Bindings

by Merlin7

URL: http://www.area52hkh.net/asm/merlin7/bindings.php
Summary: Not supplied

John tugged against the restraints.

He was lying on his back, naked, each wrist bound by a silk cord the other end of which was attached to a bed post. His legs were spread open and a beautiful woman with long blond hair was sucking his cock. It felt good. It felt amazing even. In fact the only thing that would have made it better was if it were Rodney's lips on him, sucking him off. But Rodney was sitting on the edge of the bed, fully dressed, watching.

John turned his head to look at him. "Rodney..please," he begged. As much as his body liked what the blond was doing, it wasn't Rodney. John wanted Rodney. His body ached with desire for the other man. It had been that way ever since they had come together for the first time. THree months of want and need and lust and desire. Three months of give and take and passion and love. Because the grounding point between them was the love they shared. Love, admiration and respect. They even liked each other. And the trust issue is what made it possible for John to let Rodney do this to him. To bind him and open him and expose him like this. Because Rodney wanted to see this, so John had allowed it. He just hadn't expected it to be so hard.

Rodney smiled then licked his lips as he moved closer. He leaned in to kiss the corner of John's mouth, then pulled back to study the beautiful man laid out before him. "So beautiful, John," Rodney whispered, as he trailed his fingertips through the silky dark hair that swirled over his lover's chest.

"Rodney...I need you." The confession slipped out of John, ripping open something deep inside him. Something he couldn't define. It was scary and dark and raw and John shuddered as he watched Rodney's eyes widen.

"Open him," Rodney whispered, his lips pressed to the blond woman's ear.

But John heard him and his hips bucked as she removed her mouth from his swollen cock. He was so hard it hurt, but relief washed over him when Rodney reached out with a fingertip and smoothed a pearly drop of precum over the aching head. He teased the tiny slit and John whimpered. The whimper turned into a moan as a slim finger, slicked with oil, slid inside him. Another soon followed making John hiss slightly. It took two of the woman's fingers to open him they way Rodney did with just one. "Rodney...Rodney.." John was panting now because the woman knew what she was doing. She crooked her finger and scraped a nail down the wall of his channel, hitting that sensitive spot just right and John bit back a cry.

Rodney shook his head, leaning in to lick John's mouth open. "I want to hear you," he breathed.

John turned away, trying to catch his own breath, tugging at his bonds until the skin turned pink. He closed his eyes tight and bit back a moan when he felt a wet stripe against his skin, soothing the marks. Rodney's tongue always soothed him. Another finger slid inside him and scraped him and John choked on a whimper.

"Look at me," Rodney ordered.

John had to obey. He turned his head back and Rodney was just above him, eyes still wide and intensely focused on him and John could feel the heat of Rodney's desire for him flushing his skin from head to toe. He shuddered, not from the woman's skilled touch but from the way Rodney wanted him. The need in Rodney's eyes was addictive and John craved the rush. He couldn't look away and Rodney didn't have to say a word. He just whispered John's name and John was coming and moaning and thrashing. He felt his vision graying out and he was spiraling out of reality until warm lips were pressed to his and soft kisses brought him back to himself.

The woman slid off the bed and Rodney took her place between John's legs. He was frantic as he freed his cock from his pants.

John felt frantic and restless and panicked until he felt Rodney lift his legs over his shoulders. Then he felt the blunt pressure of Rodney's cock pressing into him and suddenly he could breathe again. Long, slow, breaths as Rodney breeched him and the burn faded into sharp awareness and there was nothing that could compare to this moment when Rodney was all the way in him. Pushing in deeper still even though there was nowhere to go.

"So good..so perfect," Rodney whispered, bending his head to nip at John's throat. "God..so tight..so hot..so smooth.." he was whimpering now and mumbling and almost his voice had a keening edge to it, that made him sound hoarse and desperate.

John loved that sound. Loved it when Rodney needed him like this. "Untie me!" John begged, tugging at his bonds. He needed to touch Rodney, to hold him, to guide him through the rush and ease him into the aftermath. Just like Rodney always did for him. It was like flying. The adrenaline high that never truly faded, even when your feet were firmly planted on the ground. And what was between them, it felt like soaring. Because Rodney was *in* him and *over* him and *Around* him and John wanted more. He needed it. He begged for it.

Rodney begged as well. He pulled out to the tip of his aching hardness and pushed back in slowly. He breathed John's name like a mantra or a prayer as the long legs clutched at him, holding him steady as best they could. He shuddered when John's heat clutched at him, and it hurt to drag himself out of that grip, and it was a sharp relief as he pressed his way back in.

"God..Rodney..Rodney!" John couldn't breathe, couldn't see. He yanked at his bindings now, hips hitching helplessly until Rodney gripped them, fingers pressing hard enough to bruise him and John closed his eyes and smiled, knowing that later Rodney would kiss each fingerprint as they lay tangled together, not caring about skin that was both slick and sticky. Only caring about the way their skin felt when they touched. How the heat of eachother wrapped around them, keeping them warm and connected and focused.

"I've got you..I've got you," Rodney promised, and he thrust in harder and faster and sharper. Short and swift and he was so close that he felt dizzy.

John felt Rodney shudder then he was the one who was coming again, spurting his release between them, coating his own stomach, feeling himself clenching around Rodney's pulsing hardness and then he felt the slick heat inside him, coating him, marking him, branding him forever and he was more than okay with that. Rodney was inside him and no one could see it, but John could feel it and remember it and sometimes he thought he could even taste it.

Rodney sagged over John, easing the long legs off his shoulders, inching up to claim the lush mouth in a kiss that was hard and unyielding because John was strong enough to handle it. To want it even and only then did Rodney push to his hands and knees, fumbling with numb fingers on silken knots until John's wrists were free.

"Rodney.." John smiled as his lover kissed each wrist, sucking on his sensitive flesh. He was free to hold Rodney now so he tugged his arms free and wrapped them around Rodney. He pressed his mouth to the other man's ear but didn't say a word. He didn't have too. They never did. They knew what this was. What it was meant to be. What it would always be.

Rodney pulled his head away to nuzzle John's ear, then the curled into each other, fingertips dancing over skin that was slick and bruised and quivering.

They listened to each other breating, letting it soothe them into slumber.

Three days later John tugged on his restraints. He spread his legs and smiled at the man who kissed the tip of his aching cock.

Rodney lifted his head and smiled back.

THE END