Le Rêve
by
Dagmar Buse
He was asleep.
Or not quite, anymore; somewhere in the recesses of his
mind, he knew he was about to wake, but the dark, velvety curtains still
shrouded him, and he was reluctant to part them yet. So, for a while, he
let himself drift on the silent clouds, not thinking, just existing, content
but wishing for something ...
Whisper-light, it came, coaxing him gently, insistently
into wakefulness ... a breath of air across his back; the merest brush
of soft skin against his shoulder ... he smiled, and moved slightly on
his bed, feeling smooth material against his body. He knew then that he
was naked, but that was all right; he didn't need, didn't want the
barrier of clothes to keep him from his fondest wish.
The sleeper stretched sinuously, his eyes still closed,
and a soft chuckle sounded behind him; warm hands skimmed over his shoulders,
trailing down his arm to his hips and wandering back up his spine again.
It tickled slightly, and he slowly rolled over, directly into the arms
of his lover, who leaned close to him, intensifying the skin-on-skin contact.
He smiled, and was rewarded by a gentle kiss placed on his lips ... just
a brushing of mouth against mouth, and he moaned softly in protest as it
ended.
"Sshhhhhh....." a velvety voice whispered into his ear,
the small gush of warm air making him shiver pleasurably. Another tiny
kiss was given, this one with slightly more pressure, and he returned it
by softening his own lips, giving in to the implicit promise. Sensing this,
his partner began to dust more of the teasing little pecks over his face,
returning again and again to his mouth, each time claiming more of him
until he couldn't hold back another moan – this one more needy than the
first.
"What do you want?" the voice asked, still soft and barely
audible.
"Kiss me," he breathed, turning towards the warmth next
to him. He wanted nothing more right now than to taste his lover, to feel
more than the promise he'd been given, and as he'd known he would be, he
wasn't disappointed. Those oh-so-soft lips returned to his own, nibbling
and teasing until their lips clung with ever-increasing pressure, sending
his senses reeling. Suddenly, the warmth was gone, but not completely;
he felt it hovering a fraction of an inch above him ... waiting ... expectant
... there!
He wasn't sure if he'd imagined it or if it had been real,
but ... there it was again. A mere hint of a lick, leaving a tiny trail
of moisture on his mouth that cooled almost immediately, but left a strange
burning in its wake. His lips began to tingle, and instinctively he opened
them to draw in a quick breath, but that was his undoing. For at this sign
of surrender, he found his mouth taken in a languid kiss that was all he'd
ever dreamed a kiss could be. Soft pressure intensified as a moist tongue-tip
first asked, then demanded entry into the recesses of his mouth, playing
about his own lips, gently forcing his teeth apart, licking, stabbing,
wrapping itself about its counterpart until their tongues danced with each
other, closely entwined like their bodies, coaxing a response that was
willingly given and gratefully taken. He tasted his lover deeply as he
gave himself up to the exchange, wallowing in the moist warmth that gradually
turned into wet heat.
His body quickened to the kiss, and he welcomed the slow
burning in his veins; every lick, every swirl inside his oral cavity sent
another wave of heat from his lips into his groin, and he felt himself
filling and stretching, ready to pleasure or be pleasured by his lover.
When his visitor had drunk every drop of awakening hunger
from his mouth that was possible and both were in dire need of air, the
young man felt his lips released by their insistent captors, and while
he knew it was necessary, he still wanted – needed – the
kiss to go on. In fact, he wanted it to never end, but the warm mouth left
his, leaving him aching for its return. He tried to pry his heavy eyelids
open, but before he could more than flutter them, a gentle kiss was brushed
over them.
"Don't look," his lover whispered to him as he sighed.
"I want you to just lie back and enjoy ... feel what I'm going to do to
you. I will make you mad with desire and delirious with passion ... but
you have to promise me you'll do as I ask you. Can you do that?"
He frowned slightly; while his groin ached with unfulfilled
need and he knew he wanted to experience more of the exquisite touch, he
had never given himself over so completely to another person. He shifted
in the gentle embrace, and he moaned yet again at the brush of silky skin
against his own.
"You have my word that I will not hurt you. Trust me,
as I have always trusted you."
Those wonderful lips claimed him again, and he could do
nothing but respond; he'd waited so long for this that he was helpless
to do anything else.
"Promise me, Jason. Please."
"... yes ..." he breathed, and before his mind could tell
him otherwise, his body took over and he gave in to the sensual voice that
coaxed and cajoled, amid dozens of little kisses, until he relaxed completely
and gave himself over to his seducer, willingly and unconditionally.
***
Jason felt himself gathered up in a fierce but tender
embrace. His lover kissed him with increasing passion, plundering his mouth
with a skill that left him reeling, and he arched into the warm body that
was pressing him into the soft mattress, trying to touch wherever he could.
His hands tangled in long locks and he twined the silky strands round his
fingers as he clung to the demanding lips. Slowly but surely his body ignited
even more and he felt his arousal throbbing between his legs, twitching
and jerking in tiny movements with every beat of his heart. Jason whimpered
as his lips were released, but the needy sound changed to a sensual growl
as warm hands began to roam his body .. from his shoulders down his back,
around his waist and over his abs up to his chest, where skilled fingers
found his nipples and started to skirt around them with feather-light touches,
skimming over the sensitive tissue until the small brown circles hardened
and rose slightly. A light pinch caused him to suck in a sharp breath,
and he shuddered; the wicked chuckle of that velvety voice almost made
him break his promise, but he groaned in appreciation as that maddening
tongue swirled across his cheek to explore his ear, then licked wetly down
his neck, explored his collarbone and swiped broadly over his pectorals,
outlining his sculpted torso.
The mixture of long, wet strokes and little teasing licks
over his heated skin sent Jason almost into sensory overload; he grasped
the soft hair again and tried to direct the skillful mouth to his aching
nipples, arching up in shameless invitation. His chest was heaving and
starting to be covered in a light sheen of sweat; it increased the smoothness
of skin gliding against another hot body, and he wanted more ... more ...
