A Top Gear (UK) Anonymous Kink Meme
*waves sheepishly at flist* Oh, God, I have a new fandom, people.
Um, also, since I'm here, book update: have started submitting to epublishers!
A Top Gear (UK) Anonymous Kink Meme
RULES OF ENGAGEMENT:
1) ALL characters MUST be 16 or older to play.
2) NO "seconding" prompts! It's annoying to the prompter and the readers, and I will delete any ( Read more... )
Um, also, since I'm here, book update: have started submitting to epublishers!
A Top Gear (UK) Anonymous Kink Meme
RULES OF ENGAGEMENT:
1) ALL characters MUST be 16 or older to play.
2) NO "seconding" prompts! It's annoying to the prompter and the readers, and I will delete any ( Read more... )
Not anymore. Now James is quiet and makes nervous mistakes while driving. Last Tuesday, he would have missed his own street if Richard hadn't spoken up and said his name, breaking him out of that fog he sinks into.
To be fair, it's not like Richard's a paragon of witty dialogue himself anymore on these drives.
They arrive at James's and James parks. While he's still unloading his shopping from the boot, Richard lets himself in with his key. The house is dim and quiet and smells almost like home. Richard takes his jacket off and hangs it on the peg, a habit that he's finally managed to get just in the last few weeks, after months of James' grumbling proved ineffective. Richard tries not to think about the significance of this, or of what it might mean that he's finally started listening to James only now that they've started... this. This thing they've been doing.
He goes to the living room with a forcefully blank mind, turns on the telly, sits on the couch. The stark paleness of the hanks of silk rope lined up on the dark wood of the piano bench blazes in the corner of his eye, somehow washing out the images on the telly that are actually in front of him.
Out in the hall, James has come in and is fussing about, muttering and jingling keys and rustling carrier bags.
Richard's breathing fast. All he can hear is the hammering of his heart in his ears.
Four weeks ago, he'd told James about Mindy's complaint, that he never really... took his time with her. That it was always like a race.
Everything was a race in his world. It was a race or it was boring. There was very little in between.
James had chuckled and said, "Maybe you need someone to tie you up."
Richard had boggled, and then laughed, and then said, "Would that help? How would that help?"
James had glanced at him sharply, clearly catching the serious undertones to the incredulous question. "Well, it might help you learn to relax. Focus. Theoretically. I wouldn't know, really."
The rest of the drive, Richard had thought it over; he'd thought about Mindy and he'd thought about James and he'd thought about how he really did sometimes envy James' patience, if not his analness. So he'd said, "Would you? To see? If it helps? I don't mean anything dirty, just... You know. To try it."
That first time it had been rough hemp rope from James' garage, meant more for tying down tarps than tying up people.
Now, he listens as James comes up to the living room. He can feel shivers running down his arms, feel the little hairs standing up against the insides of his shirt sleeves.
James is in the room now. Richard can't see him--he's just outside of Richard's peripheral vision--but somehow he can feel him, standing there silently. Neither of them say anything, until finally, James walks fully into the room and says, "Hammond."
Richard bounces to his feet instantly, feeling his body flood with adrenaline... it's like feeling a car start to slip in a corner. He knows what James is going to say next because it's what James always says next: "Are you sure?"
He's not, of course. He hasn't ever been sure about any of this. But the daredevil inside him won't let him say anything but "Yes. I'm sure."
James nods, swallows, and goes to the piano bench, picking up the largest hank of rope and the heavy-duty shears, which he slips into his back pocket.
He comes to Richard and puts the open loop of the rope over Richard's head. The rope that hangs down Richard's front is already knotted, ready to be made into a harness.
James says, "Remember, if you need me to stop, just say stop. Any time, any reason."
Richard can't manage a reply out loud, so he just nods once.
It's enough. James starts in.
As James passes the ends of the rope under and around, his knuckles accidentally brush across Richard's nipples. Even through the fabric of his shirt, the sensation is enough to make Richard jolt, feeling the shock slice through the root of his stomach.
