Author: Kathie
Fandom: SGA
Pairing: John/Ronon
Rating: FRAO
Disclaimer: Not mine.
Summary: Ronon just wants to know if John trusts him.
Authors Notes: Written for the
rounds_of_kink challenge.Prompt:Trust
Ronon/John
kink: Bondage, blindfolding
(Prompted by
ms_king)“Do you trust me?”
If Ronon had asked the question in any other context, John thought while trying not to fidget, the answer would, without a doubt, have come immediately and had been heartfelt.
He trusted Ronon to watch his back and keep Rodney alive, and he trusted him to follow his orders.
However, this was something else.
He shifted again, but the supple leather cords slung tight around his wrists didn’t yield.
Ronon’s hand settled on his hip, warm and broad, and John jumped slightly. He hadn’t realized that Ronon had moved and had stepped up to him.
“Do you trust me?” Ronon asked once more, his voice rough and scratchy and his breath brushing past the naked skin of John’s shoulder.
His lips twitched slightly as he tilted his head to the side. “I let you tie up my hands,” he pointed out and lifted his hands. The leather around his wrists was a dark, chocolate-colored brown, warm and soft, the knots tied carefully and thoroughly. It was the work of someone who knew what he was doing: secure, but not uncomfortable.
Nothing he couldn’t deal with, he thought quietly, even if the idea of being helpless and tied up generally made him feel uncomfortable.
“That doesn’t answer my question,” Ronon pointed out and bent his head to kiss a path along John’s shoulder blade.
John gritted his teeth to not shy away from the tickling of Ronon’s beard. “I don’t think there are a lot of people in this galaxy – or in any other galaxy – that I’d let do that,” he pointed out slowly.
“Yeah, but do you trust me?” Ronon asked a third time.
“I don’t know. You tell me,” John shot back.
Ronon’s hands settled on his shoulders and slid down his arms in a soothing caress until he reached John’s elbows. He turned John around and looked at him with a glint in his eyes.
“I want to try something,” he said. “Old Satedan ritual.”
~~~*~~~*~~~
John was always a bit weary when Ronon wanted to try something that the taller man said was an old ritual or tradition. He never knew when Ronon was serious and when he was just messing with his head, but so far, he’d never been hurt seriously or embarrassed. Instead they left him with small aches and a few bruises and a happy Ronon. John knew that Ronon was having fun, and maybe he even was thankful that John almost always played along, no matter how crazy and weird it seemed to him.
Holding his breath, he waited for John to make up his mind while taking in the tantalizing view of his commanding officer – only that it wasn’t Colonel Sheppard standing in front of him here, bare feet and without a shirt, his wrists tied together in front of his body.
This was John.
There was a difference between the two, Ronon knew. He knew that Sheppard trusted him, and now he wanted to know if John also did.
“What do you say?” Ronon asked and ran a single finger along the curve of John’s spine and along the waistband of his pants. He could see John’s underwear peeking out from the pants, and it made him grin a bit.
John took a shuddery breath. “Okay. Fine,” he answered and shifted from one foot to the other.
He seemed relaxed, Ronon thought while taking a few steps back to pick up the object he’d hidden under his pillow, just in case John would agree to this. He’d gotten it from Teyla, together with a few other things, and it was perfect for his purposes.
“I just want you to trust me,” Ronon explained as he stepped up to John again and brushed the soft cloth against his skin. “And relax.”
John shuddered slightly at the teasing contact. Ronon took that as a good sign and folded the cloth so he could blindfold John.
A small sound escaped John, but he quickly stifled it, and Ronon bent down to kiss his shoulder again.
“It’s just us here,” he said, a hint of amusement audible in his voice. “Do you see anything?”
“No,” John admitted. He shook his head slightly, but the blindfold didn’t come loose. Ronon had known that it wouldn’t; it wasn’t the first time he’d blindfolded someone. He knew what he was doing.
“Good. I’ll spin you now.”
He grabbed John’s shoulders and spun him around several times; not enough to make him dizzy, but enough to confuse his sense of orientation. Ronon was amused about that anyways. He couldn’t understand how someone who had a good of sense of where he was when in the air could get lost on the ground so easily.
As soon as he was sure John was standing safely on his own feet, he took a step back and walked half a circle around his bound and blindfolded friend.
“So what is this?” John asked amusedly and turned his head to the side. “You’re going to tell me where to go now to teach me how to trust you?”
“Something like that,” Ronon allowed. “But first, I want you to take off your pants.”
He circled John like a predator would circle its prey. “Slowly.”
John lifted his hands again. “How am I supposed to do that, without hands?” he asked. Amusement and tension kept their balance in his voice, but Ronon thought he heard a hint of arousal, too.
“Lots of wriggling,” he suggested and took a step closer, both to enjoy watching John wriggle and squirm out of his pants and underwear, and to make sure that, should he trip over his pants’ legs, he wouldn’t fall and hurt himself.
As soon as John was naked, he couldn’t resist the urge to touch. He ran his hands over his backside and squeezed the tightly muscled globes of his ass gently, allowing the tips of his fingers to dip in between them while he pulled John against himself and kissing him.
John’s arms were trapped in between them, but he didn’t offer any resistance and willingly leaned into the deep, tongue-tangling kiss that left them breathless, but yearning for more.
Ronon’s calloused fingertips rubbed gently over John’s opening.
“You okay with this?” he asked. There were days when John didn’t like being on the bottom, and Ronon accepted that. However, today didn’t seem like one of those days.
