Ficlet: "Trust Me", Bridge/Sky smut
Why, a few little birdies have informed me that it's lttledvl_writes's birthday today. Now, I can't just not acknowledge this and use it as a thinly-veiled excuse to write porn. So here's a happy birthday ficlet for you!
Title: Trust Me
Author: Mary (shurimon and shurifanstuffs on Livejournal)
Fandom & Pairings: Power Rangers SPD, Bridge/Sky
Rating: NC-17
Warnings/Indications: Unbeta'd. NOT WORKSAFE. AU, bondage, male/male smut.
Disclaimer: I don't own the characters and make no claim to. All characters involved are over age 18.
Summary: Sky has discovered Bridge's "little fetish", but finds out bondage is a little bit more complicated than he first thought.
Notes: This is a sequel to "Turn-On". Assume Bridge and Sky are an established couple. From Sky's point of view.
"Any way you want me... have me."
I'd spoken those words the previous night, when Bridge had subtly revealed to me that nothing made him hornier than the idea of having me tied up, gagged, and at his mercy. Bridge had been so shocked that I was actually a little open to the idea that he'd babbled on and on about a lot of nothing then turned over and gone to sleep, leaving me to finish what he'd started and jerking myself off. The whole day afterwards, he had uncharacteristically avoided me as much as he could, and whenever he couldn't, he'd turn tomato red. Of course, he couldn't exactly reveal to the others what he was blushing about (whenever the others asked, he'd mutter something about feeling a little feverish), but for both of us, our daily duties and chores couldn't have gone by fast enough.
Now, after a whole day of wondering anxiously what he was cooking up for me, telling myself I was ready for whatever he was going to dish out, I found myself naked and standing over an equally-naked (except for his gloves) Bridge, staring down at a length of soft cotton rope in my hands.
"So... the idea is that I use this to tie you down, have my wicked way with you, maybe even make you come more than once... and this is supposed to establish trust between us?" I asked slowly.
"Yup," said Bridge cheerfully. "After all, you can't have a relationship of any sort without trust, can you, and you need a special kind of trust when you're letting somebody tie you up and have sex with you, because really, you need to trust the person tying you up to-"
"Enough," I sighed. "I... I'm not sure if I feel comfortable with this."
"You were open to the idea yesterday," he replied, pouting and fiddling with the strap on one of his gloves. "At least, I took you saying I could have you any way I wanted to mean you were open to it, and if you meant something different..."
"I know, I know. This just... feels weird," I said, setting the rope down. "Part of it is I have no idea what I'm doing. I mean, they don't make manuals for this sort of thing, do they? WAIT- wait, of course they do, stupid me. How did you find out this turns you on, anyway? WAIT, wait, wait, do I really want to know?"
"Uhmmm..." Bridge rubbed the back of his head, laughing nervously. "Let's just say I looked forward to all those nights you had night watch."
"... What?"
"Oh, come ON, Sky, don't tell me you haven't at least looked at any? I think I might have to give you up for a lost cause if you don't have at least a gig on your hard drive, or a few bookmarks in a wannabe-inconspicuous folder on your favorites in Firefox..."
"...Huh?"
"Porn! You know, the whole reason the Internet exists!" he said, throwing up his hands in exhasperation as he sat up.
"It's none of your business if I've looked at any or not," I grumbled. "And I... REALLY didn't want to know that about you either." Any further statements from me were silenced when he jumped up and devoured my mouth in a kiss.
"Look, Sky, I'm gonna be frank. We've been together for several months now," he said when he'd pulled away. "I love you, you love me, we love each other. You told me when we first hooked up that we shouldn't be afraid of our relationship, remember? If we're not comfortable discussing this kind of stuff by now, we're never going to be. I've held back and not told you about my fetish because I didn't want to weird you out, and I certainly don't want to force you into things you're not ready for, but you're sending me mixed signals, baby. Take a little risk once in a while."
