SGA RPS (Joe/David) fanfic: Knowing Joe
This is Real Person Slash. If you're not sure, that you're okay with that, don't peek under the cut. Or at least don't blame me for being sick. More warnings below the cut.
Okay, so over at summercon there is the Bad Manips and the Stories that love them anyway challenge, which, as the title suggests, is about people posting manips and inspiring fic with it. wearmyhat posted several amazing manips, including this one:
So I wrote this fic. It needs to be beta-read and polished (possibly a lot), but I won't be able to fully do that by Monday, so I'm posting this now. If you are willing to beta-read this (and possibly other fic (Joe/David and/or McShep)) please let me know.
Title: Knowing Joe
Author: velocitygrass
Pairing/Fandom: Joe Flanigan/David Hewlett, Stargate:Atlantis RPS
Rating: NC-17
Word count: ~2300
Genre: First Time, Slash, Bondage
Disclaimer: This didn't happen nor will it ever.
Summary: Joe likes it rough. David notices and confronts him.
Warnings: Bondage, Cluelessness (and by that I mean both David in the fic and me writing this fic)
Feedback: Yes, please. I'd really love to know if this worked for anyone or if my mind is just really sick and wrong (in a bad way that is).
Notes: Thank you svmadelyn for creating and running summercon and of course the brilliant wearmyhat for the inspiration (and allowing me to post the picture in this post)!
Also, no disrespect meant to Misters Flanigan and Hewlett. I adore them. You can disrespect me however. In fact I'm pretty sure I deserve it.
Knowing Joe
In 6 years Joe had never done anything as unprofessional as storming off the set simply because... well, David wasn't exactly sure. In those years Sheppard had been hit or fallen down or any number of things that could be generalized as rough handling and Joe had taken it all in stride. And now a slightly too tight rope had driven him into his trailer. Jason was talking to him now.
David watched as Rachel talked to Martin. He didn't join the conversation. Truthfully he had no idea what had just happened. He and Joe got along well enough, but despite the time they shared on the set, they weren't close friends. He remembered when Joe had told them about his divorce and everyone talked about how they'd notice the change and suspected. Except David, who really hadn't noticed a thing.
Jason came back alone. He said something to Martin, who nodded sternly, then told everyone to get ready, they'd continue in a minute. Jason shrugged at Rachel. David didn't have to come closer to see that Jason also didn't have the slightest idea why Joe had run mid-scene. And if Joe didn't want to tell, they'd never know. That's how he was.
Martin went away and came back with Joe in tow. He looked as if nothing had happened, slightly tense perhaps, but he always looked tense, when they shot something he didn't like. He did avoid looking at the others, apologized to the prop guy who'd put the rope on his hands and let him tie him up. Prop guy was very, very careful this time and Joe gave him the most uncomfortable smile David had ever seen.
Then they were off again. David had no text for the beginning of the scene. He just had to kneel next to Joe, looking unhappy. He watched Joe. The tip of his ear was red. That was strange, because as far as David remembered Joe's ears weren't usually red. Not even, when Sheppard was angry, as he was now, captured by the villain of the week. Sheppard was all silent defiance, rope taut, jaw clenched, until the villain had finished his monologue and Sheppard answered with his quip. Exit villain, enter Teyla and Ronon to the rescue.
David's knees were beginning to hurt. The padding really didn't help much. But then he finally could get up, Ronon was untying McKay, Teyla was untying Sheppard's feet and McKay deftly removed the rope, that held Sheppard's hands, from the pole it had been tied to.
And maybe he was getting old, because David didn't even remember the storming-off-the-set thing until he saw that look on Joe. That look that he hadn't seen, when aforementioned storming off had taken place, because he had waited for Martin's sign to get ready, not wanting to get on his knees any sooner than absolutely necessary. But now he saw it. What exactly he saw, he didn't know, but it was something and he was fairly certain it was something he shouldn't see. He became aware, that they were supposed to spring into action, which Joe really wasn't, instead staring at David with that look.
