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It had been a rough battle, Ziggy had enough bruises and aches to prove it. They had all wound down from the battle, well, all of them except Flynn. Even hours after, he still looked tense and was constantly moving between working on the vehicles and making smoothies for the others. Ziggy watched this behavior in strange fascination, he’d never really seen Flynn act like this. With a gentle nudge, he gave Summer a questioning gaze, and gestured to the Scotsman.
“Right,” She said softly, “Flynn always gets antsy whenever he can’t save someone. Today was especially hard on him.”
Oh, right. How could Ziggy have missed that? He’d been trying to pin down the other’s behaviors and quirks—if only to make socializing with them easier—and Flynn’s hero complex was one of them. He risked another glance at Flynn, and accidentally met his eyes. The Scotsman’s eyes were shining, and oh so distraught. Ziggy swallowed the urge to run over there, tackle hug him and kiss him senseless. That was a job for Summer or Scott, not him. They were Flynn’s partners after all—Ziggy was just crushing on the very handsome Ranger with a pretty voice.
“Anything we can do?” Ziggy whispered to Summer, but she shook her head.
“Better to let him get it out of his system. We’ve tried before but intervening really just makes him more anxious.”
“Darn.” Ziggy muttered, tearing his eyes away from Flynn. He wanted to do something—needed to do something. But he didn’t want to hurt Flynn even more! That would be social suicide! He had to work with the guy literally the next day, and tension only caused problems in their line of work. Ziggy sighed. This was all too complicated for his liking.
Pull it together, Grover!
Ziggy may not have guessed that Flynn was upset earlier, but he did know one thing about his fellow Ranger—he played violin. Usually it was after days where something went wrong, yet sometimes it was just for fun. Tonight, though, it was definitely because something went wrong.
“I’ve heard them lilting at our ewe-milking,” A rich, melodic voice sounded out through the silent garage. It was beautiful, yet filled with emotion. Ziggy knew immediately that it was Flynn’s, he didn’t spend nearly every day hanging on to every word he said for nothing. “Lasses a-lilting before the dawn of day.” Oh, how Flynn’s voice made him weak in the knees. Ziggy had to force himself to keep walking.
“But now they are moaning on ilka green loaning- The Flowers of the Forest are a’ wede away.” Okay, so the song made like zero sense to him, but he could tell it was beautiful. And from the way Flynn was singing it, he figured it must be some kind of funeral song. It only made sense, right? “At bughts, in the morning, nae blythe lads are scorning. The lasses are lonely, and dowie, and wae,” Ziggy finally made it to the bottom of the stairs, and paused to continue listening to Flynn’s singing. It was…well, he’d never been one for music, but the way the Scotsman was singing could make him a fan of any opera. Before he could stop himself, the words came bubbling up in his throat.
“Your voice is actually incredible. Like, angelically beautiful. Are you classically trained?” Ziggy blurted, talking at his normal speed—which was the speed of light to the others, apparently—and causing Flynn to jump and cease his music. Ziggy definitely ignored the punch of disappointment he felt.
“Ziggy…I…wasn’t expecting ye to be up so late.” Flynn said, clearing his throat. Well, darn. He’d made it awkward.
“Yeah, well, I’m kinda aching too much to really sleep, Y’know? Pains of battle and all.” The minute he said it, he knew it was a HORRIBLE thing to say. Flynn winced, and his eyes once again held that despair Ziggy so badly wanted to kiss away. “Ooookay, that was definitely not the right thing to say. I’m sorry.”
“Aye, S’alright. Should’ve known singing wouldn’t have helped.”