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Richard brushes it off with all the sound he can manage, which is only a small huff of breath.
Now James' arms are around him, passing the rope around his back. James' chest comes up close to his face and Richard gets a deep breath of his scent: faded cologne, cigarettes. It's familiar but uncomfortably intimate. This isn't supposed to be about that.
James steps back again, drawing the ropes around Richard's chest and tucking them through above the next knot on the trail that leads down his abdomen. Richard can feel every move he makes, trembling through the half-finished rope harness.
James fingers push and brush against him again as the rope is tucked through again, and it still feels too much.
Then James reaches his waist and hesitates. Richard feels his whole upper body go hot as he realizes he's a little bit hard... not all the way, but probably enough to be noticeable from such close range. Then James is reaching around his waist to wrap the rope around again, and this time, as he leans in, his hair swings against Richard's cheek, and this time when Richard breathes in he gets a scent that's something he can only describe as "James." The smell of his hair and his breath. Richard shivers and almost says "Stop."
James reaches the final knot of the harness then, and exhales heavily, "All right. Turn round," he says, sounding relieved. Richard is relieved, too, as he turns and James ties the rope off at the small of his back.
The harness is finished now, tight and tense around him, quivering every time he moves, pulling up around his crotch in a way he knows is going to make his semi all that much more apparent.
It wasn't supposed to be like this. It was just supposed to be a thing. A jokey experiment between mates. A... quick fix.
"Sit," James says, quietly, and Richard does. He breathes in the cool, safe air deeply as James crosses the room back to the piano to get the next hank of rope. The rope is tight up between Richard's arse cheeks, and instead of a wedgie it feels like a human touch. No one's ever actually touched him there.
Richard draws his legs up on the couch and sits cross-legged, but when James comes back to him, he says, "No, not like that, today. Feet on the floor."
He doesn't look Richard in the face as he talks, he focuses only on the rope he's unfurling and running through his hands. He's almost caressing the soft, smooth fibers. "Arms up," he says.
Richard lifts his arms, folded, his hands on his elbows. He watches, with a dry throat, the careful way James finds the exact center of the rope before he drapes it over Richard's arms. For a moment, he dares a glance up at James' face, but James is only looking at the rope, mouth tight with concentration as he wraps it around and around Richard's arms, always laying it flat beside itself, never crossing it over itself, creating a sleeve of white rope around Richard's lower arms before he loops the last bit of the rope between Richard's arms--hands pushing against the soft insides of Richard's wrists--and knots it.
Knowing what comes next, Richard drops his bound arms flat across his abdomen without being asked. James reaches under them and ties the tail of the rope to the harness, and now Richard can't move his arms at all.
The first time, his reaction had been a moment of panic. Now, what he feels is... relief. Comfort. Like some burden has been lifted. Like he can, for once, truly relax. It's a beautiful feeling, and on its own, it's an innocent one. He shuts his eyes for a moment just to feel it.
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Richard's ankle is tugged around a bit, as James finishes a knot, and then James turns to the end of the sofa, holding the other end of the rope. A little shock flashes through Richard as James ties the rope around the leg of the couch and pulls it taut, just enough to hold Richard's foot in place, his legs opened slightly.
A moment later, James has tied his other ankle to the other leg of the couch, and now Richard can't quite close his legs, and James is kneeling on the floor between his feet. The vulnerability, the sexuality of the position hits him suddenly, and his heart rate kicks up another notch. Fuck.
Normally, at this point, James would go sit in the armchair and read a book or do the crossword. They'd watch TV and chat, and Richard would just relax into the restraint, letting himself go, trying and sometimes even almost managing to find what it was other people meant when they talked about just being for awhile.
But not this time.
This time, James looks up at him and says, "Just say stop, all right? Say stop and we'll both pretend this never happened."
His lips twist, but it doesn't manage to be a smile.
