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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Power_Rangers_Dino_Charge
  Relationship:
      Riley_Griffin/Chase_Randall
  Character:
      Riley_Griffin, Chase_Randall
  Additional Tags:
      Smut, Yass_Smut, Porn_with_an_indistinct_lack_of_plot, What_is_Plot?,
      What_Was_I_Thinking?, What_Have_I_Done, Deflowering_this_fandom
  Stats:
      Published: 2015-07-19 Chapters: 1/? Words: 1240
****** Sometimes i dream ******
by FrozenFire
Summary
     “You are mine Baby Ranger, get used to this” hot breath burns his
     sensitive flesh and a particularly harsh thrust sends bright colors
     behind his now closed eyelids.
     “Yes! I'm Yours Chase...”
     ______________________________________________________________________________
     I wont even try to pretend this is more than smut, it might be though
Notes
     So, ask and you shall recieve... Extremely poorly written smut (who
     said that?)
     Like, seriously guys. Forgive me for taking Riley's fictiional
     virginity, i had to get this out of my system. 'sides we all know
     that in cannon they are banging each other wildly, so why not?
     Anyways, without further ado...
     ............
See the end of the work for more notes
“Oh God Chase!” the moan fills the air of the darkened room, accompanying the
creaking of a bed and raged breathing.
He is pinned beneath Chase's body; his legs wrapped tightly around the strong
waist, ankles hooked over the firm buttocks as the older male pounds into his
body, sending jolts of searing pleasure through his pliant body. The bigger man
bites his neck and a pitiful whimper escapes his mouth as a talented tongue
soothes the pain.
His head feels fuzzy and his ability to think seems to be lost in the mind-
numbing pleasure he feels as the other owns his body in a way he could not have
pictured in his wildest, dirtiest fantasies, everything he can think about is
Chase: around him, inside him, making him feel nothing but ecstasy.
“Just look at you” the older groans huskily, biting his earlobe and eliciting
the most embarrassing mewl from deep down his chest. Skilled fingers find one
of his nipples and pinch it in a way that makes him moan the black ranger’s
name brokenly. “Have other people seen you like this Riley?” the voice sounds
like liquid velvet and the movement of his hips grows in speed.
“N-n-no!” he stutters, marveling at how his brain still seems to be functioning
through the burning haze Chase seems to have unleashed onto his entire being,
he shakes his head, just for extra measure and counts it as a win when the
older ranger lets out a purr-like sound. “Just you” he admits, shame long gone.
“Open your eyes Riley” Chase whispers in his ear, and he does. Almost too
quickly, and finds Chase's hazel eyes looking at him with unadulterated lust,
his irises almost completely covered by his blown-out pupils, his hair looks
disheveled and his cheeks slightly flushed. He looks mind bogglingly beautiful;
sweaty and the glimmering drops that make every muscle seem magnified, the
sinful picture forever engraved in his mind.
“Touch me” Riley pleads, a warm hand wraps around his manhood and a yelp of the
other man's nameescapes his lips. Chase only chuckles , darkly almost.
“You are mine Baby Ranger, get used to this” hot breath burns his sensitive
flesh and a particularly harsh thrust sends bright colors behind his now closed
eyelids. The black ranger bites the place where his shoulder meets his neck and
his body arches out of the bed, trying to get even closer to the larger one.
“Yes! Yours Chase, just...” his voice dissolves into a scream as the black
ranger hits a spot inside of him, sending him sprawling into a whirlwind of
mind-numbing bliss. His blunt nails dig hard into Chase's shoulders, but that
only seems to encourage the black ranger to thrust even harder, rubbing
incessantly against that place over and over again.
An unfamiliar sensation settles deep down in his belly, his throat feels tight
and his heart beating harshly against his rib cage. Riley’s breathing comes out
in punched gasps timed perfectly with the Black Ranger's pounding. His hands
find themselves tangled in the other's mousy hair, pulling him into a messy
kiss that is mostly tongue and clashing teeth. Chase bites his lower lip softly
and he lets out a mewl, legs tightening instinctively around the others back,
pushing him even further inside of the tight heat.