"Any moment now, Colonel," David let McKay say and the cameras kept rolling and Joe (or Sheppard) rolled his eyes and was off.
When they re-shot the scene, Joe didn't need David's prompt. But he still gave him that look. David had pulled on the rope harder than before. In the next take David pulled even harder, which was absolutely unnecessary, but Joe didn't complain. He didn't say anything. He just gave him that look, only more intensely as if telling David all his secrets. Which really was something Joe wouldn't do, but still David kept pulling harder until Martin told him to stop, Joe still needed his arms, but Joe protested it was all right. They both ignored the stares and kept it up for the last two takes. It being whatever it was they were doing. David sure as hell had no idea, but he had a feeling Joe knew, but would never tell him. He hated that feeling.
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David went to Joe's trailer later that day.
Joe let him in. David didn't say anything. Joe gave him a look. Not that look. A 'So, what do you want?' look. And suddenly David wondered what did he want. Except that to even contemplate that he'd have to understand which options he had, which unfortunately was absolutely not the case. The only thing he had was a vague feeling. That and the rope from the prop department. Which he now got from the behind his back for Joe to see.
And oh yes, that look was back with a vengeance. He didn't know how long Joe stared at the rope and then him, but certainly too long for the "Funny", that Joe eventually let out, to be the light-hearted reaction it was probably supposed to be. The dismissal, which David was sure it was meant to be. His brain told him that this was it and that whatever he had thought would happen, was not going to happen, and he could go now and leave this strange thing behind him. And he prepared to go, only his feet carried him towards Joe who had taken a step back and his hands lifted the rope and started putting it on Joe's wrists.
David didn't look at Joe, instead concentrated on tying Joe's hands together with the rope, waiting for him to pull away and tell him "Enough" and to stop and just go away. But when Joe did speak it was a choked "door" and David did look up then, straight into Joe's hazel eyes. And it was that look again, which maybe David finally understood. Want, need, guilt, lust, shame. And pleading now.
David went to the door and for a moment he wondered if he should just open it and get out. Leave Joe standing there, hands tied together. Because if he did what he was doing now, locking the door so that they wouldn't be disturbed, he'd have to continue this and he still wasn't exactly sure, what game it was they were playing. But as before his body seemed to know what to do. He went back to Joe, whose look was leaning towards anticipation now. He lifted his wrists to David and for a moment he felt terribly helpless faced with such openness and... trust. He was building up the courage to ask "What do you want me to do?", when his eyes caught the coat hooks on the cupboard.
With more certainty than he felt he pushed Joe backwards in that direction, then pushed up his tied wrists and drew the rope around the highest hook. Joe let his arms sag a bit. David pulled on the other end of the rope until it was taut, and fastened it in a knot he had learned while sailing. The rope was only stretched because Joe strained against it side- and downwards. It wouldn't have worked otherwise because Joe was tall enough to slip his hands over the hook, if he wanted to. Which he clearly didn't. Which was something that David's mind hadn't quite wrapped around yet. But at the moment he was running on auto-pilot, which tended to work well enough for him usually.
Right now it was telling him that he hadn't been on his knees enough for a day apparently. Joe strained some more against the rope, when David knelt in front of him. And David really should have seen this coming. He was attracted to Joe, no question about it, but he'd never thought he'd get to touch him. He didn't even know if he had really wanted it. Except now of course, when his trembling hand opened the button on Joe's pants and slid down the zipper over Joe's dick, which was eagerly waiting to come out and play.
David pushed the boxers down right along with his pants and for a moment just stared at Joe's erect cock. Then he reached out and circled his right hand around it. He heard a sharp intake of breath from above him, then Joe sagged a bit further down and forward towards him. Yes, he could do that. He started stroking him, slowly, softly at first. Joe moved even further towards him and when David looked up at his face, then at the rope above, he could see that Joe didn't have to angle his arms as much as before. Joe looked up at the rope, too, then half crouched until he was was really hanging, roped to the coat hook.
