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Kinzie: Are you okay?

Kinzie: ...

While the Power Rangers were off battling one of the duo villains, Goldar, The Flesh manages to fend off Lord Zedd with his many punches. The silver-skeletal membrane being was firing off a laser from his staff, sending it off towards the naked hunk hero. Bracing himself, the beam was backfired, sending off the rays to the skies. An explosion came off, and the smoke dissipitate. Soon after, The Flesh had his Flesh Cannon ready after it materialized in front of him. He smirked, before plunging his whole cock into the cannon, pounding it mercilessly before feeling his orgasm about to build into the base. The moment he came, he lets out a loud groan, before unleashing his own laser, imbued with cum and energy towards Lord Zedd, splattering the villain and exploded. Not before Lord Zedd grunted and disappeared with Goldar. The citizens were saved, and The Flesh was instantly beamed up to the Command Center. Confused, his Flesh Cannon disappeared, and there was no one but Alpha Five before him. “Woah, where am I? Who are... you, handsome cutie?” He asked, seeing the young fleshed out robot, who seemed to be a little excited to meet the naked hero.

It’s not until Flynn hears the other person’s voice that he realises someone’s there, stopping short. Automatically, he tilts his head towards where the sound of their voice comes from, mimicking meeting their gaze. Fred, by his side, sits obediently.

Flynn was having one of those days where you don’t have to think about anything - everything just flows on the way it’s supposed to.

Of course, such things can’t last, can they?

Fred started veering off the well-tacked path to Flynn’s apartment, even though they were only a few numbers away from his own (in his estimation, anyway). Having full faith in the dog, since he was the one who knew to avoid obstacles if needed, Flynn followed.

A moment later, they stopped, Flynn’s brows furrowing in confusion. He could hear Fred nosing around at something -- and something else.

Breathing?

Flynn is having a Bad Day. 

He’s curled up on the couch, moping about how terrible things are and cursing his broken eyes. He can’t do anything, he doesn’t even know why anyone would want to be around him.

Vaguely, he recognises the sound of the door opening, but he’s too mopey to give a shit. “Go away.” He sighs, the soft smell of Eli meeting his nose. “Not today.”

What he doesn’t anticipate is being scooped up gently - tenderly even - cradled in the arms of the taller, stronger man. Flynn can’t even bring himself to argue, simply letting his head rest against the chest of the other as they walk.

“When I’m off work, yeah. I do all the time. Did it to a couple of fans of mine.”

“All the time. Sometimes it’s unintentional. Other times, I’m just horny. Every guy I come across loves to watch me.”