had no clue what went wrong between the two of you, even though from their body language me and Gemma could tell they were hiding something. Though, Doctor K did say something about Dillon getting physical with Ziggy and you getting upset over it, but Dillon has gotten physical with anyone who’s trained with him, right? Though, Doctor K showed us some of those times you were training with Dillon, and some of the ones of him and Ziggy. I‘ve gotta say, those are some odd training exercises, especially the ones in the shower. And, what was up with all that kissing?”

If Flynn’s jaw could drop any lower than it already was, it would. Of course Flynn was almost totally mortified that Doctor K, and assumingly, the others as well, plus, finding out K had footage of his and Dillon’s former encounters was more than enough to shock him, but Flynn had always suspected that they would of found out eventually by some means. The thing that was stunning him the most right now was how Gem apparently still didn’t understand what had gone on. Flynn looked at Gem, his mouth moving, trying to form words, but nothing but unintelligent sound came out.

“What’s wrong Flynn?” Gem was getting rather confused by Flynn’s loss of words.

“Are you REALLY that dense?!” Flynn finally shouted out in frustration, and then just started letting everything he had kept pent-up “Me and Dillon were in a physical relationship: you know, having sex. Screwing. Fucking! At first, it was just that: sex. Rather incredible sex, I’ve gotta say, but that’s all it was at first, until stupid me started to fall for Dillon. Still, all was good for me until Ziggy found out about me and Dillon, and then a few weeks later I come out to find him and Dillon screwing in the back seat of Dillon’s car! And Dillon was the one who seduced Ziggy!” Finally, Flynn’s frustration culminated with a primal scream and him balling up his fist and slamming it into the back of the container rather hard, and rather loud. It hurt the young man rather much, but at this point, he was too angry to care.

Gem just sat there. Though he had experienced much in his life, what was going on now with Flynn. It was rather confusing for him, and though Flynn’s words did hurt a bit, he knew the other man had a point: he had no clue what was going on. But, sitting there, seeing Flynn in such emotional agony over the situation, made Gem begin to think of something to make him feel better.

There was quite a bit of silence before it had happened. The only warning sign Flynn got was the large grin that suddenly formed on Gem’s face before he leaned in quickly and planted his lips firmly on Flynn’s own. Gem’s lips lingered on Flynn’s for a moment, completely static, before Gem noticed Flynn’s stunned look on his face and quickly pulled away, while Flynn quickly stood up and took a few steps away from Gem.

“What the hell was that?”

Gem dropped his head, disappointed. “Well, I just thought that if I kissed you, you might of started to feel better. You seemed to had done it a lot in those recordings.”

“Well, ya thought wrong.” Flynn snapped as he stared at Gem before crossing his arms against his hairy, shirtless chest and huffing up. “It’s just not that simple. I got attached to Dillon, and I got hurt by what he did.”

“I’m sorry. I guess I shouldn’t of had kissed you then.”

With a sigh, Flynn dropped his arms back down to his side and walked back over to Gem. He kneeled down beside the other man, gently placed his hand on his shoulder. “Ya don’t need to beat yaself up over this.” Gem’s face turned up to look at Flynn in the eyes as the Scotsman talked. “And I shouldn’t of snapped at ya. I’m sorry, Gem. It’s just… I’m just…”

As Flynn stared into Gem’s eyes during his apology, he felt almost hypnotized by them. Once again, silence had filled the container before another sudden lip-lock. This time, though, the roles were reversed and Flynn was the aggressor, but unlike Gem’s rather flat, static kiss, Flynn had put both his hands on the sides of Gem’s face, pulling him in closer and aggressively kissing Gem’s supple, plump lips. Flynn was beginning to get lost in those lips when he suddenly felt Gem pushing him back. When Flynn snapped back to reality, he pulled away from Gem’s face and began to apologize immediately “I’m sorry. I’m so sorry Gem. I just got caught up in the moment, I…”

“Hey, hey… HEY!” Gem caught Flynn’s attention midway through the apology. There was a rather pleased half-smile on Gem’s face. “You wanna try that again, but like, not as all WHAM as you were?”

