10_hurt_comfort Fic: "Why Sky Should Never Make Bridge Angry", NC-17, smut
Title: Why Sky Should Never Make Bridge Angry
Author: shurifanstuffs
Fandom & Pairing Power Rangers S.P.D., Bridge/Sky
Prompt: #9 Fight
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Sky and Bridge have a spat, so Bridge takes it upon himself to punish his boyfriend.
Notes: VERY smutty and bondagey. Mmmmmmm.
Sky didn't know what had gotten into him.
Usually he tried hard not to lose his temper at and fight with his teammates- and when he did, it was almost always with Jack. He couldn't remember the last time he'd really fought with Bridge- if he ever had, because his boyfriend was usually the "take it quietly" type- and afterwards, he always felt like a real jerk.
It started when Sky had finished his simulator training, going on some solo missions in order to hone his skills. He had spent several hours there and hadn't done nearly as well as normal, so he was in a very bad mood when he went to seek Bridge out in the lab afterward, wanting nothing more than to spend some time with him, even just holding him.
"Bridge? I'm done," he said as he walked in. "Come on, I've been looking forward to seeing you all day."
"Ah, sorry, Sky, I'm kinda busy," Bridge said cheerfully. He had on a pair of rather ridiculous-looking goggles with magnifying lenses on the front. On his workbench sat a red-and-white morpher and what seemed to be various parts from R.I.C., all hooked up to a computer monitor. "The Battlizer needs a tune-up, and Kat and Boom are both busy with the Zords, so Cruger asked me to do it, and I thought it was gonna be quick but I keep seeing things I can adjust and upgrade and make better-"
"Perfect," Sky said crankily, turning to go. Knowing Bridge, he probably wouldn't be done until much after Sky's usual bedtime, which only made his mood worse.
"Sky. What do you expect me to do? I can't just drop this and go with you," Bridge said reasonably.
"I know that," Sky said back. "I'm just not in a good mood, that's all, I did horribly in the simulator today and now you're blowing me off-"
"I'm NOT blowing you off," Bridge said, raising his goggles and looking incredulous. "This is kind of important work, here."
"Of course. The Battlizer. I get it."
"What's that supposed to mean?" Bridge demanded.
"Nothing. I'm going to bed."
"Fine," Bridge snapped, and Sky felt his anger spike because of the fact that Bridge was getting snippy in return. "I'm so terribly sorry that I'm following my orders. You know, the orders from Cruger. Our boss. It's not my fault you had an off day, either; I don't know why you're being so immature about it." Sky clenched his fists.
"Don't talk to me like that!" Bridge huffily slammed his goggles back down and turned back to his work without another word. "Don't you ignore me!"
"Do you mind? I'm trying to concentrate."
"I'm out of here, then. You can get any thoughts of spending time with me tonight out of your head if you're going to be like that." Sky stormed out of the lab, his face hot with anger, going back toward his and Bridge's room, not really understanding why he was so mad, just that he was. He threw himself down on his bed and seized his copy of the S.P.D. handbook, opening it to a random page and staring at it, not really seeing the words printed on it. He then looked up when the door slid open a few minutes later, and Bridge slowly walked in. Sky opened his mouth to say that he didn't want to talk, but his face fell when he saw the hurt etched on his boyfriend's features. He pulled off his goggles, tossed them onto his computer desk, and stood at Sky's bedside. "Bridge..." Sky sat up, guilt swelling within his chest.
"I wasn't blowing you off," Bridge mumbled. "Honest. I don't know why you would think something like that."
"...God, I'm sorry," Sky said, frowning at him. "I didn't mean to-"
"Can you just hold me for a bit?" Bridge interrupted, and Sky nodded, scooting over on his bunk. Bridge lay down beside him, and Sky pulled his boyfriend close.
"I didn't mean to hurt you like that, Bridge. I'm so, so sorry..."
"I know. Working on the Battlizer is fun, but I would rather be spending more time with you than doing that... believe me."
"...Yeah, I know. I'm an idiot," Sky said, mentally berating himself.
"Sure are." Bridge sighed and snuggled closer, and Sky held him, feeling him relax in his arms.
