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Behind Closed Doors	By : RanateMathais Category: M through R > Power Rangers Views: 5696 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Story Title: Behind Closed Doors

Chapter Title: From Blue to Blue

Author: ShiningMagi

Warnings: Graphic slash involving a minor

Pairings: Justin, Justin/Rocky

Summary: Justin deals with the side effects of growing when morphing, as well as those of the Power, with the help of a mentor.

Disclaimer: The characters and elements of Power Rangers do not belong to me; depending on whom, it's either Saban or Disney. Also, Observe the Viewing Globe doesn't belong to me.

Note: I'd initially come up with this story on my own, but I noticed that there were similarities to the Observe the Viewing Globe series and decided to preemptively credit it with first dibs. This can't fit in their universe, considering their Turbo explanations, but consider it fanfiction of a fanfiction series. As such, it's very much AU in that respect. Also, it's my first PWP. This is what happens when a Justin slash fan becomes of age.

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Justin slammed the door to his room, nearly tripping over himself as he fumbled with the lock. His breath came in short pants, and merely moving sent fire racing through his body. He was already so goddamn close...

He gripped his belt and attempted to unlatch it with shaking hands, but his fingers brushed against the tip of the bulge which tented the front of his already tight jeans, and he couldn't help the desperate moan which escaped his lips. His knees shook, weak from his burning need, and he only just barely managed to drop his pants before he fell onto his bed.

He was hot, way too hot. His briefs, already bulging obscenely with the length contained within, were wet with precum, and his erection continued to weep more of the milky fluid. Unable to help himself, he rubbed his fingertips over the very tip, staining his fingers, and brought them to his lips. The flavor which was so purely himself hit his tongue, and he greedily sucked until it disappeared. Burning even hotter now, he raised his shirt over his head and threw it off, falling back onto the soft covers which so contrasted his flushed, sweaty skin.

Justin trailed fingers up and down a developing physique, across the faint outline of abs and against exposed hipbones. He eventually came up to a chest with a hint of a tan, fingers swishing across pectorals just beginning to obtain definition, and came to one of his browned nipples, already hard and peaked.

Justin gasped as he pinched and rolled his fingers across the hardened nub, sending electric shocks throughout his body. His right hand crept down to the waistband of his briefs and he slowly, carefully, lifted it to free his cock.

But he didn't stop playing with his nipple, and the delicious friction the material wrought as it dragged across his erection was too much. His balls churned with his semen, and he had to stifle his moans as his orgasm washed over him. Cum shot out of his cock in numerous streams, streaking his torso in white. The first few shots splotched on his neck, the latter ones slowly decreasing until the final shot dribbled over his hand.

When Justin fell from his euphoric height, his body felt like it was over-sensitized. He could feel the covers beneath him, cold against his overheated skin. And then he looked down.

Amidst the cummy mess, his erection continued to pulse. He groaned as he switched hands, moving his left down to stroke his shaft lightly as his right came up to his mouth, where his tongue flicked out and lapped up what seed remained there.

It tasted even better than the precum had.

As he continued to pull at his cock, the burn in his belly growing stronger with the passing moment, his mind flashed to the others...

To Kat and Tanya, who, in the tight spandex of the Ranger suits, looked all the hotter. The material hugged their curves just right, highlighting their breasts as well as their rears and even the toned bodies Rangering gave them. Even as he fought, he couldn't help but notice the raw sexuality which was his teammates radiated.

Even Adam and Tommy.

Especially Adam and Tommy.

His cock gave another jolt as he remembered the large bulges he sometimes glimpsed in their pants, premorph or postmorph, as adrenaline overrode natural inhibitions and filled them with primal fury. He always wanted to touch them, lick them, taste the hard shafts beneath the materials as they wept cum until their milky payload...

Justin's eyes snapped open when he realized that he was sucking desperately on his fingers, as if they could replace one or even two of his teammate's cocks. But, even as he pressed them against his tongue, his fingers forming what would have been the opening at the very head, the taste of his cum had already disappeared and there was nothing left.

Whimpering, he let out another desperate moan. He wanted, he needed...

He needed something inside of him.

