Title: Bound
Author: Coreopsis
Fandom: SGA
Pairing: Sheppard/McKay
Rating: porn and bondage
Sequel to Come Around
Date: April 13, 2005
Disclaimer: Not mine. I make no profit from playing with this universe and these characters.
Notes: Thanks to davechicken and malnpudl for beta duties that went above and beyond. I really appreciate all your help, ladies.
Comments welcome at coreopsis@gmail.com
"This knot is called a French Bowline," Rodney said, apparently unaware that John couldn't possibly have cared less if it was called Bunny Ears. He just wanted to be able to see what Rodney was doing, but Rodney was kneeling above him on the bed, so all John could feel was strong thighs bracketing his hips and the soft rope slithering over his skin as his wrists were wrapped, making his cock swell in anticipation. "It's a good handcuff knot. Especially with this three-eighths inch rope. The band is wide enough to spread the pressure out." Rodney paused and ran one hand up John's arm to his shoulder. He stroked the back of John's neck, then buried his fingers in John's hair and tugged his head back, firmly but not hard enough to hurt. "Even if you struggle."
John turned his head slightly to look up into Rodney's eyes and swallowed in an attempt to ease his dry throat. "No, I'm good. I won't struggle."
Rodney smiled and lowered John's head back to the bed. "Yes, you will."
John licked his lips and started to protest, but Rodney spread his hand wide over the center of John's back and pressed down gently. "That was not an invitation to argue."
"Yes, Rodney," John murmured. He almost argued anyway, just because he enjoyed arguing with Rodney, but arguing might distract Rodney from what he was doing and John didn't want that so he held his tongue. The verbal part of submission was John's weakest area, and Rodney accepted it. He seemed to understand why John refused to call him 'master' and only rarely consented to call him 'sir'. They'd both agreed that those trappings weren't for them, which was a relief because John wasn't sure he'd have been able to refuse if Rodney had pushed it.
He didn't seem to be able to refuse Rodney much of anything, except pain. He didn't like experiencing it and he couldn't cause it. But bondage had tapped into something he'd never realized he'd needed. Something deep inside him had been waiting for someone to come along and drag it into the light. Naturally, Rodney was the one who could do it. In his most generous moments, John was halfway convinced that Rodney could do anything. Of course, he'd never tell Rodney that because it would make him even more difficult to live with.
Sometimes John marveled that Rodney was so easy-going about this of all things, when he was anything but in any other area of his life. He never whined or bitched when John balked at something. He just let it go and suggested something else. Or if it was something he really wanted, he held John's wrists tightly and spoke in a low firm voice until John crumbled like chalk. John marveled over that, too. He was usually the one in command, making the tough decisions, taking the blame if things went wrong-- whether he wanted to or not, whether he'd ever asked for it or not-- but in this, at least, Rodney relieved him of that burden.
Being tied up and fucked by Rodney was the most freedom that John had felt since coming to the Pegasus galaxy, maybe more than he'd ever felt in his life. Rodney's expectations were so clear and defined and he made it so easy for John to meet them, no interpretation or discussion or second-guessing needed. Without really knowing when or how it happened, John had realized that surrendering to Rodney gave him more power than he'd ever had in a relationship before.
It was almost like being in the military except that he knew the one giving orders was doing it for his own good, giving him what he wanted instead of forcing him to do things that went against what he felt was right. It was heady and strange and damn near addictive to be the center of someone's universe, if only for an hour or a night at the time. And he figured that sometimes Rodney really needed to focus on someone else for a change, if only to get out of his own head for a while, and being that focus made John feel more in control himself.
"Almost done. Just have to do your ankles now." John could practically hear the smile on Rodney's face, as he smacked John's bare ass lightly and then stroked his fingers and the back of his hands. "How does that feel? Not too tight, is it?"
John flexed his wrists and wiggled his fingers. "No, it's good."
Rodney climbed off the bed and John looked up at him. Rodney was still fully dressed in the clothes he'd worn all day. He'd sat on a chair and watched almost expressionlessly as John had taken off his clothes in the exact order that Rodney requested. John never bothered to hide his own arousal from undressing for Rodney, and he could always tell Rodney was getting more turned on with each piece of clothing to hit the floor, even when he tried to act cool and unaffected.