"I know you have to get back to work," Sky said after a while. "Go on, I can wai-" He stopped short when Bridge looked up at him, and he was shocked to see that his boyfriend's sadness had been changed into an expression of lust. "Oh. Uh..."
"You've been a bad boy," Bridge said, squirming out of Sky's arms. "Know how you can make it up to me?" Sky inhaled sharply when Bridge pushed himself up, lightly bit down on his ear, then sucked where he'd bitten.
"No..."
"Just do as I say." Sky nodded, feeling his cock begin to come to life at this unexpected advance. When they'd reached the point in their relationship where they were comfortable having sex, Sky found Bridge to be surprisingly lively, inventive, and experimental in bed. It was quite a contrast to his usual self- a contrast Sky enjoyed as much as he discovered he liked the sensations of being controlled and dominated by Bridge, made to bend to his will and please him. "Get naked," Bridge instructed, so Sky rolled out of bed and did what he was told as fast as he could, his heart pounding, wondering what his boyfriend was up to. If this was going to be a quickie before he went back to work, Bridge wouldn't have told him to take his clothes off... "Gonna tie you up. Gonna make you come even harder than you ever have before. Now, get back down on the bed. Don't say anything or make any noise." Sky quivered with anticipation as he lay down and Bridge brought out the restraints hidden along the sides of Sky's bed, simple cuffs that nonetheless allowed both of them plenty of pleasure. Bridge slowly, carefully locked them around Sky's wrists and ankles, leaving him spread-eagled and completely vulnerable. Humming to himself, Bridge then reached for a nearby box, pulled a key from his pocket, and unlocked it, taking out a black scarf, which he tied around Sky's eyes, leaving his vision almost completely black. Sky then had to stifle a cry when Bridge bit down on his ear again before he whispered into it, "I'm going back to work now. Gonna leave you here for a while to think about what you did."
"No... Bridge, don't," Sky gasped out, forgetting his promise to be quiet, which earned him a smack to his ass.
"I told you to be quiet."
"Come on, this isn't funny... please, you can't be serious!" However, much to his surprise- and agony- Bridge left the room, as he could hear the doors sliding open and shut. Sky lay still for a minute, fully expecting him to come back, not believing that Bridge could hold himself in for however long he had to in order to finish his work- but the doors stayed closed, and Sky stayed alone, naked, bound, blindfolded, his cock fully erect and rock hard, waiting for release.
"Bridge!" he called out after a while. "Bridge, please... let me go!" He pulled at the cuffs, knowing full well that he wasn't going to get out, that he was at the mercy of Bridge, whenever he decided to show again. He also realized that he shouldn't be shouting too much, lest he attract attention from the others- the last thing he needed right now was for Jack, Syd or Z to walk in on him like this. Perhaps Bridge had planned exactly that, to make it even more agonizing.
So all Sky could do was try to relax, to wait, to find something to concentrate on besides the fact that the longer he waited, the more he was filled with desire, wanting release of some sort, any sort... whether Bridge fucked him, sucked him, made Sky suck him, anything. It seemed like an eternity before the doors finally slid open.
"Bridge?" he whispered, but there was no response. "...Bridge, I know you're there. Please..." However, all Sky heard in response were zippers being unzipped, the soft rustle of clothing being removed and carelessly tossed into a pile, then footsteps. Something was then pressed into each of his ears- earplugs, effectively shutting out further sounds, before Bridge's mouth closed on his in a passionate, heated kiss, his tongue caressing and wrestling with Sky's... then just as suddenly, he'd pulled back, and there was nothing more.
If Sky wasn't almost out of his mind, ready to release, thinking he would come just by being touched, he would marvel at what Bridge was doing. He would never have guessed his boyfriend to have been this in tune with his desires, this inventive, and this self-controlled- Sky himself could not have waited if he had Bridge like that, and he considered himself to be very focused and able to handle himself. He cried out when he felt Bridge's hot breath on one of his ears, then inhaled sharply when he felt something pressed against his mouth, and immediately raised his head slightly, feeling the gag being tied neatly in place.
Now he couldn't see, couldn't hear, couldn't speak...
And still Bridge would not touch him again.