“Well I wouldn’t say that! Your singing—it’s incredible, dude! Like, you could be a professional or something! If I’m being honest, I felt like a snake being charmed.” Ziggy rambled, gambling on the fact that his antics usually brought a smile to the Scotsman’s face. And it did. Ziggy internally punched the air, as letting out a ‘whoop’ did not seem appropriate for the situation (even if he felt that it was). Flynn carefully set down his violin, and came closer to Ziggy. The green ranger’s breath caught, as he had to tilt his head up to look at Flynn. God, his shoulders were broad and his jawline was sharp and his eyes were so pretty and—
Listen, Ziggy never claimed to be a paragon of self control. And when one of his biggest crushes came strolling up to him, giving him a fond smile and staring down at him with shining eyes, how could he not kiss him? Ziggy pressed his lips against Flynn’s, capturing him in a very sloppy yet still very passionate kiss. When he pulled back, all he could register was the shock on Flynn’s face. Oh, no. Was that not the right move? He didn’t even stop to consider if Flynn liked him back! Darn it, Grover. But, to his great relief, Flynn simply grabbed him by the collar and yanked him into a proper passionate kiss. Ziggy kissed back eagerly, euphoria radiating into every bone in his body. Oh. My. God. It was happening! He was kissing Flynn McAllistair! Ziggy of all people!
“Holy mother of-“
“Quiet, Grover.” Flynn said softly, his lips moving from Ziggy’s own to his jaw. The green ranger shivered, a flush creeping onto his cheeks. Flynn continued to kiss all over Ziggy’s face, while his hands were planted firmly on his waist. It took so much self control to not melt into Flynn’s arms, which, again, Ziggy was not good at that, so he did so anyway. The Scotsman caught him easily, and maneuvered the both of them to a couch. Ziggy wrapped his arms around Flynn, and buried his head in the crook of the Scotsman’s neck. “Hey, Zig?”
“Hm?” Ziggy said, the smell of strawberries on Flynn already making him drowsy. The Scotsman gave him a gentle smile, which only made Ziggy blush harder.
“Thank ye. For being here. It’s not exactly what I was expecting as a form of comfort…but I appreciate the effort.” Flynn laughed, and Ziggy laughed along with him. With one final kiss to his forehead, Ziggy closed his eyes, and fell asleep in Flynn’s arms.
Ziggy came to still wrapped up in the arms of his fellow ranger and now potential boyfriend. As the sleep cleared from his eyes, he froze as he saw literally every other ranger standing in front of them. A quick glance at Flynn showed he was still asleep.
“Uh, good morning!” Ziggy cheered, attempting to just pretend there was nothing strange going on. Dillon raised an amused eyebrow, and Scott and Summer looked like they were holding in a laugh.
“Did you think he’d go for Ziggy so soon?” Summer asked Scott. The red ranger nodded.
“Yeah, it was pretty obvious. Looks like you owe me some money, Dillon.”
“Like hell I do.”
“You made the bet!”
“And you didn’t agree to it. Said you were too good to bet on your boyfriend and his ‘heart of gold’.” Dillon said, totally dead-pan. Summer just chuckled while the two went at it, completely ignorant to Ziggy’s confusion.
“So…this is okay? No problems?” He asked, his question directed at Summer. She nodded.
“Yes, me and Scott told Flynn that we were okay with him dating anyone else, as long as he told us before or right after.” Summer explained, coming to sit on Flynn’s other side. Gently, she slipped her arm under Flynn’s and gripped it. It was so easy, so simple, almost as easy as Ziggy kissing Flynn like he would die if he didn’t. The Scotsman finally began to stir, and Ziggy, again without thinking, pressed a kiss to his forehead.
“Mmmm…what time is it?”
“Time for you to explain some things, blue boy.” Scott said, though his tone was more teasing than stern. Flynn’s face broke into an easy smile, and he tilted his head so he could look at Ziggy fully.
“It’s simple, really. I was playin’ down here when Ziggy came and complimented me. Then one thing led to another-“
“Oh my god, you did not do that on my couch.”
“Chill your vents, red,” Flynn barked a laugh and Ziggy smiled at the sound. It was nice, and somehow just as melodic as his singing. He didn’t know it was possible for a laugh to be melodic. “It was just kissing. Nothing more.”
“Better have been.” Scott said, before leaning down and whispering something into Flynn’s ear Ziggy couldn’t hear. But whatever it was, it made Flynn go beet red and swat at him. The four shared an easy laugh, and Ziggy snuggled closer to Flynn. He could get used to this, being loved so completely. Not having to prove why he should be. Maybe this ranger thing wasn’t such a bad thing after all.