~Okay! I've benn wanting to write a Cyan for looong time now!~

Ryan was in the training room. His fists hit the punching bag repeatedly. He was so deep in thought that he didn't notice the door open.

Carter stood there for a few moments taking in the titanium ranger's appearance, his gray tank-top stretched tight over his muscled chest, sweat glistened over his body and face. Carter had to make himself look away from the younger man. He cleared his throat,"Ryan?"

Ryan whipped around, "Carter! You scared me."

Carter stepped further into the room, "I'm sorry. I just wanted to talk to you."

Grabbing a towel from a chair beside him and wiping the sweat off of his face he said, "What about?"

Carter crossed his arm over his chest, "Is everything alright Ryan?"

"What do you mean?"

"We've been noticing that you've been acting. . .different. You don't hang around us that much anymore."

"Whose we?"

"The other rangers, Captain Mitchel."

Ryan sighed heavily, "I'm fine Carter, everything. . .is just fine."

"You're lying."

"Now, why would I lie to you?"

Both men were getting irritated with one another.

"I need to shower before dinner, so if you'll excuse me," Ryan stated and began walking out of the room, but Carter grabbed his arm. It burned, it felt like fire to Ryan. His breath hitched in his throat. He quickly jerked out of his friend's grasp.

"Ryan? What. . ."

"JUST LEAVE ME ALONE CARTER!" Ryan then stormed out of the training room leaving a shocked and confused Carter alone.

Later that night:

Carter lay on his bed, arms crossed behind his head. He wore a bright red tank - top, and gray sweat pants. He kept replaying what happened with Ryan over and over in his head. It had hurt that Ryan lied to him and then yelled at him. He didn't see Ryan at dinner, so their conversation had taken a toll on both parties.

There was a knock at the door. Without asking or lifting his head to see who it was he said, "Come in."

The door opened. "Carter?"

That voice caused Carter to sit up bed, "Ryan? What are you. . . "

"Look Carter, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to yell at you today. I've just been sorting some things out."

"What 'things' have you been sorting out."

Ryan hesitated before answering, "I can't say."

"Why not?" Carter pushed. He was detemerined to figure out what was wrong with his friend.

"Please Carter, just. . ."

"No, tell me."

"I can't!"

"Why not? Just tell me what's wrong!"

"Fine! You want to know what's wrong with me? It's you! I hate you! I hate you Carter Grayson! I hate your smile! I hate how brave and couragous you are! And most importantly, I hate that you've made me fall in love with you!" He fell to his knees, "All my life the only emotions I was allowed to express were hatred and anger. And then I met you and . . .and I felt something. It's love. And I just don't know how to handle it. And I understand if you hate me now."

Carter got up from where he was sitting and knelt down beside the younger man, and put his hands onto Ryan's shoulders. "Oh Ryan. I don't hate you. I - I love you too.

This caused Ryan to look up, "What?"

Carter brushed his tears away with his thumb, "I said that I love you too."

With that said, he leaned down and kissed Ryan. Both men felt fireworks. They had never felt something so amazing. The only reason they parted was the lack of air. They smiled at each other and stood up.

Ryan nervously rubbed the back of his neck, "Um that was my first kiss."

Carter smiled so big it looked like it hurt, "That's too cute."

Ryan blushed and Carter kissed him agan, this time more passionate. Carter put a hand on the back of Ryan's head to, if possible, pull him closer to him. Their chests were pressed tightly against one another. Carter gently pushed Ryan down on the bed, not breaking the kiss.

Ryan's hand disappeared up Carter's shirt.

The door slid open to reveal Captain Mitchel. The red and titanium rangers sprang apart.

"Dad. . .um. We can expl. . ."

"No need. I always suspected that this would happen."

"You did?" Ryan and Carter asked in unison.

Captain Mitchel nodded.

Ryan became fascinated with the floor, "Do. . .do you hate me?"

"Of course not! You're my son! I just got you back, Ryan. I love you, son."

Ryan sighed in relief.

Captain Mitchel turned his attention to Carter, "Take care of my son."

"I will sir. No doubt about it. I love your son very much."

"Very well. I guess then I'll leave you two alone then." Captain Mitchel left.

Ryan fell back against the bed and hid his face in his hands and groaned, "That was so humiliating!"

Carter laughed and crawled on top of him, "You're too cute when you blush."

Ryan laughed and moved a hand up to Carter's hair. He ran his fingers through it.

The couple just layed in bed and talked, very once and a while they share short and sweet kisses. They soon fell asleep in each other's arms.

~AH! One more chapter! I promise that the next chapter will be longer! Reviews! Now! Haha.~