"Please!" he moaned, as strong fingers pinched his nipples
into a higher degree of stiffness; he’d never imagined that his own body
was so sensitive there! Finally, just when he thought he’d die from anticipation,
the hot mouth closed over one dark-brown nub, licking and suckling until
his breath came in short gasps. Then, it wandered over to the other side,
where hard teeth captured the small peak and bit gently -- not enough to
hurt, but sufficient to send electrical sparks into his aching cock. When
a wet tongue-tip started to vibrate against the center of his chest, Jason
nearly sobbed with the pleasure. By now, his hands were clenched in the
sheet beneath him, lest he’d use his great strength to force his lover,
but the smooth voice calmed him again.
"Easy, Jason ... easy ... I’ll take care of you, I promise,
but you have to have patience ... just a little more ... you feel so good
in my arms, I want to savor you ... taste all of you ..."
The passionate whisper couldn’t be denied, not when it
held so much promise; with an effort, the dark-haired young man willed
himself to relax, to lie back against the once-cool fabric and gave the
other free reign over his body once more. He was rewarded by the return
of the hungry lips to his own, and he melted into the kiss, allowing his
response to flow freely as his mouth was plundered almost ruthlessly. Lightheaded
from lack of air as the kiss ended, Jason threw an arm over his eyes when
his partner shifted on the bed next to him, sitting up. He was tempted
to open his eyes, but his promise held him back; while his thundering heart
slowed down somewhat, he once more became aware of his straining erection.
Almost involuntarily, his other hand strayed down to ease the burning in
his groin, but just before his fingers could close around the satiny shaft,
he felt a hand stopping him. Moist lips caressed his palm as his hand was
placed next to his head.
"Stay like this," his lover demanded tenderly. While it
was softly said, it was still a command, and it sent yet another shiver
down Jason’s spine as he obeyed. He lifted his arm off his face and keeping
his eyes tightly closed, he stretched towards the headboard, grasping the
rungs with both hands. There was something both terrifying and incredibly
arousing in submitting so to another, but the pleased laughter at his voluntary
gesture made him smile in return.
"Perfect."
For a few moments, nothing happened. Jason could still
feel the dip in the mattress where his partner knelt next to him, but he
wasn’t being touched anywhere. The anticipation drove him nearly
wild, and he almost sobbed with relief as long locks brushed across his
face and he received another thoroughly consuming kiss, the skilled tongue
thrusting deeply into his mouth. His lips were swollen and burned as he
was released, and after several more seconds, warm hands were placed firmly
on his chest. His nipples were pinched into hardness once more, not quite
as gently as before, but with greater intensity. He swallowed hard. Then,
those hands moved down towards his narrow hips, massaging his tingling
skin, and he jerked his pelvis upwards instinctively as they smoothed down
the outside of his thighs several times, tickling the fine coating of hair.
At last, Jason felt his legs parted, and a shifting of the warmth on the
bed told him that his tormentor was coming to kneel betwen his spread thighs.
Gentle sweeps of warm fingertips towards his groin sent spears of arousal
into his sex, and he lifted his hips in silent entreaty.
"Soon, lover, soon," he heard the sensual whisper, and
he had to moan again, both with need and supplication. Circling closer
and closer towards his throbbing balls, the touch of those wonderful, terrible
hands alternated between whisper-touches and firm strokes, and Jason thrashed
his head from side to side between his outstretched arms, holding tightly
onto the headboard. His legs were parted even more, and he almost sobbed
with relief as his balls were cradled in a firm grip. His lover rolled
them expertly around, shifting the hidden nuts in their dark-furred pouch
until they gave up a first drop of precome. A gentle finger scooped the
precious fluid up, causing a sharp intake of breath, and then Jason was
enveloped in the sound of the velvety voice once more.
"Mmmm. I love the way you taste."
He shuddered. The sexy comment filled his mind, blanking
out everything but his insistent need, and he moaned deep in his chest.
Squirming in blatant invitation, he tried to coax the hands exploring his
genitals towards his swollen rod, which felt about ready to explode. While
he couldn’t see it with his eyes closed, Jason would’ve bet anything that
it was purplish-red with need, the ridge around the head flared and hot,
and probably glistening with drops of precome by now. He could feel a small
pool already cooling on his abdomen. But still his seducer waited, waited
until Jason could stand it no more and groaned out his need.
"Please!"
"Please what? What do you want me to do?" the smooth voice
murmured. "Tell me, Jason ... tell me what you need."
"Anything," he moaned. "Your hands, your mouth ... anything
at all. Just ... touch me!"
"Touch you where, Jason?"
He hesitated; while he knew exactly what he wanted --
to feel warm skin wrapped around his prick -- he had never asked
to be jerked off, or sucked. His few partners to date had always offered,
and he’d gladly accepted, but he knew that this was different. It would
be the ultimate surrender of his will to his lover if he begged for relief;
however, a second skimming touch across his crown and the minute sounds
of licking -- no doubt slightly exaggerated to entice him further -- tipped
him over the edge.
"Touch my cock!" he almost sobbed. Past caring, he shamelessly
spread his thighs as wide as he could and lifted his ass up off the bed.
"Please ...!"
His low voice rose into a near scream as warm lips closed
firmly around his cockhead. The tongue that had driven him mad when it
had plundered his mouth swirled around the satiny skin, licking with broad
swipes over the generous mouthful. Jason couldn’t help himself; he jerked
his hips upward, and drove his aching tool into the wet cavern that accepted
him deep inside. Strong hands gripped his cheeks, and within seconds, the
two lovers had established a pattern that alternated between languorous
sucking, long-drawn-out strokes into a skilled mouth which knew exactly
when and how to relax tight throat muscles, and the maddening play of a
tongue that titillated and excited, teased and tortured, until Jason was
lost to everything but the sensations centered in his groin. Nothing mattered
but to feel his lover’s tongue drilling deeply into the tiny slit at the
very tip of his rod, or vibrating against the vee of the ridge, in the
most sensitive spot of all. And still it wasn’t enough. Jason was frenzied
with lust, but despite everything his lover was doing to him, he could
not find release.
"Uuuunnngghh!" he moaned, incapable of formulating a single
word, but his thrashing and jerking seemed to tell his partner enough.