"I'm sorry," I sighed, kissing back. "You're right. I'm just... I'm afraid I'm going to do something wrong, that's all. I mean, tying you up feels like it should be a simple act, and I felt like it was going to be last night, but now that we're ready to do it, it feels... different."
"That's why I told you you could do it to me first," he said, laying back down. "Like I said, this involves a tremendous amount of trust. I'm giving my body to you to do anything you want to it... within reason, of course. I'm allowing you to bind me, gag me, render me helpless to escape. Come to think of it, we should pick out a safeword first..."
I can't believe I'm doing this, I thought, taking a deep breath before saying aloud,
"Alright, then, let's do it. But, ah, what's a safeword?"
"A built-in safety net. A word I can shout if things get to be a little too much, something you'd normally never hear while we're having sex, so you know when to stop."
"Bridge?"
"Hmm?"
"That's all well and good, but how's that going to help you if I'm going to gag you first?" I wanted to know.
"Oh. Good point," he said, frowning. "Well, uh, how about if I wave my arm, like this, instead."
"Bridge. You're going to be tied up. You can't wave your arm while you're tied up."
"Oh. Duh."
"Forget it, forget it," I said, turning away. "This is nuts. Something that's supposed to be mutually pleasurable shouldn't be this hard."
"Come on, PLEASE?" he begged. "We can skip the safeword part, I doubt you're going to do anything to me that would require one, anyway. Not that I'm insulting you or anything, of course, it's just that you're always so gentle and kinda reserved while we're in bed-"
"OK, OK, we'll skip that part. So... what do I do now?"
"Just use the rope and bind me up. Simple, yes? ...You really don't want to do this, do you?" he asked, sounding disappointed, and I shrugged, feeling my body go hot as I blushed.
"It's not so much that I don't want to do it," I said slowly, "it's just... I spent all day thinking I was gonna be on the bottom. The more I think about it, the more I really... really... REALLY want to be where you are right now." A slow, rather evil smile spread across Bridge's face as he got up once more, picking up the rope and standing behind me, one hand in the small of my back.
"OK, if you INSIST," he sighed, mock-impatient. "We can do what I really wanted to in the first place, and what you essentially said you wanted to do when you told me I could have you any way I wanted you. Lie down, then, and I'll see if I can muster up the sexual desire to suck you off or something while you're tied up."
"Let's go, already," I said, actually feeling impatient. The evil grin remained as I allowed him to shove me down onto the bed, and we started making out, as per our usual foreplay routine. Soon he'd left my mouth and kissed down to my neck, sucking on it as he pulled his gloves off. I could feel through his bare hands that he was already a little friskier than he usually was when we had sex. I remembered that last night he'd gotten up just from hearing the noises I made while he'd had a hand covering my mouth and actually smiled to myself as we entered our usual sexual roles, wondering if he'd even get to the point where he'd suck me or if he'd come long before then.
Soon Bridge was kissing down down my body, starting at my mouth and ending at my belly button before his tongue caressed the insides of my thighs. I allowed myself a moan as I slowly but surely became erect. Bridge scooted back up and lay beside me, snuggling up and blowing into my ear, making me shiver.
"Shh... if you're a good boy and stay still and quiet, I won't have to tie you up and silence you," he purred, and I turned my head and gently bit the end of his nose.
"I don't like being silenced," I said playfully. "I'm gonna make LOTS of noise, and wriggle around a lot, and you can't do a thing about it." He took his cue from this, and ordered me to turn on my side and place my arms behind my back. I obeyed, tensing a little as he tied my wrists together; I could feel him getting hotter and hotter as he did so.
"On the contrary, I can do something about it," he said, blowing in my ear again before nibbling on it. "I'll give you one last chance to be a good boy."
"Not gonna," I said, twisting my head around to look at him. "You do whatever you want to me, I'm not gonna be quiet." He turned and grabbed something off the nightstand. I relaxed and let myself enjoy the experience as he first blindfolded me with a black scarf, turning me onto my back and licking, biting, and sucking all over my neck and chest. I moaned loudly as he sucked on a nipple while he simultaniously played with my cock, half-heartedly tugging at my bonds as he did so. "Ohhh... ohhhh... come on," I grunted. "Stop teasing me."