David, who had kept stroking Joe's dick, faltered for a moment. Joe was stretched forward, hands tied back, knees angled in such a way, that it strained David just looking at him. This could not be comfortable. And there was no way Joe could hold that position for long, if he wanted to do anything the next day, say like walking. So David stroked more firmly and Joe groaned and pulled on the rope. Precome appeared at the tip of his dick and David leaned in and licked it away.
Joe pushed his body even further away from the cupboard and it was almost too much to bear for David. He put his hands around Joe on his ass, somehow holding him up taking at least a fraction of the weight and at the same time swallowed half of Joe's dick. Joe groaned again, close-mouthed, from deep within and David couldn't help thinking 'as if he were gagged' and wondering if Joe would want that. He licked up the dick in his mouth, then went down again taking more of Joe in, still holding his ass and stroking it with just his thumbs.
He licked and sucked his way further down Joe's dick and Joe started pushing in, tentatively at first, but then a bit more when David encouraged him with a soft squeeze. The way Joe's body was bent, David really didn't worry about him going too deep. Joe kept up the noises, biting his lip, pulling at the rope once in a while, when David sucked hard.
David's hands wandered, pulling Joe's cheeks apart a bit. Joe stopped moving for a few seconds, then started pushing into David's mouth and his hands in turn, writhing against the rope constantly now. David pushed one finger around then into Joe's hole, swallowing down his dick as deep as he could and Joe came. He moaned, mouth still closed, arms knocking wildly against the cupboard and pulsed into David's mouth. David swallowed it all and held Joe as he kept spasming until he sagged, slipping from David's mouth, hanging on the rope like a sack.
David still had his arms around Joe and all he wanted to do was move forward and hold him close, burying his face in his stomach. And it was so insane he nearly laughed out loud. He didn't know what to do, which wasn't like him at all. Of course all of this was utterly unlike him. His usual mode of seduction was talking someone into willing submission. And god, he'd swallowed and had absolutely no idea, what Joe was doing with whom in his spare time. For all he knew Joe was regularly visiting drug-addicted prostitutes. It crossed David's mind that Joe shouldn't have to pay someone for tying him up, if he wanted it.
Joe stirred and David hesitantly removed his hands from around him. He should get up from his knees, which hurt, and untie Joe. The thought sent a shiver down his spine. He kept his eyes on Joe's now soft dick, as Joe stood up straight. He couldn't look up. He wondered what Joe would see in his eyes, when he did. He wondered what he would see in Joe's eyes now that it was over.
"David," Joe said quietly.
And David looked up, slowly dragging his gaze from Joe's dick, up his shirt to the arms, that were bent again, so that the rope wouldn't slip from the hook. Finally he settled on Joe's face. He looked so content and happy, that David wanted to jump up and kiss him. But he didn't, instead he simply swallowed around the knot that had suddenly appeared in his throat.
"Thank you," Joe said and it was so heartfelt that something twisted in David's gut.
Joe kept looking at him, almost expectantly. David got up and just watched the gratitude in the hazel eyes. Then Joe leaned forward and kissed him. And David kissed back, tentative at first, but then with a passion that he hadn't realized had built up within him. He pulled Joe towards him, opening his mouth, inviting Joe's tongue in. And he got it and a sigh, open-mouthed finally, because David's tongue got into it, too and when Joe's arms moved forward and around his head, wrists still tied, he thought he was in heaven.
During everything David had only gotten half-hard, too focused on Joe and too confused, but now he stood at full attention grinding into Joe, who pushed back giving him friction, but not enough.
"I have lube," Joe whispered in his ear and David froze. "Prepare me, but other than that..." David could practically hear him continue 'Ride me as hard as you can' and something in him broke. He didn't know if he could do this. But when Joe asked "And maybe you'll find a way to tie me down the couch?" in that hopeful voice, he knew that he would.