Settling into a strong, regular sucking that had Jason hovering right on
the brink, his conqueror delved between the sweat-slick skin of Jason’s
asscheeks and blindly searched the crack. Finding the puckered opening,
a fingertip circled it a few times, and the sensations made Jason stop
all movement. Poised on the edge, every muscle coiled tight, he waited
with bated breath for what had to come next. He wasn’t disappointed;
the finger paused right at the center of his anus, then, taking advantage
of another drop of sweat that trickled down the well-toned crack, it slid
inside, worming its way past the tight ring of muscle into the depths of
Jason’s body. At the same time, the hot mouth swallowed his cock deep,
massaging the throbbing length almost to the root.
Jason screamed.
His orgasm hit him with cataclysmic force, and he felt
his seed leave his body in hot spurts, filling the mouth still wrapped
around his cock and being sucked empty until he had nothing more to give.
Exhausted, he slumped down on the bed, lying limp and boneless as his lover
slid off his spent penis, caressing the smooth skin all the way. Shivering,
he felt silky skin glide over his own as his partner scooted up on the
bed, coming to lie next to him. His hands were being gently released from
where they still gripped the headboard and his sweat-streaked face turned
sidewards to accept another kiss. Jason opened his mouth eagerly as the
warm lips touched his, and gasped in surprise as a fresh, tiny spurt of
arousal hit him when a last mouthful of his own seed flowed onto his tongue.
Twining his own tongue languidly around the gentle invader,
Jason licked and swallowed the mixture of salty come and tangy saliva that
filled his mouth, relishing the muted chuckle he evoked. Clinging to his
lover, he gave himself up to the kiss in total surrender and murmured a
soft, inarticulate protest as his tingling lips were finally released.
"Look at me," came the soft command then, and it was with
great difficulty that Jason pried his eyes open. An exhausted smile played
around his lips as he succeeded at last and looked woozily into the angular
face and sparkling brown eyes of his best friend.
"Tommy," he murmured, his voice low and warm.
***
"Who else?" was the laughing answer as Jason found himself
hauled gently into a fierce hug. He wrapped his arms around Tommy's back,
relishing the feel of hard, smooth muscles under his cheek. Jason relaxed
into Tommy's arms as he waited for his heartbeat to return to normal, letting
his thoughts wander where they would.
He hadn't known how good it felt to be held in a man's
embrace; before he'd gone to Switzerland, there had been only a very few
girls in his life – not too many; he'd only just begun to explore his sexuality
and awakening hormones when he'd been summoned by Zordon, and after that,
who had time for romance? Certainly not him, Billy or Zack; the former
Black Ranger had tried for as long as he could to build a relationship
with Angela, but it hadn't worked. Their duty to the Earth came first,
and so Jason, as leader burdened with even more responsibility than the
other Rangers, had simply given up on finding a girlfriend. After all,
there would still be time later, or so they all believed. Tommy and Kim
had been lucky to have found each other, and even their romance
had at times been strained almost beyond endurance due to their duties
to the team. As a result, Jason's "experience" had consisted of a few deep
kisses and tentative caresses; he'd known what it felt like to close his
hand around a girl's rounded breast and how his body thrilled to the yielding
softness, but that was all.
Then, Geneva. While the student dorms were chaperoned,
the Peace Conference delegates nonetheless found themselves under far less
strict adult supervision than they were used to. Not a few of them lost
their virginity during that first term, and Jason smiled fondly as he recalled
Dominique, the French student who had introduced him to the pleasures of
the flesh. The petite redhead had had an older lover before, and she had
taught him a lot about his own responses and how to satisfy a woman.But
it wasn't until the New Year's Eve party that Jason learned why it hadn't
completely
satisfied him, why there had remained a faint taste of dissatisfaction.
European laws about alcohol consumption were a lot less
strict than American ones, and while Jason had had no desire to go to any
excesses, he'd permitted himself a couple of beers that night. Unused to
the effects, he was just a little tipsy when Claas Dijkstra, a delegate
from Amsterdam, had approached him. Claas was a couple of years older and
had recognized that Jason's inhibitions might just be sufficiently lowered
to make him open to ... suggestions. He'd gently propositioned the former
Red Ranger, and Jason hadn't resisted when he drew him into a deserted
room and proceeded to seduce him. Their relationship hadn't lasted past
the spring semester, and it had never gone beyond giving each other blowjobs,
but it had been eye-opening for Jason. While he still enjoyed and was attracted
to girls, he began to look at his male companions with very different eyes.
No-one else tempted him, though; that came only with his early return to
Angel Grove because of a family emergency.
When Tommy invited him to rejoin the team as the Gold
Ranger, he'd jumped at the chance; he'd missed being a Ranger and to work
together with Tommy again was like a dream come true. He'd never questioned
his feelings for his best friend, so it came as a total surprise that he
began to have very intense reactions to the new Red Ranger's presence.
Jason decided to hide them, though, not believing that his attraction would
be welcomed. For a while, everything went well. However, he nearly creamed
himself the first time he and his best friend showered together at the
Power Chamber after a battle. The sight of Tommy's strong, tanned body
covered with nothing but slippery soapsuds right next to him had given
him an instant hard-on, and to his chagrin he couldn't suppress a moan
of surprise and arousal. Tommy had turned around at the small sound, and
Jason had thought he'd die of mortification as he stood under the shower
spray, his cock throbbing fully erect between his legs and pointing directly
at his best friend.
To his surprised delight, Tommy hadn't recoiled in disgust,
but rather smiled a slow, wolfish smile that had sent shivers down Jason's
spine despite the warm water and another surge of blood into his rock-hard
anatomy, making him jerk and shudder. A look, a question had been enough,
and soon the Red and Gold Rangers had abandoned one shower, devouring each
other under the other. They'd been lovers ever since, maintaining their
relationships with Kat and Emily to their mutual satisfaction, but finding
true fulfillment with each other. Soon, they would confess to their families
and friends, but until then, they stole time together whenever they could.
It was more difficult now that Jason had lost the Gold Ranger Powers and
Tommy had become Red Turbo Ranger, but on the other hand Divatox left the
Rangers at least some free time for private pursuits every now and
then. This weekend was one such occasion; Jason's folks were out of town
on business, and it raised no eyebrows that the two friends would choose
to spend it together. They'd spent the afternoon sparring and later watched
a movie together, but after a dinner of pizza and soft drinks had decided
to make the most of their time together and retired to Jason's spacious
room.