Then he leans in and his fingers are working the button of Richard's jeans open, and Richard figures out what's going on, and fireworks go off in his head and his cock surges harder, and none of these things are how he's supposed to be reacting to this, because he's married and he's reasonably happy about that, and he's straight and he's definitely happy about that...
But, oh, God. He's been wanting this for four weeks now. Maybe longer. He wants it quite, quite badly. The sound of his own zipper opening rings in his ears, and oh, hell, it's been a long time since he's been this hard without even being touched.
Then he is being touched. James' fingers feel blunt and rough and shy as they slip into his pants and take hold of his cock. Richard exhales hard and lets his head fall back against the couch and stares up at the white blankness of the ceiling.
He could stop this with a word. Of that, he has absolutely no doubt at all in the world. He's absolutely sure that he trusts James implicitly. He already had even four weeks ago.
He should stop this. But he doesn't want to. He wants to let it happen. It's so easy to let it happen. It feels so good. It feels far more right than it should.
James makes it long and slow, but in the cradling comfort of the ropes, with the fascinating sounds James makes and the things he says, Richard finds he doesn't mind the pace at all. He comes harder than he has in a long time, and he never once says "Stop."
When James reaches to untie him, he says, "No, wait. Just... leave it for a bit. Okay?"
James nods.
Then he goes and gets his crossword, comes back and sits on the couch beside Richard, warm and solid against his side, and Richard can't help but think that in spite of everything... things might just work out all right.
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Of, course, now I want to read about James giving Mindy lessons in trussing up Richard. :D
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This one, meanwhile, was gorgeous. Yay! :D
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"James, stop it!" Mindy laughed and playfully batted James on the shoulder, but in truth she was a bit concerned at Richard's odd summons to his London flat, texted to her via mobile. We need to talk, Minds. Don't worry, it's nothing bad, just something James's been helping me with. She knew he had been trying to reassure her, but the secrecy was creating a fertile ground for her worries to thrive.
Still, James seemed calm enough, if a tad more formal than usual. He hadn't called her 'Mrs. Hammond' in years.
James merely smiled as he unlocked the door and ushered her in before him. Mindy dropped a silly curtsy before entering to the sound of James' chuckle. She hung up her coat and removed her shoes, scanning the small kitchen for her husband.
"Hammond, we're here," James called out.
"In the bedroom," Richard's voice answered. There was an odd note in his voice, and Mindy turned to James only to see him blanche slightly before indicating that she precede him. Alarmed, she grabbed his arm.
"He's not hurt, is he?"
James inexplicably flushed. "No, no, it's just...." He took a deep breath. "Perhaps it would be better if Richard explained."
"Coward," she snapped, and practically ran to the bedroom, confusion and worry and annoyance at James' reticence jumbled together. She rushed through the doorway to see Richard sat on the bed, shirtless but still in his jeans. He smiled when he saw her and grunted in surprise when Mindy practically jumped on him and kissed him in relief.
"Whoa, what's got into you?" he laughed, then Richard's eyes narrowed. "What exactly did James tell you?"
"Nothing at all, and believe me it's made it worse, been imagining all sorts of things--"
"It's not really my story to tell," James spoke from the doorway, looking at the carpet while shuffling his feet, unable to settle.
"Part of it is," Richard remarked, sobering, taking her hand in his. "Darling, you remember the discussion we had some time ago, regarding -- how did you put it? -- that I never took my time with you?"
Mindy's eyes widened, remembering the 'discussion' well. And the harsh words on her part--
Wait, Richard told James?
She was only partly mollified that both men looked extremely uncomfortable. Richard's jaw was clenched, and his eyes held an odd combination of fear, determination and hope. What in God's name was going on here?
"Tell me," she ordered quietly.
Richard bit his lip. "I'm sorry, Minds, if I've hurt you, but I was at my wit's end, trying to figure this thing out, and mentioned it to James --I don't know why, out of frustration, I suppose-- and he joked that maybe I should be tied up. You know, to slow me down."