His fingers, slick from his saliva, travelled down his chest, drawing the cum which still stained his body. He drew his fingers down, beneath his erection where the other hand continued to move, to his balls, larger and heavier than anyone his age should have right to have. Justin then reached even below that and tickled his opening, feeling it twitch at the intrusion. Precum fell in ever increasing rivets, and he welcomed the extra moisture to smear across his cock. Even as his fingers pushed into the opening, ruthlessly going in and out, he couldn't help but desire for more, for either Adam or Tommy...

...or Rocky.

With Rocky's long, thick shaft tentatively pushing through his resisting hole before plunging into his depths, filling him to the brim... He could only imagine how it would feel to have all of it inside of him, to have the shaft push and push and push until it hit that spot which made his toes curl in pleasure, as his fingers did now.

At the height of his fantasy, he felt his cock jump in his hands and his balls tighten and he held it for as long as he could, held it until he felt like it was going to burst...

When he finally let go and let orgasm wash over him, he nearly blacked out from the intensity. He felt like he would never stop coming, shot after shot of cum flying everywhere in the air, on his bed, on him.

As Justin came to, he felt his hard shaft soften in his hands. Gasping now, he raised a cum-covered hand to his face, which was streaked with white. Cum ran in rivets across the faint outlines of abs and pecs, pooling in crevices and seeping into the sheets. Despite the afterglow of such an intense orgasm, he couldn't help but be unfulfilled.

Why was he feeling these things?

Logically, he suspected it was due to all of his morphing; the rush of growth hormones had effects on his body, like both an early onset of puberty as well as increased size. It would not be a stretch to believe it also increased his libido, even at his age.

However, even that explanation had its falsehoods.

One important thing, however...

Why had no one told him anything?

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Another battle, and he continued to feel so hot afterward. He barely got through the hangout period afterward; he never stood once, for fear that someone would see his erection which would sag when he forced it down, only to shoot right back up when he stopped concentrating on it. More than once, his teammates had looked at him weirdly when his voice shot up an octave in desperation to hide his arousal, and Kat had even asked if he was getting sick, with his flushed face and slight sweat.

Justin wondered idly if he was.

It didn't stop him from bolting as soon as he could, all but running away from the group. He ran as fast as his legs could carry him, though he stumbled due to the difficulties involved with running with a full-fledged hard-on in his pants. His movements were frenzied, panicked. He needed to find some place, some lonely, secluded place where he could get naked in a hurry and cum. He needed this so badly—badly enough that even the friction from his jeans, though acting as constraints, did nearly what his hand would do.

"Whoa there boy, stop." A cool arm wrapped around his shoulders and Justin nearly moaned as he realized how desperately he needed contact with someone—anyone. "Justin, what's wrong?"

Strong hands turned him around, and Justin's breath hitched in his throat. "Rocky," he breathed throatily.

Unwittingly, even in the haze of his own arousal, Justin gauged the man before him. Strong muscles lay coiled beneath a blue t-shirt, powerful biceps revealed for all to see. Pants which did little to hide the muscles of the legs, and tanned, deliciously tanned flesh. All of it topped off by a face which could and did break hearts.

"I'm—I'm," he hiccupped as he couldn't force the words out. "I'm—I can't..."

Rocky drew him into a tighter hug and began to speak, but his arm grazed Justin's erect nipples and it felt good, so good, that Justin couldn't help the moan which sounded from the back of his throat and reverberated throughout his entire body.

Rocky abruptly froze.

"Justin?"

"Let me go," Justin whispered. "I need to—some place, alone—" But his own body betrayed him—though he did everything he could to resist, he couldn't help but drag that arm again over his nipples and relished in the, if momentary, pleasure it afforded him.

"...not here."

Justin barely heard the words, so entranced he was by the feeling of another person touching him, but he did hear the reluctance in them, and he looked up with big brown eyes as Rocky's face. "You don't have to," he whispered. "Just take me home, and I'll—"

Rocky released a huge, shuddering breath. "No, it'll only get worse. C'mon."

Careful not to touch any erogenous regions (Justin found this to be quite a feat, considering how hot he was all over), Rocky quickly steered Justin to his apartment, apparently heedless of the sweat glistened on Justin's skin and the sounds of his hitched breath. Justin was more focused on the coolness of Rocky's hand on his shoulder anyway. The way Rocky put his hand, Justin found that he could push the arousal back a bit farther, clear his head a bit better. Once safely in his apartment, Rocky set Justin down on the couch before slumping across from him and groaning.