Sky moaned with misery around his gag, pulling against the restraints, still ready to explode. Then, just as he felt as though he couldn't stand it any more, he felt Bridge kiss him on his right ear... then begin to trail down his jawline slowly, agonizingly, until he moved to Sky's neck, his favorite spot, kissed and sucked upon it, maybe hard enough to leave marks. Obviously Bridge had taken his gloves off, as well, because Sky could feel a new edge on his own desire and lust. He was so overwhelmed he didn't realize that Bridge had removed the earplugs until he heard a whisper.
"Have you thought about what you did?" Sky nodded frantically. "Good boy... very good boy. Now, what do you want me to do?" As soon as the gag was pulled off, Sky groaned out,
"Anything... anything... please... I need to... to come..." In response, Bridge re-tied the cloth around his mouth, then took off the blindfold. Sky blinked at the sudden light shining in his eyes, then looked up... before his eyes rolled into the back of his head and he finally orgasmed, unable to hold himself in after all the teasing, shooting come all over his own chest. Bridge tutted, but still had a smile upon his face.
"Too soon. Think I'm gonna need to make you come again." Sky groaned as Bridge went to work lapping up some of the come from Sky's body, wiping off the rest with a towel, before he undid the restraints on Sky's ankles, his tongue trailing down Sky's thighs before he lifted his legs and began to rim him, making Sky squirm, writhe, and give even more muffled moans around his gag. His cock immediately came to life again, and Sky found himself on edge a second time already. He could barely stand it. The waiting had been bad enough, but he was so close... "Man, you look so sexy like that," Bridge whispered upon raising his head. "Wanna make you wait some more, but you've been punished enough." Sky almost fainted with relief when Bridge lubed himself up before kneeling on the bed, resting Sky's legs on his shoulders, then slowly, teasingly pushed into his opening. Sky cried out when this happened, moaning again and again as Bridge moved in and out, always able to hit his favorite spot with every stroke.
It wasn't long before Sky was ready to come again... and Bridge suddenly pulled out of him, quickly adjusted them both and enclosed Sky's cock in his mouth just as he blew a second time, happily swallowing every drop of his come.
"Ah," Bridge gasped out, coming up for air, then lay on his back and began to play with himself, grinning over at Sky's pleading look. "You want to help?" Sky nodded frantically. "Alright." Sky had to stop himself from practically attacking Bridge as soon as his restraints were undone, straddling his boyfriend, eagerly wrapping his fingers around Bridge's cock. Unsurprisingly, it only took a few strokes before Bridge came with an incoherent yell, his come getting all over the two of them. Sky then collapsed against Bridge, feeling all of his muscles giving out.
"...You jerk," he finally gasped out, and received a tweak to his ear in response.
"You're a jerk, too."
"Not THAT big. Damnit..."
"But you enjoyed it, didn't you?"
"Well, I did, but..."
"Then that's all that matters," Bridge said firmly, shoving Sky off of him then snuggling against his side. Sky sighed, kissing his boyfriend's sweaty forehead.
"We really should get cleaned up..."
"Can't we ever snuggle for a bit before then?" Bridge grumped.
"Hey, if you enjoy being sweaty and full of come..."
"Point." Bridge yawned and stretched. "Alright." The two got up and went to shower; Sky returned first, so he got into his pajamas and lay down to wait for Bridge, almost falling asleep while doing so. He then smiled when Bridge came back to the room, waiting for him to put his gloves and pajamas on before he crawled into the bunk beside him, and the two snuggled up together once more.
"You were amazing tonight," Sky said after a while. "Remind me to never piss you off again."
"So were you," said Bridge.
"Please. All I did was lie there and groan while you did all the work."
"So? The fact that you're willing to let me do that to you in the first place is amazing enough. ...I love you, Sky."
"Love you, too, Bridge. I'm still sorry for overreacting earlier."
"You made up for it," Bridge replied sleepily. "More than made up for it..." He yawned widely, so Sky began to play with his hair, looking down adoringly at Bridge as he closed his eyes, his expression pure happiness. He then rested his chin on top of Bridge's head, continuing to stroke his hair long after he'd fallen asleep.
I'm glad we don't fight all that often, Sky thought. I loved that, but I didn't love hurting you. Not at all.
