Don't ask me where this came from because i have no clue. It just sort of happened one night when i was really bored and couldn't be bothered writing another chapter of my up coming Hunter/Dustin fic. I like how this turned out and I'm not sure if i should expand on it a little so any feedback would be great.
Anyone who had been the loser in love could most likely sympathize with one Blake Bradley when they found out how he was feeling at that moment and probably guess what had happen to the charismatic motocross star who was sitting at a classy hotel bar staring at a glass of alcohol like it held all the answers to all of his questions. It shouldn't be hurting as much as it was but Blake could easily say that he was suffering heartbreak that was a long time coming: it had been three years: three long years after the defeat of Lothor and his space ninja army and just like that he had lost the only girl he had really ever loved: the same girl he had fought and saved the world beside.
When he had first signed on with Factory blue at the tender age of nineteen he had been stupid enough to really think that their fledgling relationship had the strength to withstand the distance and that Tori would be able to wait for him and stay with him through it all until he was able to come home from tour. This of course had been the case…for two years. Then something had taken the wrong turn and their relationship-the same one he had fought tooth and nail to create-begun to unravel and fall apart in front of his very eyes.
It had all ended with a phone call when he had been in Rota Spain and she had told him she was leaving him, not that he could fault her and be that mad at her for it he had been a pretty bad boyfriend what with being away seventy percent of the time and then training for another twenty meaning that he was really only there ten percent of the year to spend time with her, he was more pissed off with the fact that she had moved on so quick entering a relationship-a serious one at that-in only a month after they had ended their two year failed romance. On the fatal phone call she had told him that why she would always love him she couldn't wait for him and that she had found someone else who loved her then and there.
He hadn't held her back and had let her go knowing that the guy she had chosen would treat her like the goddess he should have and that she would be happy with her new relationship: only he hadn't thought that they would be engaged within five months of beginning the relationship and then married no less than a month later-because Tori's mom and Marah were totally scary and had planned the wedding so fast it had made Blake's head spin a little when he had gotten the invitation in the mail. He had of course like a true ex-boyfriend had thought about not actually going to the ceremony…and the reception now that he thought back to that day: but he hadn't been able to do that, not just because it was Tori's wedding he was being invited to but more so that he was good friends with the groom as well: because the groom was Cam Watanabe-the Green Samurai ranger.
Now of course it was four months after the wedding and he was Florence Italy and it was one long bumpy year after his break up from Tori and he was in a fancy posh bar to a hotel his tour had set him up in once again drinking away his sorrows with different types of alcohol, it didn't matter if it was jack, Jimmy or Russian he didn't care as long as it gave him that burn down his throat he couldn't care less. The barman kept shooting him sympathetic glances and refilling his drinks whenever they got empty so Blake had decided that he really liked him James he thought his name was but he couldn't be really that sure, hell he didn't even know what time it was.
The navy ranger was so caught up in his thoughts and his memories of the past year that played over and over again in his head that he didn't even notice that a person had sat down next to him let alone recognize him. The stranger in the corner of his eyes ordered something that sounded good and in his drunken haze he ordered one as well gaining an amused snort from the man next to him due to what Blake could only guess was his drunken boldness. When the blue drink was put in front of him Blake didn't even pause and shot in back like a pro and found that even with his taste buds already numbing from the amount of Whiskey and rum he had drank he could still enjoy this concoction and ordered another one for him and the stranger he had yet to recognize or even speak to and introduce himself to.
It wasn't until he had drank three more of the strange blue drinks with his silent companion that he realized he really should get to know whoever was his new friend was. Turning in his seat he plastered a smile on his face and was all ready to introduce himself when he laid eyes on the person beside him and froze as he recognized the man finally. Normally when he saw this man even out the corner of his eyes it didn't take long for him to realize who it was so the fact it had taken a good half an hour to figure out who he was-it was like a shock to his system.
Although Blake was being totally honest when he realized that his slow up take was not completely about his own problems and obliviousness to his surroundings, the boy…no man he corrected as he looked him over with a heavy once over, had changed more than he thought was possible for a person to do in four months considering the last time he had seen him had been at Tori's wedding.
