RPM fanfiction part 2
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drownedinlight What it says on the tin
“No, no, no, no, no!” Ziggy cried almost climbing onto the counter. “You need to talk to us Dillon!”
“Why?” Dillon retorted making for the stairs.
“Well, it’s not good to bottle up your feelings—”
“Try again,” Dillon said from the middle of the steps.
“Well, if I were you, I wouldn’t want to look like an idiot in front of the woman I loved!” Ziggy blurted out. Silence once again reigned over the Garage as the smell of slightly burnt egg wafted up through the air. Ziggy quickly rushed to flip the omelet while Dillon retraced his steps down the stairs. Slowly, with a frown decorating his face, Dillon returned to his bar stool, and took his seat.
“All right, what do I need to know?” he asked.
“Well, it’s not exactly that simple,” Scott said. “I mean, there’s health concerns and stuff, the actual act of doing it and every person is different so there’s always that to take into consideration.” Scott ticked things off on his fingers, and Flynn and Ziggy nodded along, while Gem contented himself with chewing.
“Well, I suppose on a basic level,” Flynn said. “Do you know how everything works…I mean, like which parts go where?” Dillon felt himself grow a little hot.
“Yeah, I know that part.”
“Okay,” Ziggy said, sprinkling cheese onto the omelet and then sliding it onto a plate before he handed it to Flynn. “What do you know about foreplay?” Dillon did not say anything on the subject, but just blinked before Ziggy took it as a symbol to continue speaking. “The biggest thing about foreplay is that, at our age at least, girls need more of it that we do, because if they don’t have enough you could actually end up hurting them.”
“Don’t they always need the same amount of foreplay?” Flynn asked, leaning forward. “I mean, shouldn’t someone always need the same amount to get excited?”
“Well,” Ziggy said, as he began to crack the eggs for his omelet, “my dad always told me that as guys get older, like we start hitting our thirties, our sex drives slow down a lot, but women don’t slow down nearly as much, so we’re much more equal, you know? So I guess what I mean, is that because your sex drive is a lot faster, it’ll seem like she needs more than you do to get her into a good state of arousal. Well, one where she can have sex and it’ll be good for her.”
“Which brings around to the safety bit,” Scott said, hoisting a finger into the air. “I’ve never asked Summer how many guys she’s been with, and not that it matters, because I’m fairly certain she’s disease free.”
“But I don’t know if I am,” Dillon pointed out.
“Well, yeah, but I think the biggest thing you guys need to worry about is baby making at this point,” Scott said. “So, condoms are pretty much your best friend at this point. We’ll have to get some and like a cucumber or something to show you…uh… how to put it on right.” Scott began to flush again, while Dillon only raised an eyebrow.
“A cucumber?”
“Would you prefer I show you on you?” Scott snarled a bit.
“God, Scott, why would you even say something like that?” Flynn asked, dropping his fork with a clatter on the plate.
“My mom threatened that so many times when I was growing up, I guess it was just instinct,” Scott replied.
“What’s a condom?” Gem asked, tilting his head to the side a little bit.
“You’re having sex with Dr. K and she’s not making you use a condom?” Ziggy asked, waving his spatula around. “Maybe we should have Summer give her the talk.”
“It’s a rubber thing you put over your…your penis, Gem, right before you do it,” Scott explained, forcing his words out. Gem’s eye brows shot up, and he jerked his head up and down enthusiastically.
“Oh, yeah, we do that, it’s just I never heard it called a condom before.” The kitchen seemed to breathe a collective sigh of relief at his revelation.
“Okay, I think….” Dillon sighed a little, and squeezed his eyes shut as he said, “I think I need you to go…back. How…how do I make sure she’s…foreplayed…enough to have sex?”
“Well, you kind of have to check,” Ziggy said, sliding his omelet out onto a plate. “I mean, otherwise, she’ll tell you she’s ready.”
“How…” Dillon felt all of the blood in his body rush to his face. “How do I check?” he asked in a rush.
“You…um…” Scott turned to Ziggy, his face a light as well. “You want to field that one too?” Ziggy rolled his eyes, but answered.