"Damn, a spike," he cursed to himself.

"What's that?" Without Rocky's physical presence, Justin was losing focus again to the haze. Never before had it been this strong—the need to grind himself against something until he came as hard as he could, to either fill or be filled. With a whimper, he began to rub his shirt against himself, teasing his overheated flesh even as he asked the question.

And Rocky explained. He explained the onset of hormones, the way that they built up and had to be realized, often sexually. He offered everything he knew about them, and then he explained how they were dealt with—all in a soft, slightly strangled voice which became tenser as time wore on.

"But, the others said that you weren't getting them." Rocky said as he looked away from the sight Justin made.

Justin knew how he looked, and it made him all the hotter. His hair plastered to his skin with sweat, his jeans bulging obscenely, and his shirt riding up to his chest as he couldn't help but tweak his nipples—his body demanded release, and damn it, Justin was going to give himself it. "Well, they're obviously wrong." He gave another little moan as he continued to twist the nubs on his chest, no longer pausing.

"All right, get in the bedroom." Justin's head shot up so fast that he almost forgot for a moment the heat. "You're spiking and I'm here to help you through it."

"But if you don't..."

"...I want to." Rocky knelt, and when Justin looked into his eyes there was a love shining through them. "Look, Justin, you're going through something that you don't understand, and that you can't handle alone. Granted, this isn't the best of circumstances, but I'm going to help you. I care about you Justin, too much to let something like this get in the way. I just want you to remember that this doesn't mean we're in a relationship."

Duly noted, Justin impressed in his mind, because he didn't want one either—he just wanted release. He felt himself being lifted by strong arms and taken into a bedroom, the door locked safely behind them. On top of a bed which squeaked every so often, Justin found himself on top of Rocky, on top of the broad chest and firm body.

"Do you want to explore?" Rocky asked with a grin tinged with newfound arousal. "Or... do you want to feel?" Calloused fingers ran across hard nipples, skirting over the areolas and rolling the nubs between fingertips. Justin couldn't help the low keening sound at the back of his throat, mewling as deft fingers travelled down his sides.

"I," he gasped out, "want... to feel."

Rocky's mouth soon attached to Justin's neck, a wet warmth which made Justin's skin tingle. "Then sit back, and let me do everything. I'm going to make your first time memorable." His smile was only slightly tinged with arousal, good humor shining through.

Their positions reversed now, Justin felt the bed to his back as Rocky lifted his shirt over his head and exposed his torso. Justin twitched as Rocky peppered kisses up and down his torso, and, even in the haze of heat, he couldn't help but giggle at tickling sensation the actions caused.

"Like that?" Rocky grinned.

Justin couldn't help but giggle again when Rocky's nose buried itself in his side... except when Rocky brushed that certain spot with his tongue that made his voice raise an octave and shatter in a squeak. Almost mortified enough to forget how hot he was, he nearly buried his face in his hands.

A devilish smile crossed Rocky's face as his lapped up the sweat on Justin's side, searching for that spot once more. Justin twitched as the tongue crossed over to his abs, and another squeak travelled all the way up his stomach, making his abs convulse, and escaped his lips.

"So, you have sensitive abs, huh?" Rocky grinned as he traced over the muscles with a fingernail, the delicate touch causing a mewling sound to erupt from the back of his throat.

"Please," Justin begged. "I need..."

"All right." Rocky's fingers tugged at Justin's belt, even as he kissed and sucked at Justin's neck. Justin couldn't help the shiver that went up his spine as his pants slid off his legs, and his erection, barely clothed by his briefs, shot into the air. "Wow, you're pretty big."

A clear blush, prominent even against the general flush, shot across his face.

Rocky's mouth closed in over the cloth, already soaked with precum. His mouth danced along the rigid shaft, applying pressure here and there that made Justin's hips jerk and fists clench into the covers. He couldn't help the moans and groans he utters, babbling incoherent words as he was lost in the pleasure of it all. Heat pooled in his loins as Rocky slowly, sensuously, dragged his briefs across the exposed head, down the long shaft and smearing precum all along it. Rocky began to lap up the milky fluid seeping down, up and down until his hot breath encircled the head.

