10_hurt_comfort fic: "Balls Deep In A Dream", Bridge/Sky smut, NC-17
Title: Balls Deep In A Dream
Author: shurifanstuffs
Fandom & Pairing Power Rangers S.P.D., Bridge/Sky
Prompt: #4 Lust
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Sky catches Bridge in the middle of a very private fantasy, but it doesn't have the consequences Bridge believes it will...
Notes: HI HAVE SOME PORN! Thanks to KK for betaing.
Bridge knew it was mean, petty, and not like him at all to be happy that Sky had night watch that day. After all, night watch meant little sleep for his teammate, which was brutal when there was training to be had the next day. Though in top physical shape, Sky would probably still collapse after everything was done tomorrow- especially if there was a monster attack. Not only that, but he'd be even crankier than usual because he was tired.
However... Bridge also had needs.
Certain urges that had to be satisfied in private. Urges that were perfectly normal, but hard and embarrassing to get rid of when someone else was sleeping in the room.
And he was still thinking of Sky as prepared to "get to work", though in a very different way. A good way, but a different one. A way that allowed his mind (and powers) to be tuned to absolutely nothing except the wonderful images running through it, to physical pleasure.
He lay back on his bed, a dreamy expression on his face, one hand supporting his head while the other hand, devoid of its usual leather glove, snaked underneath the waistband of his pajamas, as he had done many times before. He wrapped a hand around his own cock, feeling the length and girth of it before gently stroking it a few times, willing it to come to life. He began to think of Sky more and more now- or maybe "fantasize" was a better word.
Bridge would rather die than admit to anybody, especially Sky himself, that he had a crush on his teammate, naturally. Mostly because he was quite sure that it would never be reciprocated- that it was against regulations, or Sky didn't swing that way...
He shook his head. No time to think about that now. He shoved those doubts out of his mind, re-focused on what he wanted, even allowed himself a few soft moans of pleasure aloud. After all, nobody was likely to hear if he was quiet enough, and the Academy walls seemed to shut sound out fairly well. Sky wasn't due back for a while, either- and he definitely wouldn't skip out a bit early, like his teammates tended to do.
Closer.
Closer.
Bridge couldn't help a louder moan escaping as he masturbated, even though he knew he shouldn't be taking a chance like that, but he was going to climax soon... he was going to come, and come hard...
closer...
on edge...
"Nrrrgh... Sky," he almost shouted as he came...
...and at that precise moment, the door opened.
SHIT, SHIT, SHIT, SHIT, SHIT-
Bridge barely had time to sit up and pull his sheet over himself before Sky walked in, looking exhausted and- Bridge's heart sank- puzzled.
He heard.
"Did you... just call my name?" Sky wondered, glancing at Bridge down on the bed.
The room was dark. Maybe he wouldn't see the incriminating evidence still very present in Bridge's lap, see his flushed skin and sweaty forehead...
Hopefully.
Even though the room was filled with light- streetlights, and the brightness of the full moon outside.
No, surely he wouldn't...
"Ah... hi," said Bridge, quickly trying to think of a cover. "I was just, ah, having a dream, you see. A bad one."
"Uh-huh."
"You were getting eaten by this giant monster... shaped like... like, ah, like an ear of corn."
"...Uh-HUH."
He's talking in that I-don't-believe-a-word-you're-saying voice. Shitshitshitshitshit...
"So. Uhm. I'm gonna go back to sleep now." Bridge gave a nervous laugh and lay back down, trying to cover up the evidence better. It was too little, too late, he knew. Sky, however, shrugged and said nothing more until he'd changed into his pyjamas and gotten into bed.
"You don't have to lie, Bridge," he said abruptly. "I mean, it's pretty obvious what you were doing."
Bridge suddenly felt like he was going to cry... or die from embarrassment.
"It's perfectly normal," Sky went on, his voice surprisingly casual. "You do it, I do it, Jack does it... you don't need to be ashamed."
"Oh... okay... ...sure."
"Goodnight, Bridge."
"Night..."
However, Bridge was awake for a long time after that, first cleaning himself up a bit before he lay back on his bed, staring out the window, wondering why Sky hadn't been in the least bit disgusted by what he'd seen. He was smart- he'd probably heard his name, seen what Bridge was up to, and put two and two together.
Yet he'd said nothing...
Why couldn't you have been more careful, though? he berated himself. Half the base probably heard you at the end, all because you couldn't control yourself. You know you're never going to have him... you should find something else to fantasize about from now on.
