reddwarfslash | Love & Jealousy 4

Chapter 4 here...

Unfortunately for Rimmer there was one thing that held Lister and Alex together much more strongly than any sexual attraction. Football. Rimmer had become resigned to the fact that the screening of a zero-gee match on the ship’s broadcast system meant that Lister had eyes for only one man the whole evening - and that was Jim Bexley Speed. Rimmer tried to understand the bloody game. He tried to get excited about who had the ball. He tried to care who won. But no matter how hard he tried he couldn’t seem to accomplish any of these things.

Alex, of course, knew everything about zero-gee. He could run off details of players, goals and matches going back fifty years or more like some demented one-man version of Google in designer jeans. Which Lister, of course, thought was so cool. Rimmer would sit with them in the bar, getting a crick in his neck from looking up at the huge screen, listening helplessly while they nattered away in what seemed to him to be almost a foreign language and hating every minute. And the worst part was always when someone scored, because the pair of them would always fling their arms around each other and yell, and dance, and kiss while Rimmer sat there like a fool.

Lister had tried to tell Rimmer that this was perfectly normal behaviour for all men whether straight, gay or miscellaneous. Rimmer had replied that it was also perfectly normal behaviour to dislike the sight of your lover wrapped around their ex, no matter what championship you’d just won. This bone of contention was partly the reason why Rimmer was so often present at the matches, despite his disdain for the sport, and mainly the reason why Lister and Alex no longer watched the games in the privacy of Alex’s quarters. It made Rimmer feel better to know that no matter what happened during the match, they couldn’t get too carried away with a bar full of people watching them, and Lister had decided it was a minor sacrifice to make in return for a quiet life.

This evening, the three of them were sat huddled at a small table beneath the big screen sharing a bowl of curly fries and getting jostled by the crowd. Rimmer’s patience was growing thin. He could think of a million other things he would rather be doing than sitting in the middle of this noisy scrum, but he knew the chances of tearing Lister away weren’t even as high as nil; and mostly what Rimmer wanted to be doing was Lister. But, as always, zero-gee night meant he’d taken a back seat to the amazing human trivia machine that was Alex Hunter. “...Of course it was a foregone conclusion. I mean Hull haven’t made it that far up the league tables since 2120 and that was only because Bolton had that problem with the Harry Berkely scandal and...” Lister was gazing at him with an expression of total interest and admiration that made Rimmer want to throw up. He really couldn’t take it anymore.

He pushed back his chair and Lister turned to him with surprise, “Where are you going?”

“There’s some stuff I need to go and pick up before the shops shut. I’ll see you later.”

“Do you want us to save your seat?”

“No, that’s alright. I don’t think I’ll be back.”

“Well, okay. If you’re sure,” Lister looked at him uncertainly.

“I’m sure. Have fun,” Rimmer said woodenly before turning to go.

Rimmer sloped along the corridor scuffing moodily at the floor. He wasn’t sure what to do with himself now. He didn’t really have anything to pick up at the shops, but he couldn’t very well have said, “I’m going now because I’m bored and I hate your stupid game because it means you don’t pay any attention to me all evening, and anyway I want to go home and have sex. And by the way, I hate your stupid friend Alex too.” Well...alright, he could have said it but Lister wouldn’t have been very pleased and it wasn’t particularly subtle either.

Rimmer knew it wasn’t exactly a mature way to look at a relationship, but he couldn’t help wishing he had more control over Lister. It would be nice if he could just stand up and say “Right, let’s go home now” and Lister would follow him. Or if he could say, “Stop listening to Alex and talk to me” or even better, “No, you’re not going to see Alex tonight; you’re going to stay in and play strip Risk with me.”

It wasn’t that he wanted to own Lister...Or not entirely at any rate. He just wished there was a way of making him more...biddable. More his. A slow smile started to cross Rimmer’s face. Maybe he would make a quick stop at the shops after all.......

Lister danced back in to their sleeping quarters a few hours later, crowing with triumphant glee, “Three-nil, man! You should have stayed, it was a brilliant game.”

“Oh, you know I don’t give a damn about zero-gee,” Rimmer shook his head dismissively.

“Yeah, I know,” Lister said, deflating a little, “But it was still fun. Where did you go anyway?”

“To find something even more fun,” Rimmer said secretively, crossing the room and closing Lister in his arms. Lister leaned back warily, but he was smiling. “Something more fun than football? I’m intrigued...”