“You have run your finger along her slit, and maybe, if she’s into it enough, stick it inside of her, and if she’s really wet, that’s how you tell that she’s kind of ready for you. Of course, you want to enter kind of slowly, because it can still hurt a little bit, and assuming that Summer hasn’t had sex in at least a year and a half, she’s probably not going to be used to the whole thing.” By now everyone but Ziggy was turning red.
“How do you talk about it so easily?” Gem asked, just now finding the embarrassment of discussing the act. Ziggy shrugged, cutting into his omelet and letting the cheese ooze out.
“I was raised to believe that sex is a natural part of life and we’re all going to experience it sometime, so you might as well get used to talking about it. Anyway, maybe we should go back to foreplay a little—”
“Maybe you could write it down?” Dillon suggested. “I don’t even want to talk about this, and don’t you think you’re going into a little too much detail, there, buddy?”
“Do you want to have good sex or don’t you?” Ziggy asked. “Anyway, yeah, I’ll write some stuff down for you then. We can all make like a little sex journal or something.”
“…Let’s not,” Scott retorted with a note of finality.
“All right, then, go back to your condom cucumber talk,” Ziggy said, grinning up at the red ranger.
“Well, I think I said the most important thing I have to say,” Scott said.
“But you forgot the most essential part of condom education!” Ziggy exclaimed.
“And wha’ would that be?” Flynn asked, actually beginning to grin.
“Hold on before you pull out,” Ziggy said, taking a giant bite of egg and cheese. There was a beat, before Gem asked,
“What?” This time, it was Ziggy who let his fork clatter onto the plate.
“Oh come on! Gem and Dillon I can forgive, but you two are inexcusable! You’ve never heard about how condoms can get stuck?”
“Enlighten us, O Sexed One,” Scott retorted.
“I’d rather he not,” Dillon said. “I would really rather he not.”
“Yeah, well, if you don’t hold on before you pull out, because the condom is all nice and juicy on the inside, it can slip off, and become lodged in the female sex,” Ziggy explained. Generally noises of disgust came from the four other rangers.
“Okay, why, exactly did we choose to discuss this at the breakfast table?” Flynn asked.
“Because Dillon needs to know, and so do you guys!” Ziggy said. “I mean, it’s kind of hard to get a condom out once it gets caught. A nurse that came and talked at freshman orientation said that she once found one when she was giving a woman a regular checkup and—”
“Okay, I think sex ed is over for now,” Scott said, folding his hand over Ziggy’s mouth. “Dillon if you really want to know…I guess we can all write it down or something. Besides, instinct usually works best for the first time, anyway.” Ziggy muttered something darkly, behind Scott’s hand, but of course no one paid any attention to him.
“I never thought I would say this, but thank you Scott,” Dillon said, standing off of his stool. “Now I’m going to go and bleach my brain and pretend this whole conversation never happened.” Ziggy wriggled out from behind Scott’s hand.
“Just make sure you take her on a date first!” he exclaimed. He collected his plate and exited the kitchen with the rest of his breakfast. “Now, since no one wants to hear any more from me, I think I’m going to go down to my room, until I am needed again.”
“Thank you,” Dillon retorted, jogging up the steps before anyone could stop him.
“Gem?” Flynn asked, turning to the Asian boy.
“Yes?”
“Just so you know, you aren’t supposed to tell the girls about any of this.” Gem nodded enthusiastically again, as all three boys departed to their daily activities.
Dillon lay back on his bed, trying to concentrate on a book he had been reading lately. But something just wasn’t clicking as what Ziggy had said replayed over and over in his head.
“God dammit!” he cried slamming down his book. He rolled off of the bed, and peeked out of the door to make sure that no one was really around, before he jogged down the stairs and then when past the kitchen to the door to Ziggy’s bedroom. Somehow, when Ziggy had first arrived, he had ended up in the basement, and since he evidently liked it there so much, he had never moved up into the room designated for the green ranger.
