Ghostbusters Egon/Ray restraints
"Ray?" Egon edged around the huge oak door, trying not to push it any farther open. He was sure it would creak, and if this place made one more stereotypical haunted-house sound effect, he would either jump out of his skin gibbering or burst into a spontaneous lecture on appropriate and inappropriate use of archetype, stereotype, and camp for creating and sustaining mood. While Peter might be highly amused by either one of those, he suspected the Class 6 they were chasing would appreciate neither. "Ray, are you here?" Was that echo? Had this thing seen too many late-night black-and white horror movies when it was alive?
"Egon? Egon, help!" And that was the rattle of chains. Egon shoved his way past cobweb-laden drapery to find the younger Ghostbuster shackled to the wall. His hands were cuffed to either end of a long piece of chain threaded through an eye several feet above his head, and his legs were slightly spread, held in shackles bolted directly to the wall. His pack and uniform were piled on the ground in front of him, just far enough away that if his feet had been free, he still wouldn't be able to reach them.
Ray was stark naked. He met Egon's eyes, flinched, and blushed from toe to hairline. Both hairlines. The older Ghostbuster's glasses steamed up suddenly, and he glanced away.
"Boy, am I glad to see you. Egon, get me down, please?" Ray's vice was quiet, pleading.
"I don't think I can blast the chain without running an unacceptable risk of injuring you. I'm going to have to try to pick the locks. Hold still, please." Egon fished the lockpicks that Ray always carried out of the pouch on the belt on the floor, and reached up for his friend's wrists. Egon's height let him grasp the cuffs and turn the lock towards him to work on, but he had to press right up against ray to do so. Standing next to him didn't give him an angle he could see at - he had to stand right between Ray's legs.
He was finding, oddly enough, that he didn't mind, and from the feel of Ray against his upper thigh, neither did his partner.
"Hmm."
"Uh-oh. Whaddaya mean, hmm?"
"I was just thinking. This ghost has very deliberately created a specific archetypal scenario for us. It might make him easier to trap if we . . . broke out of his tropes. Subverted them."
Ray's eyes widened. "You mean . . . "
Egon tucked the lockpicks behind one ear, and laid a long, dextrous finger on each of Ray's nipples. "A little less classic horror and a little more Rocky Horror. Exactly how glad are you to see me?"
He pinched gently. The younger Ghostbuster shuddered, groaned, and snapped fully to attention. Egon reached down and slid one hand down Ray's shaft; Ray surged forward, caught up short by the chains. "Well, now. This will be an interesting . . . experiment."