(Crossposted to 10_hurt_comfort)
Author: shurifanstuffs
Fandom & Pairing Power Rangers S.P.D., Bridge/Sky
Prompt: #9 Fight
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Sky and Bridge have a spat, so Bridge takes it upon himself to punish his boyfriend.
Notes: VERY smutty and bondagey. Mmmmmmm.
Sky didn't know what had gotten into him.
Usually he tried hard not to lose his temper at and fight with his teammates- and when he did, it was almost always with Jack. He couldn't remember the last time he'd really fought with Bridge- if he ever had, because his boyfriend was usually the "take it quietly" type- and afterwards, he always felt like a real jerk.
It started when Sky had finished his simulator training, going on some solo missions in order to hone his skills. He had spent several hours there and hadn't done nearly as well as normal, so he was in a very bad mood when he went to seek Bridge out in the lab afterward, wanting nothing more than to spend some time with him, even just holding him.
"Bridge? I'm done," he said as he walked in. "Come on, I've been looking forward to seeing you all day."
"Ah, sorry, Sky, I'm kinda busy," Bridge said cheerfully. He had on a pair of rather ridiculous-looking goggles with magnifying lenses on the front. On his workbench sat a red-and-white morpher and what seemed to be various parts from R.I.C., all hooked up to a computer monitor. "The Battlizer needs a tune-up, and Kat and Boom are both busy with the Zords, so Cruger asked me to do it, and I thought it was gonna be quick but I keep seeing things I can adjust and upgrade and make better-"
"Perfect," Sky said crankily, turning to go. Knowing Bridge, he probably wouldn't be done until much after Sky's usual bedtime, which only made his mood worse.
"Sky. What do you expect me to do? I can't just drop this and go with you," Bridge said reasonably.
"I know that," Sky said back. "I'm just not in a good mood, that's all, I did horribly in the simulator today and now you're blowing me off-"
"I'm NOT blowing you off," Bridge said, raising his goggles and looking incredulous. "This is kind of important work, here."
"Of course. The Battlizer. I get it."
"What's that supposed to mean?" Bridge demanded.
"Nothing. I'm going to bed."
"Fine," Bridge snapped, and Sky felt his anger spike because of the fact that Bridge was getting snippy in return. "I'm so terribly sorry that I'm following my orders. You know, the orders from Cruger. Our boss. It's not my fault you had an off day, either; I don't know why you're being so immature about it." Sky clenched his fists.
"Don't talk to me like that!" Bridge huffily slammed his goggles back down and turned back to his work without another word. "Don't you ignore me!"
"Do you mind? I'm trying to concentrate."
"I'm out of here, then. You can get any thoughts of spending time with me tonight out of your head if you're going to be like that." Sky stormed out of the lab, his face hot with anger, going back toward his and Bridge's room, not really understanding why he was so mad, just that he was. He threw himself down on his bed and seized his copy of the S.P.D. handbook, opening it to a random page and staring at it, not really seeing the words printed on it. He then looked up when the door slid open a few minutes later, and Bridge slowly walked in. Sky opened his mouth to say that he didn't want to talk, but his face fell when he saw the hurt etched on his boyfriend's features. He pulled off his goggles, tossed them onto his computer desk, and stood at Sky's bedside. "Bridge..." Sky sat up, guilt swelling within his chest.
"I wasn't blowing you off," Bridge mumbled. "Honest. I don't know why you would think something like that."
"...God, I'm sorry," Sky said, frowning at him. "I didn't mean to-"
"Can you just hold me for a bit?" Bridge interrupted, and Sky nodded, scooting over on his bunk. Bridge lay down beside him, and Sky pulled his boyfriend close.
"I didn't mean to hurt you like that, Bridge. I'm so, so sorry..."
"I know. Working on the Battlizer is fun, but I would rather be spending more time with you than doing that... believe me."
"...Yeah, I know. I'm an idiot," Sky said, mentally berating himself.
"Sure are." Bridge sighed and snuggled closer, and Sky held him, feeling him relax in his arms.
"I know you have to get back to work," Sky said after a while. "Go on, I can wai-" He stopped short when Bridge looked up at him, and he was shocked to see that his boyfriend's sadness had been changed into an expression of lust. "Oh. Uh..."
