Fic: Guest. Surprise 3some NC17
Title: Guest
Author: infinimato
Pairing: Surprise 3some
Rating: NC-17
Summary: "How did I get myself into this," he thinks, but can't deny to himself that he's totally turned on.
Challenge: Valentine’s Day Stalker Challenge
Prompt: Lorne/Sheppard, Lorne/Ronon, (Lorne, Sheppard, Ronon, McKay, any combo); possession/protectiveness, collars, marking, spanking, D's, bondage, toys, 3-4somes
"How did I get myself into this," he thinks, but can't deny to himself that he's totally turned on. He's glad for the outfit he's worn, an old comfy t-shirt and sweatpants. Anything else would be chafing him to pieces right now.
The man in front of him is naked, bound, sweating and shaking just a bit. Rope binds the man's hands behind his back. On closer inspection, there are ropes around the wrists with a loop coming from each one, and a third rope binding the two wrist-ropes together. There are also two similar ropes around the ankles, but nothing binds the two loops. Just yet. A smaller, thinner rope binds the man's hard cock. When he first saw that, he couldn't help himself from wincing. Fortunately the other man was blindfolded and couldn't see him, and the dominant had had his back turn and hadn't seen his momentary weakness. He wonders if he's going to be bound, too. The idea sends a shiver down his spine.
The invitation had come two days before. It had been hand-written, and very clear in instructions. There were no ranks, no titles to be used in the room, only first names between the two, and Sir for the dominant. Unless told otherwise, he would be free to speak but should remember his place when choosing to talk. Orders from the dominant to be obeyed. "Red" for a safe-word. It could be used once without impunity; the second time everything would stop and he would be free to leave. There would be no permanent markings, no blood or other body fluids other than saliva and semen.
Plus, all three had the next day off, so they could, and would, play late.
The room they're in isn't regular quarters. The directions had taken him to a little used section of the city; nothing around here except a few storerooms. The room contains a few tables of various height, with a few boxes around. There is a bed in the room, much larger than the standard Atlantis bed. He briefly wonders where it came from, how it got here, then decides he doesn't care, because it looks more than big enough for whatever might happen.
"Do you like what you see?" the dominant asks him, and he is hit with a sudden sense of fear. Perhaps this is crossing a line. Perhaps there are some things he shouldn't be doing. Perhaps he shouldn't be here at all.
Maybe it's the look on his face, or the change in his breathing, or hell, he doesn't know, but the dominant seems to sense his sudden fear and walks over to him slowly, hands held out, careful not to spook him. "It's ok," the dominant says soothingly, "We want you here. I want you here. This has been planned for a while. Stay."
He relaxes a bit and nods his head.
"Good," says the dominant. "Remember the rules. From now on, you will keep your place. Do you remember the rules for the night?"
He nods his head. The dominant stares back at him. He realizes he's made a mistake.
"Yes, Sir," he says, and the dominant smiles in response.
"Two more rules. You will not touch yourself unless I say so. You will not come until I say you can. Is this understood?"
"Yes, Sir. Should," and his voice catches in his throat. He's more nervous than he'd thought. "Should I strip, Sir?"
The dominant shakes his head. "When I want you to remove clothing, I will tell you." He puts a large pillow on the floor in front of the bound man and says, "Shoes off, leave socks on. Kneel on that, then sit back on your heels." In a moment he is on the pillow as ordered, facing the bound man.
The dominant has moved behind the bound man, running his hands up and down his body. "What do you think, my pretty one?," he nearly whispers in the bound man's ear. "Should I let him at you for a while? Do you think you deserve it?"
The dominant gently bites the bound man's ear and the whimper that results goes straight down his spine to his already hard cock. He bites back a moan.
From the look the dominant gives him, he didn't bite it all back. Or maybe he's just that easy to read.
The dominant has untied the hands of the bound man and is bending him over, so that hands are near ankles. The loops on either wrist are bound to a matching ankle. That can't be comfortable, he thinks, wildly wondering where this is going. The bound man is turned around now, the backs of his strong thighs and his tight ass facing him. He looks up at the dominant.
"Lick."
"Uh," he stutters, feeling almost dizzy, "Where?"
The dominant just stares at him, and repeats, "Lick."