"Dustin?" he slurred questioning with shock lacing his tone which caused the younger brunette to grin and then incline his head in such a Dustin like greeting that it had Blake realizing that it had to be his old teammate, no one else could pull of such a stoic move and make it look friendly.
Now that he was aware of who he was sitting next to the twenty two year old motocross star began to fully take in the younger man next to him as if he was shocked by his sudden appearance and new look. Blake had never been blind to the attractiveness that Dustin held: even when he was with Tori he had known that he had always been attractive-maybe a bit boyish and not quite fully matured yet but most defiantly attractive-and at times when Dustin's true colors would shine through Blake was always able to see hints of the man that he was sure to become. Gazing at Dustin now and being able to see how much the younger twenty one years old had changed Blake finally realized that the childish earth ninja had finally grown up into the man he had always seen.
During Tori's wedding four months ago he hadn't seen Dustin that much only mere glimpses and from far away as well considering he was forced to do the last minute running around for the bride as he had been forced to accept the title of Made of Honor from her. At the reception when all of the yellow rangers duties were finished including a dance with the best man-who surprisingly had been Hunter-and then with the bride afterwards Blake hadn't seen hide or hair of the goofy mechanic and had to asked Shane where his best friend was only to find out that he had gone home because he had an early flight to New York the next morning and couldn't afford to stay late.
But now that the other was right in front of him and he was able to fully take in Dustin and his new look complete with short spiky hair and a new wardrobe consisting of a tight black shirt and jeans with a yellow leather jacket thrown over the top he could easily say this Dustin was a far cry from the love sick teenager he had fought and laughed beside everyday three years ago.
"Hello there Blake" Dustin spoke for the first time since he had ordered his drink setting his empty shot glass down and Blake couldn't help but wonder when he had ordered that drink while he was still drinking the blue stuff that sent chills up and down his spin-although Blake half wondered if that was because of Dustin's voice or not. "How are you?"
Throat suddenly dry from the amount of alcohol he had consumed and the effect the once goofy childish brunette suddenly had on him Blake swallowed tightly before clearing it so that he was able to create some semblance of words in his mouth. "I've been better" he muttered twirling his empty glass and the motioning over to the barman to get him two shots of patron "Just been one of those days"
Dustin snorted and then clinked his glass with Blake's and then threw back his head and swallowed the burning liquid while Blake wondered how such a causal move had gotten so sensual "Yeah I know how you feel" he said putting his empty shot glass on the bar top and giving him a bittersweet smile that darkened his usually soft features.
The thing was out of all the people Blake had worked with-Rangers and other riders-only Dustin truly knew what he was feeling and what he was going through because the sad thing was that Dustin was living that situation just as much as he was. From there first meeting it had been no secret to Blake or Hunter for that matter that the yellow ranger had been completely and totally enamored by the crimson thunder ranger. Something Blake had always been ashamed of about their friendship with Dustin was that Hunter had readily taken advantage of this whenever he needed something from the brunette without any regard to his feelings what so ever. Like using those affections to get Dustin to cover for him whenever he needed it or charming the younger ninja into doing simple things for them when one of them could have easily done it themselves.
It wasn't that his brother was a bad person and Blake was sure if Hunter let himself see Dustin as a suitable boyfriend then he would actually stop holding Dustin in the little brother category and realized just what he had waiting for him. Problem was over time those feelings Dustin had held for his brother had faded away or left so Dustin had waited and waited for Hunter to take notice of him: the whole while supporting him through break ups and the loss of students and every big emotional milestone that the crimson ranger had been forced to face, and yet his brother never looked at him or picked him.
For some strange reason that Blake had yet to figure out or even understand Hunter had ignored and bypassed the brunette that had always been with him, the one who had been the best friend anyone could ask for in his absence and instead had picked Shane. His stupid dickhead of a brother had gone and picked the best friend.
"Yeah I guess you do" Blake said bitterly and smiled over at Dustin sarcastically as a morbid thought entered his mind "Geez aren't we a couple of poster boys for Fate's bitch?"
Dustin-who had once again gotten another drink even though Blake was sure he hadn't heard him order another one-shrugged and then swallowed the last of the green drink he had ordered and then leant back in his chair while he fiddled on the cuff on his jacket: a thoughtful look in place. "I dunno…my new job lead me to this hotel and straight to you" he said in that optimistic way that Blake had missed mostly because it was something that only Dustin could do and make it sound plausible.