ETA 10/26/2007: There's a sequel now: Not Knowing
Okay, so over at summercon there is the Bad Manips and the Stories that love them anyway challenge, which, as the title suggests, is about people posting manips and inspiring fic with it. wearmyhat posted several amazing manips, including this one:
So I wrote this fic. It needs to be beta-read and polished (possibly a lot), but I won't be able to fully do that by Monday, so I'm posting this now. If you are willing to beta-read this (and possibly other fic (Joe/David and/or McShep)) please let me know.
Title: Knowing Joe
Author: velocitygrass
Pairing/Fandom: Joe Flanigan/David Hewlett, Stargate:Atlantis RPS
Rating: NC-17
Word count: ~2300
Genre: First Time, Slash, Bondage
Disclaimer: This didn't happen nor will it ever.
Summary: Joe likes it rough. David notices and confronts him.
Warnings: Bondage, Cluelessness (and by that I mean both David in the fic and me writing this fic)
Feedback: Yes, please. I'd really love to know if this worked for anyone or if my mind is just really sick and wrong (in a bad way that is).
Notes: Thank you svmadelyn for creating and running summercon and of course the brilliant wearmyhat for the inspiration (and allowing me to post the picture in this post)!
Also, no disrespect meant to Misters Flanigan and Hewlett. I adore them. You can disrespect me however. In fact I'm pretty sure I deserve it.
Knowing Joe
In 6 years Joe had never done anything as unprofessional as storming off the set simply because... well, David wasn't exactly sure. In those years Sheppard had been hit or fallen down or any number of things that could be generalized as rough handling and Joe had taken it all in stride. And now a slightly too tight rope had driven him into his trailer. Jason was talking to him now.
David watched as Rachel talked to Martin. He didn't join the conversation. Truthfully he had no idea what had just happened. He and Joe got along well enough, but despite the time they shared on the set, they weren't close friends. He remembered when Joe had told them about his divorce and everyone talked about how they'd notice the change and suspected. Except David, who really hadn't noticed a thing.
Jason came back alone. He said something to Martin, who nodded sternly, then told everyone to get ready, they'd continue in a minute. Jason shrugged at Rachel. David didn't have to come closer to see that Jason also didn't have the slightest idea why Joe had run mid-scene. And if Joe didn't want to tell, they'd never know. That's how he was.
Martin went away and came back with Joe in tow. He looked as if nothing had happened, slightly tense perhaps, but he always looked tense, when they shot something he didn't like. He did avoid looking at the others, apologized to the prop guy who'd put the rope on his hands and let him tie him up. Prop guy was very, very careful this time and Joe gave him the most uncomfortable smile David had ever seen.
Then they were off again. David had no text for the beginning of the scene. He just had to kneel next to Joe, looking unhappy. He watched Joe. The tip of his ear was red. That was strange, because as far as David remembered Joe's ears weren't usually red. Not even, when Sheppard was angry, as he was now, captured by the villain of the week. Sheppard was all silent defiance, rope taut, jaw clenched, until the villain had finished his monologue and Sheppard answered with his quip. Exit villain, enter Teyla and Ronon to the rescue.
David's knees were beginning to hurt. The padding really didn't help much. But then he finally could get up, Ronon was untying McKay, Teyla was untying Sheppard's feet and McKay deftly removed the rope, that held Sheppard's hands, from the pole it had been tied to.
And maybe he was getting old, because David didn't even remember the storming-off-the-set thing until he saw that look on Joe. That look that he hadn't seen, when aforementioned storming off had taken place, because he had waited for Martin's sign to get ready, not wanting to get on his knees any sooner than absolutely necessary. But now he saw it. What exactly he saw, he didn't know, but it was something and he was fairly certain it was something he shouldn't see. He became aware, that they were supposed to spring into action, which Joe really wasn't, instead staring at David with that look.