He sits up a bit for better reach. He hasn't been told not to use his hands, so he firmly grasps the bound man's outer thighs, just above the knees. Then he leans in and licks a stripe from the back of the left knee to just below the ass. The bound man shudders, and moans, and rocks a bit. He tightens his grip, keeps the other man from falling.
He leans back in and licks swirls, little circles of taste, up one thigh, then back down the other. He opens his mouth wider, almost sucking while licking pieces of the bound man's firm ass. One of his hands wanders to the crack, reaching in, gently stroking the hole. He hasn't been told to do this, but he hasn't been told not to.
He's almost forgotten the dominant when a hand on his shoulder comes with the order, "Stop." As he settles back down on his heels the dominant reaches over to untie the ropes binding wrists to ankles. The bound man is walked over to the bed, sat on the edge.
He watches, his heart pounding in his chest, wondering what comes next.
The dominant is standing by the end of the bed and calls to him, "Take off your shirt, then come here." He peels off his shirt, gets up on shaky legs, and makes his way to the bed.
The dominant admires him for a moment. He knows his body is strong and well built. Past lovers have commented on it, but this scrutiny makes him blush, which in turn makes the dominant grin, an almost evil smile, one of knowledge and power. The dominant reaches out to roughly rub his hard cock, still inside shorts and sweatpants, and he groans with the feeling. "Off," the dominant orders, and he removes them as fast as he can.
He's standing naked in front of the dominant. He's never felt more exposed in his life.
The dominant grabs his cock again, this time squeezing near the base, just barely hard enough to hurt. The hand then moves towards the tip, roughly rubbing the top, smearing the pre-come around. He resists the urge to thrust his hips forward, as badly as he wants to. The hand fists him a few times, then squeezes the base again.
"You've done well," the dominant says, "so far," and that evil grin is back. "What can my pretty one do for you, hmm?"
The bound man is quite talented with his mouth. He was told that even before he slid his cock between the bound man's lips. The dominant is at the foot of the bed, slowly fucking and jacking off the bound man. The bound man's hands are tied to the top of the bed. The tie around the bound man's cock has been removed.
He didn't think a blowjob could be this good without hands involved. Without thinking, he grasps the back of the bound man's head with one hand, the other holding himself upright. The feeling is amazing. He tries not to thrust hard. Without thinking, he comes down the throat of the bound man, who swallows and swallows, trying to get every drop.
As he pulls away he sinks to his knees. The look of the bound man, blindfolded, tied to the bed, lips and chin dripping come, is more obscene than he thought possible. He hears harsh groaning, and looks up to see the dominant coming inside the bound man, then making the bound man come as well.
Then he realizes what he's done. A quiet, "Shit!" escapes his lips before he can stop it.
"What did you do wrong?"
"I- I-" he takes a deep breath, afraid of what the reaction will be. "I broke the rules. I came without asking." He hangs his head, feeling stupid for making such a mistake after being invited to this. "I'm sorry, Sir."
The dominant grunts. "I am angry that you broke the rules. You will have to be punished. But we will deal with that another time. For now, go to the bathroom and get the towels I put out."
He gets up and goes to his task, his mind whirling. Punishment? What would it mean?
He comes back into the room and watches the dominant gently untie the ropes that bind both wrists and ankles, lovingly rubbing where they'd been. The blindfold is removed next, and the two kiss gently. A hand reaches down to caress where the blindfold has been, to rub the cheek below. "I love you, John," the bigger man says, lying on his back so that the other man, now unbound, can curl up against his side.
"I love you, too," John whispers back, running a hand through the twists of his lover's hair.
The looks of love the two share is so palpable that he feels like an intruder, like an outsider. He did wrong, and they don't want him here. He should leave. He gets up to find his clothing. As he grabs his shorts and pants, a hand stops him. "No, Evan," and he turns to see longing in the bigger man's face. "Stay. Please. Stay with us."
"I thought-" Now he's completely confused. "Aren't you mad at me?"
"Mad?" Ronon chuckles, "No, no. You disobeyed, and that will be dealt with. But that's for next week. For now, let's sleep."
As he crawls in into bed, curling up on the other side of Ronon, John's hand reaches across to hold his hand, linking fingers as they're all linked together. He doesn't think he'll be able to sleep with the anticipation of what next week holds, but he's snoring lightly in moments.