Tommy had kissed Jason nearly senseless while the two
undressed, but although they'd been eager to make love, both young men
had become overwhelmed by fatigue and had fallen asleep on the covers,
wrapped in each other's arms. Which is where Jason had found himself when
Tommy had woken him so delightfully and erotically.
***
Night had fallen outside while the two young men had slept
and Tommy had pleasured his lover. Now, they were looking at each other
by the soft glow of a nightlight, running gentle hands over chests, arms
and backs, occasionally straying to tight butts and muscular legs. They
didn't talk, but rather exchanged soft, languid kisses, designed to express
emotion beyond lust, but both knew that it simmered just below the surface
– Tommy's straining erection was proof of that, and he pressed his hard
cock into Jason's softened genitals now and then, as if to remind his friend
that while he had been given release, there was still someone else
who was in need of attention.
After one such 'reminder', Jason chuckled throatily and
drew Tommy's head down to his. Tracing the firm, smiling mouth with his
tongue, he rolled over on his back so that the long-haired teen came to
lie on top oh him. One large, warm hand trailed down the spinal ridge until
it touched the rounded swell of Tommy's ass. Adjusting his legs so that
Tommy's cock came to rest in the crease of his thigh, Jason slipped his
tongue inside the moist warmth and captured his lover's oral organ with
his own. They dueled thusly for a while, letting their desire build up
gradually until they had to part for breath. Tommy lifted his head and
looked at Jason with suddenly hungry eyes. The former Ranger chuckled breathlessly.
"You look like you’d like to eat me alive," he said huskily,
working his hand between their bodies and starting to stroke the rampant
prick throbbing against his skin.
"I already have,"Tommy answered with a friendly leer and
thrust himself into the skilled fingers, drawing in a shuddering breath
as Jason gripped him more tightly and twisted his fingers carefully around
the flaring corona. "And I’m going to do even more to you later." He tweaked
a brown nipple, causing Jason to gasp.
"Oh? Should I be worried?" The dark-haired young man nipped
at the firm lips to entice Tommy into another kiss. The heated exchange
that followed left both slightly lightheaded when they separated.
"That depends," was the unexpected reply.
"On what?" Jason ground his hips against his lover’s,
feeling his own cock slowly coming back to life. No matter how exhausted
he was after making love, Tommy was always able to get him up again in
no time. It was just one of the things about having the Red Ranger as his
lover that made their liaison so rewarding. Another was the seemingly inexhaustible
well of ideas Tommy brought to their encounters -- they hadn’t yet ventured
into really kinky areas, but there had been instances ... Jason
shuddered with remembered pleasure as he recalled the bowl of whipped cream
left in the Olivers’ fridge the last time he’d spent the night at Tommy’s
place. A midnight raid on the kitchen had turned into a prolongued session
of decorating each other in strategic places, then massaging the white
substance into the other’s skin and ultimately cleaning each other the
"old-fashioned way" -- by licking each little glop and smear of cream off
their heaving bodies and full-to-bursting dicks. It had definitely been
worth the stomach cramps the next day, Jason reflected with another smile
and soft groan as Tommy once again reared up over him and pressed him into
the mattress. The long chestnut locks caressed his skin as Tommy fastened
his mouth briefly first to one, then to the other nipple, sucking and biting
them into hardness.
Panting with his mounting excitement, the ex-Ranger quirked
an eyebrow at his best friend, still waiting for an answer. Tommy grinned
back at him, and nipped Jason quickly and not quite gently at the juncture
of neck and shoulder, relishing the sensuous stretch of the sculpted body
in his arms as Jason, instead of stopping him, offered his vulnerable neck
to further attention. He licked down the pulsing artery running behind
the ear down to the shoulder, catching the salty tang of sweat on his tongue.
Overcome by a sudden bout of playfulness, he bit carefully into the prominent
vein, sucking softly as if he were a vampire draining his victim of blood.
Jason’s ecstatic moan vibrated against his lips, and he lingered longer
than he normally would, eyeing the resultant red mark on the strong throat
a bit worriedly.
"Have you marked me?" Jason asked huskily, interpreting
the look in the brown eyes, only a few shades lighter than his own almost
black ones, correctly.
"Yes," he admitted.
"I don’t mind," Jason whispered. "I like knowing that
I’m yours."
"As I know I belong to you," Tommy replied, thrilled at
the soft confession. That Jason, the strong, independent, bold first leader
of Earth’s Rangers, was willing to surrender to him, his successor as team
leader, to such an extent, was incredibly exciting. He felt his cock twitch
at the thought of really marking his lover, declaring him his for
all the world to see -- by a collar he’d place around the strong neck while
Jason knelt before him, holding him deep in his throat, or by a tattoo
or something ... but no, that would be a bit much, even for them. Still,
the erotic image lingered as he kissed Jason once again.
Tommy dismissed the thought at last, but not without a
measure of regret. Sometimes he wondered at himself; he’d never thought
that he could get so possessive about another person, but Jason had gotten
under his skin right from the start. He’d nearly gone into depression when
he went to live in Europe, and the startling discovery on his return that
his Bro wanted him as much as he himself had desired Jason ever since that
infamous Team Ninja Competition (fighting alongside his best friend, clad
in nothing but tight-fitting Ninja pants, their chests bare and both flexing
their muscles to an appreciative audience had been a sweet torture; even
the then-still-innocent Green Ranger had experienced barely-repressed urges
to lick the gleaming chest dry) had only served to make Tommy want his
best friend all the more. Which brought him back to Jason’s earlier question.
"It depends entirely on if you want to fuck me, or if
I can have your ass ... and everything else ... for tonight," Tommy murmured
into the ear next to his mouth as he soothed the hickey he’d left with
tiny little licks, making his partner squirm.
Jason sighed blissfully; normally, the 'honors' between
them were about even, but tonight he felt in a submissive mood. He loved
the way Tommy made him feel when he took him, the way his cock slid slowly
deep into his bowels, and after the blowjob Tommy had given him earlier,
he knew he was relaxed enough to accept everything his best friend had
to give him without problems.
"You can have me."
The soft words, while expected, nevertheless brought Tommy’s
head up sharply. He searched the midnight eyes for any sign of hesitation,
but found none; still, he felt honor-bound to ask.
"Are you sure?"
"Yes," Jason replied unhesitatingly. "For tonight, I’m
yours to do with as you wish."
Such a declaration could only be answered in one way.