"Any moment now, Colonel," David let McKay say and the cameras kept rolling and Joe (or Sheppard) rolled his eyes and was off.
When they re-shot the scene, Joe didn't need David's prompt. But he still gave him that look. David had pulled on the rope harder than before. In the next take David pulled even harder, which was absolutely unnecessary, but Joe didn't complain. He didn't say anything. He just gave him that look, only more intensely as if telling David all his secrets. Which really was something Joe wouldn't do, but still David kept pulling harder until Martin told him to stop, Joe still needed his arms, but Joe protested it was all right. They both ignored the stares and kept it up for the last two takes. It being whatever it was they were doing. David sure as hell had no idea, but he had a feeling Joe knew, but would never tell him. He hated that feeling.
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David went to Joe's trailer later that day.
Joe let him in. David didn't say anything. Joe gave him a look. Not that look. A 'So, what do you want?' look. And suddenly David wondered what did he want. Except that to even contemplate that he'd have to understand which options he had, which unfortunately was absolutely not the case. The only thing he had was a vague feeling. That and the rope from the prop department. Which he now got from the behind his back for Joe to see.
And oh yes, that look was back with a vengeance. He didn't know how long Joe stared at the rope and then him, but certainly too long for the "Funny", that Joe eventually let out, to be the light-hearted reaction it was probably supposed to be. The dismissal, which David was sure it was meant to be. His brain told him that this was it and that whatever he had thought would happen, was not going to happen, and he could go now and leave this strange thing behind him. And he prepared to go, only his feet carried him towards Joe who had taken a step back and his hands lifted the rope and started putting it on Joe's wrists.
David didn't look at Joe, instead concentrated on tying Joe's hands together with the rope, waiting for him to pull away and tell him "Enough" and to stop and just go away. But when Joe did speak it was a choked "door" and David did look up then, straight into Joe's hazel eyes. And it was that look again, which maybe David finally understood. Want, need, guilt, lust, shame. And pleading now.
David went to the door and for a moment he wondered if he should just open it and get out. Leave Joe standing there, hands tied together. Because if he did what he was doing now, locking the door so that they wouldn't be disturbed, he'd have to continue this and he still wasn't exactly sure, what game it was they were playing. But as before his body seemed to know what to do. He went back to Joe, whose look was leaning towards anticipation now. He lifted his wrists to David and for a moment he felt terribly helpless faced with such openness and... trust. He was building up the courage to ask "What do you want me to do?", when his eyes caught the coat hooks on the cupboard.
With more certainty than he felt he pushed Joe backwards in that direction, then pushed up his tied wrists and drew the rope around the highest hook. Joe let his arms sag a bit. David pulled on the other end of the rope until it was taut, and fastened it in a knot he had learned while sailing. The rope was only stretched because Joe strained against it side- and downwards. It wouldn't have worked otherwise because Joe was tall enough to slip his hands over the hook, if he wanted to. Which he clearly didn't. Which was something that David's mind hadn't quite wrapped around yet. But at the moment he was running on auto-pilot, which tended to work well enough for him usually.
Right now it was telling him that he hadn't been on his knees enough for a day apparently. Joe strained some more against the rope, when David knelt in front of him. And David really should have seen this coming. He was attracted to Joe, no question about it, but he'd never thought he'd get to touch him. He didn't even know if he had really wanted it. Except now of course, when his trembling hand opened the button on Joe's pants and slid down the zipper over Joe's dick, which was eagerly waiting to come out and play.
David pushed the boxers down right along with his pants and for a moment just stared at Joe's erect cock. Then he reached out and circled his right hand around it. He heard a sharp intake of breath from above him, then Joe sagged a bit further down and forward towards him. Yes, he could do that. He started stroking him, slowly, softly at first. Joe moved even further towards him and when David looked up at his face, then at the rope above, he could see that Joe didn't have to angle his arms as much as before. Joe looked up at the rope, too, then half crouched until he was was really hanging, roped to the coat hook.