"Some days I imagine gaffer's tape would work as well," she retorted.
Richard grinned ruefully, and kissed the hand he was holding. "James found something better." He gestured toward the end of the bed, where, unnoticed until then, were coiled lenghths of soft, white rope. Mindy's mouth went dry.
"James...tied you up?"
Richard nodded. "And then he'd sit in his comfy chair and do his bloody crossword."
Mindy barked out a harsh laugh. "And what else?"
Richard's lips twitched. "We watched the tele. Or talked. I just--" He swallowed. "I wanted to see if it would work, daft as it seemed. And it did, it really did. Just being bound made me feel relaxed, comforted, settled. I was able to just be." He shook his head in wonder. "I don't think I ever appreciated just how wonderful that feeling can be. Not to be racing toward something: the next thrill, the next stunt, the next orgasm...." Richard laughed softly. "I'd convinced myself I would be bored, otherwise."
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"And are you?"
"Am I what?"
Mindy gulped. "Bored," she whispered, her eyes welling up.
She found herself hugged firmly, lovingly, and sobbed in relief as Richard placed soft kisses on her face. "No, no, no, no, it's you and me, Minds, forever, no matter what." He pulled away and looked into her eyes. "No matter what," he whispered, and kissed her on the mouth. For a rather long time, it turned out, until James had to interrupt them with an embarrassed cough.
Mindy could feel her face heat up. "Sorry, James." She rested her head against her husband's shoulder, feeling suddenly terribly foolish. "So. Why exactly did you need to bring me here?"
Richard did not answer straight away, but held her for a long moment. She felt his answer breathed in her hair. "I would like James to teach you what he knows. About tying me up."
Oh.
Oh.
Mindy looked at James, who had gone beet red. "Is this something you’re willing to do?"
James straightened, mouth in a thin line. "Yes, as long as you are fine with it."
Mindy nodded, thinking. "And is this something you want to do?"
His eyes looked pained, but all he said was, "Yes."
Several lightbulbs went on in Mindy's head. "How much?"
James' mouth opened, then closed again. She could see his fists clenching and unclenching.
"James."
"Too much," came the whispered reply.
"You're gay?"
"Not...exactly."
"Ah."
She let the men stew in silence as she mulled over her options, ignoring James trying to hide behind his hair and Richard staring at him, wide-eyed. She picked up one length of rope and found it surprisingly soft. She looked at Richard's bare chest and imagined the ropes criss-crossing across his heart, wrapped around his wrists. His body immobile, still, waiting for her.
Oh, yes.
"Alright, you've convinced me to try it out." They jumped as she held out the rope to James, her smile faintly ironic. "Teach me what you know, Professor May."
James choked. It took five minutes for him to stop coughing, Mindy with a hand on his back and Richard laughing like a hyena, the tension in the room dissipating in the warmth of friendly mirth.
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"I should spank you for laughing at me."
"Promises, promises."
James smirked. "I can teach her that, too, you know."
Mindy looked up from the rope she was winding around Richard's left arm. "Mr. May! Such depraved depths you have!"
James waggled his eyebrows. "The better to help you debauch your husband, my dear."
"I like the sound of that," Richard replied, a dreamy smile on his face.
Mindy kissed Richard on the nose. "You'll have to wait a bit for the debauching part."
"I'm not going anywhere."
Mindy tied off the rope with a knot and watched while James checked her work - it needed to be tight enough to restrain but not so tight as to cut off his circulation. Nodding in satisfaction he indicated to Mindy to do the same to Richard's other arm.
As she worked, she watched, intrigued, as her husband calmed before her eyes: the habitual twitchiness was replaced by a peace she had never seen, not even in his sleep. Imagining how Richard would look bound didn't match the reality: in her imagination she still saw him straining against his bonds. This, this was nothing more than a revelation.
At a quiet word from James she grasped the loose rope at the back and threaded it through his legs, careful to avoid crushing his balls as she tied his arms across his abdomen.