"You're hardly in a position to be making demands," Bridge pointed out, snuggling back up to my side again, and laying still for a long while. I was just about to open my mouth again when he whispered, "Beg. Beg me to go on, or I won't."
"I know you're just as anxious as I am," I gasped out. "I can feel it. Stop stalling and get on with it..."
"I won't unless you beg me," he growled into my ear. "I want to hear it... how long I've waited to have you like this..."
"OK, OK... please, Bridge, don't leave me this way..." I whispered. "Go on... please..."
"Ahh... see, it wasn't so hard, was it?" He actually sang to himself as he straddled me, removing the blindfold, allowing me to take him in. He was fully erect and swollen, and his expression told me nothing could possibly make him happier than having me in the position I was currently in. Knowing this pleased him merely made me more anxious for him to go on, but any more begging I was about to do was stifled when he tied the scarf around my mouth. His face seemed to fall for a moment before he gave a loud groan of pure pleasure and attacked my body with his lips, tongue, and teeth once more. I responded with a lot of noise, and though his bare hands I felt him approaching climax the more I squirmed and pretended to resist. He finally took my cock in his mouth and began sucking me off as he jerked himself off, only able to hold himself off long enough for us to come at nearly the same time.
When Bridge had swallowed my load, he collapsed on top of me, tickling my sides. I could feel through his hands that coming so hard had tired him out, but he was happy.
"God, you look so cute all helpless like that," he murmured. "I'd take a picture if I didn't know it'd probably be found somewhere."
"Mmmm," I muttered, looking pleadingly at him.
"OK, I'll let you go," he said, sighing wistfully as he rolled off me, pushing me onto my side and taking the rope and gag off. "I gather you enjoyed it, then?" he asked me, and I nodded. "Thank you for trusting me."
"You've never steered me wrong before," I said, kissing him while getting an idea. "But, gee, Bridge, you made a bit of a mess on yourself and me. We're all sweaty now, too. I think we both need a little shower..."
Title: Trust Me
Author: Mary (shurimon and shurifanstuffs on Livejournal)
Fandom & Pairings: Power Rangers SPD, Bridge/Sky
Rating: NC-17
Warnings/Indications: Unbeta'd. NOT WORKSAFE. AU, bondage, male/male smut.
Disclaimer: I don't own the characters and make no claim to. All characters involved are over age 18.
Summary: Sky has discovered Bridge's "little fetish", but finds out bondage is a little bit more complicated than he first thought.
Notes: This is a sequel to "Turn-On". Assume Bridge and Sky are an established couple. From Sky's point of view.
"Any way you want me... have me."
I'd spoken those words the previous night, when Bridge had subtly revealed to me that nothing made him hornier than the idea of having me tied up, gagged, and at his mercy. Bridge had been so shocked that I was actually a little open to the idea that he'd babbled on and on about a lot of nothing then turned over and gone to sleep, leaving me to finish what he'd started and jerking myself off. The whole day afterwards, he had uncharacteristically avoided me as much as he could, and whenever he couldn't, he'd turn tomato red. Of course, he couldn't exactly reveal to the others what he was blushing about (whenever the others asked, he'd mutter something about feeling a little feverish), but for both of us, our daily duties and chores couldn't have gone by fast enough.
Now, after a whole day of wondering anxiously what he was cooking up for me, telling myself I was ready for whatever he was going to dish out, I found myself naked and standing over an equally-naked (except for his gloves) Bridge, staring down at a length of soft cotton rope in my hands.
"So... the idea is that I use this to tie you down, have my wicked way with you, maybe even make you come more than once... and this is supposed to establish trust between us?" I asked slowly.
"Yup," said Bridge cheerfully. "After all, you can't have a relationship of any sort without trust, can you, and you need a special kind of trust when you're letting somebody tie you up and have sex with you, because really, you need to trust the person tying you up to-"
"Enough," I sighed. "I... I'm not sure if I feel comfortable with this."