They spend the next few minutes just like that. Thrust, plead, thrust, groan,
saying each other's names, “yes”, thrust and kiss... he wants to carry on like
this forever, but he feels himself getting closer and closer, his climax
hastily approaching.
“Chase... I won't last much longer!” he groans breathily as the other peppers
kisses on his jaw-line, licking and nipping softly at his earlobe.
“Do it Riley.Cum for me, my dear.” Riley’s body reacts instantly, the tension
inside his belly uncoiling and with a shout of the Chase’s name, he paints both
of their abdomens with his seed. His mind going completely blank for
tantalizing bundle of seconds.
When he comes back to himself he feels strange, his body is too cold and his
energy is drained, he opens his eyes and Chase is already at the foot of the
bed; dressed and skateboard tucked carelessly under his arm while gazing at him
with an unreadable expression.
“Chase? What happened?” he asks trying to sit up his body protesting at the
motion, but he pushes through it and tries to grab at the something to cover
his naked body but fails to do so.
“Nothing” the other shrugs casually and Riley feels something inscrutable in
his chest at the other's nonchalance response. “I just got what I wanted from
you” his voice cutting, and the younger male's heart skips a beat, a dragging
feeling deep in his stomach.
“What do you mean?” Riley asks as he watches the other walk away at a leisured
pace; he blinks back the burning feeling on his eyes. “I won't cry” he repeats
in his head like a mantra. “Chase, what do you mean?” He raises his voice and
when said male turns around his breath hitches in his throat.
Chase’s usually warm hazel eyes are now a harsh, glittering golden color. The
black ranger's face a mask of complete disinterest.
“It’s time Riley” the older male’s voice sounds awry. He feels defiled, this
can't be Chase.
“Time for what?” Riley asks, standing on shaky legs and watching in horror as
the room goes out of focus and everything seems to turn into absolute darkness.
That is everything except the non-Chase.
The person in front of him stalks closer, eyes still burning like embers. He
wants to move, but his legs won't cooperate and cold dread grips his heart.
Suddenly, a pair of cold hands cup his cheek, directing his gaze up into golden
eyes, a kiss is planted tenderly onto his lips but he can't move. His energy is
drastically drained.
The non-Chase dematerializes and a cold, feral voice runs through the air, with
almost mockery.
“Time for you to wake up...”
.............................................................................................................................................................................................................................
Riley bolts upright in his bed, gasping for air as his heart hammers inside of
his chest, body sweating profusely. The dream still entirely too fresh in his
mind.
A groan escapes his lips when he sees the wet splotch soaked into his sheets
and his cheeks blaze at the memory of the imaginary encounter he had had with
one of his team-mates, with Chase.
His crush on the Black Ranger had seemed inconspicuous as far as he knew but,
he would look at the older male longingly and Shelby would tease him for it
while Tyler would try to cheer him up. Chase though, was oblivious to any and
all things not wearing a skirt. Simple, but no! Riley’s subconscious had to go
and ruin it by giving him alluring dreams about the very straight subject of
his affections.
He stands up and sulks while changing his soiled clothes and sheets out for
fresh ones, not even bothering to turn the lights on. Once done he flops face
first onto his pillow, muffling a groan against the soft fabric and wishing his
mattress would swallow him whole. But no, this is his messy life, nothing can
ever be easy for him, and truthfully used to it so he does what he can. He
ignores everything and tries to go back to sleep, hopefully this time his
dreams won’t be plagued by scary-erotic dreams of Chase.
End Notes
     Apologies again...
     The end was kinda rushed, i know (and the beginning, and the middle)
     but i was lacking creativity and have already listened too much
     Marina and the Diamonds for inspiration (im weird like that)
     Thank you for taking the time to read this thing... and on a side
     note. I wrote this as a possible one-shot, but i have a lot of ideas
     for a multi chap fic that actually involves more than sex and that
     kind of stuff, so what do yo think? should i continue this? or do i
     leave it like this. Simple and kinda underwhelming.
     Well, once again. Thank you darlings, kisses and hugs. Go Chiley!!!
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