"This is…"
"Nice?"
"Yeah...nice."
Lucas Kendall laid on his back, hands behind his head and feet apart. His friend, Trip Regis, laid in the same fashion, only his hands were clasped at his stomach and his feet crossed at the ankles.
"Hmm...I think it's nice, too. We never get a break like this anymore now that we're Rangers." Trip giggled softly, his ever present beam of a smile on his face.
Lucas felt the corners of his mouth tug upwards in response.
Try as he might, he couldn't very well keep a smirk off his face when dealing with Trip.
"Yeah...you're right." Lucas agrees with a grin.
The two boys lay in silence for a beat before Trip speaks again.
"At least this is comfortable." Trip replies, most likely talking about the cots the two were laying on from the way his hand pats it, and Lucas found himself agreeing, but on a very different subject.
As strange as it is to believe, Lucas feels very comfortable right now; the Clock Tower is quiet, drenched in Twilight from the darkness outside, and the other Rangers are asleep on their own cots, which leaves only Lucas and Trip awake.
And, if Lucas was being honest, being near Trip always gave him reassurance and calm, even if he was also slightly anxious about the sporadic mind-reading habit of Trip's forehead gem.
Trip was always nice, sincere, and honest; being a Xybrian, an alien species known for their open and trusting nature, will do that to a guy.
As weird as it sounds, Lucas somehow always feels...safe around Trip.
The Clock Tower went silent again, save for their mingled breathing, before Lucas snapped his head to Trip.
"Hey...can I tell ya something, buddy?" Lucas asks as Trip rolls over on his side to face him, an understanding and concerned look in his brown eyes.
God, were those eyes gonna kill him someday.
"Tell me." Trip urges, though if he's honest, he's kind of scared to know; Lucas being actually serious like this was as rare as Trip himself frowning.
Lucas wets his lips nervously before he speaks, though honestly, he's fucking terrified, since what he was about to say would allude to his best-kept secret.
And by that, Lucas meant the huge, obvious, school-girl-like crush he's had on Trip since the alien first introduced himself in Time Force Academy.
(Katie NEVER lets him live down the fact that he actually said 'I gotta gay' in Trip's presence.)
Lucas bites his lip, shaking his head. There's a lump in his throat, and his heart jumps.
He can't.
"Nah...nothin'...don't worry about it." Lucas suddenly says, his head snapping back ahead. Trip blinks before his eyes go concerned again, small hand reaching out to squeeze Lucas's bicep comfortingly.
Lucas feels the urge to bat Trip's hand away, but strangely can't bring himself to.
"Lucas, you can tell me. I won't be mean or mad, promise." Trip insists, and Lucas believes him; if he's being truthful, that's exactly the thing he's afraid of.
If there's anything Lucas fears more than Trip's rejection, it's Trip's pity.
But right now, looking straight at the concern and sincerity in Trip's eyes, he feels almost compelled to spill his guts to the boy.
Before he can think that that's probably not the best idea, he opens his mouth anyway.
Besides, the team wanted them all to be more honest with each other, didn't they?
"Ya know how I used to ask ya to practice spar with me a lot in the Academy?" Lucas asks, and Trip nods, biting his lip anxiously.
"Well...I didn't actually need help with sparring...I did it so I could get to know ya."
Why Lucas feels the need to spill all this out now, he couldn't say, but in the dead of night, with no one else around, Lucas felt like the weight of his feelings for Trip wasn't so heavy.
All is silent once again, and Lucas wishes for something, anything, to fill the silence when Trip suddenly sits up, pushing his unruly green hair behind his ear.
"Oh no...you're weirded out, aren't you?" Lucas sighs, sitting up as well. Trip gives him a worried look before he scoots closer to Lucas,
"But, I remember those times! You practically got held back a level because you couldn't defend yourself properly!" Trip recalls, frantically gesturing with his hands.
"If you hadn't done all that…" Trip continues. "Then you would've gotten a higher ranking than me! You could've had a promotion…" The greenette trails off with a guilty expression.
Lucas nods along.
"Right, or I could've fallen so down low I would've been a Janitor, though that's really unlikely, considering it's me we're talking about.." Lucas flashes Trip a comical wink and delights in the small giggles that come from Trip's full lips as a result.
However, Lucas's face goes serious again, and that concern is back in Trip's eyes.
"Look, all I'm trying to say is that that didn't really matter back then, as long as I was with you. You get me?" Lucas says hopefully, hesitantly reaching his hand across the space between them to grab Trip's hand.
Lucas almost had a heart attack due to the relief he feels when Trip not only doesn't push him away, but squeezes his hand.
