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kathierif_fic) wrote2010-08-29 09:13 pm
kathierif_fic) wrote2010-08-29 09:13 pm
Fic: Ties That Bind (Stargate Atlantis, Evan Lorne/Ronon Dex, FRM)
Title: Ties That Bind
Author:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
kathierif_fic
Fandom: Stargate Atlantis
Pairing: Ronon Dex/Evan Lorne
Rating: FRM
Disclaimer: Not mine, no profit.
Warnings: slash
Word Count: 685
Summary: “Just want to do it,” he had said after a while, shrugging. “Nobody has to know. It won’t hurt and it won’t be noticeable by anyone else. We did it on Sateda, all the time.”
Author’s Notes: Written for![[community profile]](https://s.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/community.png)
kink_bingo, prompt sex toys (non-penetrating), with a surprise appearance of pervertibles
“Are you sure it’s safe?” he’d said, fidgeting nervously, but with his thighs still splayed wide open, trusting and with an unconscious grace. “I mean, I don’t want my dick to, you know, fall off or anything.”
“It won’t,” Ronon had promised, his eyes dark and aroused while he pressed his thumbs into those thighs that were still resting on top of his own. Sweat had been cooling on their skin, sending small shivers over their bodies every now and then. “I promise.”
His thighs had still ached slightly from the exertion of lifting him off of Ronon’s cock and letting him sink down again, semen had been cooling on his stomach and running along the crack of his ass, and Ronon’s eyes had been drawn down, to where his cock had been resting against his thigh, soft and dormant; to his balls and the spot behind them, at that moment exposed to his view and vulnerable.
He had been leaning up on his elbows and had looked at Ronon with confusion; a confusion that had only grown since the first second Ronon had mentioned that he wanted this.
“How?” he had finally asked, while pretending that his skin hadn’t itched with drying sweat and semen, and Ronon had reached out, had traced his fingertips along the crease of groin and thigh and through the drying come on his stomach. His fingertips, rough and calloused from a life as a warrior and on the run, had rasped quietly against the coarse hair growing there, his groin and his lower stomach, while he had thought about the question.
“Just want to,” he had said after a while, shrugging. “Nobody has to know. It won’t hurt and it won’t be noticeable by anyone else. We did it on Sateda, all the time.”
“Yeah, but how?” he had asked again. “How can you do this without anyone knowing it’s there? I mean…how do you even get someone like this here?”
Ronon had frowned. “You just take whatever you have,” he had explained and had wrapped his fingers around the base of his spent cock. “And you don’t go around and look at other guys’ dicks, do you?”
He had felt himself flush a crimson shade of red. “Of course not,” he’d replied hastily, because the Marines would kick his ass if he did, no matter if he was their commanding officer or not. “But usually, other guys don’t around with their dicks hard.”
“Neither would you,” Ronon had argued. “I don’t want you to do this to keep you hard.”
“Then why?” he had asked, already resigned into his fate and capitulating in this battle he’d never really stood a chance in, and Ronon had grinned, a sudden flash of white teeth and crinkled skin at the corners of his eyes.
“To remind you I’m waiting for you,” he had replied, and then he’d tugged him up and into the shower, to clean him and carefully wash him, and to stand still and let him return the favor, his chest tight with strange emotions.
Afterwards, with his skin still damp, Ronon had sat him down on the edge of the bed, had pushed his knees apart and had reached for his own shirt, to rip of a stripe of the fabric.
His hands had been sure and quick as he’d worked, wrapping the strip of fabric around the base of his dick and squeezing it the way he liked it, and when he’d been done, he had sat back on his heels with a satisfied expression in his eyes and they had looked at his handiwork together.
Ronon had made sure he was comfortable, and when Evan stepped through the gate the next day, together with his team, nobody suspected that there was a strip of fabric wrapped around the base of his cock, tied with an elaborate knot to make sure it stayed where it was supposed to be, a constant reminder of the Satedan who had managed to capture Evan’s heart and trust and had put it there.
To remind Evan he was waiting for him.
~end.
Author:
kathierif_ficFandom: Stargate Atlantis
Pairing: Ronon Dex/Evan Lorne
Rating: FRM
Disclaimer: Not mine, no profit.
Warnings: slash
Word Count: 685
Summary: “Just want to do it,” he had said after a while, shrugging. “Nobody has to know. It won’t hurt and it won’t be noticeable by anyone else. We did it on Sateda, all the time.”
Author’s Notes: Written for
kink_bingo, prompt sex toys (non-penetrating), with a surprise appearance of pervertibles“Are you sure it’s safe?” he’d said, fidgeting nervously, but with his thighs still splayed wide open, trusting and with an unconscious grace. “I mean, I don’t want my dick to, you know, fall off or anything.”
“It won’t,” Ronon had promised, his eyes dark and aroused while he pressed his thumbs into those thighs that were still resting on top of his own. Sweat had been cooling on their skin, sending small shivers over their bodies every now and then. “I promise.”
His thighs had still ached slightly from the exertion of lifting him off of Ronon’s cock and letting him sink down again, semen had been cooling on his stomach and running along the crack of his ass, and Ronon’s eyes had been drawn down, to where his cock had been resting against his thigh, soft and dormant; to his balls and the spot behind them, at that moment exposed to his view and vulnerable.
He had been leaning up on his elbows and had looked at Ronon with confusion; a confusion that had only grown since the first second Ronon had mentioned that he wanted this.
“How?” he had finally asked, while pretending that his skin hadn’t itched with drying sweat and semen, and Ronon had reached out, had traced his fingertips along the crease of groin and thigh and through the drying come on his stomach. His fingertips, rough and calloused from a life as a warrior and on the run, had rasped quietly against the coarse hair growing there, his groin and his lower stomach, while he had thought about the question.
“Just want to,” he had said after a while, shrugging. “Nobody has to know. It won’t hurt and it won’t be noticeable by anyone else. We did it on Sateda, all the time.”
“Yeah, but how?” he had asked again. “How can you do this without anyone knowing it’s there? I mean…how do you even get someone like this here?”
Ronon had frowned. “You just take whatever you have,” he had explained and had wrapped his fingers around the base of his spent cock. “And you don’t go around and look at other guys’ dicks, do you?”
He had felt himself flush a crimson shade of red. “Of course not,” he’d replied hastily, because the Marines would kick his ass if he did, no matter if he was their commanding officer or not. “But usually, other guys don’t around with their dicks hard.”
“Neither would you,” Ronon had argued. “I don’t want you to do this to keep you hard.”
“Then why?” he had asked, already resigned into his fate and capitulating in this battle he’d never really stood a chance in, and Ronon had grinned, a sudden flash of white teeth and crinkled skin at the corners of his eyes.
“To remind you I’m waiting for you,” he had replied, and then he’d tugged him up and into the shower, to clean him and carefully wash him, and to stand still and let him return the favor, his chest tight with strange emotions.
Afterwards, with his skin still damp, Ronon had sat him down on the edge of the bed, had pushed his knees apart and had reached for his own shirt, to rip of a stripe of the fabric.
His hands had been sure and quick as he’d worked, wrapping the strip of fabric around the base of his dick and squeezing it the way he liked it, and when he’d been done, he had sat back on his heels with a satisfied expression in his eyes and they had looked at his handiwork together.
Ronon had made sure he was comfortable, and when Evan stepped through the gate the next day, together with his team, nobody suspected that there was a strip of fabric wrapped around the base of his cock, tied with an elaborate knot to make sure it stayed where it was supposed to be, a constant reminder of the Satedan who had managed to capture Evan’s heart and trust and had put it there.
To remind Evan he was waiting for him.
~end.