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[multiplejamie]

Jamie had been out drinking like he did every so often. It was just a few drinks and he thought he was pretty steady when he was walking home. But he was still surprised by someone dragging him into an alley and knocking him out. When he came to he was in a very plush bedroom on a bed. He sat up and found his arms were pinned by a big red bow that

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[uncannyhavok]

If it's any consolation, Jamie is probably taking this a hell of a lot better than Alex Summers, who as far as he knew had been asleep in bed. The exclamation about being noir startles him awake, but he's in a completely different room from where he should be, and his bedroom definitely shouldn't have a naked and bow-tied Jamie Madrox in it.

"Holy shit, Madrox, what the hell happened?! Why are you in a ribbon?!"

Alex, for the record, is wearing his regular bedroom attire, which happens to be nothing other than a pair of quite short white boxers that don't leave a lot to the imagination.

[multiplejamie]

"Hi Alex, I'd shake you're hand but I'm a bit tied up," Yeah Jamie hasn't totally lost his humour even if he does feel like a prat in a ribbon.

Jamie can't help glancing over at the sight of bedtime Alex and not for the first time he thinks Alex has a good body. He just doesn't usually get a chance to see such a god close up, let alone on a bed. "Got ribbon-napped and left here trussed up like this. No idea how you got here though. But if you want to untie me? "

[uncannyhavok]

Alex is still staring. He’s trying to look around the room and take it in, but his eyes keep being drawn back to the naked man on his bed because, honestly? That hasn’t happened before and it’s a little hard to get over the strangeness of it.

“Right. Yeah, okay.”

He shifts to kneel on the bed beside Jamie and looks for the end of the ribbon. When he can’t find it, he just tries tugging at the strands of satin, but they won’t move. That’s when he frowns and looks at Jamie.

“…It won’t…Stay still.”

He moves to one of Jamie’s hands to try and free it, but it seems like the more he tries, the tighter those knots become. Brute strength isn’t doing much good either; that material holds as fast as chains. He comes back to Jamie’s side.

“Looks like that’s a no-can-do. Got a backup plan?”

[multiplejamie]

"Did you bring any scissors with you to bed?" Jamie suggests without much hope, because really unless someone was doing some late night wrapping or had a strange scissors kink they weren't likely to do that. "OR you could just sling me over your shoulder and hope the knots do something when we get out of here?"