Ratchet

Ratchet

By Chris Owen and Jodi Payne

Tobias let himself into Noah's apartment and made sure he locked the door behind him. It was already past four and there were a few things he wanted to do before Noah got home from work.

Plus, an unlocked door would let Noah know that he was there, and that just wasn't right.

Tobias loved surprises, if he was the one setting them up. He wasn't so fond of being on the receiving end. That, he figured, was one of the essential reasons why he was a Dom and not a sub; it all came down to control and who was in charge.

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He walked through the silent apartment and went to Noah's room, double checking that his sub's supply of lube was handy. At his own home, and out at his farm, there was never any question.

But this was Noah's space, and Tobias wasn't as strict about such things in places he didn't own and manage for himself.

Assured that everything from that angle was taken care of, he went back to the living room, took off his coat and draped it over a chair, leaving his shoes there as well. Then he sat on the couch and waited, his fingers twitching. It was, he hoped, the only outward sign of his mood.

He hadn't seen Noah in three days, and it was more than time to work off a little excess energy.

Tobias tended to get restless if he was without his submissive for too long.

Noah got off work at four o'clock. Tobias assumed that Noah took public transportation home --

the subway or a city bus -- but it occurred to him that he'd never asked. Four-fifteen went by, four-twenty; by four twenty-five he was pacing and looking out the window, as if that might bring Noah home faster.

The sound of keys jangling in the hall rallied him again and he hurried back to the couch and took his seat, draping one arm across the back and casually crossing his legs. He heard the deadbolt slide free and then the scrape and click of Noah's key in the door before the door itself opened. Noah stepped in and tugged the key free of the lock before closing it, his hat in one hand and his coat hanging open on his shoulders.

"Freeze," Tobias said quietly, not moving. "Take off the coat, set the hat down. Then come here."

Noah's head snapped around and he stared hard at Tobias for a brief moment, obviously startled.

An instant later his fingers fell away from his firearm at his hip and his eyes lowered dutifully to the floor.

He said nothing as he followed Tobias' orders, taking off his coat and setting it on top of Tobias', along with his hat and his gun. A few obedient steps brought him to Tobias' feet where he knelt and displayed, arms crossed behind his back making his blue uniform shirt stretch tightly across his chest.

"Good afternoon, pet," Tobias said, studying him. He was beautiful, as always, but Tobias had a special fondness for Noah in his police uniform. Especially with his belt on. So many things on that belt. A flashlight, his holster, a pad for taking notes... his handcuffs. Tobias felt his already half-hard cock throb into full blood. "Did you have a good day?"

"Yes, sir." Noah replied. Though still submissive and respectful, Noah's voice often sounded a bit deeper and more authoritative when he was fresh off a shift. "A quiet day, sir, which in my business is a very good day. You?"

"Boring." Tobias reached out and touched Noah's cheek. "You smell good."

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"Hm. Men's locker room, patrol car vinyl, city pollution… oh, and that hot dog I had for lunch,"

Noah shook his head. "That's quite a cocktail, sir. You, on the other hand, smell like toothpaste and surgical soap. Clean and fresh. Sexy. Irresistible." Noah was catching on, it appeared.

"Oh, there's nothing wrong with a little resistance." Tobias almost purred as he leaned over even farther, almost off the couch to kiss Noah hard. He held on to one shoulder, mostly for his own balance, and with the other neatly snagged Noah's cuffs from his belt.

Noah's hand made a grab for the cuffs reflexively, his professional training and instinct momentarily stronger than his sub training and his libido. He abruptly let go, however, jerking his fingers back and squeezing his eyes shut, as if he was mentally kicking himself. "I'm sorry, sir," he said, folding his arms behind his back again and bowing his head apologetically.

"Well, like I said. A little resistance can be fun." Tobias stood up and moved to Noah's side, looking down at him. "Not too much, of course. Then it's more work than it's worth to subdue the... well, you're hardly a criminal, are you? The playmate, then."

"With all do respect, sir, I believe that you would be the criminal were you to deliberately restrain a cop. And most officers I know are trained in resistance. Some," Noah cleared his throat, "more than others."

Tobias clicked his tongue and played with the cuffs, opening both bracelets up. "Oh? And how is your training, pet?" He studied the cuffs, obscenely glad that Noah didn't use zip tape instead.

That wasn't nearly as much fun in situations like the current one. Zip tape had its place, though, and Tobias made a mental note to use it soon.

"I get by, sir." Noah said, grinning broadly though his eyes remained steadfastly forward. "But I'm told resistance is more difficult when overtaken from behind."

"Oh, really? I had no idea," Tobias said, rolling his eyes. In a rush, without any hesitation at all, he dropped a hand to Noah's shoulder again, gripped him hard and shoved. Backwards. As Noah started to go, in the instant before he knew what was happening and resistance could kick in, Tobias was on him. From the front.

Noah grunted, definitely surprised. His back hit the rug but before they lost momentum Noah tangled his fingers in Tobias' lapels and tugged sideways, rolling them both over. Tobias ended up flat on his back with Noah stretched out on top of him. It was almost comical how difficult it was for Noah not to meet his eyes in this position.

"Not bad," Tobias said, grinning at Noah. He braced his leg and shoved back, not trying to roll them at all, just get to Noah's hand. Oddly, he managed it, and the sound of the cuff ratcheting was huge in the room. By the way Noah jerked his other arm away, it looked like it was going to be a struggle to use that move again.