David, who had kept stroking Joe's dick, faltered for a moment. Joe was stretched forward, hands tied back, knees angled in such a way, that it strained David just looking at him. This could not be comfortable. And there was no way Joe could hold that position for long, if he wanted to do anything the next day, say like walking. So David stroked more firmly and Joe groaned and pulled on the rope. Precome appeared at the tip of his dick and David leaned in and licked it away.
Joe pushed his body even further away from the cupboard and it was almost too much to bear for David. He put his hands around Joe on his ass, somehow holding him up taking at least a fraction of the weight and at the same time swallowed half of Joe's dick. Joe groaned again, close-mouthed, from deep within and David couldn't help thinking 'as if he were gagged' and wondering if Joe would want that. He licked up the dick in his mouth, then went down again taking more of Joe in, still holding his ass and stroking it with just his thumbs.
He licked and sucked his way further down Joe's dick and Joe started pushing in, tentatively at first, but then a bit more when David encouraged him with a soft squeeze. The way Joe's body was bent, David really didn't worry about him going too deep. Joe kept up the noises, biting his lip, pulling at the rope once in a while, when David sucked hard.
David's hands wandered, pulling Joe's cheeks apart a bit. Joe stopped moving for a few seconds, then started pushing into David's mouth and his hands in turn, writhing against the rope constantly now. David pushed one finger around then into Joe's hole, swallowing down his dick as deep as he could and Joe came. He moaned, mouth still closed, arms knocking wildly against the cupboard and pulsed into David's mouth. David swallowed it all and held Joe as he kept spasming until he sagged, slipping from David's mouth, hanging on the rope like a sack.
David still had his arms around Joe and all he wanted to do was move forward and hold him close, burying his face in his stomach. And it was so insane he nearly laughed out loud. He didn't know what to do, which wasn't like him at all. Of course all of this was utterly unlike him. His usual mode of seduction was talking someone into willing submission. And god, he'd swallowed and had absolutely no idea, what Joe was doing with whom in his spare time. For all he knew Joe was regularly visiting drug-addicted prostitutes. It crossed David's mind that Joe shouldn't have to pay someone for tying him up, if he wanted it.
Joe stirred and David hesitantly removed his hands from around him. He should get up from his knees, which hurt, and untie Joe. The thought sent a shiver down his spine. He kept his eyes on Joe's now soft dick, as Joe stood up straight. He couldn't look up. He wondered what Joe would see in his eyes, when he did. He wondered what he would see in Joe's eyes now that it was over.
"David," Joe said quietly.
And David looked up, slowly dragging his gaze from Joe's dick, up his shirt to the arms, that were bent again, so that the rope wouldn't slip from the hook. Finally he settled on Joe's face. He looked so content and happy, that David wanted to jump up and kiss him. But he didn't, instead he simply swallowed around the knot that had suddenly appeared in his throat.
"Thank you," Joe said and it was so heartfelt that something twisted in David's gut.
Joe kept looking at him, almost expectantly. David got up and just watched the gratitude in the hazel eyes. Then Joe leaned forward and kissed him. And David kissed back, tentative at first, but then with a passion that he hadn't realized had built up within him. He pulled Joe towards him, opening his mouth, inviting Joe's tongue in. And he got it and a sigh, open-mouthed finally, because David's tongue got into it, too and when Joe's arms moved forward and around his head, wrists still tied, he thought he was in heaven.
During everything David had only gotten half-hard, too focused on Joe and too confused, but now he stood at full attention grinding into Joe, who pushed back giving him friction, but not enough.
"I have lube," Joe whispered in his ear and David froze. "Prepare me, but other than that..." David could practically hear him continue 'Ride me as hard as you can' and something in him broke. He didn't know if he could do this. But when Joe asked "And maybe you'll find a way to tie me down the couch?" in that hopeful voice, he knew that he would.
ETA 10/26/2007: There's a sequel now: Not Knowing