"You've been a bad boy," Bridge said, squirming out of Sky's arms. "Know how you can make it up to me?" Sky inhaled sharply when Bridge pushed himself up, lightly bit down on his ear, then sucked where he'd bitten.
"No..."
"Just do as I say." Sky nodded, feeling his cock begin to come to life at this unexpected advance. When they'd reached the point in their relationship where they were comfortable having sex, Sky found Bridge to be surprisingly lively, inventive, and experimental in bed. It was quite a contrast to his usual self- a contrast Sky enjoyed as much as he discovered he liked the sensations of being controlled and dominated by Bridge, made to bend to his will and please him. "Get naked," Bridge instructed, so Sky rolled out of bed and did what he was told as fast as he could, his heart pounding, wondering what his boyfriend was up to. If this was going to be a quickie before he went back to work, Bridge wouldn't have told him to take his clothes off... "Gonna tie you up. Gonna make you come even harder than you ever have before. Now, get back down on the bed. Don't say anything or make any noise." Sky quivered with anticipation as he lay down and Bridge brought out the restraints hidden along the sides of Sky's bed, simple cuffs that nonetheless allowed both of them plenty of pleasure. Bridge slowly, carefully locked them around Sky's wrists and ankles, leaving him spread-eagled and completely vulnerable. Humming to himself, Bridge then reached for a nearby box, pulled a key from his pocket, and unlocked it, taking out a black scarf, which he tied around Sky's eyes, leaving his vision almost completely black. Sky then had to stifle a cry when Bridge bit down on his ear again before he whispered into it, "I'm going back to work now. Gonna leave you here for a while to think about what you did."
"No... Bridge, don't," Sky gasped out, forgetting his promise to be quiet, which earned him a smack to his ass.
"I told you to be quiet."
"Come on, this isn't funny... please, you can't be serious!" However, much to his surprise- and agony- Bridge left the room, as he could hear the doors sliding open and shut. Sky lay still for a minute, fully expecting him to come back, not believing that Bridge could hold himself in for however long he had to in order to finish his work- but the doors stayed closed, and Sky stayed alone, naked, bound, blindfolded, his cock fully erect and rock hard, waiting for release.
"Bridge!" he called out after a while. "Bridge, please... let me go!" He pulled at the cuffs, knowing full well that he wasn't going to get out, that he was at the mercy of Bridge, whenever he decided to show again. He also realized that he shouldn't be shouting too much, lest he attract attention from the others- the last thing he needed right now was for Jack, Syd or Z to walk in on him like this. Perhaps Bridge had planned exactly that, to make it even more agonizing.
So all Sky could do was try to relax, to wait, to find something to concentrate on besides the fact that the longer he waited, the more he was filled with desire, wanting release of some sort, any sort... whether Bridge fucked him, sucked him, made Sky suck him, anything. It seemed like an eternity before the doors finally slid open.
"Bridge?" he whispered, but there was no response. "...Bridge, I know you're there. Please..." However, all Sky heard in response were zippers being unzipped, the soft rustle of clothing being removed and carelessly tossed into a pile, then footsteps. Something was then pressed into each of his ears- earplugs, effectively shutting out further sounds, before Bridge's mouth closed on his in a passionate, heated kiss, his tongue caressing and wrestling with Sky's... then just as suddenly, he'd pulled back, and there was nothing more.
If Sky wasn't almost out of his mind, ready to release, thinking he would come just by being touched, he would marvel at what Bridge was doing. He would never have guessed his boyfriend to have been this in tune with his desires, this inventive, and this self-controlled- Sky himself could not have waited if he had Bridge like that, and he considered himself to be very focused and able to handle himself. He cried out when he felt Bridge's hot breath on one of his ears, then inhaled sharply when he felt something pressed against his mouth, and immediately raised his head slightly, feeling the gag being tied neatly in place.
Now he couldn't see, couldn't hear, couldn't speak...
And still Bridge would not touch him again.
