"Crush" by Zen'Aku Lati

Warning: Slash ahead.

Disclaimer: Ah, in a perfect world...

Author's Note: This takes place at the end of "A Golden Homecoming" and is from Jason's POV. Yeah, I thought it was time to bring back the good stuff...

Thanks: Thanks to Stellar Raven and Askari Knight for reviewing my previous chapter, and for everyone that continues to hit it up. Thanks for the love...

Part VI

"It's good to have you back, bro," Tommy stated with a half-smile as I continued to pound at the punching bag he was holding still for me.

"It's good to be back," I admitted, slowing down a bit. It was impossible to not notice the looks Tommy was giving me. As if he were undressing me with his eyes…

"I see you're finally Red Ranger," I pointed out, delivering a couple of half-hearted punches to the bag, surprising myself at the lingering resentment. "You wear it well."

"You wore it better," Tommy insisted, still giving me those eyes. "But black suits you," he declared, giving me a once-over and straightening up off of the punching bag. I couldn't suppress the smirk, but now was as good a time as any to clear something up.

"There's something I want you to know, man," I begin.

He perked up at this. "What's up?"

"Leaving was a really tough decision for me, but I'll tell you what made it cool. I knew I was leaving the Rangers in good hands, I knew with you as their leader." In spite of everything, I have faith in him. He's never given me reason not to; even when he was evil, you could rely on him to put his all into trying to take you out…

He didn't reply right away, as if he was trying to decide whether or not to believe me. "Thanks," he finally decided.

"But I don't want you to think I'm trying to, like, put things back to the way things were before I left…" I reassured, but he cut me off.

"I missed you," he told me, stepping around the punching bag to face me. For a split second I saw in those chocolate eyes a vulnerability—that was gone as soon as I identified it.

I had to admit that it felt so good to still be wanted…

"I told you I'd be back," I reminded, putting my hand to the back of his neck, pulling him closer. I looked deep into those eyes, glazed over with a desire to match my own.

I wanted to devour him. I was going to devour him. That mouth was mine…that tongue was mine…God…

Uh…you messed up moaning like that, bro…

We didn't have to worry about anyone seeing. If the Center was secluded enough to talk Ranger business, it was secluded enough for this…

We traveled to the floor, not breaking that essential mouth-to-mouth contact. At one point he bit my lip. God, I can't take much more of this…

I had the boy on his back, my hands roaming where they pleased. But I made the mistake of trying to catch my breath, because the next thing I knew, I was on my back.

Interesting…

Once again his lips were pressed against mine. I thought I'd go mad when I felt tongue.

I placed my hands at his hips, trying to bring him closer to me. I slid my hands under his shirt, feeling his smooth muscles slide under my fingers as they went up.

Just then, he grabs my wrists and pressed them over my head, pulling out of the kiss and looking me squarely in the eyes.

I have no idea how I've managed to hold back for this long, but he's got to know that I want him—badly.

I knew that I could've overpowered him and had him any way I wanted, but his assertion of dominance was—intriguing…

There was no mistaking what I wanted to do; I knew he could feel it…

Our mouths were just a few inches apart, and he would taunt me by leaning in close, only to pull away, keeping me from my sweet prize.

Jesus…

He eased his grip on my wrists and slid my T-Shirt off, then sat up and removed his own shirt. He then leaned back down and began kissing my neck. "Mm, I like you sweaty," he told me. God...

"I'm gonna swallow you whole," he continued, kissing slowly down my torso. "I wanna see you squirm," he declared, moving lower still. "Hear you moan," he said, his mouth at my navel. "Feel you come," he whispered, stealing a glance up at me as he pulling down my sweats...

His hair tickled my skin. It took me everything not to push his head down...

Instead, I pulled him back up to my level and rolled him to his back. I kissed those lips once again as I slid my hand down his torso to the waist of his sweats.

"I love watching your mouth in action," I tell him, pushing everything down off his waist. "Now I wanna hear everything you've got to say," I insist as I fish through my duffle bag for that little bottle.

Once found, I kiss him again and prep us. I slid in. He moaned in my mouth. Very good start...

I released his mouth and continued to move. "Uh...God..." he groaned.

"Yes?" I encouraged.

"Fuck, yes..." he panted, screwing his eyes closed and gripping my hair.

"Yes, Tommy?" I coaxed, thrusting with a bit more force.

"Jason...nnnn..." he called. There we are, I cheered.

"Say it again," I encouraged in whisper, kissing his neck and panting in his ear.

"Oh..." he whimpered.

"Say it," I persisted, nipping at his earlobe and picking up force.

"Uh, Jason," he conceded directly in my ear.

"Uh, say my name," I demanded, moving faster.

"Oh, God, Jason. Yes..." he moaned. Oh God...

I could feel his breath on my ear. I won't last much longer...

"Jason?" Tommy said.

"Yes, Tommy?" I barely managed. He then brought his lips under my earlobe and requested raspily, "Come with me." Oh my fucking God... I then relaxed on him, resting my head on his chest.

"Don't get comfortable yet," he admonished.

"Why not?" I asked, resting my chin on his chest to look him in the face.

"Because we still have a shower to take," he delivered with a grin.