sga drabble wip: amenities
Title: Amenities
Pairing: John/Rodney
Word count: 300
Ratings/Warnings: NSFW. This story may be unsafe for people with triggers. ( skip) Drugs, dubcon.
Contains: Dubcon bondage, consensual bdsm.
Summary: The room's mostly what he expects, luxe and heavily ornamented, the bed piled high with pillows, Rodney manacled to the central pillar.
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"And here is your guest room, Colonel Sheppard," says John's guide through the Niworan embassy. "As you requested, your companions are in the next room. Have a wonderful evening."
"Thank you," John says, and goes inside. The room's mostly what he expects, luxe and heavily ornamented, the bed piled high with pillows, Rodney manacled to the central pillar.
What?
"Mmph!"
John quickly strides to Rodney and yanks off the gag. "Teyla and Ronon?"
"Next door," Rodney says. "I told the escort that we usually share rooms and the next thing I knew, they were dosing me and trussing me up."
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He can't help himself: John smirks, "Don't move," before backing out of the room to check next door.
"We are well," says Teyla. "Is something wrong?"
"A misunderstanding," John says. "I'll check in hourly."
He returns to find Rodney glaring and tugging at the cuffs. "Get these off me."
"Hey, you remember when the Thepec tied me up for a ritual tickling?" John asks. "And you went right for my goddamn ribs? Maybe it's time to see about evening the score on that one."
"John," Rodney pleads, his voice rough.
"I've got you," John says, pressing against him, stroking him.
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"I think when I said we share rooms, the escort noticed the marks," Rodney says breathlessly. "And came to some not entirely incorrect-- but still very unwelcome in this context-- conclusions."
John pets his thumb along the side of Rodney's neck, where a faint pink impression remains from the collar John put on him last night. He loves how easily Rodney's skin marks, but it's a double-edged sword.
"We said we'd never play offworld," John says regretfully, and breaks out his lockpicks.
Once Rodney's free, though, John can't resist. "Just this once," he pins Rodney's wrists and kisses him.
Pairing: John/Rodney
Word count: 300
Ratings/Warnings: NSFW. This story may be unsafe for people with triggers. ( skip) Drugs, dubcon.
Contains: Dubcon bondage, consensual bdsm.
Summary: The room's mostly what he expects, luxe and heavily ornamented, the bed piled high with pillows, Rodney manacled to the central pillar.
-
"And here is your guest room, Colonel Sheppard," says John's guide through the Niworan embassy. "As you requested, your companions are in the next room. Have a wonderful evening."
"Thank you," John says, and goes inside. The room's mostly what he expects, luxe and heavily ornamented, the bed piled high with pillows, Rodney manacled to the central pillar.
What?
"Mmph!"
John quickly strides to Rodney and yanks off the gag. "Teyla and Ronon?"
"Next door," Rodney says. "I told the escort that we usually share rooms and the next thing I knew, they were dosing me and trussing me up."
-
He can't help himself: John smirks, "Don't move," before backing out of the room to check next door.
"We are well," says Teyla. "Is something wrong?"
"A misunderstanding," John says. "I'll check in hourly."
He returns to find Rodney glaring and tugging at the cuffs. "Get these off me."
"Hey, you remember when the Thepec tied me up for a ritual tickling?" John asks. "And you went right for my goddamn ribs? Maybe it's time to see about evening the score on that one."
"John," Rodney pleads, his voice rough.
"I've got you," John says, pressing against him, stroking him.
-
"I think when I said we share rooms, the escort noticed the marks," Rodney says breathlessly. "And came to some not entirely incorrect-- but still very unwelcome in this context-- conclusions."
John pets his thumb along the side of Rodney's neck, where a faint pink impression remains from the collar John put on him last night. He loves how easily Rodney's skin marks, but it's a double-edged sword.
"We said we'd never play offworld," John says regretfully, and breaks out his lockpicks.
Once Rodney's free, though, John can't resist. "Just this once," he pins Rodney's wrists and kisses him.