* * *
The other Rangers (except maybe Sky) couldn't understand why Bridge was so surly, quiet, and snippy the next day. Any attempt to ask him what was wrong was met with a curt "I slept badly" and a subject change, so that they quickly learned to just stop bringing it up.
Sky wouldn't even talk to him.
He knew exactly why.
You're a fool. He's probably going to request a room change now... or a transfer to another squad... or...
Bridge's bad mood that day had other consequences, too. He unintentionally snapped at the Commander, earning him a lecture about how to treat others and how sleeping badly was no excuse for rudeness... and received half a night of night watch as punishment.
When he came back to his and Sky's room after his shift on watch, feeling surlier than he ever imagined he could feel because he was genuinely very tired now, he was surprised to find that Sky was awake and apparently waiting for him. He had his reading lamp on and was immersed in a book, though he shut it as soon as Bridge had entered, setting it down on his nightstand and politely averting his eyes while Bridge got changed for bed.
Bridge couldn't look at him for too long, though. As soon as he was changed, he lay facing away from Sky, not even addressing him, not asking the questions forming in his mind, even though they both knew that Sky was and always had been strictly an "early to bed, early to rise" person. He screwed his eyes shut, feeling his stomach twist- with nervousness, perhaps even guilt and shame at their encounter the previous night.
"Bridge?"
He was going to pretend he was asleep. Yeah. Even though he'd just lay down a moment ago.
"Don't even try and ignore me or pretend that you can't hear me. We need to talk."
Bridge rolled over. OK, so maybe it wouldn't be about-
"About last night."
Alright. He'd have to deal with it sooner or later, he guessed, and maybe sooner was better than later even though he'd rather discuss it later as in "never"...
"I'm not creeped out or anything," Sky went on. Bridge rolled over, not even trying to disguise his shock, mouth falling open. "Like I said... it's a perfectly normal thing to do. I just... were... were you thinking about ME when you were doing it?" Bridge pursed his lips, still not wanting to meet Sky's gaze.
You'll never have him, he intoned. Especially not after something like this.
He didn't realize that tears were falling from his eyes until Sky had gotten up, come over to Bridge, reached up to wipe them away.
"I'm sorry," Bridge mumbled. "It's just... that was really intensely private, and I never imagined you were going to walk in on me, and now... now I don't know if our relationship can ever be the same again..." He bit his lip as more tears fell.
"Why wouldn't it be the same again?" Sky asked, his eyebrows furrowing.
"Isn't that obvious?" Bridge mumbled. "You probably hate me now..."
"Stop that." He finally looked into Sky's gaze, fully expecting him to be angry... confused, maybe... anything but sympathetic and- Bridge's heart leapt- behind the sympathy, he could see something in Sky's eyes.
Lust.
His mouth fell open again.
"It's okay, Bridge. Honestly it is. I just... never knew you felt that way about me." Bridge gave a slightly twisted smile in return.
"I never told you because I thought you would mind," he said. "After all, inter-S.P.D. relationships are frowned upon, and you're never one to break the rules... well, I'd never say never because you have before, especially since becoming a Ranger. Uhm, there's also the little... two-guys thing..." Bridge could feel himself going red, then his eyes widened when Sky reached over to cup his cheek, realization smacking him like a ton of bricks. "...Don't tell me..."
"Yeah." Any more questions Bridge could think of were silenced when Sky's mouth suddenly closed on his own, a deep, passionate kiss that somehow told Bridge more than words ever could. He then found himself scooting over to make room as Sky climbed into his bed, the two bodies almost comfortably fitting the bunk. Sky pulled Bridge in for another kiss, this one even more heated than the first one. "Haven't been able to stop thinking about you since yesterday," he mumbled against Bridge's lips. "Want you so bad..."
"Sky..."
But he couldn't spare any time to wonder why and how because Sky's hands had wandered underneath his shirt, began to play with his nipples, and Bridge panted, taking his gloves off to feel the desire between them, electric. Real. Not a fantasy this time.
"Bridge... how far will you let me go?"
"As far as you want," said Bridge, before he could stop himself. Soon their green and blue t-shirts lay discarded next to the bed, and they were exploring one anothers' bodies with their hands. Bridge was almost overwhelmed by the sensations he felt, as the more Sky teased at his body, sucked on his ear, kissed down his face, nipped at his neck; he wasn't sure if it was his own lust or Sky's that was making him feel that way. Sky then tugged at Bridge's waistband, and he understood, helping Sky get his pajama pants off, then his boxers... and needing no second bidding, did the same for Sky's own clothing.
Now both were nude.
