All's Fair 2

Coup De Grace

by Cynical_Coat

URL: http://www.area52hkh.net/asc/ccoat/fair02.php
Summary: Rodney get's his spoils after his team wins a war game... and then gets a little more than he bargained for...

How Rodney managed to get them back to his room without being seen was a marvel in itself.

Well, Maybe not so much, since Rodney's team was still busy lording it over the military types that they'd won. John was just glad none of his team spotted him... or the scientists for that matter. He didn't think he could take much more gloating. Rodney had nearly drowned him in it on the ride back to base.

The ride that he had not been allowed to pilot, thanks to Rodney's impromptu rules. It had been an exquiste form of torture. Like watching as your teenage son took his first turn behind the wheel on 'big boy' streets, not parking lots and cemetaries. For all his knowledge of how Ancient technologies worked, Rodney didn't have the *knack*.

A tug at his wrists brought him back to the present. Rodney was pulling him toward the bed, cocking his head as he tried to figure something out. He whirled on John suddenly.

"You won't try to escape."

"Like hell I won't!" He snapped automatically, and then peered at Rodney. "Why?"

Rodney licked his lips and gestured to the headboard, muttering something.

"What?"

"I-- I want to chain you to the bed... But I have to uncuff one of your hands to do it... You can't try to escape."

Despite his desire to be rid of his chains... part of him wanted to be chained down, wanted to be at Rodney's mercy... wanted to know what Rodney would do. John nodded slowly.

"I won't try to escape."

Rodney frowned, wary of deception even now.

"Really?"

"Really-really." John replied. It had been a running gag between them ever since Rodney had confessed that he 'like-liked' John. His smile was almost fierce as he pushed John onto the bed and stretched his arms up over his head. Pinned like he was as Rodney uncuffed one of his hands, he wasn't even sure he was capable of escape. Not that he wanted to at that point. Once Rodney had him sufficiently strapped down, he sat back to admire his handiwork, looking very pleased with himself until he realized he wouldn't be able to get John's shirt off.

"How attached are you to that shirt?"

"Not as attached as I am to this bed..." John snarked, and then shook his head furiously. "Don't rip it, Rod-man! It's not like I can just go buy another one."

"Rod-man?"

"Your super hero name." John said matter-of-factly.

"Personally, I like Captain Untouchable."

"You would."

Rodney's response was to rip off John's tee-shirt with an amazing amount of finesse.

"Hey! What did I say?"

"Call it a casualty of war."

"I'll call you a casual--" He stopped talking as Rodney stood up on the bed, one foot to either side of John's hips and started to slowly strip off his clothes. John thought it might actually be the sexiest thing he'd ever seen.

And he'd been stationed in Thailand for almost a year... so that was saying something.

"Rodney...?"

"The prisoner will not speak." Rodney said as he lowered his now naked body to the bed, unceremoniously yanking off John's sweats. John moaned, trying to keep his train of thought.

"Even if the prisoner has an idea that could make this even hotter?"

"Not possible..." Rodney groaned into his chest.

"Unchain one of my hands."

That got Rodney's full attention... okay, three-quarters of Rodney's attention.

"Why?' He asked suspiciously.

"So we can chain up one of your's."

Rodney considered that a moment, and then produced the key again, hurriedly complying.

"Don't think that'll get you out of doing what I say."

"Never crossed my mind..."

In the heat of the moment, neither of them noticed Rodney's clothes being thrown all the way into the far corner of the room... along with a certain small, silver key.

***

"Rodney... pssst, Rodney... Wake up. My arm is killing me."

"Is not... mildly uncomfortable at worst." Rodney replied without opening his eyes. John poked him in the side with his free hand.

"Fine. Unchain me 'cause I wanna cuddle."

"Ha!" Rodney said triumphantly. "I knew it!"

"Yeah, yeah... just hurry up already..." He watched Rodney search for the key with some concern.

"Uh-oh... John?"

"You better have just realized you're pregnant, Rodney, because it better not be what I think it is..."

"Even your super macho sperm couldn't pull that off, *Major*..."

"You think my sperm is macho? *Super* macho?" He shook his head. "That's not the point... you lost the key."

"Me? I seem to remember you being the one who threw my clothes all the way over there..."

"And I seem to remember you being the one who was trying to suck what's left of my brain out through my cock." John countered. "Now fix this."

Rodney pouted, but it was a thoughtful pout.

"Hmmm.... There's no way we can reach my clothes, but if we stretch out all the way... we should just be able to reach the--"

"Nuh-uh... no way! We are not calling for help."

"John..."

"No, absolutely not, Rodney."

"Fine... have it your way..." Rodney said, and settled back to sleep.

***

Three hours later...

A very bemused Carson Beckett stood over the bed, staring down at his two friends. Had he been the type he would have been very turned on... as it was, bondage wasn't his thing.

"Laugh it up, Doc... as long as you don't tell anyone, and you get these things off of me now."

Carson hesitated still, and Rodney misread his scrutiny.

"Oh, god... please don't go all weird on us, Carson..."

Carson laughed.

"I think you've done that enough yourselves... I was just wondering... Who's idea was this?"

"His." They both said in unison.

"I wouldn't have suggested the one arm each thing if you hadn't chained me up in the first place." John clarified. Carson nodded. Somehow, he had expected that.

"Well then..." He picked up the key from the floor and carefully uncuffed John.

"Thanks..."

Rodney tried to pull the chain out from around the headboard, but Carson held fast, easily snapping the open loop closed around Rodney's free wrist. He simply smiled at Rodney's shocked expression, and then winked at John.

"Mission accomplished, Major."

"You-- You were supposed to be on my team...?"

"One good turn deserves another, Rodney... or don't you remember switching sides in the *last* game?"

Rodney grumbled something about 'turn-coat Scots' and Carson smirked at John.

"Have fun..."

John's grin was less playful than it was feral.

"I plan to, Doc..."

-Fin-