"Scratch" - Ziggy Grover/Dillon - #8 Itchy Back
Title: Scratch
Author: shurifanstuffs
Claim: Power Rangers R.P.M.- Ziggy Grover/Dillon
Table: Do-It-Yourself
Prompt: #8 Itchy Back
Rating: PG for a sex reference
Summary: Ziggy catches poison ivy and seeks from relief from Dillon.
Warnings: Spoilers for a big reveal in "Go for the Green".
Notes: Assumes basic knowledge of R.P.M. characters and that Dillon and Ziggy are an established couple.
"Dillon... hey, Dillon, I need your help!"
Dillon tried his best to ignore the whisper, a whisper that carried a hint of a whine. He knew exactly who it was, and normally he'd be happy to see him, but at the moment he didn't particularly care to. He was underneath his car, having finally found the time to investigate the source of the mysterious oil leak that had been plaguing him for days, and he wasn't about to give up on it...
"Dillon," came the voice, louder, insistent, and a pair of sneakered feet appeared next to him. Still he paid no heed, focused entirely on his beloved car. Almost done...
"DILLON! Are you deaf or something?!" the voice finally demanded, and he let loose a growl of frustration.
"I'm BUSY, Ziggy," he replied testily.
"I can see that, but I really need you, too!"
"Really."
"I do!"
"Is it so urgent that it can't wait until I'm done with my car?"
"Well, no..."
"Then shut up and give me 10 minutes to finish patching this leak. I promise it won't take me longer than that, and if it does, THEN you are free to whine at me."
"Deal." The feet retreated, and Dillon resettled himself, carefully fixing the oil leak before finally pushing himself out from underneath the car and standing erect. Ziggy was crouched behind Scott's car, seemingly embarrassed about something, and waited patiently as he washed his hands... then, Dillon turned and let out a gasp of surprise when Ziggy straightened up, and Dillon saw that he had no shirt on and was carrying a bottle of lotion and a washcloth.
"ZIGGY! Is THAT what you 'really need me' for? Dear GOD, now's not the time or the place!" he snapped. His boyfriend briefly looked completely baffled for a moment before he squeaked, dropped the lotion bottle and bent to pick it up.
"No, no, no! Oh, oh, th-this isn't what it l-looks like, Dillon!" he stuttered.
"Then what IS it?"
"Well, uhm, remember when we were fighting in the park the other day, and I managed to teleport my Ranger suit away again, and the Grinders pushed me back into what I thought was a weedy, overgrown flower bed?"
"... Yeah?" Ziggy slowly turned around to reveal large patches of red, bumpy skin, all over his back. "...Ah. Poison ivy," Dillon observed.
"Yyyyup," said Ziggy gloomily, looking at Dillon over his shoulder. "I got it all over myself. It itches and this lotion really helps, but I cannot for the life of me get it over every patch on my back and it's about to drive me CRAZY. Will you help me and put it on for me? Please, pretty please with sugar and motor oil and pepperoni on top? I promise I won't ever interrupt you when you're working on your car again!" Dillon sized him up, and felt his annoyance thawing at the pleading look on his boyfriend's face.
"Alright, alright. I'm not going to hold you to that promise, because I know you, but I'll do it."
"You're the BEST! Really, the best, a stellar example of Rangerhood and boyfriendhood and human beinghood."
"Of course. Now, not that I mind- TOO much- that you want me to do this, but was it really necessary to grab me for it? Didn't you ask one of the others to do it for you first?" he wanted to know as he took the bottle and washcloth, rubbing the lotion gingerly onto the red spots.
"Yup," said Ziggy, giving little sighs of relief as his itching was soothed. "Scott says he's deathly allergic, Summer said it would be too weird to see me with no shirt on, Flynn gave a big fat 'no' and wanted to know why I didn't just ask you in the first place, and Dr. K said, and may I quote, 'Ranger Series Operator Green, I have so many more important things to do than give you some temporary relief from a skin affliction that is your own fault to begin with.'"
"Why am I not surprised?" Dillon asked, a chuckle escaping his lips in spite of himself.
"There, all done. You're all lotioned up."
"Thank youuuu," said Ziggy, grinning and stealing a kiss as he skipped away. "I'll be back in a couple of hours for more! And I really really mean it when I say I'm not going to interrupt you any more!"
"Of course you do. It's a date."