"You were open to the idea yesterday," he replied, pouting and fiddling with the strap on one of his gloves. "At least, I took you saying I could have you any way I wanted to mean you were open to it, and if you meant something different..."
"I know, I know. This just... feels weird," I said, setting the rope down. "Part of it is I have no idea what I'm doing. I mean, they don't make manuals for this sort of thing, do they? WAIT- wait, of course they do, stupid me. How did you find out this turns you on, anyway? WAIT, wait, wait, do I really want to know?"
"Uhmmm..." Bridge rubbed the back of his head, laughing nervously. "Let's just say I looked forward to all those nights you had night watch."
"... What?"
"Oh, come ON, Sky, don't tell me you haven't at least looked at any? I think I might have to give you up for a lost cause if you don't have at least a gig on your hard drive, or a few bookmarks in a wannabe-inconspicuous folder on your favorites in Firefox..."
"...Huh?"
"Porn! You know, the whole reason the Internet exists!" he said, throwing up his hands in exhasperation as he sat up.
"It's none of your business if I've looked at any or not," I grumbled. "And I... REALLY didn't want to know that about you either." Any further statements from me were silenced when he jumped up and devoured my mouth in a kiss.
"Look, Sky, I'm gonna be frank. We've been together for several months now," he said when he'd pulled away. "I love you, you love me, we love each other. You told me when we first hooked up that we shouldn't be afraid of our relationship, remember? If we're not comfortable discussing this kind of stuff by now, we're never going to be. I've held back and not told you about my fetish because I didn't want to weird you out, and I certainly don't want to force you into things you're not ready for, but you're sending me mixed signals, baby. Take a little risk once in a while."
"I'm sorry," I sighed, kissing back. "You're right. I'm just... I'm afraid I'm going to do something wrong, that's all. I mean, tying you up feels like it should be a simple act, and I felt like it was going to be last night, but now that we're ready to do it, it feels... different."
"That's why I told you you could do it to me first," he said, laying back down. "Like I said, this involves a tremendous amount of trust. I'm giving my body to you to do anything you want to it... within reason, of course. I'm allowing you to bind me, gag me, render me helpless to escape. Come to think of it, we should pick out a safeword first..."
I can't believe I'm doing this, I thought, taking a deep breath before saying aloud,
"Alright, then, let's do it. But, ah, what's a safeword?"
"A built-in safety net. A word I can shout if things get to be a little too much, something you'd normally never hear while we're having sex, so you know when to stop."
"Bridge?"
"Hmm?"
"That's all well and good, but how's that going to help you if I'm going to gag you first?" I wanted to know.
"Oh. Good point," he said, frowning. "Well, uh, how about if I wave my arm, like this, instead."
"Bridge. You're going to be tied up. You can't wave your arm while you're tied up."
"Oh. Duh."
"Forget it, forget it," I said, turning away. "This is nuts. Something that's supposed to be mutually pleasurable shouldn't be this hard."
"Come on, PLEASE?" he begged. "We can skip the safeword part, I doubt you're going to do anything to me that would require one, anyway. Not that I'm insulting you or anything, of course, it's just that you're always so gentle and kinda reserved while we're in bed-"
"OK, OK, we'll skip that part. So... what do I do now?"
"Just use the rope and bind me up. Simple, yes? ...You really don't want to do this, do you?" he asked, sounding disappointed, and I shrugged, feeling my body go hot as I blushed.
"It's not so much that I don't want to do it," I said slowly, "it's just... I spent all day thinking I was gonna be on the bottom. The more I think about it, the more I really... really... REALLY want to be where you are right now." A slow, rather evil smile spread across Bridge's face as he got up once more, picking up the rope and standing behind me, one hand in the small of my back.
"OK, if you INSIST," he sighed, mock-impatient. "We can do what I really wanted to in the first place, and what you essentially said you wanted to do when you told me I could have you any way I wanted you. Lie down, then, and I'll see if I can muster up the sexual desire to suck you off or something while you're tied up."