“No more talking now,” Rimmer said sternly. He gave Lister a firm kiss and started to undo his shirt. When it was completely unbuttoned he slid his hands inside to caress Lister’s bare back; then pushed the shirt off his shoulders completely and dropped it onto the floor.

He kissed him again, letting his hands wander down this time to curl around his ass and pull him closer. He could feel Lister’s cock against him now, already hard and ready for action, as was his own. But they could both wait a little longer. He turned Lister round, grasped his hips and pulled him back tight against his body, kissing his neck feverishly. Lister murmured, reaching up to tangle one hand in Rimmer’s unruly curls. But Rimmer’s mind was elsewhere. With one hand he was carefully unknotting his tie and sliding it off; the other hand was busy unzipping Lister’s jeans and otherwise distracting him in a most pleasant way; so when he slid the silky cloth over Lister’s eyes and bound it tightly in place, it did actually come as something of a surprise. “Ooo...!” Lister giggled, somewhat startled, “What’s this?” He started to reach up blindly, but Rimmer gently took his wrist and lowered it.

“Just a bit of fun, Listy. Think you can handle it?”

“I can handle anything you care to throw at me, Duke,”

“Really? You might regret that statement before the night’s out.”

“You wouldn’t do anything too bad, you love me too much,” Lister said smugly.

“Is that so?” Rimmer replied smoothly.

Lister felt Rimmer’s hand on his chest, pushing him gently but firmly down into a ready-placed chair, then it slid upwards as Rimmer circled him and started to rub his shoulders. “You sure about that?”

“Fairly sure...” Lister smiled, playing the game. Rimmer’s hands slid down his arms and grasped his wrists. Lister gasped as he suddenly felt cold metal against his skin... and the firm click of steel handcuffs suddenly locked him to the chair. “Maybe you’re too trusting, Listy,” Rimmer whispered.

Actually, Lister had been expecting something of this sort for a while. He’d been wondering how long it would take before Rimmer’s ‘lower’ desires started to crop up in their relationship. He supposed Rimmer had been waiting until he felt he could trust Lister before revealing one of his darker fantasies, unaware that his lover already knew much more about his psyche than he could have imagined. The question now was, just how much did he trust Rimmer? The idea of being whipped to within an inch of his life didn’t really appeal.

He felt Rimmer’s hands rest on his thighs, then the touch of their lips made him forget his concerns. Rimmer kissed his throat, then his bare chest, then sucked firmly on his nipples. Lister moaned and squirmed slightly in his seat, and doubly so when he felt his trousers being eased down to expose his huge erection. “You sure you can handle this?” Rimmer purred in his ear, “Or should I stop?”

“Don’t you dare!” Lister whispered back breathlessly.

Strong fingers wrapped firmly around his cock and he moaned softly. “And what are you going to do about it if I do decide to stop, Listy? What are you going to do if I decide to maybe go out for a while and leave you here, chained up alone, until I get back?”

“You wouldn’t,” Lister said, but somewhat uncertainly.

“Maybe you wouldn’t even know,” Rimmer continued softly, “Maybe I could just go over there and open and close the door. You wouldn’t know if I was gone or not. I could be down at the ship’s cinema, or I could just be lying a few feet away on the bed, watching you. You look good, you know. The bondage thing suits you. I could bring myself off right now just looking at you.” His hand was still slowly stroking Lister’s cock.

“C’mon,” Lister whispered pleadingly, “Don’t be such a tease, man. Just do me.”

“All in good time, Listy. I thought maybe you should do me first.” He felt Rimmer’s hand curl around the back of his neck and push his head down, until the handcuffs bit at his wrists as the chain pulled tight against the chair, and he couldn’t go any further. He felt the velvet smoothness of Rimmer’s cock brush against his lips. “Now I want you to suck me,” Rimmer purred, “And if you do it nicely and don’t spill a drop, then maybe when you’re done I’ll let you up from that chair and return the favour.”

“Yes, Sir,” Lister murmured throatily and Rimmer gave a small shiver of delight. He had to hand it to Listy; the little bastard knew his desires better than he did.

Rimmer spent the next week or so in a smug daze that his plan had worked so well. He had been nervous at first as to how Lister would react to the whole idea; he’d half expected him to turn and storm out in disgust and indignation. But Lister hadn’t seemed shocked at all. In fact he’d played along so willingly – and so perfectly – that Rimmer could hardly believe his luck. Even so, after the first time, once they were curled up sleepily together in bed, Rimmer had felt the need for reassurance. Holding anxiously onto Lister’s hand, he’d asked, “You don’t think it’s...wrong...at all, do you? What we just did?”