The order varied from time to time. Sometimes he'd make John start with his shoes and socks and work his way up leaving his jacket and vest and shirt for last, and sometimes he went top to bottom. And occasionally he made John strip off everything and put the vest back on. Those encounters tended to be particularly exhausting and left John reeling with a tangle of reactions that sometimes took him days to work through.
Today had been a simple top to bottom day and Rodney had made him put away his clothes before he was allowed to stretch out on his belly on Rodney's bed and wait for Rodney to bind him.
Looking down at John, Rodney put his hand on the back of John's head, combing his hand through John's hair and humming tunelessly to himself. John opened his mouth to ask Rodney to get on with it, but Rodney shook his head and John closed his mouth again. With a last little pat on the back of his head, Rodney moved to the end of the bed and picked up another length of rope. It strained John's neck to try to watch him from this angle, so he laid his face back down on the pillow and closed his eyes.
Rodney ran his hand down John's leg from knee to foot in a soothing motion before wrapping the rope around his ankle several times in some kind of crisscross pattern that John really wished he could see. He repeated his motions on the other leg and ankle, then rubbed John's feet and said, "How's that? Okay?"
John swallowed against the arousal already coursing through his blood and nodded.
"I asked you a question, John. I expect an answer."
"Yes, Rodney. It's...fine. Good. Sir. Yes. Good." John bit his tongue to stop rambling and waited anxiously. If Rodney thought he was teasing him or trying too hard, he'd be disappointed and stop everything. John hated when that happened. He was sincere, and it wasn't his fault if sometimes his enthusiasm sounded sarcastic or whatever Rodney thought he heard in John's voice. John suspected that Rodney didn't always feel as masterful a dom as he actually was. He had John eating out of the palm of his hand and yet didn't always quite believe it, and John wondered if that was his own failing or Rodney's.
It was a question for another day, though, because now Rodney tied his bound ankles to the frame at the end of the bed so that his legs were raised off the bed by about an inch or so. Rodney again asked John if he was okay and when John gave him a simple affirmative, Rodney patted his back right above his crossed arms. "I'm going to go and take a shower now, but I'll leave the door open so I can hear you. Don't come, no matter how much you want to. And don't struggle until I get back because I want to watch."
"Yes, Rodney," John said again. He was already hard and as if to make it even more difficult, Rodney slipped a hand under John's hips and lifted him so that his other hand could slide a pillow underneath him. He positioned John's cock and balls on the pillow with scientific precision that had John gritting his teeth and desperately thinking unsexy thoughts in order to hang on to his control.
Rodney stepped back and tilted his head. "Incredible. You are just...incredible." Then without explaining what that meant exactly, he turned and walked into the bathroom.
The bed was positioned so that John could watch Rodney through the open door, but Rodney appeared to ignore John as he slowly took off his clothes and stepped into the open shower. John's mouth watered and his fingers clenched with longing as he watched the thousands of jets of water cascade over Rodney's body. He wanted to reach out and touch, but of course he couldn't. He wanted to get up and join Rodney, take the shampoo and work it through Rodney's hair, take the soap from his hand and lather it up, spreading the bubbles all over his skin, take his cock in hand as the water poured over them both. But he couldn't do that either. He could only watch helplessly as Rodney did those things to himself and when Rodney tilted his head back to rinse away the last of the soap and shampoo, John felt an overwhelming need to kiss him. Before he realized what he was doing, he pulled against the ropes and the tightening of the soft strands against his wrists felt so fucking good, he couldn't stop. He tugged again, arching his back as Rodney walked into the room still toweling his hair dry.
"John."
That one word is all it took. John stilled and closed his eyes. The words 'I'm sorry' sat heavy on the tip of his tongue, but he pressed his lips together to keep them in. If Rodney wanted an apology, he'd ask for it. He'd demand it. John held his breath for a moment, hoping Rodney would drag it out of him. That would feel as good as the ropes did, and John realized he might not be all that good at being submissive after all. But he loved it anyway, even the struggle with it, so he hoped that Rodney didn't give up on him any time soon.
