Title: Come Around
Author: Coreopsis
Fandom: SGA
Pairing: Sheppard/McKay
Rating: implied porn and talk of bondage
Date: April 7, 2005
Sequel to Competence, written for sga_flashfic's 38 minutes challenge.
Disclaimer: Not mine. I make no profit from playing with these characters.
Notes: This version is better for having been beta'd by malnpudl, and I appreciate her taking the time out of getting ready for her trip to do it for me. :-) Comments welcome at coreopsis@gmail.com.

---

John knew that his relationship with Rodney was about to take a strange new turn when he came back to his quarters after a meeting with Stackhouse and Bates to find a small black book in the middle of his neatly made bed. He flipped it open and read the title page: The Art of Japanese Rope Bondage. He flipped through a few more pages until he got to the photographs, at which point he sat down on the side of the bed and tried not to hyperventilate.

He looked at one of the pictures again and fervently thanked God that he did not have breasts. The caption said the harness wasn't painful, but...still. He winced in sympathy with the model, who frankly didn't look like she needed any, then turned the page. The next model was male with a stunning array of thin ropes tied and knotted in a complex pattern around his body--his very smooth hairless body. John looked down at his own chest and the bit of hair visible at the collar of his shirt and shook his head. No way. No way was he going to shave his whole body so that Rodney could...do that.

And yet...John flipped to another picture and saw how the knot pressed right in the center of the model's ass, how the ropes wrapped around his thighs and circled his cock and balls, how completely immobile his arms were with his wrists tied tightly to the small of his back, and John felt a little woozy. But it wasn't a bad woozy. He licked his lips and adjusted his growing erection inside his pants, and wondered. He couldn't quite believe that he was actually getting turned on by this, by the idea of Rodney doing this to him, but he was an open minded guy. Or at least he'd become one since he started seeing Rodney. He'd had to, or they'd have never lasted a night, much less several weeks. Maybe he should just be glad that Rodney had taken the time to work up to this because this rope bondage thing was obviously not for beginners.

John already got off on having Rodney push him to his knees and cuff his hands behind his back. He loved it when Rodney tied his ankles to the frame they'd rigged up at the foot of Rodney's bed. Once or twice he'd even begged for Rodney to tie him down when Rodney hadn't even been planning to do it. They didn't always use bondage every time they had sex, but John's favorite experiences seemed to involve Rodney restraining him in some way, so he suspected this rope stuff had been inevitable.

Rodney must have known it too, because he had the book. And he'd obviously waited until he thought John was ready before giving it to him.

Was John ready? Or would this turn out to be just another thing that he really wasn't into, like the whipping and spanking? He'd tried letting Rodney whip him once, but discovered that pain didn't turn him on. In fact, it had the opposite effect, which had distressed Rodney quite a bit. He'd promised to never make John try anything like that again, and he hadn't. He'd stuck with bondage and seemed pretty happy with it. And John was happy with it. So maybe he was ready for this.

John looked at the pictures again and admitted that the arrangement of ropes looked pretty damned sexy. He could almost feel them binding his body, Rodney's hands winding them around John's chest and belly, knotting them tightly around his wrists. He curled his own fingers around one wrist and squeezed hard, and his cock pulsed with heat. He released his grip and watched the white lines his fingers left behind, imagining the pattern ropes would leave. What would Rodney think? Would he admire the marks on John's body? Would he trace them with his tongue and fingers, driving John even crazier with arousal than the ropes had already made him?


John's breathing was ragged and cock was so hard it ached, and that was just from looking at a book. He wondered if he could come just from the ropes, just from the feel of them pulling tight across his body when he tried to move his arms. He imagined Rodney: naked, already hard and getting harder, ready to fuck John senseless just from wrapping cords and tying knots with that scientific precision that was so unexpectedly sexy. He thought of Rodney's deft hands moving over him as he lay--unable to move, unable to touch--at Rodney's mercy.

John swallowed hard and closed the book. He sure hoped Rodney knew what he was doing, because John wanted this. And he wanted it now.

He'd barely stood up when his door opened and Rodney stepped in. He held a coil of thin rope and wore a hopeful expression.

"Okay." John nodded decisively. "But I am not shaving for this."

Rodney grinned and shrugged. "No need. We'll start with something easy. Maybe just the wrists?"

He walked over to John and wrapped his hand around the back of John's neck, and John fell to his knees. "Whatever you want, Rodney."

The end.

Back to SGA fic