(crossposted to shurifanstuffs)
Author: shurifanstuffs
Claim: Power Rangers R.P.M.- Ziggy Grover/Dillon
Table: Do-It-Yourself
Prompt: #8 Itchy Back
Rating: PG for a sex reference
Summary: Ziggy catches poison ivy and seeks from relief from Dillon.
Warnings: Spoilers for a big reveal in "Go for the Green".
Notes: Assumes basic knowledge of R.P.M. characters and that Dillon and Ziggy are an established couple.
"Dillon... hey, Dillon, I need your help!"
Dillon tried his best to ignore the whisper, a whisper that carried a hint of a whine. He knew exactly who it was, and normally he'd be happy to see him, but at the moment he didn't particularly care to. He was underneath his car, having finally found the time to investigate the source of the mysterious oil leak that had been plaguing him for days, and he wasn't about to give up on it...
"Dillon," came the voice, louder, insistent, and a pair of sneakered feet appeared next to him. Still he paid no heed, focused entirely on his beloved car. Almost done...
"DILLON! Are you deaf or something?!" the voice finally demanded, and he let loose a growl of frustration.
"I'm BUSY, Ziggy," he replied testily.
"I can see that, but I really need you, too!"
"Really."
"I do!"
"Is it so urgent that it can't wait until I'm done with my car?"
"Well, no..."
"Then shut up and give me 10 minutes to finish patching this leak. I promise it won't take me longer than that, and if it does, THEN you are free to whine at me."
"Deal." The feet retreated, and Dillon resettled himself, carefully fixing the oil leak before finally pushing himself out from underneath the car and standing erect. Ziggy was crouched behind Scott's car, seemingly embarrassed about something, and waited patiently as he washed his hands... then, Dillon turned and let out a gasp of surprise when Ziggy straightened up, and Dillon saw that he had no shirt on and was carrying a bottle of lotion and a washcloth.
"ZIGGY! Is THAT what you 'really need me' for? Dear GOD, now's not the time or the place!" he snapped. His boyfriend briefly looked completely baffled for a moment before he squeaked, dropped the lotion bottle and bent to pick it up.
"No, no, no! Oh, oh, th-this isn't what it l-looks like, Dillon!" he stuttered.
"Then what IS it?"
"Well, uhm, remember when we were fighting in the park the other day, and I managed to teleport my Ranger suit away again, and the Grinders pushed me back into what I thought was a weedy, overgrown flower bed?"
"... Yeah?" Ziggy slowly turned around to reveal large patches of red, bumpy skin, all over his back. "...Ah. Poison ivy," Dillon observed.
"Yyyyup," said Ziggy gloomily, looking at Dillon over his shoulder. "I got it all over myself. It itches and this lotion really helps, but I cannot for the life of me get it over every patch on my back and it's about to drive me CRAZY. Will you help me and put it on for me? Please, pretty please with sugar and motor oil and pepperoni on top? I promise I won't ever interrupt you when you're working on your car again!" Dillon sized him up, and felt his annoyance thawing at the pleading look on his boyfriend's face.
"Alright, alright. I'm not going to hold you to that promise, because I know you, but I'll do it."
"You're the BEST! Really, the best, a stellar example of Rangerhood and boyfriendhood and human beinghood."
"Of course. Now, not that I mind- TOO much- that you want me to do this, but was it really necessary to grab me for it? Didn't you ask one of the others to do it for you first?" he wanted to know as he took the bottle and washcloth, rubbing the lotion gingerly onto the red spots.
"Yup," said Ziggy, giving little sighs of relief as his itching was soothed. "Scott says he's deathly allergic, Summer said it would be too weird to see me with no shirt on, Flynn gave a big fat 'no' and wanted to know why I didn't just ask you in the first place, and Dr. K said, and may I quote, 'Ranger Series Operator Green, I have so many more important things to do than give you some temporary relief from a skin affliction that is your own fault to begin with.'"
"Why am I not surprised?" Dillon asked, a chuckle escaping his lips in spite of himself.
"There, all done. You're all lotioned up."
"Thank youuuu," said Ziggy, grinning and stealing a kiss as he skipped away. "I'll be back in a couple of hours for more! And I really really mean it when I say I'm not going to interrupt you any more!"
"Of course you do. It's a date."
(crossposted to shurifanstuffs)