Bridge nearly fainted with pleasure, and thought he could have come from the mere sensation of Sky's fingers wrapping around his already-erect cock, nothing more, simply getting to know the feeling of it in his hand... then he guided Bridge's hand forward with his free one, and he did what he was silently asked to do, stroking Sky's cock to get it fully up before also taking his length, holding it there.
Then, as if given some invisible signal, the two began to masturbate each other.
Bridge's senses were soon muddled, and he could barely think of anything, close to the edge due to the simple fact that Sky was there, jacking him off, driven even closer to coming by the feelings he got from Sky in return, so that he barely noticed when Sky gently pulled his hand away, scooted down on the bed.
"On your back." Bridge complied, coming back to reality enough to see that Sky was kissing his way down his chest, those beautiful lips working on his own flesh. "Let me suck you..." Bridge tilted his head back, and Sky needed no further consent. His tongue swirled around the tip of Bridge's cock once, twice, before those lips were wrapped around his teeth, closing in-
Bridge came, shooting his load into Sky's mouth, and barely had time to think about this before Sky had scooted back up, inviting Bridge to finish what he'd started. He took Sky's cock in his hand once more and steadily jerked him off, rewarded a few minutes later when Sky's eyes rolled back into his head and he thrust forward, releasing all over himself. Bridge finally lay back on the bed and grunted when all of his muscles relaxed at once, an uplifted expression on his face.
Reality was much better than any fantasies had been...
"Good?" Sky asked, almost shy, shaking him out of the blissful place his head had occupied, and he nodded silently, noticing that Sky was red-faced as he found a towel and helped both of them clean up. When he picked up their discarded clothing and gave Bridge's back to him, Bridge saw that Sky was wearing an expression he had never seen on him before- the lust behind his eyes was gone, replaced by a look of affection, of adoration... perhaps even admiration.
"Thank you," said Bridge after a while.
"...Thank you, too." The two got dressed and Sky went to lay down in his bunk, but he hesitated. "Uhm... this might sound like a stupid question, Bridge, especially after that, but do you mind if... if we... uhm... you know..."
"Snuggle?" Bridge asked with a sleepy smile. Sky snorted derisively, but he still got back into bed with Bridge, pulling him close with gentleness this time, resting his chin on top of the other man's head- and at that moment, Bridge knew it was just the beginning.
(Cross-posted to 10_hurt_comfort)
Author: shurifanstuffs
Fandom & Pairing Power Rangers S.P.D., Bridge/Sky
Prompt: #4 Lust
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Sky catches Bridge in the middle of a very private fantasy, but it doesn't have the consequences Bridge believes it will...
Notes: HI HAVE SOME PORN! Thanks to KK for betaing.
Bridge knew it was mean, petty, and not like him at all to be happy that Sky had night watch that day. After all, night watch meant little sleep for his teammate, which was brutal when there was training to be had the next day. Though in top physical shape, Sky would probably still collapse after everything was done tomorrow- especially if there was a monster attack. Not only that, but he'd be even crankier than usual because he was tired.
However... Bridge also had needs.
Certain urges that had to be satisfied in private. Urges that were perfectly normal, but hard and embarrassing to get rid of when someone else was sleeping in the room.
And he was still thinking of Sky as prepared to "get to work", though in a very different way. A good way, but a different one. A way that allowed his mind (and powers) to be tuned to absolutely nothing except the wonderful images running through it, to physical pleasure.
He lay back on his bed, a dreamy expression on his face, one hand supporting his head while the other hand, devoid of its usual leather glove, snaked underneath the waistband of his pajamas, as he had done many times before. He wrapped a hand around his own cock, feeling the length and girth of it before gently stroking it a few times, willing it to come to life. He began to think of Sky more and more now- or maybe "fantasize" was a better word.
Bridge would rather die than admit to anybody, especially Sky himself, that he had a crush on his teammate, naturally. Mostly because he was quite sure that it would never be reciprocated- that it was against regulations, or Sky didn't swing that way...
He shook his head. No time to think about that now. He shoved those doubts out of his mind, re-focused on what he wanted, even allowed himself a few soft moans of pleasure aloud. After all, nobody was likely to hear if he was quiet enough, and the Academy walls seemed to shut sound out fairly well. Sky wasn't due back for a while, either- and he definitely wouldn't skip out a bit early, like his teammates tended to do.
Closer.
Closer.
Bridge couldn't help a louder moan escaping as he masturbated, even though he knew he shouldn't be taking a chance like that, but he was going to climax soon... he was going to come, and come hard...
closer...
on edge...
