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“A Set of Silver...Cuff Links”


Matt woke to the sound of the shower running. His eyes cracked open as he let a small, content smile crawl across his lips. Reaching his arms above his head, Matt stretched and groaned when he envisioned the water running down the curves and dips of John's muscles. The hacker sat up, deciding to join his lover, but halted abruptly.

Very awake now, in more ways than one, Matt swallowed hard. There on the nightstand, glinting in the early morning sun, were John's handcuffs. The hacker couldn't stop the heat that pooled quickly in his groin and could only let out a strangled groan when his sweatpants tented. He vaguely heard the shower turned off and John step out whistling.

Minutes later, John emerged already dressed in his uniform slacks and undershirt with his button up still hanging open. Matt looked up slowly to where John had stopped.

“John...” Matt winced when his voice came out as a croak. His older lover was standing frozen in the doorway, his expression closed off. Matt shook his head, trying desperately to clear the lust from his expression.

“John, I'm...”

“I have to go to work.” John let out in a rush. Matt just closed his eyes and hung his head. He tried to keep the tears from gathering as he heard John grab his clothes and shoes and he visibly winced when he heard the clink on clink of handcuffs as John picked them up. As Matt heard the door of the apartment close, he finally let the tears fall because he knew that he had messed it up.

The two of them had been together for the last two years, since the Firesale, and they were going strong; really strong. They went out on dates whenever John wasn't working or whenever Bowman didn't have Matt doing his dirty work. They had a passion in their conversation that could rival the passion in their bed. John was caring, sensitive, and knew that he could let himself go when he was around Matt. Matt loved that trust and what did he do? He fucking ruined it by a kink that he had no intention of ever exploring.

He knew that John got uncomfortable with anything to do with BDSM, not that Matt was into it either, but that also included bondage of any kind. Matt had found out one day when he had heard John's swearing from the other room. He had rushed in to find John on the only laptop that Matt had said he could touch with disgust and disbelief very clearly written on his face. His lover was studying a spam window that had popped up (probably from Freddy) advertising for a hardcore BDSM porn site. As Matt had approached and draped his arms over John's shoulders from behind the couch, he could hear John's mumbles.

“...fucking freaks. Who could enjoy that? What sick person would find pleasure in getting beaten or beating up someone else? Jesus...”

Matt understood, he really did. John saw the violence that people committed against each other every day. He'd seen parents hit their children, men abuse their wives, partners kill their “other half”; why would he want to come home to the same shit? So Matt had just shrugged, nodded, and swallowed his lust.

Oh, he didn't get turned on by the whole 'Yes, Master' or whips or paddles, and he didn't care for the BDSM scene at all. No, Matt was insanely turned on by the whole tie-me-up-tie-me-down and fuck-me-raw kind of thing. He had never tried it and before John he had never trusted someone enough to do that to him, but John had put a stop to those fantasies with one pop- up ad.

And now John knew. Now he knew that Matt was one of those sick people that got off on being restrained, and with something John used in his every day job no less. It was practically the same thing as asking John to fuck him with his nightstick, but only after spanking him with it while shouting about “naughty- dirty boys.”

He didn't want to be spanked, he didn't want to be down- graded, not after he finally had John's respect as an adult. He just wanted his arms restrained, his worries taken away as the one person he trusted the most took care of him.

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John got into his car and slammed the door shut.

“Fuck!” It had been an awful day.

It had started out great after waking up next to Matt, the younger man's soft brown hair tickling his shin. John had slipped out of bed and into the shower whistling. Matt seemed to always have that effect on him. At first his co-workers had been scared. A happy McClane? What the hell? But they had all gotten over it pretty quick. So when John stormed into work and started ripping people's heads off, they all knew that something had happened with John's hacker.

What was worse, John had no idea why he was so pissed and it took a guy that John knew was into BDSM to make John see sense. Once a year, Detective Samuel Jensen and his wife headed to a resort where BDSM was orchestrated in a safe and orderly manner. And while John had gladly stayed out of Jensen's business, Jensen had become somewhat of a therapist for John. The man would whittle away at John's shell until he cracked and told Jensen what was bothering him. He'd only had to do that once since John had been with Matt--- their first anniversary.

It took Jensen until lunch to get John to cave, and once he heard the tale of John's morning, he burst out laughing. Getting turned on by handcuffs or a man in uniform wasn't BDSM. BDSM was about relinquishing control and causing or getting off on pain. Matt just wanted his man to take advantage of him. When John frowned, Jensen laid a hand on his shoulder, lowered his voice, and told him that if Matt wants John to restrain him it's because Matt trusted him, not just because it made him horny.

