"Crush" by Zen'Aku-Lati

Warning: Slashiness!

Disclaimer: I don't own Power Rangers, Tommy, Jason or the Juicebar.

Author's note: This takes place around "The Green Candle". This is from Tommy's POV. Enjoy and show some love.

Part I

Of all the things to become addicted to, I never thought I could get addicted to fighting. There was something about the fight—the blood, the sweat—that made more sense than any formal language.

It had never occurred to me that I was grasping for something when I fought, until I found it. My match.

I had become addicted to the closeness only physical exertion could grant. With him. Jason…

We were locking up the Juicebar and decided to get one last match in before we left. We sparred, which turned into wrestling, and the next thing I knew, I was pinned under him.

We both understood we could never best each other, but pride dictated that we always tried.

Still, we were at a stalemate. Someone had to give, and I decided it would be me.

I relaxed, letting him crush me under his weight.

I placed my hand at his waist where his T-Shirt had raised a little, touching flesh.

I saw in those dark eyes a need akin to mine, and in a heartbeat his lips were crashing into mine.

I began raising his shirt, feeling those muscular ridges under my fingertips.

God…

Just then, he pulled away from me, leaning up and still looking at me with those same hungry eyes. I remember being disappointed; I missed his crushing weight.

But it was only to pull his T-Shirt off. I did the same. I was kicking off my sneakers when he was undoing his belt and pulling down his zipper.

He then impatiently ripped off my jeans, boxers and all, and pressed himself back onto me.

It was in that moment that I realized that this was it. That it wasn't because of aggression why I fought. It was frustration. Frustration at knowing that no matter how hard I fought him, or fought alongside him, it would never be enough. Never be close enough. Not like this…

A drop of sweat dripped off his brow and onto mine as he burrowed into me. I don't recall him prepping me…

It was strange.

It hurt.

I liked it…God, I liked it…

I grabbed his hair. I had no idea how hard I was pulling…I doubted he cared. At some point I was digging my nails into his bare back, I don't recall when.

God, the feel of him… If it were at all possible, I wanted him closer to me.

I remember wanting to bite him. I caught his jaw between my teeth. I used the tip of my tongue to trail the sweat back to his lips…

Then he spasmed. The eyes that never left mine rolled back in his head. I wasn't far behind.

He collapsed onto me, his full weight bearing down on me. I reveled in it. I could feel his warm breath on my neck.

There were no words, just feeling.

We had reached an understanding no words could term.