Justin gave out a strangled moan and then Rocky's mouth fell, wrapping his tongue around the head. He slowly went down, swallowing more of the shaft as he went, and Justin began to thrash from the pleasure the action caused. And then Rocky receded until he was at the head, taking the time to swallow the spit and precum in his mouth as it began to overflow and slide down Justin's cock. Rocky's mouth then glided down again before bobbing gently.

The gentle rocking motion was the last straw. "I'm, I'm gonna—"

Rocky immediately pulled up until the head rested on his tongue just as Justin's orgasm washed over him. The first spray fired so hard that Rocky could feel it hit the back of his throat, and the ones that followed it quickly filled his mouth to capacity. Not expecting such a large volume, Rocky coughed and Justin's erection spasmed free, spraying his face liberally with cum. It continued on as such, cum firing out of cock as it coated his face, until the last few shots dribbled back down.

Rocky now knew what sort of niche Justin would fill. Each of the Rangers had a different sort of physical trait which made them stand out from the rest. Justin's would definitely be his potency; he'd never seen so much cum from one orgasm, and Justin was still young. It was trailing across his nose, sliding down his cheeks and dripping back down onto Justin's now half-hard erection.

As well as staining his shirt.

"Damn," Rocky muttered as he stared at the cum stains on his collar. Justin gave a breathless laugh as he sat up.

"Maybe I should have explored first." Justin grinned.

"Ha ha," Rocky snarked. "How's it feeling?"

"Better than the last time," Justin admitted. "I feel better than I normally do after I have to cum more than once a day."

"...wait." Rocky stared hard at the younger Ranger. "You come at least once a day?"

Justin shifted guiltily. "For the last couple of weeks, I've jerked off at least once a day. After a battle, it takes two or three times in a row before I can stop."

"Sh—crap," Rocky breathed. "I didn't think..."

"Can I explore now?" Justin's voice was perhaps a bit too eager as he slipped out from beneath Rocky. With a tiny grin, he gave Rocky a sloppy kiss on the cheek, lapping up some of his own cum as he did so. "Tastes good, huh?"

Rocky agreed as he licked the remnants off of his lips, letting the topic go. "You want to explore?"

Justin nodded as he gave Rocky's cheek another shy kiss. Rocky maneuvered himself beneath Justin's body, very conscious of Justin's heated gaze. Clumsy fingers pulled lightly at the buttons of his shirt, slowly unbuttoning them until they were free.

"Rocky," Justin murmured, "do you know how hot you look right now?" His fingers trailed across the still clothed torso, feeling the strong slabs of muscle beneath tense in response. Justin was gratified when from Rocky's lips escaped a slight moan, and he grinned as he divested Rocky of both his shirts. Large pecs and defined abs beneath him, Justin couldn't help but tweak at the nipples, rubbing them until they were as hard as his own. He explored and dips and crevasses in the muscles, feeling the ribcage expand and compress with each hitched breath.

But he knew what he wanted.

Carefully, he dragged his hand down Rocky's side until he got to the top of the pants. The crotch was bulging already, and Justin leaned down to kiss the pulsing head, feeling it throb against his lips. He quickly divested Rocky of his pants until Rocky's erection bobbed at eye-level. Just as he lowered his mouth to breathe over the head, Rocky's hands stopped him.

"Can't let you do that," he murmured with hitched breath. "That's one of the things I can't... I can't allow you to do."

"But..."

"There's a bottle in the nightstand. I think..." But Justin was there in a flash, rummaging through it and coming up with his prize: a bottle of lube, half empty. "Pour that on your fingers and cock, and then, uh..."

"Yeah." A clear brush stretching across his face, with eyes darkened by reawakened arousal, Justin did as he was told, feeling the slick liquid cover his hard shaft. He then trailed a finger beneath Rocky's erection, down the heavy sac which he gave a quick kiss to, before rubbing at that spot right beneath it and causing Rocky to shudder and moan. His fingertip circled Rocky's puckered hole, which twitched at his ministrations, before plunging inside.