“Yeah,” John rasped and licked his lips.
“Good,” Ronon muttered and walked them backwards, until they were standing next to the bed. “Careful,” he warned.
John chuckled as he sat down on the edge of the bed. “You want me on my back, or on hands and knees? Knees and elbows?”
Ronon moaned loudly as fantasies and mental images assaulted his thoughts. John on his knees and elbows, his ass high in the air and his legs spread wide while Ronon fucked him deep and hard – that idea alone managed to arouse him, his cock suddenly heavy and pressing against the front of his pants insistingly.
“On your back,” he said roughly. “With your arms over your head.”
John obediently leaned back and relaxed into the pillows and blankets under him.
“Arms,” Ronon grinned and followed him, kneeling down next to John and resting a hand on John’s ankle.
“I feel stupid,” John complained, but he did it with a smile on his face as he lifted his hands over his head.
He looked great, Ronon thought as his mouth got dry. Stretching his arms over his head brought out the muscles twitching under John’s skin, and he released his grip on John’s ankle to scratch his blunt nails gently over John’s stomach. John took a shuddery breath and shivered at the sensations running through his whole body.
“Spread your legs for me,” Ronon ordered. He’d stashed the lube under the mattress, out of view but close enough to grab it quickly.
John’s mouth fell open when Ronon pushed a well-coated finger into his opening and, at the same time, his free hand closed around his semi-erect cock to give it a few experimental strokes.
John bit his lip and spread his legs wider, to give Ronon more room, and Ronon reacted by slipping a second finger into him.
He lacked the patience to draw this out for much longer, and John, his lips bitten and swollen, his cheeks flushed a hectic red, his hair sticking up over the smooth material of the blindfold that robbed him of every chance to watch Ronon while he watched John, his wrists crossed and bound, while his arousal was evident in the way his cock, dark and stiff, almost twitched in Ronon’s grip, was a view too distracting and arousing to resist for much longer.
“Hey!” John protested weakly, his body arching upwards sharply. He immediately flushed darker and tried to get his trembling legs under control, to stop his hips from helplessly snapping forward, into thin air, seeking contact, friction, release, anything.
“Why did you stop?”
Ronon laughed while getting rid of his boots and pants. “I want in you,” he said simply. “Need to undress.”
John moaned quietly. “Okay,” he said and spread his legs wider, in invitation. “Hurry up!”
Ronon swallowed. There was nothing short of a Wraith attack that could stop him now.
He slipped in between John’s legs and covered his own erection generously with the lube before lifting one of John’s legs and settling it against his shoulder.
Slowly, he pushed his way into John’s body, his fingers rubbing over his chest and hips, until he couldn’t go any further.
“Yes, like that,” John moaned and twitched his hips impatiently. “Come on.”
Ronon chuckled darkly and pulled out again. He loved the feeling of John wrapped around him, the heat and tightness making the world swim in front of his eyes. His toes curled as he pushed back into the pliant body under him, his thrusts growing shorter and more forceful as his emotions overwhelmed him. One of his hands reached out and brushed along the soft skin on the inside of John’s arms, taking advantage of the fact that the other man couldn’t squirm away, pinned under Ronon as he was.
The blindfold gave him the chance to watch the emotions cross John’s face as he neared his own climax. It gave him a tiny additional thrill, being able to see that, and he bent his head to lick and nibble his way across John’s chest, adding to the sensations already assaulting him.
John moaned helplessly and threw his head back against the pillow when Ronon hit that one special spot deep inside him and he saw stars in front of his closed eyes. Sweat was pouring off his body, and Ronon’s heavy weight had him bent almost in half, but he didn’t care. All he cared about was the hand on his cock, pushing him closer and closer to orgasm, and the pressure against his prostate that sent more sparks through him.
He was flying high, and when orgasm finally overwhelmed him, he felt as if he was catapulted from simply flying to space travel.
Ronon bit down on his chest, but the pain didn’t even register with John. He moaned weakly, his hips undulating gently, pushing back against Ronon, urging him on, until he, too, reached the peak of arousal and came deep in him.
Ronon ran his hands up John’s arms until he reached his wrists. With a few moves, he tugged the knots loose and freed John’s hands from their bonds.
John brought his arms down and rubbed his wrists gently, even if there were only the faintest marks. He grinned up at Ronon, a lazy, tired grin that made Ronon lean down and kiss him again.
He didn’t try to remove the blindfold himself. It was Ronon who finally pushed the material up and away from his face, kissing his cheekbones and his lids gently.
“Thank you,” he whispered.
John only looked at him, and Ronon wrapped an arm around him and rolled both of them around, so that John was resting on top of him and not being crushed by Ronon’s weight. His softening cock slipped out of John’s body, and he knew that they should get up and get cleaned up soon, but for the moment, he was content where he was.
It was obvious that John had issues trusting people with personal things, but, Ronon thought fondly, they probably all had problems with that. It was highly unlikely that John would ever tell Ronon with words what he felt, but that was okay, too.
John stirred and pressed a soft kiss to Ronon’s chest.
“Tell me the truth,” he murmured sleepily. “Is this really an old Satedan ritual? It almost beats watching football for team bonding...”
Ronon only laughed and pulled John even closer before closing his eyes.
Actions spoke louder than words, anyways.
And John’s actions, including the way he relaxed and allowed himself to rest on top of Ronon told Ronon everything he needed and wanted to know.
The End.