With a low growl of suddenly overwhelming arousal, Tommy attacked the incredibly
cut body with hands, lips, teeth and tongue, starting at the sensuous mouth.
***
Jason had no idea how long it had been since he’d surrendered
himself to his friend’s lovemaking; he only knew that Tommy could not possibly
have left an inch of his body unkissed, un-nibbled or un-licked. He was
bathed in sweat all over, and knew he was trembling from head to foot --
Tommy had brought him to the brink time and again, but had refused to let
him come. Jason’s cock and balls ached from being engorged so long, but
his tormentor was quite clearly not yet finished with him; at least Tommy
had already found temporary relief once as he’d fucked his mouth earlier.
He shivered as he recalled the sensation of being on his
knees before Tommy, his hands clasped behind his back and held there by
Tommy’s command as the long cock inched its way deeply into his throat.
He’d never been able to deep-throat Tommy before, but tonight the Red Ranger
had tilted his head just so, until the angle was perfect, and then
helped him by massaging his neck until his throat muscles relaxed enough
to allow the passage of the hot shaft. When his lips had been stretched
around the base of Tommy’s cock and buried in the coarse brown curls at
his groin, he’d looked up into the blazing chocolate eyes, and all discomfort
had been forgotten as the warm hands closed around his face in a curiously
gentle gesture, caressing his cheeks and threading through his short dark
hair. Then, all else had fled as Tommy slowly began to thrust in and out.
It had taken a long time, much longer than usual, until his lover
filled his mouth with a copious load of salty jism, but it had been worth
it; the hoarse shout as Tommy came still echoed in Jason’s ears, and sent
yet another pleasant chill down his spine.
The long-haired young man lifted his head from his lover’s
groin where he had been licking the seed-heavy balls, sucking them into
his mouth and rolling them about with his tongue. Every now and then, when
he needed to catch his breath, he would release the hard nuts in their
soft sac and blow gently over the dark-furred wrinkled skin. Jason would
then shiver and moan deliciously, presenting himself ever more wantonly
to his touch. Tommy knew his lover had to be aching to come, but he wasn’t
quite ready for that to happen yet; first, he wanted ... needed ...
to hear Jason beg for relief, like he had earlier. His own rod was at full
stand again and leaking steadily, but he told himself to wait just a little
bit longer; there was still something in the way the strong body
trembled in his arms that told Tommy Jason’s surrender wasn’t total yet.
For some reason, it seemed important that he get that complete submission
to his lust. Maybe somewhat ... stronger ... methods were called
for.
Licking with broad sweeps up and down the satiny shaft,
arousing but not enough to send Jason over the edge, Tommy fumbled onehandedly
for the jar of vaseline they’d put on the nightstand before. The lid was
already off, and he dipped his first and middle fingers inside, coating
them thoroughly with the slippery substance. Then, he worked them between
the tight asscheeks again, easily finding the hidden opening and sliding
first one, then two fingers into the hot channel. As soon as he could go
no further, the leanly-muscled teen took the swollen head of the pulsating
dick between his lips and clamped down, careful not to scrape the super-sensitized
skin with his teeth. Swirling his tongue leisurely around the crown, Tommy
then began to finger-fuck Jason until the other boy was moaning and groaning
continually, his head thrashing from side to side on the sweat-soaked pillow
as his body reacted to the dual stimulation. Keeping his free hand around
his friend’s balls, Tommy expertly gauged the moment when Jason would have
lost control of his body, and suddenly released the hard tool all at once.
Poised on the brink of an explosive orgasm, the tanned
body trembled and arced off the bed, but no further touch was forthcoming.
Except for the very slight contact where Tommy’s knees brushed against
his inner thighs, he was left high and dry, and with a disappointed whimper,
Jason sank back down, finally able to drag his heavy eyelids open.
"Tommy, please ...!" he moaned, his deep voice
hoarse with strain. His throat was slightly raw and ached from the earlier
fucking, and from gasping desperately for breath while he went through
the most excruciatingly pleasant torture he’d ever experienced.
"Please what, lover?" Tommy asked, leaning over Jason
and kissing him with the gentlest brushing of lips against lips, the contrast
between the tender touch and the sheer carnality of only moments before
more exciting than a stronger caress would have been.
"Please! I ... I need to come! Finish me off!"
The hot, soft lips moved further over his sweaty face,
nibbling at the corners of his mouth one moment, then fluttering feather-soft
over his eyelids, which had a hard time to stay open. Pleadingly, Jason
looked at his lover. "Tommy ...." he whispered, unable to say more.
"Soon, I promise," Tommy murmured back. "Just a little
bit more ..."
He teased the swollen lips open with his tongue-tip carefully,
gently sliding inside until he encountered the familiar taste of Jason’s
tongue which wrapped tentatively around his own. Earlier, he’d bitten into
the wet organ hard, even drawing a little blood; as a result, Jason’s kisses
had become less forceful, more submissive than at other times, and while
he’d apologized for causing the small hurt, Tommy had also thrilled a little
bit to the greater liberties it allowed him to take. Now, however, he had
something else in mind for his best friend. Getting progressively more
demanding, he stabbed his tongue into the willing mouth in a rhythm they
were both very familiar with, mimicking the hard, deep thrusts Jason usually
favored when he was taking the dominant role. Simultaneously, he thrust
his fingers back into the muscular ass, knowing that by his kisses he’d
successfully distracted his friend from the fact that he’d kept them very
still inside the tight channel.
Jason arched up under the double assault and came with
a shout that was muffled by the hot mouth still ravishing his own, but
Tommy had to release him as it became obvious that Jason’s starving lungs
needed more oxygen, fast. Panting and shivering, he collapsed on the bed,
too weak even to grasp his still-spurting cock. Tommy watched with satisfaction
as the quivering limbs slowly relaxed; he hadn’t even needed to touch his
lover’s rod to make him give up his load of semen. He bent over the sculpted
abs to lap up the already-cooling pools of come on the golden-brown skin,
which was unmarred by any tan line. Soon after they’d become lovers, both
teens had found a small clearing in the forest which was ideal for impromptu
trysts; in addition, at the right time of day, it was sun-drenched enough
for them to soak up a few rays without burning sensitive areas.