Flynn hesitated for a moment, as he thought about all the pain he had been going through that had been caused by his emotional attachment to Dillon, and how that being trapped in a badly damaged cargo hold after nearly being blown to bits. This was the most inappropriate time ever to do something like this, Flynn thought, but then the thought of the sensation of kissing Gem’s lips filled his head and the moment of hesitation passed. Flynn straddled Gem’s legs as he gently put his hands on Gem’s face and brought in in closer to his own until the two men’s lips met once again. Flynn was less forceful with his kisses now, though his lips kept exploring the static lips of Gem’s.

Flynn pulled back for just a second. “Ya know, ya can move your lips too. It makes it a lot better for the both of us.”

As soon as Flynn went back to kissing, Gem began to move his lips across Flynn’s, while the straddling Scotsman moved in his hips closer to Gem’s.

Sitting there, gently yet passionately kissing Flynn, Gem felt a sensation flowing throughout his entire body. This was the first time he had done anything like this. It was exhilarating and he began to start to fidget under Flynn, barely able to contain his excitement.

“Calm down a bit, lad.” Flynn said through the locked lips of the two. “Ya still injured, ya know. Don’t wanna make ya injury worse than it is.”

Gem smiled as Flynn’s lips were still wrapped around the front of his. “Okay, but this is just so fun and exciting. Though, I kinda wonder… why is it getting a bit tight down there?” With his right hand, he pointed down to the crotch of his pants.

Flynn pulled back from Gem’s lips to look down, and a devlish grin crossed his face. “That means what I’m doing is working.” He reached one of his hands down into Gem’s crotch and gently began to tug on the erect cock that was bulging through the black track suit.

“That feels…” Gem began to say before he let out a pleased moan. “…nice.”

“I’ve just barely started” Flynn said, slyly, as he leaned back in for a long, strong kiss with those lips he found so, so sweet, and holding it until he had to pull back to catch his breath. Then, with a grin, Flynn stopped massaging Gem’s hard cock for a moment and grabbed the left part of the black track suit of the other man’s near the spot he had cut to make a bandage, pulled out his knife again. “Don’t move.” was all Flynn said before he began to cut from his incision in the suit earlier, up the sleeve, and towards the collar. When he had finished cutting, he closed the blade and chucked the knife behind him, then unzipped Gem’s jacket and slid it off the sitting man, leaving him just his white tee to cover his upper body.

As Flynn sat on top and began to caress Gem’s shoulders and chest while his lips slowly began to make their way down from the lips to the neck, Gem sat there, laughing and slightly squirming at the tingling sensation of Flynn’s slight stubble making contact with his skin.

“What so funny?” Flynn asked as he pulled back and looked Gem in the eye.

“Nothing. It’s your stubble.” Gem grinned. “I like it, though.”

Flynn grinned. “Well… try not to squirm as much, okay?”

Gem flashed the Scotsman an okay sign with his hand before Flynn went to back to what he was doing. Gem didn’t move as much, and tried his best to keep his laughter to a minimum.

As he sat there, enjoying Flynn’s strong hands rubbing across his body, he felt he should do something for Flynn. With the hand of his uninjured arm, Gem reached up and began to rub the back of Flynn’s neck, edging the Scotsman to become a bit more intensive with his kissing. Gem’s hand then began to move from the back of his neck, around and down to his chest, going across the coarse hair. The sensation didn’t tickle like Flynn’s stubble, but the sensation felt just as enjoyable. Gem stroked his hand back and forth across Flynn’s chest a few times before begging to bring it down further, across Flynn’s hair-covered abdomen, past his navel, to the front of his pants. He rubbed the hard bulge a bit with the palm of his hand for just a bit before grabbing Flynn’s hard cock the best he could through the cargo pants and began to gently stroke it.

As Gem was stroking him off, Flynn let out a pleased moan as he sucked on a spot on Gem’s neck. He then leaned back up, away from Gem’s neck, though both of his hands were still working Gem’s chest. Slowly, the two strong hands made their way towards the center of the chest of the shirt, and, with just another one of his devilish grins as a warning, Flynn swiftly and effortlessly ripped a rather large hole that went from the collar to the base stitching in the front of the white tee. The two men just laughed before Flynn moved the torn material to the side to reveal most of Gem’s chest and then dove his face in, kissing and licking the smooth, creamy skin of the Asian male underneath him. While working smooth chest with his mouth, Flynn’s hands were busy now with undoing the button and zipper of his pants, and sliding them down to his knees, leaving his tight, blue trunks the only barrier between Gem’s hand and his hard, throbbing cock.