Thinking back to the wedding reception-not that he could remember a lot he had spent a lot of it in a drunken haze-he could faintly remember Shane telling him his flight to new York had something to do with Dustin's new job: something to do with photography or something like that but couldn't remember for the life of him what exactly he did. "Yeah…what do you do again" he asked making the brunette laugh which drew the attention of the other people in the bar because of the happy light hearted sound.
Patting him on the shoulder Dustin grinned before raising his arms above his head so that he stretched his shoulders "I'm a photographer for Motocross magazines I was recently hired by Moto Monthly for the next five years" he said casually and Blake felt his jaw drop to the bar top as he dropped his arms once his shoulders gave out a satisfying crack.
Moto Monthly was one of the most renown and talked about magazines in the motocross world and the fact that Dustin had gotten a lock in contract for the next few years meant that he knew the other was going to be sitting pretty for the next few years maybe longer if he gets rehired. It was also kinda strange because Blake knew he had some upcoming shoots with the very same magazine in the near future which meant Dustin would most probably be the one taking photos of him "That's great" he said happily and slapped the other on the shoulder before ordering two shots of tequila and handed one to Dustin "Celebration: I know a bit late but humor me"
The yellow ranger laughed but nodded and when they clicked their glasses together and shot it back with the same enthusiasm as he had the first shot which started to make Blake's pants to feel just a little too tight-which he ignored. After that the two of them spoke of nothing really important just things that they probably already knew about each other but had nothing else to talk about so they said it again: things like where Blake was off to next in his tour and why Dustin had cut his hair and changed his look so much.
That was why when Dustin just came out and said "Your Brother is a Dick" Blake found it hard pressed not to choke on the blue drink he had yet to stop drinking even though Dustin hard warned him that he shouldn't drink too many if he wanted to walk the next morning.
Coughing weakly and thumping his chest to try to get his breath back Blake turned his wild gaze back at Dustin who was merely taking another shot as if he had just said that puppies were cute and not insulted the man he had loved for the last three years "W-What?" he spluttered not even caring if he sounded as unintelligent as he thought he had: he needed to be sure that he had heard the other correctly and that his ears weren't playing tricks on him.
Dustin shrugged and twirled his empty shot glass with one finger and smiled at him unapologetic-ally "Hunter: your brother, yeah he's a dick" he said nodding as if he had just confirmed something of great importance his smooth tenor voice as clear as a bell so that it made Blake unable to get mad at the other because of how adorable he found it.
The first thing Blake started to do almost on auto pilot-lie a knee jerk reaction-was defend Hunter and all his actions, but before he could even get the first word out of his mouth he looked at Dustin's amused eyes and then really thought about what Hunter had done to the amusing Brunette that Blake was having a great time with despite their depressed states and the amount of alcohol they had consumed. Blake had already admitted to himself that Hunter had done the ultimate dick move by choosing Shane over Dustin when he was fully aware of the torch that the yellow ranger held for him and he out of all people knew what Dustin was feeling because he had felt it just as much as he had when he'd gotten his wedding invitation. But it one thing knowing this and admitting this to himself and another thing completely when someone like Dustin who didn't really know tact and had loved Hunter for as long as he had Tori told you the same thing.
Nodding and chuckling lightly Blake got two shots of straight vodka from the barman and couldn't help but realize that considering all the alcohol he had mixed that night he was going to wake up with one hell of a hangover. "Yeah I guess he is" he said handing one of the shots to Dustin who was now grinning happily "And Tori's a bitch" he said bravely.
Despite the two of them being friends for years before Blake and Hunter came onto the scene and changed everything Dustin laughed nodded which sent another unexpected shiver of want flooding through Blake's entire body which shocked him more than anything else that had happened that night. Not once had he thought of Dustin that way in all the years they had known each other so it was scary that he was now, although he couldn't say that the other boy wasn't attractive because Dustin had somehow during the time he had stopped visiting and sending pictures become hot as hell and yet still had that attractive boyish charm that Blake really liked in his male partners. That charm and the alcohol that was running through his veins were messing with his mind and suddenly Blake found the earth ninja extremely irresistible.