The smooth, hairless skin under his lips rippled as Tommy
finished his feast. Sending a predatory smile at his friend, he wiggled
his two fingers experimentally in the well-lubricated canal. *Perfect.*
The tight ring of muscle guarding the entrance to Jason’s
body was exquisitely loose, and he knew that he’d accomplished what he’d
set out to do. Now, he’d be able to slide into his Bro’s ass with the same
ease as he would into Kat’s tight pussy. Tommy enjoyed being with the Pink
Ranger occasionally, but the experience just didn’t compare to what he
shared with Jason. While making love to a woman was all pleasing softness
and wet heat, fucking a man – especially this man -- was truly a
meeting of equals. Whenever one of them wasn’t in a submissive or dominant
mood, half the fun and excitement was determining who would submit to the
other. And oh, how sweet it was to feel Jason’s surrender -- or to yield
his own strength to his best friend’s loving dominance! Tonight, however,
was his time to indulge himself.
Tommy knelt between the still-trembling thighs and lifted
them up towards his waist, scooting forward until the tight butt rested
directly before his eagerly twitching rod. Working another finger full
of vaseline into Jason’s ass for good measure, he then pressed the strong
legs towards Jason’s chest, who wordlessly caught them and held himself
in position to be taken. Tommy parted the sligtly hairy cheeks and centered
himself before the rosy-brown hole. Just as the tip of his cock was about
to penetrate into the dark depths, he caught his friend’s eyes, which were
about to close in expectation.
"Don't look away from me. I want you to see when I'm taking
you."
The dark eyes fluttered open again at the softly-spoken
command, and the two lovers held each other’s gaze as Tommy slowly sank
his burning length into Jason’s ass in one long, smooth move, just as he’d
hoped he would, until his balls rested against the underswell of the rounded
buttcheeks. They sorted out their limbs until Tommy could straighten up
without losing an inch of the warmth surrounding his cock, and Jason lay
spread wide open before his friend, impaled as deeply as possible. For
a timeless moment, neither moved. Then, to his surprise, Tommy saw that
the thick meat between his friend’s legs had already revived; apparently,
Jason had been so aroused before that one orgasm simply wasn’t enough.
He grinned wolfishly. Well, no matter. This required only a minor alteration
of plans. Skimming his fingertips gently over Jason’s inner thighs, Tommy
briefly leaned forward and captured the smiling, panting mouth one last
time in a bruising kiss. He straightened again. His voice rough with excitement,
he shifted his hips slightly, moving minutely within the hot sheath. "Tonight
I'm going to fuck you until you beg for mercy," he growled.
"Yes, oh yes," Jason rasped, rotating his hips as much
as he could around the hard invader throbbing in his anus. Both men moaned
in unison.
"Touch yourself," Tommy ordered next. The dark eyes widened
in surprise, but before the question could form on the firm lips, Tommy
continued. "Go on, Bro -- show me what you do when you’re horny and you
have neither me nor Emily around. Take your thick cock into your own hands
and make yourself come."
"Like ... like this?" Jason asked hoarsely, slightly incredulous.
At the same time though, his right hand automatically wrapped itself around
his cock in a familiar motion.
"Yes," Tommy breathed, watching avidly. "I want to see
how you do yourself."
Jason closed his eyes briefly, but for some reason it
seemed easier if he could look at Tommy while he complied. A part of him
regretted that Tommy had apparently elected not to drill into him, at least
not right now; the pulsating prick inside his ass was driving him nuts,
but he had promised Tommy to grant his every wish tonight, so ... he shrugged
mentally as he began to pump himself slowly, mindful that after two orgasms,
his tool was getting rather sensitive. Another part of him shivered in
excitement as he watched Tommy watching him; his sculpted muscles, leaner
than his own massive build, gleamed in the muted lamplight like they’d
been oiled. His free hand skimmed over his chest, teasing his nipples briefly,
then wandered down to his balls. Hefting them upwards, he started rolling
them around in their pouch, tugging and squeezing with a familiar rhythm
that corresponded to the steady up-and-down motion he was applying to his
cock.
As he abandoned himself to his arousal, his eyes drifted
shut after all; as soon as his sight was gone, Jason realized something
-- he was experiencing an incredible sense of freedom as he lay on his
own bed, his ass speared deeply by his best friend’s cock and masturbating
at Tommy’s command. It was as if he had lost all restraint, all inhibitions,
and every last bit of tension that had nothing to do with his headlong
rush into orgasm drained out of his body. It was the ultimate surrender,
and Tommy sensed the exact instant through every nerve ending. Despite
his resolution, he began to rock slightly back and forth, enhancing rather
than disrupting Jason's undulations.
Since it was his third climax, it took a longer time than
usual for Jason to reach the edge and tumble into oblivion, but the harsh
breathing, the minute jerking of hips and the occasional glimpse into the
burning chocolate eyes helped the former Ranger along. Once the telltale
rush began, Jason opened his eyes again to hold his lover's gaze; then
let his hands fall away at the very last second, giving Tommy an unobstructed
view of his spurting cock as he lost what felt like every little drop of
semen left in his body. Totally wiped, he collapsed onto the sheets.
***
The tight ring of muscle clenching spasmodically around
the base of his prick as Jason climaxed was almost his undoing. Tommy waited
for the last tremor to pass, then roughly lifted Jason’s thighs over his
shoulders and started pistoning the slippery channel until he came himself
in a seemingly endless stream. Still not satisfied, he quickly withdrew
and turned the unresisting Jason around, drawing his hips up until he was
positioned on all fours before him. Tommy slid back into the welcoming
warmth with a deep, satisfied sigh, the knowledge that part of the moisture
bathing his shaft had been put there by himself making his heart beat a
little faster. He loved taking Jason up the ass twice; he was always so
loose, so wet, so hot ...
Sinking in as far as he could, he kneaded the asscheeks
filling his hands to perfection. No other lover had let him fuck them doggy-style,
and Tommy had developed a peculiar preference for the position. Maye it
was because he couldn’t see his partners’ face; there was an element of
taking one’s own pleasure without regard to the other person’s identity
that appealed to the kinky streak in him. Fucking Jason from behind like
this, he was free to fantasize if he so wished; he hadn’t yet, but knew
that he could if he wanted to. Also, someone being taken in this fashion
could not see who was doing the taking, and Tommy had sometimes wondered,
when it had been Jason plunging into his own ass, what it would feel like
to have several unidentified people reaming him from behind. He shuddered
at the image, and his long, slow strokes picked up the pace a little bit.