It took all of two seconds for John to feel like crap. Here was John, wallowing in his assumptions when Matt was at home, confused, turned on, and shamed, and all because John had stormed out on him without a word. Crap didn't even begin to describe how John was feeling. His lover; his beautiful, smart, passionate hacker; was sitting at home with shame tearing at his gut.

He was the same hacker that defended John against Holy, saved his life and Lucy's in the Firesale, and in the end brought John's kids closer to him again. He was the same hacker that made John feel needed and cared for; made John feel alive after years of loneliness. And if Matt could put up with having John in danger everyday, John's awful cooking, and John's ignorance over anything electrical, then John could explore one of his hacker's fantasies.

~~~

He barely made it until clock-out. He was worried about his hacker, but most of all, John was extremely turned on. Since Jensen's parting words, John had been thinking about his lover laid out in their bed, looking incredibly debauched as he panted and gasped and arched into John. John kept imagining Matt raising his hips to grind himself against John's stomach, unable to get any leverage as John pounded into him. John's fingers would lace with the hacker's underneath him, even as the cuffs glinted silver around the younger man's pale wrists.

The drive home was understandably hell, but also thankfully quick.

When John unlocked the door and shouldered his way in, he noticed the lack of lights on in the apartment. And after hanging up his coat, toeing off his shoes, setting his keys and gun down quietly and passed the “guest room/office”, John noticed that the soft hum of Matt's computers was mysteriously absent.

Their bedroom door was open a crack and John's heart almost broke when he peeked in. Matt was curled up on top of the covers, though his hands were fisted in the comforter underneath his head, and John could see dried tear tracks on the younger man's cheeks as he pushed the door open further. The light from the hallway filtered in and slid across the younger man's face. John breathed deeply when long lashes fluttered open. His lover's brow furrowed in disorientation before he recognized John's form. As John approached, Matt sat up, looking very intent on apologizing. Well, John wasn't going to let him.

“John...” But Matt didn't get a chance to finish before John was covering the hacker's lips with his own. The first kiss was sweet and soft and apologetic, so was the second and third before John pulled back slightly.

“Don't apologize.” John fingered the hem of Matt's baggy and after a mental 'fuck it,' shucked the well- worn shirt over the hacker's head. Jolts of desire dropped through John's stomach when he saw the pale skin covering Matt's lean form. John looked into his lover's wide brown eyes as he pressed the younger man into the mattress. John hesitated for only a second, predatory eyes drinking in his hacker's thin form, before covering the pale, lean body with his own and let Matt feel his interest. He watched as Matt's eyes widened when he felt John's erection, but then turned those eyes turned liquid with desire when John's hard length pressed into his.

“Do you trust me, Matt?” Matt didn't hesitate before surging up to devour John's lips, but he pulled back after only a few seconds.

“Yes.” The hacker barely had time to breathe out the word before John, not wasting any time, captured Matt's wrists and pinned them to the pillow on either side of Matt's head. John trailed hot, open- mouthed kisses along Matt's jaw and was rewarded for his efforts when Matt let out a moan and tipped his head back to bare his throat for John.

John lowered his hips down onto Matt's and jerked Matt's wrists into one hand, so that he could trail the other along Matt's ribs. At the same time as John reached for his back pocket he thrust his hips up, grinding his cock into Matt's. The younger man arched up, threw his head back, and let out a cry of pleasure. That's when John took that time to slip the cuffs through a gap in the headboard.

As the cool metal clicked shut around Matt's second wrist, the body under John stilled and those now almost- black eyes opened. As Matt's brow furrowed, John let a gentle smile show on his features.

“You said that you trusted me.” Matt nodded but let out a near silent gasp when John shifted his hips again.

John was awestruck at the love, passion, and trust shining in the depth of Matt's eyes. How John was lucky enough to get a second chance and how John was lucky enough to find Matt, was anyone's best guess. But John wasn't one to question Fate's motives.

Not when he had a hot, needy young man arching under him, practically begging John to take him. And John definitely didn't question Fate when that hot, needy, willing young man loved and trusted John enough to take care of him when he put himself into John's hands completely vulnerable and submissive.

So yeah, John still didn't like the whole BDSM punishment thing, but maybe some types of bondage were okay... as long as they were with Matt.

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