"I'm starting to." Ah, there's that heart-melting smile. Lucas missed it.
The air is once more quiet, and Lucas's body is tense. His eyes flick down to Trip's lips, and he gets the overwhelming urge to kiss Trip senseless.
Should he? Right now?
His body makes the movements before he can catch up mentally, and his head is angling to the left and moving closer to Trip's own head.
Worse comes to worse, Trip can shove him away; if that happens, he'll totally back off.
Trip sucks in a breath before he scoots closer, tilting his head to the right and shutting his eyes.
Their lips finally meet in the middle, though which one actually made it to the other first is a question for another time.
Their hands are still joined between each other, both hands trembling and both boys scared of touching each other anymore than they already are.
The kiss itself is short and sweet, and Lucas definitely sees fireworks. Trip doesn't know what he saw, but it was definitely an explosion of some sort.
The two boys pull apart, hands still joined and cheeks blushing bright red.
Lucas bites his lip, a shy grin placed on his face as he pulls his hand back.
"Come on; we should get back to sleep." Lucas grins, turning over to lay on his side.
"Wait." Trip suddenly says, hand on Lucas's shoulder. Lucas swivels back around, grin going from shy to amused as he tilts his head questioningly.
Trip avoids eye contact, looking down at his lap, before he looks back up at Lucas, and the smirk that appeared on that boy's face…
It could drive a guy like Lucas insane.
"That's all you got?" Trip smirks mischievously, hand almost rubbing Lucas's well-toned bicep in a coy gesture.
Lucas smirks back, his hands migrating to Trip's narrow hips as Trip places his own hands flat on Lucas's broad shoulders.
If Trip wanted a better kiss, then Lucas would give him one.
"Oh, I can do better, baby." Lucas almost growled before the two practically threw themselves at each other, closing the gap with such intensity.
Trip grabs the back of Lucas's neck, pulling him down to his height so he's easier to kiss before threading his arms around Lucas's neck tightly while Lucas wraps his arms around Trip's hips and pulls him as close as physically possible.
Trip's fingers tugged lightly at the hair at the base of Lucas's neck. Lucas growls at that motion and swipes his tongue along Trip's bottom lip, darting said tongue in when Trip moans at the action.
Lucas pushes forward with such force that Trip almost falls back, but Trip gains his balance just in time and pushes forward as well.
Lucas swallows Trip's moans as he shoves his hands up the alien's nightshirt while Trip tugs at Lucas's collar, managing to feverishly tear the neckline down the middle. Lucas moans as Trip's slightly sharpened nails graze his collarbone.
They cling to each other like they can't believe this; like they can't believe they're kissing the other.
In a way, they almost can't.
Lucas takes his hand out of Trip's shirt and slips them under the alien's thighs, lifting the smaller boy so Trip can swing his legs around Lucas's hips and sit in his lap.
Lucas pulls away from Trip's lips to start placing demanding kisses along Trip's neck, which prompts Trip to start lightly tugging at Lucas's extremely gelled hair as he presses his hips into Lucas's and sighs at the teeth grazing his skin.
Lucas is so entranced by Trip's little gasps and sweet moans that he doesn't even care that Trip's nimble fingers are messing up his hair style.
(And plus, nice, sweet, innocent Trip pulling his hair and moaning like a slut was actually hotter than he expected it to be.)
Lucas's hands move from Trip's thighs to his hips to his back, creasing the fabric of the nightshirt. He grips Trip's back so that he doesn't tumble off his lap (though he honestly wouldn't mind shoving Trip onto his back and straddling him, but he senses Trip isn't ready to go that far).
They pull apart for breath, foreheads pressed together and hands curling into each other. Since Lucas isn't kissing his neck anymore, he proceeds to just grip Trip's hips.
"That was...woah…" Trip pants, giggling breathlessly as Lucas's thumb rubs over the skin on his hipbone, which was exposed by his sagging pajama pants.
"Damn straight it was." Lucas smirks as Trip giggles again, nuzzling Lucas's nose and encircling his neck with his arms again.
"So...would you wanna...I dunno...keep this going?" Lucas says nervously, the hands he has on Trip becoming clammy and nervous. Trip tilts his head in confusion.
"What do you mean? The kiss or...us?" Trip replies, face blushing and eyes averting in a shy manner at the last word.
So innocent Trip is back...huh… Lucas thinks before he replies to Trip's question.
"I mean, I'd definitely like to keep this," Lucas gestured to the hickeys he forgot he left on Trip's neck. "But I meant us."
At the clarification, Trip grins.
"I'd like both." Trip laughs, nuzzling Lucas again, and this time, Lucas accepts it with a laugh of his own.