"How is that?"
Richard wriggled a bit. "Could be tighter."
Mindy's eyes widened but said nothing, adjusting the rope until both Richard and James were happy with the tension. He smiled blissfully at her as she tied off the last knot. He slowly sat down on the couch, and sighed happily. Mindy merely watched, suddenly tense with nerves.
"What happens now?" she asked.
"Now? Now I go make tea," James smiled and wandered off to the kitchen. Mindy stared after him, wondering if he'd gone completely mad.
Richard laughed. "I told you. He'll make tea, then sit with his bloody crossword and leave me like this. All evening."
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"I sit. I become calm and relaxed, and I feel."
"That's all?"
"Pretty much."
"That's...unbelievable." Mindy shook her head. "At least, it would be if I couldn't see it with my own eyes. I've never seen you this still." She chuckled. "I'm betting your mother never has, either."
"You are not mentioning this to my mother!" Richard yelped, and Mindy fell about laughing, both at his panic and in sheer relief. She collapsed against his body, still giggling, shamelessly snuggled up to him. Curiously she snagged her fingers under the cords that wound around his chest, and grinned when Richard complained about her hitting a ticklish spot.
"Don't make me come out there," James called from the kitchen.
"We're fine, James," Richard answered back, even as he shook with outraged laughter.
Mindy giggled again, ceasing her torture to run her hands over the bonds on his arms. She wasn't sure if it were the lovely texture of the rope, or the visual of bare skin divided into conquered territories, or the intoxicating sweetness of Richard's sighs as she explored along the path of rope from knot to knot to knot; all she knew was that the situation was becoming dangerously electric, and she was fast losing the ability to care.
Richard's quite moan startled her. She looked up at his face and saw such a look of open want and pleading, alien and yet so compelling. She had to look away, but then her eyes followed the rope from his wrists to his crotch. She shakily palmed the bulge in his jeans, and when it jumped under her hand her arousal spiked, flash flaming her inhibitions. She dragged her nails across his erection, and drank in the noise of Richard's moans.
"Did James ever see you like this?" she taunted, added more pressure to his cock until he squirmed under her hand. His face was red and expression worried, but when she squeezed he bucked under her touch, and hardened even more. "Answer me, please."
"Nnngh, nuh--not, not like this, oh fuck--!"
She rubbed harder, gleeful, a part of her wondering when she had become so bossy in sexual matters. "Like how, then?"
Richard bit back his cry when he felt her hands at his fly. "He--he...I was tied, like this. And then, he tied my ankles to the legs of the couch...ah!...and--and he knelt down...."
Mindy imagined it, and wanted. She wanted to do that. And, God help her, she wanted to see that.
"And?" she said, slowly pulling down his zip, high on adrenaline. Richard's cock nearly jumped free of the fabric.
"He..he said I could say stop. He touched me and I came and I didn't stop him, I didn't want to and I'm sorry, Mindy, I'm sorry but I wanted to know--"
"Shhhhhhh, my love," she soothed, fingering the head of his cock as it appeared from its foreskin. They would need to clear the air about this, and soon, but right now all she wanted was to see Richard come undone at her pace for once.
As for James....
"Mr. May, I need some help here," Mindy called out, and almost laughed when James nearly tripped in shock at what she was sure what quite the unexpected sight. She didn't want him to be wearing that horrible blank expression, however, and hoped that her next action would wipe it away.
"James, please," she whispered, holding out her hand.
James looked back and forth from Mindy to Richard, unable to settle on either. Mindy rested her hand on Richard's stomach. "Richard?"
"Are...are you sure?"
"Right now, yes. Later...I know we'll have to hash things out, but..." She looked back at James. "I would very much like to see what else you can teach me. Teach us, I mean. Is that okay?"
"And then what?"