He was possessive enough about his lover to be jealous about the time Jason
spent with his girlfriend; although he and Kat enjoyed the same kind of
loose relationship as Jason and Emily, he always shied away from picturing
Jason with other partners. That gorgeous body was HIS!
He increased the tempo of his thrusts. Jason’s arms and
legs were beginning to tremble with exhaustion, and Tommy could feel his
own climax building up. Soon their night of passion would be over, and
he needed to make the most of it. Deliberately, he recalled moments of
their earlier lovemaking as he snapped his hips back and forth in an ever-increasing
rhythm.
Jason lying sprawled on the bed, oh-so-responsive to
his gentle seduction as he woke him with soft touches and softer kisses
...
Jason on his knees before him, bound by trust and gagged
by his cock deep in his throat as he fucked that talented mouth ...
Jason spread wide before his eyes, stretched open by
his cock buried in his bowels, pleasuring himself wantonly at his lover's
behest ...
Tommy felt his balls slap against the tight butt with
every deep, hard stroke. He sensed the burning sensation heralding his
orgasm begin deep in his gut, spiralling outward towards his groin, roiling
in his testicles and rushing upwards and outwards through his pistoning
prick. He wanted to delay the inevitable, and he wanted to collapse over
the broad back; unable to make up his mind, Tommy’s thrusts began to be
erratic. One moment he was drilling Jason as deeply as he could, hitting
his prostate hard and fast, the next he forced himself to go slow, to savor
every inch of burning flesh surrounding him as he sank into the hot, tight
channel, only to withdraw just as slowly until only the head of his penis
was held inside. At long last, his conscious thoughts shut down and his
body took over, blotting out everything but the mind-numbing sensation
of possessing his best friend; and on a last downstroke, he exploded with
a loud bellow of pure lust, jetting stream after stream of hot come inside
his lover’s exhausted body.
Both collapsed. Tommy was still buried inside Jason, and
it took both men a long time to recover their senses. When their thundering
heartbeats finally slowed down, Tommy tried to withdraw from the tight
grip his best friend’s ass still had on his spent cock, but a soft word
from Jason stopped him.
"Don’t go."
"What?" Tommy asked, yawning slightly. It was the middle
of the night, and while they didn’t have to get up in the morning,
one never knew what might come up. Divatox wasn’t that considerate
of their private lives.
"Stay within me," Jason requested around his own yawn.
"I like having you inside of me, and who knows, maybe it’ll ease things
a bit in the morning .."
Tommy chuckled tiredly as he adjusted his position behind
Jason obligingly, wiggling an arm around and under the broad shoulders
so Jason could rest his head on it. He pummeled a pillow into form to serve
himself.
"I can’t believe you. We’ve just spent what must have
been hours screwing each other silly, and you’re already thinking of the
next time? What are you, a sex fiend?" While his words were chiding, Jason
heard the love and the smile in the velvety voice, and had to smile himself.
"No," the burly teen replied, reaching back a bit awkwardly
for a kiss. When that proved unfeasible, he settled for draping Tommy’s
free arm over his own hips. The warm hand came to rest on his for-once
soft genitals, and Tommy gently cupped the generous mound. Lying spoon-fashion
like this was a surprisingly comfortable position, and he had to admit,
if they could maintain it, it had definite ... possibilities. He shifted
carefully so that he wouldn’t dislodge his gradually shrinking penis.
"I just want to be as close to you as possible tonight
..." the low voice drifted off, and seconds later, deep even breaths revealed
that Jason had fallen asleep.
Not bothering to hide his indulgent smile, Tommy pressed
a last kiss on the smooth shoulder, closed his eyes and followed his lover
into the land of dreams.
***
He was asleep.
A gentle touch on his shoulder slowly brought him back
to awareness, and he shifted carefully, not wanting to lose the comforting
warmth of his lover’s embrace. However, there was something wrong.He frowned,
his mind still not having made the full transition into wakefulness, but
gradually his senses registered several anomalies. He was lying on ...
grass? On the ground? In broad daylight? And there was no Tommy who held
him, no dimly-lit cocoon of soft blankets and silky skin cradling him.
Instead, he was fully clothed and ... in the park. The renewed touch on
his shoulder, though, was achingly familiar, as was the voice that called
him.
"Jason? Hey, wake up, bro!"
"T-tommy?" he mumbled, still disoriented. His eyes wouldn’t
focus, and he lifted a tired hand to shield his eyes against the bright
afternoon sun.
"Aw, why didn’t you let him sleep, Tommy?" a voice somewhere
between boy-child and teenager remarked. The new Blue Ranger ... what was
... ah yes, Justin.
"Yes, why didn’t you?" The melodious accent betrayed the
speaker as Kat. "He looked kind of cute, all curled up like that."
Her gentle laughter was without malice, and she obligingly
stepped between Jason and the bright disk in the sky so that he could get
used to the sunlight gradually. Jason smiled his thanks as he watched Tommy
get up from his crouch and drape an arm around the lovely blonde Australian.
His best friend grinned at him in gentle mockery, but there was concern
in his voice as he spoke.
"What’s the matter, Jase? It can’t be the loss of the
Gold Ranger Powers anymore; Zordon declared you completely healed before
he left. But this is the third time in the last couple of weeks I’ve found
you fast asleep in the most improbable places. At the movies and here,
in the park ... okay, maybe, but ... the museum cafeteria? The exhibit
wasn’t that boring!"
"I ... I’ve had trouble sleeping lately," he excused himself,
his voice sounding weak and unconvincing even to his own ears.
*A dream! Just a stupid dream, like all the other times!
Damn -- every time I do stuff with Tommy, I fall asleep and get these weird
dreams where he and I ... where we’re ... lovers.*
Jason blushed as his mind replayed in startlingly clear
pictures what he and Tommy had done in this latest dream. He scrambled
to his feet and tugged his thankfully long t-shirt into place; it would
hide his burgeoning erection from his friends.
"Are you sure you’re allright, Jase? You look kinda
flushed to me." Tommy had removed his arm from around Kat and was now touching
his friend on the arm, his caring evident in the gesture.
