Summary: "Tell me if it's too tight," Jimmy said.

Scott hummed in response. A morbid curiosity for what Jimmy could be using to restrain him coursed through him. Was it one of his spare neckerchiefs? Perhaps a few zip ties? Was he going to tie up his legs too? The mystery behind it all made Scott excited in more ways than one. Said excitement shattered as he felt an all too familiar material wrap around his wrists.

Rope.

Fandom: Empires SMP (season 2)

No.26 Separated | Rope Burns | "Why did you save me?"

Prompt(s) Used: Rope Burns

Trigger Warnings: PTSD, Triggered Flashbacks, Panic attack, Referenced Past Torture

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Third Person's P.O.V.

"Scott?"

"Hmm?"

"Is it okay if we try something different this time?" Jimmy asked, his face already tinted red. Not only from his and Scott's brief make out session, but from the idea that popped into his head for their upcoming activity.

"How different exactly?" Scott asked before slowly peeling off his shirt and tossing it aside.

"Um..." the sheriff trailed off, averting his gaze from Scott's now bare chest, "I know you're into handcuffs but uh... would you like to try another form of restraint?"

Jimmy watched Scott carefully as he mulled over what he'd just asked of him. It looked like he was really putting a lot of thought into this. Or the half naked man in front of him was just pausing for dramatic effect as per usual. Both options were plausible. The silence seemed to go on forever before Scott finally answered.

"I'm open to the idea."

"I'll be right back then," Jimmy said, sliding off the bed and leaving the room only to poke his head back in a moment later and ask, "Can you close your eyes for me when I get back?"

"If I feel like behaving."

"Scott..." Jimmy practically groaned.

"Just teasing," Scott giggled.

Jimmy made a flustered noise and ducked out the door. Scott laughed once more and made quick work of stripping out of the rest of his clothes. Throwing the items in a similar direction as he did his shirt prior. He then shuffled until he was laying in the center of the bed. Angling his body in a way he knew drove Jimmy wild. He also closed his eyes as requested.

"Hands above your-" Jimmy's breath hitched before he could finish his sentence. Pausing in his strides as he caught sight of Scott. The sheriff's cheeks grew redder and his growing bulge only made his pants feel tighter. Scott smiled, eyes still closed, as he elicited the reaction he wanted.

"Take a picture it'll last longer," he said coyly.

Jimmy cleared his throat and crossed the rest of the way to the bed. He climbed up on it and positioned himself so that he was looming over Scott. Fiddling with the restraining item in his hands.

"As much as I like your current position," Jimmy began, "it's going to get uncomfortable real fast. Can you lay on your back?"

"Since you asked so nicely," Scott answered, shifting his body so he was flat on his back. Not waiting for Jimmy to try and say his earlier command again before lifting his hands above his head.

"Tell me if it's too tight," Jimmy said.

Scott hummed in response. A morbid curiosity for what Jimmy could be using to restrain him coursed through him. Was it one of his spare neckerchiefs? Perhaps a few zip ties? Was he going to tie up his legs too? The mystery behind it all made Scott excited in more ways than one. Said excitement shattered as he felt an all too familiar material wrap around his wrists.

Rope.

Scott seized up immediately. Squeezing his closed eyelids even tighter and curling in on himself. His now racing heart pounded in his ears. Scott's breaths also came out in short, panicked puffs as his body trembled. Memories he wished he could forget plaguing his mind. The laughs of those horrid men as they watched him struggle. The hot pain of coarse rope digging into his bare skin. That feeling of being on the edge of consciousness as he weakly clawed at his throat. The red, patchy marks around his neck, arms and legs that stared back at him in the mirror. Reminding him of the hell he was subjected to every day for the three weeks they took to heal.

Jimmy bore witness to all of this. From Scott's first sign of discomfort, he retracted the rope. Tossing it into the farthest corner of his bedroom before putting some distance between himself and Scott on the bed. Fearing that if he remained hovered over the man, he could have potentially triggered Scott further. Guilt pooled in Jimmy's stomach as he continued to worryingly watch his lover spiral. Desperately wanting to comfort Scott but not knowing how.

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This wasn't as difficult for me to write as I thought it would be given the suggestive nature of the build up. I consider this a huge win :D

Have a good rest of your day/night!