Disclaimer: Sorry, no Ranger ownership here.
A/N: This follows Girl Talk, Interrupted.
Scott was still adjusting to waking up with his two best friends. Not so long ago, it had been unthinkable that they not be there. After the night when they had indulged in too much alcohol and stupidity, they were finally teammates, and the friends part was coming back. He opened his eyes to find Flynn's face not that far from his own. The Blue Ranger, as was his custom, lay sprawled half on top of Summer, although one arm was laid across Scott's shoulder and Flynn was staring at him. Or would have been, if he was awake. Scot took a deep breath, he didn't want to get up, because, he could almost forget the rest of the world as he lay here. Finally, however, he began to gently ease out from under Flynn. He was determined to leave Flynn and Summer behind, so that the pair could get the rest that Scott was denying himself.
He shifted slightly, and Flynn's arm slipped off his shoulder, brushing against Scott's chest. Scott tried to ease his leg free, but just as he thought he was free, Flynn struck. A single, work roughened hand lashed out and pushed soft fingertips down Scott's exposed side. Scott unleashed a strangled shriek, he hated being tickled.
Flynn chuckled as he rolled to pin down Scott, skillfully neutralizing his legs and pinning down an arm. "Mine," he mouthed as he ran his fingers over Scott's side.
"No!" Scott cried, trying to wriggle free.
"You're going to wake up Summer," Flynn hissed.
"Too late," Summer announced before she pounced on Flynn with her fingers reaching.
Flynn rolled to escape Summer, pulling Scott with him. Off balanced, the trio rolled off the bed to land on the ground, half squashing Flynn in the process. Flynn only laughed breathlessly as he continued to try to tickle Scott into submission while avoiding Summer, who came under attack as Scott freed one hand. "Hey!" Summer cried between shrieks, "I'm helping you!"
"I'm leveling the playing field," Scott retorted. Flynn flipped Scott over and pinned him down. Scott heard Summer get up and walk away, but his eyes, and most of his attention, was focused on Flynn, whose honey brown eyes were sparkling with laughter as he looked down. They were both smiling and out of breath, and Scott wondered why he'd never really noticed the way Flynn's eyes lit from within when he was laughing.
They moved, Scott lifted his head while Flynn lowered his. It was like tasting honey, Scott though, it was sweet, and it lingered. When the two of them separated, Scott cleared uneasily. "You both know," Summer said as she knelt beside them, holding some clothes in one hand; "That is totally hot."
Scott looked at Flynn, and they burst into laughter as Flynn rolled off Scott. "Next time," Scott said as he calmed down, "we'll kiss you, Summer. So don't be jealous."