Dillon closed the basement door behind him, and stepped as gently as he could down a step of wooden steps. The more steps he went down, the more of Ziggy’s bedroom he could see. The room was low lit with a few, short windows along one wall, all of which were open. Ziggy’s rather large bed rook up the space beside the stairs and in between the wall, and was decorated with dark green sheets, and blankets folded up, off to the side, with some pillows stacked on top. There was a table set up not far from the bed, a record player sitting atop that, old, scratchy music drifting out of it. A small dresser sat against the far wall, and a couple of oil paintings leaning against the wall, and one on a stand which Ziggy stood in front of, painting away at.
“Zig?” Dillon called out from the bottom of the steps. Ziggy turned and looked at Dillon, a grin forming on his face when he did. He set down his palette and brush, wiping his slightly painted hands on a rag as he asked,
“What can I do for you, buddy?”
“What did you mean about taking Summer out before we…you know?” Ziggy pulled a chair out from behind an oil painting, and set it in front of his bed, gesturing for Dillon to take it as he collected himself up on the bed.
“Well, I guess I just meant that you really shouldn’t just ask Summer if she wants to have sex with you,” Ziggy said. “I mean most girls are a little romantic about sex and like to feel as if that’s not the whole reason the guy is there.”
“It’s not the whole reason I’m there!” Dillon protested. “I mean, we’ve been on dates before and I…”
“Go on, say it,” Ziggy prompted.
“I really like Summer,” Dillon said with a large exhale of breath. “Okay, I really do…so how do I make her feel that way?”
“Take her out to a nice dinner, do something special just between the two of you,” Ziggy said. “Make her feel like she’s the only girl in the world for a couple of hours. Set your scene I guess. It’s really different for everybody. I did it the first time after I had ice cream with the guy. But it was a very special moment and we talked a lot, just about all the stuff going on in our lives.”
“But I know what’s going on in Summer’s life, and I don’t think she likes big fancy dinners,” Dillon said. “She’s always complaining about her parents would drag her to them and she’d have to stand around and do things she didn’t like.”
3/24/11 WC: 2051
Piece WC: 4095
Project WC: 53336
Still reading: Girl Power by Hillary Carlip
“No, no, no, no, no!” Ziggy cried almost climbing onto the counter. “You need to talk to us Dillon!”
“Why?” Dillon retorted making for the stairs.
“Well, it’s not good to bottle up your feelings—”
“Try again,” Dillon said from the middle of the steps.
“Well, if I were you, I wouldn’t want to look like an idiot in front of the woman I loved!” Ziggy blurted out. Silence once again reigned over the Garage as the smell of slightly burnt egg wafted up through the air. Ziggy quickly rushed to flip the omelet while Dillon retraced his steps down the stairs. Slowly, with a frown decorating his face, Dillon returned to his bar stool, and took his seat.
“All right, what do I need to know?” he asked.
“Well, it’s not exactly that simple,” Scott said. “I mean, there’s health concerns and stuff, the actual act of doing it and every person is different so there’s always that to take into consideration.” Scott ticked things off on his fingers, and Flynn and Ziggy nodded along, while Gem contented himself with chewing.
“Well, I suppose on a basic level,” Flynn said. “Do you know how everything works…I mean, like which parts go where?” Dillon felt himself grow a little hot.
“Yeah, I know that part.”
“Okay,” Ziggy said, sprinkling cheese onto the omelet and then sliding it onto a plate before he handed it to Flynn. “What do you know about foreplay?” Dillon did not say anything on the subject, but just blinked before Ziggy took it as a symbol to continue speaking. “The biggest thing about foreplay is that, at our age at least, girls need more of it that we do, because if they don’t have enough you could actually end up hurting them.”
“Don’t they always need the same amount of foreplay?” Flynn asked, leaning forward. “I mean, shouldn’t someone always need the same amount to get excited?”
“Well,” Ziggy said, as he began to crack the eggs for his omelet, “my dad always told me that as guys get older, like we start hitting our thirties, our sex drives slow down a lot, but women don’t slow down nearly as much, so we’re much more equal, you know? So I guess what I mean, is that because your sex drive is a lot faster, it’ll seem like she needs more than you do to get her into a good state of arousal. Well, one where she can have sex and it’ll be good for her.”
