Tickletober Day 3: Stocks
Fandom: Prodigal Son
Characters: Malcolm, Dani
It really wasn’t anything special. His caretaker mother hired for him was on vacation (okay, maybe he kind of encouraged her to take some time off, but who’s to blame him?) and Dani just happened to stop by. And Malcolm just happened to be a little tipsy. Drunk, okay? He was drunk.
“You sure you’re gonna be okay, Bright?” Dani asked, standing by the door, watching the man stumble towards his kitchen.
“Yeah. Yeah, I will,” he answered back and he turned to face Dani, leaning on the kitchen island for support to stand, “M-Maybe you don’t have to go yet. I can put on TV, if you want.”
Dani smiled that small smile of hers when Malcolm was being sweet to her. Even just standing still seemed to be hard for the freelance consultant, as his legs wobbled and he fell to his knees. Dani ran over and helped him stand again, “Yeah, okay, nope. You need to go to bed.”
Malcolm didn’t protest, his legs struggling to walk towards his bed. Dani got him to sit in bed and she helped him shrug his coat off, then yank his perfectly shiny shoes off, all with the speed and precision like she’s done this before.
“I need,” Malcolm swallowed thickly, still adjusting to his surroundings, “I need to be tied down.”
“Excuse me?” Dani rose her brow and her pitch.
Malcolm rolled over onto his side in the bed and pointed lazily, “Mmm... I feel... dizzy.”
“Are you gonna throw up? Bright, you gotta tell me if you’re--”
“No, nno. M’fine. Just use the-the... you know,” he couldn’t think of the word. Dani looked to where Malcolm pointed and she saw cuffs chained to the bed. Kinky, was her first thought. But then she remembered, no, this was Bright. The real reason was clearer and sadder.
Dani silently went over to the other side of the bed and pulled the chain out, looping the leather cuff around Malcolm’s wrist after she yanked his arm closer.
“You’re so nice to me,” Malcolm mumbled in his sleepy, drunken state. He was fading.
Dani felt her cheeks blush and she thanked god Malcolm wouldn’t be able to notice, “Just being a good friend,” she insisted and smiled, something possessing her to poke his side. Malcolm jolted and he covered up with his one free hand.
Dani froze completely, as did Malcolm.
She weighed her options.
This was awkward to begin with. The restraints made it even more awkward. Was she overstepping boundaries? Bright probably wouldn’t remember any of this anyway.
Dani reached down and pincered her forefinger and thumb into Malcolm’s lower rib and the poor guy shrieked. His giggles came out high-pitched and infectious. Then when she tickled his belly, it brought new deeper cackles. He was so uncoordinated as it was, but having one arm totally restrained? Totally unfair!
Malcolm was wiggling around like a fish on a hook, unable to get that right arm to do any good to help his situation. Dani just smiled, not teasing or cooing in any way. Dani traced her nails along Bright’s neck to hear these new airy type of giggles, and then she stopped.
“T-Torture!” Malcolm whined, catching his breath, “You just tortured me! I-I could have you arrested for that, you know,” his smile was infectious.
“Gimme your other hand, Bright,” Dani said, grinning at him. He shook his head and held his free arm close to him.
“I’m not gonna tickle you. Pinky promise,” she held up her pinky to him and he eyed it suspiciously. But Malcolm made contact with his own pinky and Dani set to work locking him into the stocks. God, this was so weird.
“I wouldn’t have minded if you kept tickling me,” Malcolm said through a yawn, shutting his eyes.
Dani’s brows rose nearly into her hairline for the third time that night, “Goodnight, Bright.”
She pulled the blankets over him and headed out the door to his apartment. Now she was flushed crazy red. He was cute.
(yes, i guess technically those weren’t ‘stocks’ but like i can’t really think of anything else that would canonically have bondage in it lol so yeah, this)