Too Many Tequila Slammers
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dorksidefikerTitle: Too Many Tequila Slammers
Fandom: X-Men
Characters: Sam Guthrie/Victor Borkowski
Prompt: 22. Bondage
Word Count: 248
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Sam doesn’t even know where he is or how he got there.
Author's Notes: Written for themarvel_kink meme.
"Well, this sure as all hell is awkward," Sam muttered to himself as he tugged on the sock that was keeping his left arm firmly attached to the bedpost. His other arm was in a similar state, though the sock binding that one was blue instead of pale yellow, and his feet were both being held in place by a pair of belts, one of which was his. Wriggling a little demonstrated to Sam that his body was sore in the way that only came from having sex with another guy.
His head was sore in the way that only came from way too many tequila slammers, which had probably lead to the soreness of his body, and went a long way towards explaining how he'd gotten there and why he couldn't remember getting there. Or who he'd gotten there with.
It didn't explain why he seemed to be alone in the room.
"Hello?"
A groan from the general vicinity of the floor answered Sam's call, and a green hand appeared over the side of the bed, followed by the top of a spiky carapaced head. Two blood shot green eyes looked at Sam blearily for a moment, then Victor slumped back to the floor.
Fandom: X-Men
Characters: Sam Guthrie/Victor Borkowski
Prompt: 22. Bondage
Word Count: 248
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Sam doesn’t even know where he is or how he got there.
Author's Notes: Written for the
marvel_kink meme."Well, this sure as all hell is awkward," Sam muttered to himself as he tugged on the sock that was keeping his left arm firmly attached to the bedpost. His other arm was in a similar state, though the sock binding that one was blue instead of pale yellow, and his feet were both being held in place by a pair of belts, one of which was his. Wriggling a little demonstrated to Sam that his body was sore in the way that only came from having sex with another guy.
His head was sore in the way that only came from way too many tequila slammers, which had probably lead to the soreness of his body, and went a long way towards explaining how he'd gotten there and why he couldn't remember getting there. Or who he'd gotten there with.
It didn't explain why he seemed to be alone in the room.
"Hello?"
A groan from the general vicinity of the floor answered Sam's call, and a green hand appeared over the side of the bed, followed by the top of a spiky carapaced head. Two blood shot green eyes looked at Sam blearily for a moment, then Victor slumped back to the floor.