The feel of it was strange but not unwanted. As Justin pistoned his finger in and out, he looked up and found Rocky clenching the sheets around him. It was exceedingly hot and Justin nearly lost another load right there. He decided to focus more on Rocky, adding in another finger and moving those two about.

Rocky's long moan as he began to drive himself against the intruding fingers shot straight to his cock, which twitched and released a small jet of precum.

"I'm ready. Just—"

And there didn't need to be any words as Justin slowly eased himself inside the warmth. Instantly, the sensation of heat overwhelmed him. He groaned as Rocky gripped him tightly, almost drawing him closer out of necessity.

"God, Rocky, it feels so good!" Justin threw his head back and moaned as he slowly prodded deeper.

"Yes, that's it!" Rocky urged, his legs coming to rest behind Justin.

Once he was fully sheathed inside Rocky, Justin stopped and took a deep breath to control himself. Part of him wanted to simply thrust in and out with wild abandon, but another part of him urged to take it slow. He slowly drew his cock out until it only the head remained and then thrust back in with a slap, eliciting another groan from Rocky.

"You can go faster," he grunted.

Slowly, Justin found his rhythm, even within the heat. He had to force himself to draw this out longer because he wanted it this way. Gripping Rocky's legs tighter, he couldn't help the way that Rocky's body, clamping down on his dick, spasming with every thrust, seemed to want to wrest his orgasm from him. Especially Rocky's grunts, moans, and dirty words of encouragement which causes Justin to both blush and grow even more aroused.

Eventually, even this stimulation was too much for him.

"Rocky, I'm gonna— Where...?"

"Where ever you want," Rocky told him, opening his eyes to stare straight at Justin, focusing entirely on him.

The scrutiny in the feverish gaze was too much for him to handle. With a strangled moan, he felt balls churn and his dick expand inside the body beneath him and then he came with the hardest orgasm he'd ever felt. He came, and came, and came, almost to the point of blacking out. He came so much that he filled Rocky up and it started leaking out around him, staining the sheets. Groaning in satisfaction, Justin nearly collapsed forward, until he realized that Rocky still hadn't come yet.

"Justin—" Rocky gasped, "I—"

"If you won't let me give you a blowjob, at least let me do this." With fading strength, Justin's hands touch Rocky's hard, bobbing shaft, already slick with precum. He pumped a few times, slowly and first before speeding up and then slowing again, until Rocky body gave an entire shudder and Justin's stroked him so slowly, so good that orgasm hit him, cum flying into the air to cover his body with his seed.

Justin took once last look at Rocky. Cum still stained his face from his first time, joined by the steaks of white he himself put there, pooling into the abs and slowly slipping onto the sheets. But what made it so hot was the load leaking out of his ass, oozing from the hole stretched open. And knowing that he put it there filled Justin with as much satisfaction as relief.

With a happy sigh, he slid next to Rocky, heedless of the wet sheets soiled by semen and sweat. "I feel so much better now."

"You should," Rocky grinned with a tad feral edge. "That's what needs to happen when the spike hits you."

"Do I have too—" Right now, Justin didn't want to share this with anyone else. For one thing, he trusted Rocky far more than any of the other Rangers with his personal life.

"If you spike again, you should try going to the others; they'll understand. But..." Here Rocky shifted, looking Justin in the eye. "You can search me out first, if it's not too bad, all right? We Blue's have to stick together."

"Thanks!" Justin grinned and gave him a quick, slimy hug. "This was... really good. So much better than my hands."

"Ha!" Rocky laughed, "I surely hope so. Don't you dare compare me to your hand! And besides, I didn't do it alone." Rocky pinched Justin in the side. "You'll definitely be hot in a few years."

"You think?"

"I know."

"But you'll only get older!" Justin stuck out his tongue on a whim, feeling giggly in his post-orgasmic bliss.

"Hey!" Rocky cried mock-indignantly. "I'll get you for that!" His hand reached ticklish sides, and Justin's laughter soon rang out through the entire room.

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Before this, his hormones were hell on him. But now, with someone else to help him through, Justin felt that things were a lot better. And he had a feeling he'd make a lot more good memories now of these side effects of Rangering. Especially with his fellow Blue Ranger as his side, helping him every step of the way.

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Notes: Please no pedo flames. Think of Justin as a fellow Ranger in need, not as a child.
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