Oh, crap. Mindy bit her lip, and considered very carefully her next words. "James, you are a dear friend, and I trust you, as I'm sure Richard must. And, well, let's just say that we'd be...open to suggestion?" She waited, praying she had not misread the situation, or the others' feelings. Or her own, for that matter.
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When James pulled away, his expression was much warmer. He glanced at Richard, who had been watching avidly, and smiled when Richard nodded. Taking Mindy's hand he placed it on Richard's cock.
"The trick is to touch him slowly, yet firmly, so as not to jar him out of his calm state," James whispered, watching her fingers on Richard.
"Show me?"
"Er...I should think you'd know how by now."
Mindy smiled. "I know. I want to see you touch him. I want to see what you did, before. No, no, dear, it's not revenge," she reassured him when she saw the guilt in his eyes. "I want to see what you saw. I want to know, as well." She hoped that her want for him would show in her voice and gaze.
"Richard?"
"James, please..." Richard couldn't reach out to James, but he was very skilled, Mindy knew, at persuading with his eyes.
James smiled suddenly, expression clear and confident, and kneeled on the floor in front of Richard. "Mindy, would you hand me that short piece of rope beside you?"
Mindy did so, and thrilled to see him tie it first around Richard's ankle, then to the leg of the couch. She did the same on the other side, with James looking on in approval. Richard's legs were spread quite wide this time, his cock fully erect, his face serene. With a glance to Mindy, James softly ran his fingers over the head of Richard's cock and licked his lips when Richard let out a long, gutteral groan.
"Can I...?" Mindy asked, no longer content to merely watch, and ran her fingers over James', slipping between them to touch Richard before resuming her exploration of James' hand, feeling his motions on Richard's cock underneath her hand.
Richard, of course, was getting more vocal, yet there was none of the frantic grunts and growls that normally punctuated their lovemaking. Instead, he softly panted and moaned, the intensity somehow increased by the calm. Mindy had not been quite turned on for some time, and from watching Richard, assumed it must have been the same for him as well.
She stroked down Richard's shaft to his balls and instead of the usual pulling and twisting she merely explored, reveling in the exploration of skin and hair that had never really been an option before. She grinned joyously at James, who returned it with a bit of added smugness. With one flick of his thumb over the head, Richard bucked and came all over himself and James' hand, spatters of semen marking his stomach and sliding into his navel. Mindy slowed her hand, but did not take it away from Richard's skin.
"I thought you said to touch him slowly."
James licked his fingers clean, an evil glint in his eye. "I did. It's not my fault he came too soon." Mindy blinked, then dipped her finger in the mess coating Richard and sucked it off, smirking at the answering heat in James’ gaze.
"I can still hear you," Richard mock-groused, his voice slurred with endorphins. His head was tilted back and his eyes were closed in bliss. "Fuuuuuck."
"Too much for you, old man?"
Richard opened one eye. "You're lucky my hands are tied."
Mindy laughed and kissed Richard, then James. "Boys, boys, boys, that's enough bickering. I like him calm like this." She snuggled into Richard's side, and pulled James over to rest his head on her legs. They sat quiet for a while, Mindy petting James' hair and occasionally kissing Richard's shoulder.
Far too soon James had to climb to his feet, stretching out the kinks in his back. He looked thoughtfully at Richard, then leaned over to kiss him, as well. In his relaxed state Richard welcomed it, and sighed when James pulled away.
"S'nice. Thanks, mate."
James giggled and kissed his hair. "Mmmmm," he agreed, and sat on the other side of Richard, his smile warm as he reached over to take Mindy's hand and settle them on Richard's bound arms.
Mindy smiled back and took in a deep breath. "So. Let's talk."
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Glad you enjoyed it. :D
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Oh, that is so not fair! I want lots lots more, please, this was ksaj;lkifjg;ajgha;slkfj;aslkdsa. Seriously. This could do with further expansion.
I am not above begging. *BEGS*
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Sadly, I have no more words. Hopefully someone else will be able to take you up on that. Thanks for reading. *hugs*
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Thank you. :D
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