“Which brings around to the safety bit,” Scott said, hoisting a finger into the air. “I’ve never asked Summer how many guys she’s been with, and not that it matters, because I’m fairly certain she’s disease free.”
“But I don’t know if I am,” Dillon pointed out.
“Well, yeah, but I think the biggest thing you guys need to worry about is baby making at this point,” Scott said. “So, condoms are pretty much your best friend at this point. We’ll have to get some and like a cucumber or something to show you…uh… how to put it on right.” Scott began to flush again, while Dillon only raised an eyebrow.
“A cucumber?”
“Would you prefer I show you on you?” Scott snarled a bit.
“God, Scott, why would you even say something like that?” Flynn asked, dropping his fork with a clatter on the plate.
“My mom threatened that so many times when I was growing up, I guess it was just instinct,” Scott replied.
“What’s a condom?” Gem asked, tilting his head to the side a little bit.
“You’re having sex with Dr. K and she’s not making you use a condom?” Ziggy asked, waving his spatula around. “Maybe we should have Summer give her the talk.”
“It’s a rubber thing you put over your…your penis, Gem, right before you do it,” Scott explained, forcing his words out. Gem’s eye brows shot up, and he jerked his head up and down enthusiastically.
“Oh, yeah, we do that, it’s just I never heard it called a condom before.” The kitchen seemed to breathe a collective sigh of relief at his revelation.
“Okay, I think….” Dillon sighed a little, and squeezed his eyes shut as he said, “I think I need you to go…back. How…how do I make sure she’s…foreplayed…enough to have sex?”
“Well, you kind of have to check,” Ziggy said, sliding his omelet out onto a plate. “I mean, otherwise, she’ll tell you she’s ready.”
“How…” Dillon felt all of the blood in his body rush to his face. “How do I check?” he asked in a rush.
“You…um…” Scott turned to Ziggy, his face a light as well. “You want to field that one too?” Ziggy rolled his eyes, but answered.
“You have run your finger along her slit, and maybe, if she’s into it enough, stick it inside of her, and if she’s really wet, that’s how you tell that she’s kind of ready for you. Of course, you want to enter kind of slowly, because it can still hurt a little bit, and assuming that Summer hasn’t had sex in at least a year and a half, she’s probably not going to be used to the whole thing.” By now everyone but Ziggy was turning red.
“How do you talk about it so easily?” Gem asked, just now finding the embarrassment of discussing the act. Ziggy shrugged, cutting into his omelet and letting the cheese ooze out.
“I was raised to believe that sex is a natural part of life and we’re all going to experience it sometime, so you might as well get used to talking about it. Anyway, maybe we should go back to foreplay a little—”
“Maybe you could write it down?” Dillon suggested. “I don’t even want to talk about this, and don’t you think you’re going into a little too much detail, there, buddy?”
“Do you want to have good sex or don’t you?” Ziggy asked. “Anyway, yeah, I’ll write some stuff down for you then. We can all make like a little sex journal or something.”
“…Let’s not,” Scott retorted with a note of finality.
“All right, then, go back to your condom cucumber talk,” Ziggy said, grinning up at the red ranger.
“Well, I think I said the most important thing I have to say,” Scott said.
“But you forgot the most essential part of condom education!” Ziggy exclaimed.
“And wha’ would that be?” Flynn asked, actually beginning to grin.
“Hold on before you pull out,” Ziggy said, taking a giant bite of egg and cheese. There was a beat, before Gem asked,
“What?” This time, it was Ziggy who let his fork clatter onto the plate.
“Oh come on! Gem and Dillon I can forgive, but you two are inexcusable! You’ve never heard about how condoms can get stuck?”
“Enlighten us, O Sexed One,” Scott retorted.
“I’d rather he not,” Dillon said. “I would really rather he not.”
“Yeah, well, if you don’t hold on before you pull out, because the condom is all nice and juicy on the inside, it can slip off, and become lodged in the female sex,” Ziggy explained. Generally noises of disgust came from the four other rangers.