Lister had opened one weary eye to see if he was serious. “You’re kidding, right? Loads of people do it, man, it’s just a bit of fun.”

“I don’t want you to feel, you know, objectified, or anything,” Rimmer added earnestly. Lister looked at him blankly.

“I don’t know what that means,” he replied.

“Oh. Well, it’s probably alright then. Just...if you don’t like it then do tell me, won’t you?”

“Rimmer,” Lister rolled over to face him with a slightly mocking smile, “I know you like to imagine that I’m pure as fresh snow and all that, but I’m afraid I’m going to have to shatter that sweet image. I’m a bad, filthy, naughty boy and I loved playing your dirty little game. So don’t sweat it, okay? I don’t think any less of you for wanting to chain me up.” He leaned over and gave him a kiss, “Now go to sleep, huh?”

What was really great was that now Rimmer felt much more comfortable confiding some of his more shameful desires to Lister, their sex life had become one hundred times more fulfilling; and as a result, Lister was spending less time with Alex and more time in bed. In fact, he’d become such an enthusiastic participant in their little games, that Rimmer half-wondered if maybe Lister hadn’t been repressing a few things too....

Either way, the new spark in their relationship meant that for once Alex had taken a back seat, and Rimmer couldn’t have been happier. Sadly, it couldn’t last.

One evening, as the two of them were enjoying some alone time, there was a knock at the door of their quarters. After sharing a brief look of ‘Shit! What do we do?’ Rimmer took the initiative. “Who is it?” he called breathlessly.

“It’s me,” Alex’s voice came through the door, “Is Dave there?” Rimmer turned to glare at Lister,

“What did you invite him over for?” he hissed.

“I didn’t invite him over!” Lister hissed back, “Do you think I’d be doing this right now if I was expecting company?”

“Erm...He’s a little tied up at the moment!” Rimmer called out. Lister giggled quietly. There was a short pause.

“Is everything okay in there?” Alex asked suspiciously.

“Fine!” Rimmer shouted out, “Things couldn’t be hunky-dorier!” Lister was doing something with his mouth which suggested he felt it was time Rimmer wrapped this conversation up and got back down to business. Alex wasn’t having it, “Dave, are you alright?”

“He’s fine, Alex! Just sod off, will you?”

“Dave?”

Trying not to burst out laughing, Lister shouted back, “I’m okay, man. Just now’s not a good time, get my drift?”

“Oh.” There was an embarassed silence.

“I’ll catch up with you later, okay?”

“Yeah, alright. See you later then.”

“Bye!”

“Are you quite finished chatting?” Rimmer asked peevishly.

“Sorry, Duke. Where were we?”

“What’s his problem, anyway?” Rimmer asked later.

“What do you mean?”

“Checking if you’re okay. I mean, does he think I’m beating you or something?”

“He’s half right,” Lister replied jokingly, rubbing his decidedly pink backside.

“How much of an asshole does he think I am?”

“I think you know the answer to that one,” Lister replied, apparently amused.

“But still! As if I’d hit you! Well...you know...”

“Maybe he was worried that you’d killed me in a jealous rage. I haven’t seen him for a few days. He probably thought I was ill or something.”

“Yeah, he was probably here to kiss it all better,” Rimmer sniped.

“Don’t start,” Lister said easily. He rolled out of bed.

“Where are you going?”

“I said I’d catch up with him later, didn’t I?”

“Do you have to?” Rimmer was irked.

“Come on now. Would General Patton whine like that? You can come too if you like.”

“Oh, and have a friendly drink with the guy who thinks I’m Hannibal Lecter and Charles Manson rolled into one?”

“Well, actually, you did bite me pretty hard,” Lister smiled. Rimmer didn’t smile back. “Oh, fine. Be like that. I’ll see you later.”

When Lister was gone, Rimmer rolled over in the bunk to stare at the wall and seethe. Foiled again. Maybe some new playthings would do the trick. But no...Lister wasn’t the brightest penny, but even he would wise up soon enough to the fact that every time he went out with Alex, Rimmer came home with a new sex toy. It made him look desperate. There was only one way to solve this, and it was time for Rimmer to take the bull by the horns....