Sky moaned with misery around his gag, pulling against the restraints, still ready to explode. Then, just as he felt as though he couldn't stand it any more, he felt Bridge kiss him on his right ear... then begin to trail down his jawline slowly, agonizingly, until he moved to Sky's neck, his favorite spot, kissed and sucked upon it, maybe hard enough to leave marks. Obviously Bridge had taken his gloves off, as well, because Sky could feel a new edge on his own desire and lust. He was so overwhelmed he didn't realize that Bridge had removed the earplugs until he heard a whisper.
"Have you thought about what you did?" Sky nodded frantically. "Good boy... very good boy. Now, what do you want me to do?" As soon as the gag was pulled off, Sky groaned out,
"Anything... anything... please... I need to... to come..." In response, Bridge re-tied the cloth around his mouth, then took off the blindfold. Sky blinked at the sudden light shining in his eyes, then looked up... before his eyes rolled into the back of his head and he finally orgasmed, unable to hold himself in after all the teasing, shooting come all over his own chest. Bridge tutted, but still had a smile upon his face.
"Too soon. Think I'm gonna need to make you come again." Sky groaned as Bridge went to work lapping up some of the come from Sky's body, wiping off the rest with a towel, before he undid the restraints on Sky's ankles, his tongue trailing down Sky's thighs before he lifted his legs and began to rim him, making Sky squirm, writhe, and give even more muffled moans around his gag. His cock immediately came to life again, and Sky found himself on edge a second time already. He could barely stand it. The waiting had been bad enough, but he was so close... "Man, you look so sexy like that," Bridge whispered upon raising his head. "Wanna make you wait some more, but you've been punished enough." Sky almost fainted with relief when Bridge lubed himself up before kneeling on the bed, resting Sky's legs on his shoulders, then slowly, teasingly pushed into his opening. Sky cried out when this happened, moaning again and again as Bridge moved in and out, always able to hit his favorite spot with every stroke.
It wasn't long before Sky was ready to come again... and Bridge suddenly pulled out of him, quickly adjusted them both and enclosed Sky's cock in his mouth just as he blew a second time, happily swallowing every drop of his come.
"Ah," Bridge gasped out, coming up for air, then lay on his back and began to play with himself, grinning over at Sky's pleading look. "You want to help?" Sky nodded frantically. "Alright." Sky had to stop himself from practically attacking Bridge as soon as his restraints were undone, straddling his boyfriend, eagerly wrapping his fingers around Bridge's cock. Unsurprisingly, it only took a few strokes before Bridge came with an incoherent yell, his come getting all over the two of them. Sky then collapsed against Bridge, feeling all of his muscles giving out.
"...You jerk," he finally gasped out, and received a tweak to his ear in response.
"You're a jerk, too."
"Not THAT big. Damnit..."
"But you enjoyed it, didn't you?"
"Well, I did, but..."
"Then that's all that matters," Bridge said firmly, shoving Sky off of him then snuggling against his side. Sky sighed, kissing his boyfriend's sweaty forehead.
"We really should get cleaned up..."
"Can't we ever snuggle for a bit before then?" Bridge grumped.
"Hey, if you enjoy being sweaty and full of come..."
"Point." Bridge yawned and stretched. "Alright." The two got up and went to shower; Sky returned first, so he got into his pajamas and lay down to wait for Bridge, almost falling asleep while doing so. He then smiled when Bridge came back to the room, waiting for him to put his gloves and pajamas on before he crawled into the bunk beside him, and the two snuggled up together once more.
"You were amazing tonight," Sky said after a while. "Remind me to never piss you off again."
"So were you," said Bridge.
"Please. All I did was lie there and groan while you did all the work."
"So? The fact that you're willing to let me do that to you in the first place is amazing enough. ...I love you, Sky."
"Love you, too, Bridge. I'm still sorry for overreacting earlier."
"You made up for it," Bridge replied sleepily. "More than made up for it..." He yawned widely, so Sky began to play with his hair, looking down adoringly at Bridge as he closed his eyes, his expression pure happiness. He then rested his chin on top of Bridge's head, continuing to stroke his hair long after he'd fallen asleep.
I'm glad we don't fight all that often, Sky thought. I loved that, but I didn't love hurting you. Not at all.
(Crossposted to 10_hurt_comfort)