“Okay, why, exactly did we choose to discuss this at the breakfast table?” Flynn asked.
“Because Dillon needs to know, and so do you guys!” Ziggy said. “I mean, it’s kind of hard to get a condom out once it gets caught. A nurse that came and talked at freshman orientation said that she once found one when she was giving a woman a regular checkup and—”
“Okay, I think sex ed is over for now,” Scott said, folding his hand over Ziggy’s mouth. “Dillon if you really want to know…I guess we can all write it down or something. Besides, instinct usually works best for the first time, anyway.” Ziggy muttered something darkly, behind Scott’s hand, but of course no one paid any attention to him.
“I never thought I would say this, but thank you Scott,” Dillon said, standing off of his stool. “Now I’m going to go and bleach my brain and pretend this whole conversation never happened.” Ziggy wriggled out from behind Scott’s hand.
“Just make sure you take her on a date first!” he exclaimed. He collected his plate and exited the kitchen with the rest of his breakfast. “Now, since no one wants to hear any more from me, I think I’m going to go down to my room, until I am needed again.”
“Thank you,” Dillon retorted, jogging up the steps before anyone could stop him.
“Gem?” Flynn asked, turning to the Asian boy.
“Yes?”
“Just so you know, you aren’t supposed to tell the girls about any of this.” Gem nodded enthusiastically again, as all three boys departed to their daily activities.
Dillon lay back on his bed, trying to concentrate on a book he had been reading lately. But something just wasn’t clicking as what Ziggy had said replayed over and over in his head.
“God dammit!” he cried slamming down his book. He rolled off of the bed, and peeked out of the door to make sure that no one was really around, before he jogged down the stairs and then when past the kitchen to the door to Ziggy’s bedroom. Somehow, when Ziggy had first arrived, he had ended up in the basement, and since he evidently liked it there so much, he had never moved up into the room designated for the green ranger.
Dillon closed the basement door behind him, and stepped as gently as he could down a step of wooden steps. The more steps he went down, the more of Ziggy’s bedroom he could see. The room was low lit with a few, short windows along one wall, all of which were open. Ziggy’s rather large bed rook up the space beside the stairs and in between the wall, and was decorated with dark green sheets, and blankets folded up, off to the side, with some pillows stacked on top. There was a table set up not far from the bed, a record player sitting atop that, old, scratchy music drifting out of it. A small dresser sat against the far wall, and a couple of oil paintings leaning against the wall, and one on a stand which Ziggy stood in front of, painting away at.
“Zig?” Dillon called out from the bottom of the steps. Ziggy turned and looked at Dillon, a grin forming on his face when he did. He set down his palette and brush, wiping his slightly painted hands on a rag as he asked,
“What can I do for you, buddy?”
“What did you mean about taking Summer out before we…you know?” Ziggy pulled a chair out from behind an oil painting, and set it in front of his bed, gesturing for Dillon to take it as he collected himself up on the bed.
“Well, I guess I just meant that you really shouldn’t just ask Summer if she wants to have sex with you,” Ziggy said. “I mean most girls are a little romantic about sex and like to feel as if that’s not the whole reason the guy is there.”
“It’s not the whole reason I’m there!” Dillon protested. “I mean, we’ve been on dates before and I…”
“Go on, say it,” Ziggy prompted.
“I really like Summer,” Dillon said with a large exhale of breath. “Okay, I really do…so how do I make her feel that way?”
“Take her out to a nice dinner, do something special just between the two of you,” Ziggy said. “Make her feel like she’s the only girl in the world for a couple of hours. Set your scene I guess. It’s really different for everybody. I did it the first time after I had ice cream with the guy. But it was a very special moment and we talked a lot, just about all the stuff going on in our lives.”
“But I know what’s going on in Summer’s life, and I don’t think she likes big fancy dinners,” Dillon said. “She’s always complaining about her parents would drag her to them and she’d have to stand around and do things she didn’t like.”
3/24/11 WC: 2051
Piece WC: 4095
Project WC: 53336
Still reading: Girl Power by Hillary Carlip