Noah’s fleeting grin was unmistakable, but it was quickly followed by a gasp and a look of mock
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horror. "Naughty, sir!" He pinned Tobias' shoulder with his free hand and planted a kiss on his lips. It seemed like an easy task to grab hold of that wrist but when Tobias reached for it, Noah rolled off of him and got to his feet. He held the wrist with the cuff closed around it in front of him, the empty, open cuff dangling from it. "I'm sure there is something illegal about this, sir,"

he said in a teasing tone.

"More than likely," Tobias agreed, rolling to his feet. "Not to mention undignified. Fun, though, and I assume I've made my point?"

"Oh, I’ve got your point." Noah reached up and tossed a few of the bulkier items from his belt onto the couch; the heavy flashlight, a couple of pens and his utility knife all hit the couch one after another. The keys to the cuffs, however, he hung on the corner of his entertainment center.

"Just so you know where they are, sir," Noah told him, stepping close again. "In case you have any objections."

Tobias felt cold metal as the other half of the set of cuffs locked with a familiar ratcheting sound around his own wrist. "Interesting," he said, looking down to where they were now attached, right wrist to left. "Two stripes for wrecking my plan and you have four seconds to get rid of your pants without any help from this hand." He lifted his arm high and smiled. "Don't fall, or you'll make me cross."

Tobias was an inch or so taller than Noah, so Noah had to go up on his toes to keep from hanging by his wrist. Four seconds was an unreasonable expectation and the fact that he knew Noah wouldn't be able to do it just made Tobias all the more smug.

"No fair, sir!" Noah pouted, but he didn't waste any time popping the button at the top of his pants. He fought with the thick zipper while he kicked off his shoes and then pushed at the waistband of his pants, but it was stuck under the heavy utility belt. "Shit," he muttered and lifted the belt up, jumping a couple of times until the uniform finally fell to the floor.

Tobias tried very hard not to laugh, but he knew his lips twitched. "Positively stunning," he said, looking down at Noah's hips, the belt dangerously close to injuring one of his favorite parts of Noah's body. "I swear I've seen this movie before."

"I haven't," Noah said with a sigh. "Thankfully." He started to try to remove the utility belt, but the longer he tried, the less it seemed to be a one handed job. "Some help would be good, sir."

"I was almost enjoying watching you try," Tobias said, lowering his arm and bringing his free hand into play, helping Noah to undo the belt. "But this is more fun." He palmed Noah's balls and squeezed lightly before giving Noah another kiss, slower and sweeter than before.

"Fun is good." Noah sighed, sounding happy to have Tobias' lips back. Noah returned the kiss, and seemed to be enjoying slow and sweet, though his cock was decidedly firm and poked Tobias in the thigh. The two of them pushed and pulled at the belt until Noah finally snuck his cuffed hand in and undid it himself. He let it drop to the floor where the heavy clunk was muffled by his pants. "Sir," he breathed into Tobias’ mouth as he shifted their joined hands away
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from his body and into Tobias', rubbing the back of his hand against Tobias' fly.

Tobias let him feel all he wanted to; after all, the entire goal of the game was to eventually get off. It would be nice, however, if he didn't do so in his trousers. Still kissing Noah, Tobias shifted their hands so Noah could feel him, and then attempted to undo his own fly. "I see the problem,"

he said dryly, looking down. "Little help?"

Noah bent his head and found Tobias's mouth again. "Uh-huh." He grinned against Tobias' lips and reached forward with his other hand to lower the zipper and slip the top button free. He got his cuffed hand under the fabric, while his free hand started to loosen the buttons of Tobias' shirt.

Tobias was about to help with the buttons when Noah's wrist tilted and the cuff slipped down, the cold metal brushing lightly against his belly. "Oh," he gasped, his skin flushing hotter and his stomach cramping with a jolt of pure lust. "Different than leather cuffs," he made himself say, hoping for a calm tone. It was ruined by the growl in his voice.

The cuffs may have been cold but Noah's fingers were hot as they circled around his cock.

"Yeah. Harder," Noah growled right back at him, giving Tobias a light tug. His lips were traveling over Tobias's jaw. "Colder. Less... forgiving."

"You find me too forgiving?" Tobias returned the favor, working at a disadvantage as his dominant hand was cuffed to Noah's. "I can change that."

Noah rewarded his efforts with a low moan, and let his forehead fall onto Tobias' shoulder. For a moment, as Noah leaned against him, it didn't seem as if his boy was going to respond at all. But then Noah's cock jerked in Tobias's fingers and he groaned. "Need, sir. Need you. Need to be used. Need my Master."

Tobias felt the growl grow. "All right. I didn't come all the way downtown for mutual hand jobs, anyway." He dragged all of their hands away, the two confined by the cuffs being easy. "Over the couch, do you think?"

"Couch, rug, wall, anything." It was possible that Noah forgot their hands were bound together for a moment because he reached up to tug off his tie and dragged Tobias’ arm up with him. "I like that you were here when I got home, sir." Noah said, unbuttoning his shirt. Neither of them were going to be able to get their shirts off, but access to skin was very nice.

"Couch it is," Tobias said, turning his sub around so Noah's back was to his chest, their linked arms crossing Noah's body in front of him. "Were you surprised?" he asked, easing Noah's shirt off one shoulder and biting down.

Noah hissed at the bite and nodded. "Yes. Like you'd read my mind." He rolled his head to the side, giving Tobias more room. "You can leave a mark," he whispered.