Flynn looked up at Gem for a brief moment. “Put your hand in my trunks.”

“Why?”

Flynn shot the other man a quick glance. “Just do it.”

Gem’s hand moved up slightly, then slid behind the elastic band of the underwear and down again, find more coarse hair and hot, throbbing skin. His hand wrapped around the throbbing member, and he pulled up, pulling out the cut head of Flynn’s thick, 6 ½ inch cock. As Gem began to stroke, Flynn first leaned back up, then pulled down his trunks down to his pants and then pulled them both down even further, to reveal his upper legs and his entire cock, wrapped inside of Gem’s soft hand. Finally, he pushed himself forward, to wedge the hand-encased cock between the bodies of the two men and began to thrust. As Flynn was thrusting, he saw how Gem’s eye’s were fixated on his cock.

“You like this?”

Gem had a gleeful expression plastered on his face. “Oh, YEAH!”

“Don’t worry… you’ll get a taste soon enough.”

“A taste?”

Flynn couldn’t help but laugh. “I bet you’ve never heard of a blow job before, have you? Well, it’s best for me to show you instead of telling you how to do it.”

Before Gem could say anything, Flynn pulled away, Gem letting go of Flynn’s cock in the process, and shuffled down Gem’s legs a bit. Flynn then leaned over, putting his face right into the crotch of Gem’s track pants and pulled down the tops, revealing Gem’s white briefs. Flynn gave an approving grin before he wrapped his mouth around the bulge, tugging at it, back and forth, with his lips, while Gem suddenly began to moan in approval. After keeping it up for a few minutes, Flynn the pulled down Gem’s briefs, revealing Gem’s throbbing 6 inch cock, cut cock, with almost no hair around it. Flynn began to lick the shaft, up and down, up and down, taking great joy in every moan of pleasure that escaped Gem’s lips. Flynn’s tongue then moved up to the head on top of the shaft and began to tease it. Flynn’s lips then slowly began to encircle the tip of the head…

“FLYNN! GEM! Where are you!?”

Summer’s voice roared through the air like a jet plane’s engine.

“Fuck” Flynn cursed under his breath.

“WE’RE IN A CARGO CRATE!” Gem shouted at the top of his lungs.

“Double fuck!” Flynn cursed again.

Suddenly there was a banging at on the cargo container, and Flynn shot up, pulling up his pants, making his trunks just sort of bunch up but not actually slid on in place, and doing up his zipper in a flash, thankfully without catching his now-softening cock.

“What are you doing Flynn?” Gem asked confused.

“ARE YOU IN HERE?” Summer’s voice rang again.

“Pull up ya pants, now if you ever want me to finish what I just started! I don’t want them to catch us like this!” Flynn said as he picked up his jacket and slid it back over his bare upper body.

“YEAH!” Gem shouted in response to Summer as he swiftly pulled up his pants.

“STAND BACK!” Summer shouted before suddenly a blast of yellow energy shot through the container, making a hole for the Yellow and Red Ranger to enter.

“Sorry we took so long.” Scott said from beneath the helmet. “We kinda ran into our old friend Tenaya. She wouldn’t let us leave without saying Goodbye.”

Summer looked at her two comrads. “Are you two injured?”

Flynn rolled his eyes at Summer’s comment. “No, Gem just likes wearin’ bloody track suit sleeves. It’s a bit of a fashion statement nowadays.” He then reached out a hand and helped Gem get back on his feet. “We’re both fine, nothing that a few bandages and a few heating pads won’t fix.”

“Well, let’s get you two back to the garage.” Scott said before leaving the container, with the other 3 people right on his heels.

As they made their way back to the base, Flynn whispered into Gem’s ear “Remember, keep this between me and you, and we’ll finish up one of these days.