"A toast!" Dustin said happily shocking Blake out of his stupor and waved the barman over who gave the flighty brunette a flirty grin that actually had Blake frowning for a moment when did Dustin begin to draw the eyes of other people besides "Can we get two shots of tequila?" he asked happily throwing his arm around Blake's shoulders "We are celebrating"
Blake laughed and arched an eyebrow and looked at the other in amusement "Oh and what are we celebrating again" he asked as the barman placed two glasses on the bench with two wedges of lime and a shaker of salt.
The earth ninja smiled and picked up the now full glass and then tapped his glass lightly "To taking control of our own lives" he said slowly and Blake swallowed deeply at the sensual tone that the other was talking in "And to the end of being Fate's bitch" he declared before he threw his head back and swallowed the tiny shot of terrible tasting liquor.
When he looked back down and saw that Blake hadn't taken his shot because he was too busy staring at him Dustin smiled and moved so that he was standing in between the navy rangers legs and picked up the shot and held it to his lips "You're meant to take it with me" he said and Blake took the shot quickly liking the way the buzzing filled his veins and how his whole body tingled afterwards and when he looked back at Dustin the other had a lime wedge in between his teeth and before he knew what he was doing he merely reached forward and took it their lips barely brushing one another's and yet still sending tingles down Blake's spin.
When he pulled back Blake looked into the other ranger's eyes and had to make sure he didn't swallow the lime wedge when he saw just how dark with arousal the other boy's eyes were: the once beautiful chocolate eyes had turned black with desire and Blake was captivated by them. Spitting the wedge out the thunder ninja looked at Dustin and really looked hard as he noticed everything that he had missed before: his hair looked glossier, his eyes deeper and his lips: never before had Blake wanted to taste another person as much to see if they tasted as good as they look as he did with Dustin in that moment.
Taking a leap of faith and hoping he hadn't read all the signs wrong Blake leaned forward until he was just a few centimeters away from Dustin's lips and could feel the others breath fanning over his face slightly "Dustin" he whispered breathy as his hand came up to trace the others arm which in turn made the photographer make a small keening sound in the back of his throat "I'm so tired"
Dustin seemed to understand what he wasn't saying because he nodded and tangled his hand in his shortly cropped hair and pull him forward so he could smash their lips together in one of the hottest and best kisses that Blake had ever experienced-how Hunter hadn't wanted Dustin when he could do this was well beyond him-and very soon Blake was almost to the end of his control as he could feel a whimper building in his throat. The kiss soon became all tongues and heat and Blake didn't know how it had happened but sometime during their kiss his hand had come to rest at the back of Dustin's neck and then other on the skin of his lower back.
After a few minutes of what Blake was sure their public indecent make out session-although no one seemed to be protesting their actions-Dustin pulled back to whisper in his ear while he attacked his neck. "Let's go to your room" he said, his voice husky and filled with desire: Blake nodded without any thought as to what was going to happen when the two of them got to his suite.
Quickly paying their long tab and a giant tip to the highly amused Barman who gave Blake a wink and thumbs up when they were leaving Blake lead his old friend to the elevator that was thankfully empty. As soon as the doors closed Blake slammed Dustin against the walls of the machine and began to kiss him thoroughly not even caring if others saw what they were doing or not thanks to the alcohol that was flooding his systems. When the elevator finally stopped at his floor Blake stumbled to his room and managed to open his door all the while with Dustin sucking on his neck and sending waves of want and desire through his body which actually made his hands shake.
Once inside Blake pulled Dustin into his room and quickly pushed the leather jacket off his shoulders and lay on top of him on the bed to kiss him more thoroughly, he knew that he didn't love Dustin, hell he was pretty sure Dustin didn't love him. But what they were doing at that moment wasn't about love in fact it was probably the furthest thing from their minds at that moment, even though Blake knew all of this when he heard Dustin whimper out his name when he bit the place when his neck and shoulder met and not that of his brother he couldn't stop the wave of satisfaction that flooded through him. No he didn't love Dustin but did he care for him: hell yes and maybe that was enough for now. Maybe fate had sent Dustin to him for a reason: maybe fate finally decided to help him instead of kick him while he was down: who knows stranger things had happened.
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