"John, look at me."
John shuddered just as he always did when Rodney used that extra quiet voice. Bitchy and shrill and demanding, those John could deal with. Quiet and soft and serious got inside John in a way he wasn't sure he liked. He opened his eyes and saw that Rodney had squatted down beside the bed so John could see him without craning his neck.
"John." Rodney reached out his hand and delicately ran the tip of one finger over John's mouth. "Do you want to stop? Do you want me to untie you and stop this? I can. We can stop doing this and just be together...or not."
John shuddered again at the sharp distress those words caused him and looked Rodney in the eyes. "No. I don't. Don't stop, please. Rodney, please? I want--" John's voice caught and his eyes felt suspiciously damp. He blinked and cleared his throat. "I don't want to stop."
"Good," said Rodney quietly with just the sweet hint of a smile. Then he stood up and all the softness fell away as if it had never been there. He smirked at John and said, "Struggle all you want. I'm still going to fuck you."
Arousal shot through John at Rodney's words and he barely bit back a groan. Yes, yes, oh fuck yes. He tried to kick at the frame with his feet but he was tied too securely to do more than twitch and make the ropes rub against his skin like strong fingers caressing him gently. He tried to arch his hips but with his legs suspended, he couldn't get much leverage. The soft friction of his cock on the pillow drove him to struggle harder, seeking more sensation. He raised his arms as far as he could until his shoulders started to protest then he let them back down with a sigh.
"Impatient, are we?" Rodney chuckled. John couldn't see him but his voice came from the direction of the dresser. When he spoke again, it was closer still, directly behind John now. "Are you going to be loud tonight?"
"Do you want me to be loud?" John asked. Deliberately making noise always made him feel self-conscious, but he'd do it if that's what Rodney was in the mood for. He'd just feel a bit silly while doing it.
"Not tonight. Do I need to get the gag?" asked Rodney, pressing his leg against the bottom of John's left foot. The hair tickled a little but John was so relieved he didn't say anything. "John, I asked you a question."
"No, you don't need the gag. I'll be good."
"You're always good," Rodney snickered and knelt on the bed between John's spread legs. "That's what I love about you."
John froze.
Rodney froze, hands gripping the back of John's thighs right below his ass. Neither of them spoke or even seemed to breathe for a very long moment, then Rodney exhaled loudly and his hands relaxed and curved over John's ass, caressing firmly but gently, no hint of the tension of just seconds before.
John closed his eyes and tried to decide how he felt about this new turn of events. He'd avoided assigning the L-word to anything he felt for Rodney or for what he felt coming from Rodney, but it didn't come as a surprise. They'd been bound up together since long before they even had sex, much less started playing with cuffs and those chains that felt so cold-slithery-heavy against his skin and these new ropes that felt so soft-taut-tantalizing, holding him just as firm and strong as Rodney's hands did. He decided that he liked the ropes better than the chains, and he liked Rodney's hands best of all, and if he ever told Rodney that, he wouldn't even have to mention love. Rodney would know what he meant without the declaration, because Rodney got John in a way none of his other lovers ever had.
Rodney moved one hand up to grasp John's arm right above the ropes and his other hand, slick and cool with lube, slipped down the crack of John's ass. His fingers teased at John's opening, not moving deeper until John nearly bit through his bottom lip to keep a whimper from escaping. Rodney's grip on John's arm tightened in warning and then two fingers were shoved inside, opening and slicking him up so quickly that John barely had time to adjust to the intrusion or absorb the sensations before Rodney withdrew both hands from him.
Panting, John rubbed his face against the pillow to keep the sweat on his forehead from dripping into his eyes. His entire body was drawn tight, anxiously awaiting what Rodney would do next. His cock leaked against the pillow under his hips and he knew he'd not last long if Rodney would just touch him again. Any touch anywhere was likely to set him off now. He was so close...so fucking close. And yet, he couldn't ask what was taking Rodney so long, couldn't beg him to get on with it already, couldn't say a single thing that wouldn't have Rodney reaching for the gag and John didn't want that. He could do it, could keep silent if that's what Rodney wanted, and he could do it unassisted. But it was so hard. The words trembled on his lips and he wanted to curse and groan now, beg Rodney to put him out of his misery, but he wouldn't break.