"I’m fine, worrywart," Jason dismissed his best friend’s
concern with a lightness he was far from feeling. "Don’t mind me; I’ll
get over this soon. Maybe it’s just stress, or something."
"Stress?" Justin wondered with the tactlessness of the
rather young. "It’s summer break; school and college for you guys won’t
start for another six weeks. Why would you have stress?"
"Dunno. Guess it must be something," Jason quipped.
Although he was unsure about the wisdom of letting a preteen be a Ranger,
he kind of liked the kid. Besides, from what Tommy told him, he was doing
fine. He turned back to the Red Ranger. "Seriously, Tommy, it’s nothing
a few nights of uninterrupted sleep won’t cure. If it goes on, I’ll see
a doctor, but I doubt it’ll be necessary."
"If you say so," Tommy replied, only slightly mollified.
The three teens and the young boy then made their way slowly through the
park, towards the lake where they would meet Adam, Tanya and Rocky. Jason
said little as they walked, his mind still flitting back to his dream.
*If only it hadn’t felt so real! So ... right! Why
do I keep dreaming about Tommy and me as lovers? Sure, I love him like
a brother, have for a long time, but our relationship isn’t like that!
It never was, and is highly unlikely to ever be ...* that thought brought
a surprising rush of sadness. *Waitaminute .. do I want it to
be like that? Do I want Tommy as my lover? Am I gay? Nah; I like
Emily -- and the things we do together. But thinking of doing some of the
stuff with HIM ... not like in my dreams, that's way too hot for now, but
some other things ... like holding him, or kiss him ... yeah, I think I
could get to like that ..*
Jason wasn’t paying attention as he walked, so lost in
his thoughts was he. He knew the park as well as any of the Rangers, but
even they couldn’t remember every root or stone on the paths. Consequently,
his foot caught on a half-hidden obstacle, he stumbled and would’ve fallen
had Tommy not been there to break his fall. For a second, the two young
men stood very close, Tommy’s arm clasped loosely around Jason’s waist
-- almost as if in an embrace. Jason disengaged himself hastily; he’d just
remembered a very similar scenario from his very first dream that had made
him lose his concentration -- he and Tommy had been standing in a room,
their arms loosely around each other exactly like now. The only difference
was, in his dream, Jason and Tommy had been standing in front of a full-length
mirror, and they’d been naked. They had explored each other first with
their eyes, then dream-Tommy had stepped behind dream-Jason and started
to caress him, the visual stimulus adding to the sensations the actual
touches provoked. He shook himself slighty, then noticed that Tommy was
giving him a very strange look. Belatedly realizing that Tommy was
still touching him – and that that innocent hand on his waist was making
him hard again -- Jason blushed hotly and took a step backwards.
"I .... I have to go," he stammered, unable to meet the
brown eyes. As he turned and all but ran away, the Rangers stared after
him in amazement.
"What’s up with him?" Justin asked his older teammates,
honestly bewildered.
"I don’t know, Justin," Kat replied, automatically brushing
the hair out of his eyes. He made a face at her, and she grinned down on
him, blowing him a teasing kiss that turned into delighted, slightly wicked
laughter as he muttered "eeww, gross!" under his breath. "Maybe Jason isn’t
feeling too well after all."
"Whatever it is, I’m going to have a long talk
with him the next time I can get him alone," Tommy promised, clearing his
throat. He wouldn’t say more, but all throughout the rest of the day, the
Red Ranger puzzled about a fleeting impression he’d gotten from Jason as
he’d caught him ... *the two of them standing naked in a lover’s embrace,
kissing and taking each other until they were both limp and sated *...
Tommy had to control himself with an effort. Ever since Jason’s return
from the Peace Conference, he’d had to suppress his growing desire for
his best friend, thinking that Jason would never be interested in having
a sexual relationship with another man. If he were mistaken about that,
though ...
Tommy turned the problem over in his mind for all of the
afternoon. He had no idea what had happened between them; he’d never picked
up thoughts or anything from Jason or anyone else before, but then he remembered
his hypersensitivity to temporal changes due to Gasket’s Brain Drain machine.
Zordon had said the effect would be temporary, but what if it still lingered?
What if he, or Jason, or both were picking up things from another timeline,
or something? Whatever it was, his best friend was obviously not unaffected
by it, and if that meant what he thought it did, and everything
went the way Tommy hoped -- prayed -- it would, there just might
be a chance to make his most secret dream come true. However, there was
still the problem of how to breach the subject to Jason.
Too distracted to join the others at the Juice Bar, Tommy
took his car and drove around, thinking. When dusk began to fall, he found
himself at a deserted stretch of beach, where the sand below was dotted
with cliffs and the dunes reached high. Parking his 4 x 4, he got out and
wandered rather aimlessly along the nearly overgrown path, when he suddenly
spotted a lonely, dark-clad figure sitting above a rocky stretch, looking
out to sea.. His heart began to beat faster. The broad shoulders, the short,
dark hair ... even at a distance, it was an achingly familiar sight. Tommy
moved closer on nearly silent feet, but wasn’t surprised when his best
friend turned at his approach. Both smiled uncertainly at each other, but
Jason looked away first. Mutely, Tommy sank down next to the powerful body,
waiting for Jason to talk.
The deep voice was very soft as he finally did.
"You saw, didn’t you?" Jason asked, knowing without knowing
how
he
knew that it was so ... and trying desperately not to show the pain, confusion,
fear ... and hope ... he was feeling.
"Yeah," Tommy acknowledged simply. Something in
his tone made Jason look up and meet the chocolate eyes. What he read there
made his pulse pound. Hardly able to speak with the sudden rush of excitement,
he put a tentative hand onto the muscular forearm. When his best friend
didn’t recoil, only smiled at him warmly, he drew in a shuddering breath.
"T-tommy?" he stammered again, like earlier in the day.
A world of questions lay in the single word, and there was only one answer
the other could give. Gripping the hand on his arm in a sure, strong clasp,
Tommy let his love shine in his eyes as he committed himself to Jason.
"Yes."
The End
Author's Note: The title of this
story, for those of you who want to know, means simply "The Dream" in French.
I didn't want to give that element away too soon, and anything else I could
come up with in English would've, right from the start, so ....*shrugs*.
Hope you don't mind too much!