"Nrrrgh... Sky," he almost shouted as he came...
...and at that precise moment, the door opened.
SHIT, SHIT, SHIT, SHIT, SHIT-
Bridge barely had time to sit up and pull his sheet over himself before Sky walked in, looking exhausted and- Bridge's heart sank- puzzled.
He heard.
"Did you... just call my name?" Sky wondered, glancing at Bridge down on the bed.
The room was dark. Maybe he wouldn't see the incriminating evidence still very present in Bridge's lap, see his flushed skin and sweaty forehead...
Hopefully.
Even though the room was filled with light- streetlights, and the brightness of the full moon outside.
No, surely he wouldn't...
"Ah... hi," said Bridge, quickly trying to think of a cover. "I was just, ah, having a dream, you see. A bad one."
"Uh-huh."
"You were getting eaten by this giant monster... shaped like... like, ah, like an ear of corn."
"...Uh-HUH."
He's talking in that I-don't-believe-a-word-you're-saying voice. Shitshitshitshitshit...
"So. Uhm. I'm gonna go back to sleep now." Bridge gave a nervous laugh and lay back down, trying to cover up the evidence better. It was too little, too late, he knew. Sky, however, shrugged and said nothing more until he'd changed into his pyjamas and gotten into bed.
"You don't have to lie, Bridge," he said abruptly. "I mean, it's pretty obvious what you were doing."
Bridge suddenly felt like he was going to cry... or die from embarrassment.
"It's perfectly normal," Sky went on, his voice surprisingly casual. "You do it, I do it, Jack does it... you don't need to be ashamed."
"Oh... okay... ...sure."
"Goodnight, Bridge."
"Night..."
However, Bridge was awake for a long time after that, first cleaning himself up a bit before he lay back on his bed, staring out the window, wondering why Sky hadn't been in the least bit disgusted by what he'd seen. He was smart- he'd probably heard his name, seen what Bridge was up to, and put two and two together.
Yet he'd said nothing...
Why couldn't you have been more careful, though? he berated himself. Half the base probably heard you at the end, all because you couldn't control yourself. You know you're never going to have him... you should find something else to fantasize about from now on.
* * *
The other Rangers (except maybe Sky) couldn't understand why Bridge was so surly, quiet, and snippy the next day. Any attempt to ask him what was wrong was met with a curt "I slept badly" and a subject change, so that they quickly learned to just stop bringing it up.
Sky wouldn't even talk to him.
He knew exactly why.
You're a fool. He's probably going to request a room change now... or a transfer to another squad... or...
Bridge's bad mood that day had other consequences, too. He unintentionally snapped at the Commander, earning him a lecture about how to treat others and how sleeping badly was no excuse for rudeness... and received half a night of night watch as punishment.
When he came back to his and Sky's room after his shift on watch, feeling surlier than he ever imagined he could feel because he was genuinely very tired now, he was surprised to find that Sky was awake and apparently waiting for him. He had his reading lamp on and was immersed in a book, though he shut it as soon as Bridge had entered, setting it down on his nightstand and politely averting his eyes while Bridge got changed for bed.
Bridge couldn't look at him for too long, though. As soon as he was changed, he lay facing away from Sky, not even addressing him, not asking the questions forming in his mind, even though they both knew that Sky was and always had been strictly an "early to bed, early to rise" person. He screwed his eyes shut, feeling his stomach twist- with nervousness, perhaps even guilt and shame at their encounter the previous night.
"Bridge?"
He was going to pretend he was asleep. Yeah. Even though he'd just lay down a moment ago.
"Don't even try and ignore me or pretend that you can't hear me. We need to talk."
Bridge rolled over. OK, so maybe it wouldn't be about-
"About last night."
Alright. He'd have to deal with it sooner or later, he guessed, and maybe sooner was better than later even though he'd rather discuss it later as in "never"...
"I'm not creeped out or anything," Sky went on. Bridge rolled over, not even trying to disguise his shock, mouth falling open. "Like I said... it's a perfectly normal thing to do. I just... were... were you thinking about ME when you were doing it?" Bridge pursed his lips, still not wanting to meet Sky's gaze.
You'll never have him, he intoned. Especially not after something like this.
He didn't realize that tears were falling from his eyes until Sky had gotten up, come over to Bridge, reached up to wipe them away.
"I'm sorry," Bridge mumbled. "It's just... that was really intensely private, and I never imagined you were going to walk in on me, and now... now I don't know if our relationship can ever be the same again..." He bit his lip as more tears fell.