It was as if Rodney had read his mind, because just when John thought he couldn't take another second of waiting, Rodney pressed his lips to the back of John's neck and then pushed his cock into John's entrance, slowly, inexorably, never pausing, never stopping until he was buried inside John's body. He felt huge and hard, and the slight burn turned to pleasure as he moved, pulling back just a little before pressing in deeper, still teasing, still not giving either of them what they wanted but giving them both a little of what they needed.
John let out the breath he'd been holding and dragged another into his lungs, nearly sobbing with relief as Rodney somehow managed to thrust his hips faster and hold one of John's bound hands at the same time. John twisted his fingers around Rodney's and tightened his muscles, squeezing Rodney's cock, drawing a low moan and a "Yes, John, yes, just...like...that," that pushed John over the edge.
John shuddered so hard as he came that he was almost afraid he'd fly apart, but Rodney's hand on his grounded him, held him safe as Rodney pounded into him faster and harder and then stilled and gasped as he found his own climax. Rodney sighed and released John's hand, leaning down to press a kiss to his back before he pulled out.
A moment to take care of the condom and retrieve a cloth from the bath, and then Rodney was back cleaning John off before tossing the cloth aside and reaching for the ropes. He undid John's wrists first and then his ankles, massaging them with warm damp hands before placing John's feet down on the bed.
John stretched his arms over his head until his shoulders and spine popped and then rolled over onto his back. Rodney pushed the wet pillow off the bed and lay down beside him. He picked up one of John's hands and brought John's wrist up so that they could both admire the braided pattern the rope had left imprinted on his skin. The book had said the marks would only last from several minutes to a few hours, but John kind of liked them and hoped they didn't fade too quickly. Rodney met his eyes and grinned before he brought John's wrist to his mouth and traced the marks with his tongue. A shiver went down John's spine and he smiled back.
"So...how was it?"
"I'll let you know tomorrow. If I can walk and my back doesn't ache too much, I'll call it a success." Rodney nipped at John's wrist, and John rolled his eyes. "I liked it, okay? Much better than the chains."
Rodney nodded and twined their fingers together before lowering their hands back to the bed. "You want to sleep, or do you want a shower first?"
John lay quietly for awhile, enjoying the afterglow and Rodney's warm body pressed against his. "Shower," he said, "then eat, then sleep. How's that for a plan?"
"You read my mind." Rodney sat up and rubbed his back.
John sat up and shoved Rodney's hand away, massaging the muscles of Rodney's lower back for him. "Now that's a terrifying thought."
"Hey."
"It's so big, I might get lost in there," said John innocently, hiding his wicked grin behind Rodney's shoulder and pressing his thumbs against Rodney's spine.
"You do have a tendency to get lost easily," said Rodney sharply, but he arched his back into John's hands and made a pleased little sound in the back of his throat so John figured he wasn't too insulted.
"Hey."
"You started it." Rodney turned and pressed his mouth to John's, making John remember just how much he'd wanted to kiss Rodney a while ago. He opened his mouth and slid his tongue alongside Rodney's, forgetting all about showers and food and sleep. He settled into Rodney's mouth and decided to see just how long he could stay there.
When Weir's voice came over the comm, calling his name, John wasn't even surprised. He'd practically dared Fate to do it and Fate had delivered with her usual casual cruelty. He dragged himself away from Rodney and over to the comm panel by the door to answer, hoping she couldn't hear how breathless he was.
"We've got a situation, Major. I need you to come to the gate room as quickly as possible."
John snapped to attention and reached for his clothes. "I'm on my way."
"Do you need me?" Rodney was already on his feet, pulling his boxers on with one hand as he grabbed his pants with the other.
"I don't know what the situation is. Yes." John nodded and continued dressing. Less than a minute after Weir's call, they were moving down the corridor at a run, hooking their radios into their ears. John clipped his P-90 to his vest and caught a glimpse of the patterns still visible on his wrist. The marks were fading, but if they got through this latest crisis, maybe Rodney could give him a new set. John centered himself and ran even faster.
The end.
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