Title: Cats and Dogs
Author: Dingo
Disclaimer: Power Rangers Ninja Storm and Power Rangers Dino Thunder do not belong to me. Even this disclaimer was yanked from someone else, as it is the most generic of generic disclaimers.
AN: Placed just after the Ninja Storm/Dino Thunder crossover. Contains slash. 430-odd words to hopefully get me back in to writing.
"C'mon, dudes! Party!" Conner was exhilarated. Blake's win had placed every Ranger in high spirits, and Tommy had offered his house as a 'party pad', knowing that the Cyberspace probably wasn't the most private place for ten excited teens/young adults busting with Ranger business.
"Just a minute!" Hunter called.
He pulled Cam to a stop just before they followed the others into the active Ranger headquarters. Tori clapped them on the back as she neatly skipped down the staircase.
Reclaiming their powers had elevated everyone's spirits, it seemed.
She was the last, Hunter noticed. He watched as she disappeared from sight and turned to face the former Green Ranger.
Cam wasn't looking too puzzled. It was a good thing.
Hunter smiled as he lightly brushed his hand over the back of Cam's head. Cam allowed the move, silent and still except for a flicker of the eyes.
"I've been wanting to kiss you since six thirty-three yesterday morning," Cam said without preamble.
Hunter blinked.
"That's very specific."
"Your damn cat woke me up to be fed," Cam shrugged.
"Dog's your cat too."
"Yeah, well, she reminds me of you when she wants food."
Hunter looked offended. "I think I should be insulted."
Cam shrugged again. "Well, she can either take after you or me. For the sake of my furniture and the rest of the school, I'm glad it's mostly me."
"You do have-"
The words "-a point" were fairly obsolete, as Cam acted on his one day, eleven hour, fifty-seven minute long impulse, and pulled Hunter into a kiss.
Hunter mentally shrugged. Who really cared about words when they were being kissed by Cam Watanabe?
He opened his arms and his mouth, one hand entwining in Cam's hair. Carefully devoting the largest portion of his brain to the task at hand – the making out task, that is – the remaining control he had of his right hand was flexed ever so gently.
His hand ventured to the bottom of Cam's "waist sash", as he'd taken to calling it. The big piece of fabric wrapped around Cam's midsection like a too-big belt. He tugged on it lightly, smiling into the kiss as Cam grunted in annoyance.
"Dudes! Stop mackin' it to each other and get down here! We have to celebrate!" Dustin's exhilarated voice floated from Tommy's basement.
Cam broke the kiss quickly.
He and Hunter shared a look.
"He just outed us again, didn't he?" Cam sighed.
Hunter shrugged. "Maybe it's a good thing…you can't say you haven't heard of the blatant lust Hayley has for your bod, can you?"
"…"
"Ow."