"Let's go, already," I said, actually feeling impatient. The evil grin remained as I allowed him to shove me down onto the bed, and we started making out, as per our usual foreplay routine. Soon he'd left my mouth and kissed down to my neck, sucking on it as he pulled his gloves off. I could feel through his bare hands that he was already a little friskier than he usually was when we had sex. I remembered that last night he'd gotten up just from hearing the noises I made while he'd had a hand covering my mouth and actually smiled to myself as we entered our usual sexual roles, wondering if he'd even get to the point where he'd suck me or if he'd come long before then.
Soon Bridge was kissing down down my body, starting at my mouth and ending at my belly button before his tongue caressed the insides of my thighs. I allowed myself a moan as I slowly but surely became erect. Bridge scooted back up and lay beside me, snuggling up and blowing into my ear, making me shiver.
"Shh... if you're a good boy and stay still and quiet, I won't have to tie you up and silence you," he purred, and I turned my head and gently bit the end of his nose.
"I don't like being silenced," I said playfully. "I'm gonna make LOTS of noise, and wriggle around a lot, and you can't do a thing about it." He took his cue from this, and ordered me to turn on my side and place my arms behind my back. I obeyed, tensing a little as he tied my wrists together; I could feel him getting hotter and hotter as he did so.
"On the contrary, I can do something about it," he said, blowing in my ear again before nibbling on it. "I'll give you one last chance to be a good boy."
"Not gonna," I said, twisting my head around to look at him. "You do whatever you want to me, I'm not gonna be quiet." He turned and grabbed something off the nightstand. I relaxed and let myself enjoy the experience as he first blindfolded me with a black scarf, turning me onto my back and licking, biting, and sucking all over my neck and chest. I moaned loudly as he sucked on a nipple while he simultaniously played with my cock, half-heartedly tugging at my bonds as he did so. "Ohhh... ohhhh... come on," I grunted. "Stop teasing me."
"You're hardly in a position to be making demands," Bridge pointed out, snuggling back up to my side again, and laying still for a long while. I was just about to open my mouth again when he whispered, "Beg. Beg me to go on, or I won't."
"I know you're just as anxious as I am," I gasped out. "I can feel it. Stop stalling and get on with it..."
"I won't unless you beg me," he growled into my ear. "I want to hear it... how long I've waited to have you like this..."
"OK, OK... please, Bridge, don't leave me this way..." I whispered. "Go on... please..."
"Ahh... see, it wasn't so hard, was it?" He actually sang to himself as he straddled me, removing the blindfold, allowing me to take him in. He was fully erect and swollen, and his expression told me nothing could possibly make him happier than having me in the position I was currently in. Knowing this pleased him merely made me more anxious for him to go on, but any more begging I was about to do was stifled when he tied the scarf around my mouth. His face seemed to fall for a moment before he gave a loud groan of pure pleasure and attacked my body with his lips, tongue, and teeth once more. I responded with a lot of noise, and though his bare hands I felt him approaching climax the more I squirmed and pretended to resist. He finally took my cock in his mouth and began sucking me off as he jerked himself off, only able to hold himself off long enough for us to come at nearly the same time.
When Bridge had swallowed my load, he collapsed on top of me, tickling my sides. I could feel through his hands that coming so hard had tired him out, but he was happy.
"God, you look so cute all helpless like that," he murmured. "I'd take a picture if I didn't know it'd probably be found somewhere."
"Mmmm," I muttered, looking pleadingly at him.
"OK, I'll let you go," he said, sighing wistfully as he rolled off me, pushing me onto my side and taking the rope and gag off. "I gather you enjoyed it, then?" he asked me, and I nodded. "Thank you for trusting me."
"You've never steered me wrong before," I said, kissing him while getting an idea. "But, gee, Bridge, you made a bit of a mess on yourself and me. We're all sweaty now, too. I think we both need a little shower..."