"Why wouldn't it be the same again?" Sky asked, his eyebrows furrowing.
"Isn't that obvious?" Bridge mumbled. "You probably hate me now..."
"Stop that." He finally looked into Sky's gaze, fully expecting him to be angry... confused, maybe... anything but sympathetic and- Bridge's heart leapt- behind the sympathy, he could see something in Sky's eyes.
Lust.
His mouth fell open again.
"It's okay, Bridge. Honestly it is. I just... never knew you felt that way about me." Bridge gave a slightly twisted smile in return.
"I never told you because I thought you would mind," he said. "After all, inter-S.P.D. relationships are frowned upon, and you're never one to break the rules... well, I'd never say never because you have before, especially since becoming a Ranger. Uhm, there's also the little... two-guys thing..." Bridge could feel himself going red, then his eyes widened when Sky reached over to cup his cheek, realization smacking him like a ton of bricks. "...Don't tell me..."
"Yeah." Any more questions Bridge could think of were silenced when Sky's mouth suddenly closed on his own, a deep, passionate kiss that somehow told Bridge more than words ever could. He then found himself scooting over to make room as Sky climbed into his bed, the two bodies almost comfortably fitting the bunk. Sky pulled Bridge in for another kiss, this one even more heated than the first one. "Haven't been able to stop thinking about you since yesterday," he mumbled against Bridge's lips. "Want you so bad..."
"Sky..."
But he couldn't spare any time to wonder why and how because Sky's hands had wandered underneath his shirt, began to play with his nipples, and Bridge panted, taking his gloves off to feel the desire between them, electric. Real. Not a fantasy this time.
"Bridge... how far will you let me go?"
"As far as you want," said Bridge, before he could stop himself. Soon their green and blue t-shirts lay discarded next to the bed, and they were exploring one anothers' bodies with their hands. Bridge was almost overwhelmed by the sensations he felt, as the more Sky teased at his body, sucked on his ear, kissed down his face, nipped at his neck; he wasn't sure if it was his own lust or Sky's that was making him feel that way. Sky then tugged at Bridge's waistband, and he understood, helping Sky get his pajama pants off, then his boxers... and needing no second bidding, did the same for Sky's own clothing.
Now both were nude.
Bridge nearly fainted with pleasure, and thought he could have come from the mere sensation of Sky's fingers wrapping around his already-erect cock, nothing more, simply getting to know the feeling of it in his hand... then he guided Bridge's hand forward with his free one, and he did what he was silently asked to do, stroking Sky's cock to get it fully up before also taking his length, holding it there.
Then, as if given some invisible signal, the two began to masturbate each other.
Bridge's senses were soon muddled, and he could barely think of anything, close to the edge due to the simple fact that Sky was there, jacking him off, driven even closer to coming by the feelings he got from Sky in return, so that he barely noticed when Sky gently pulled his hand away, scooted down on the bed.
"On your back." Bridge complied, coming back to reality enough to see that Sky was kissing his way down his chest, those beautiful lips working on his own flesh. "Let me suck you..." Bridge tilted his head back, and Sky needed no further consent. His tongue swirled around the tip of Bridge's cock once, twice, before those lips were wrapped around his teeth, closing in-
Bridge came, shooting his load into Sky's mouth, and barely had time to think about this before Sky had scooted back up, inviting Bridge to finish what he'd started. He took Sky's cock in his hand once more and steadily jerked him off, rewarded a few minutes later when Sky's eyes rolled back into his head and he thrust forward, releasing all over himself. Bridge finally lay back on the bed and grunted when all of his muscles relaxed at once, an uplifted expression on his face.
Reality was much better than any fantasies had been...
"Good?" Sky asked, almost shy, shaking him out of the blissful place his head had occupied, and he nodded silently, noticing that Sky was red-faced as he found a towel and helped both of them clean up. When he picked up their discarded clothing and gave Bridge's back to him, Bridge saw that Sky was wearing an expression he had never seen on him before- the lust behind his eyes was gone, replaced by a look of affection, of adoration... perhaps even admiration.
"Thank you," said Bridge after a while.
"...Thank you, too." The two got dressed and Sky went to lay down in his bunk, but he hesitated. "Uhm... this might sound like a stupid question, Bridge, especially after that, but do you mind if... if we... uhm... you know..."
"Snuggle?" Bridge asked with a sleepy smile. Sky snorted derisively, but he still got back into bed with Bridge, pulling him close with gentleness this time, resting his chin on top of the other man's head- and at that moment, Bridge knew it was just the beginning.
(Cross-posted to 10_hurt_comfort)