Transitions [SamandColby Fic]

Chapter 8

Colby grunted, shifting on his knees again.  Brennan tied off the last friction and looked at Colby with no small amount of pride.  "There, get out of that."

"Fuck you," Colby grumbled, but the words were somewhat distorted by the line of rope running between his lips and over his tongue.  It craned his neck backwards, anchoring it into the rope that wrapped tightly around his arms, pulled harshly together behind his back.  His fingers were purple, something Brennan had assured Sam was fine, and Colby shifted again, not really able to do much as his legs were tied to be bent in half in something Brennan called "futos"...

Sam sat back, leaning against the couch with his arms crossed over his chest.   Brennan had just wanted to "practice this one thing" on Colby before Kat got there.  "This one thing" had turned into an hour of Brennan and Colby tying and untying, bickering back and forth about ties.  Sam added a comment from time to time, but mostly he was content to let Brennan and Colby practice, as he continued to absorb all of this stuff.

He looked at the short piece of rope tied around his ankle.  Brennan had handed it to him so that he could practice the single column on his ankle while Brennan and Colby practiced.  He had fucked up quite a few times, the tie having not stuck in his memory, and Brennan had to re-coach him through it, and then one thing had lead to another, and Colby was wrapped up in rope and looking quite unable to move.

It wasn't for lack of trying however.  He was fidgeting, moving against the rope as much as he was able.  It wasn't very much, but he was trying.

"How's it going, dude?" Sam asked, watching as Colby tried again to free his wrists, or get to the knots, or something, but everything was locked off out of his reach, and the line across his mouth kept him from moving around too much.

"Fuck you," Colby muttered again, thoughts passing over his face.  "Okay, lemme..." He probably meant for the movement to be slower, but he was fairly immobilized, so he more fell than laid down.  "Fuck, ow..."

"You okay?" Sam leaned forward, ready to move over to Colby and untie him if he needed to.

"I'm good," Colby said, the words more garbled after the change in position.  "I just needed to get in a different position..."  He was rubbing his arms against the ground, and Brennan started to watch with mild concern as some of the lines started to move. "Ha!" Colby cried in victory.

"You're not out of it yet," Brennan warned him, and Sam grinned at the interaction between the two of them.

Then came a knock at the door.  "Sam?" And then the door was opening and Sam's eyes flew towards the sound.

Kat stood in the doorway, and Sam knew that from that position she could easily see everything going on in the living room.  Could see Sam with a rope tied around his ankle, and Colby, flopped over on the floor as he struggled to get free from the monstrosity Brennan had constructed.

"Hey Kat."

"Hey, babe..."

"Hey," Colby even tried to wave, but his fingers just moved sluggishly against the ropes binding them.

"Hi..." Katrina's eyes were wide, and she didn't look like she knew what to do.  "Uh... what the hell?"

Sam stood up, making his way towards Kat as he heard Brennan murmur, "You want out, dude?"

"No way, I was just getting somewhere..."

Kat let him wrap her up in his arms and press a kiss to the top of her head, but she drew back before too soon to watch Colby continue to struggle against his predicament.  "You wrapped up early," Sam commented, knowing from glancing at his watch that it was only one-thirty.