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Fic: Bar the Shouting (NC-17)

Jun 10, 2010 22:46

Author: shes_gone
Recipient: tabled
Title: Bar the Shouting
Rating: NC-17
Warnings/additional pairings: Watson/OMC
Summary: It always ends the same way, the result decided ages ago. All that's left is for Watson to work out whether it's victory or defeat.
Word Count: 5,000
Disclaimer: All characters engaging in sexual activity are 16 years or older.
Author's ( Read more... )

2010, rating: nc-17, fic

Comments 64

zelda_zee June 11 2010, 09:52:07 UTC

So wonderful! A brilliant fic in every respect! I enjoyed it so much.

shes_gone June 17 2010, 21:47:41 UTC

Thank you!

It is good floratang June 11 2010, 17:23:47 UTC

I think it is very hot and so much love in it.

Re: It is good shes_gone June 17 2010, 21:48:01 UTC

Thanks so much!

batgurl10 June 11 2010, 20:37:48 UTC

Oh that was SO HOT! like the fire of a thousand burning Suns!

shes_gone June 17 2010, 21:48:20 UTC

:D I'm so glad you thought so, thanks!

mistyzeo June 11 2010, 21:19:23 UTC

So splendid! Loving and tortured and excellent. The narration was delightfully in-voice, and Holmes is sooo Holmes! I love.

shes_gone June 17 2010, 21:49:02 UTC

Oh, thank you! I'm so glad you liked it.

tabled June 12 2010, 02:13:29 UTC

(WARNING: THIS IS LONG)

but it's accompanied by a curl of guilt because he understands; his own behaviour is all too often poorly affected by his enjoyment of Holmes' matches.
AND WE ALL KNOW WHY YOU ENJOY THEM.

Holmes strode into the ring, shirtless and strung bow-tight
oh. watson. i don't blame you for enjoying them.

He's wondered, Watson has, if he'll ever get tired of watching Holmes like this, focussed on a mystery or an opponent or a new piece for the violin (any challenge at all, really), and the answer's always the same: no.
THIS IS PERFECTION.

Suddenly Holmes' eyes were in the crowd: on Watson, with unmistakeable deliberateness, like he'd been aware of him the entire time, had known exactly which face in the crowd was his without having to look for him. Focussed and sharp and intimate, Holmes' gaze cut straight through him, and left Watson glad he had an excuse to lean on his cane.NNGH. I DIDN'T EVEN /PROMPT/ IT HOW DID YOU KNOW EYESEX WAS MY KINK, SECRET AUTHOR? GET OUT OF MY BRAIN. on second thought don't. don't /ever ( ... )

tabled June 12 2010, 02:13:45 UTC

Watson looks away from the man-just a boy, really, who can't be much more than twenty and who never looks so young as he does immediately afterwards, lounging on worn, no-longer-white bed sheets with a cigarette on his lips-and hates that he's made him an unwitting accomplice in this betrayal
nnnngh watson/younger men oh my dear god why stop get out of my brain

Anything you want, the boy said, when Watson asked his name. Call me Holmes, if you like. Watson grits his teeth at the memory.
OH. OH, MY HEART. HE /KNOWS/ BECAUSE WHO DOESN'T KNOW? WHO /DOESN'T/. OH GOD BEAUTIFUL.

"If a bloke like me's gonna have this kind of fun, it'd better be with someone who's got more to lose than I have."
time of death: 8.55 pm reason: /this/

One day, if Watson doesn't stop this nonsense, Holmes will notice, and he will break habit, and he will be here, waiting for him.

And really, Watson thinks, as he considers the pattern of poor choices in his life, perhaps he's still a gambling man after all. I have a future gay son named Emmett. Will you be ( ... )

tabled June 12 2010, 02:14:06 UTC

"But I only did the job half-way, Watson! The moment it seemed you'd made progress, I dragged you right back into the lion's den. Lit the fuse myself, encouraging you to place wagers on my own bouts. If we hadn't needed the rent money I would never have-I should never have, under any circumstance. It was painfully short-sighted of me, and I've done you a great disservice."
oh god holmes thinks the sex is just watson's wager /oh god/ heart breaking

"Holmes," he says, letting his eyes fall closed. "I-that's not it. I haven't-" He swallows. "I've never placed a wager with him."

A short lifetime passes in silence before Holmes asks, "Is he blackmailing you?"

Watson grimaces. "No."
ALSKDJLKASJD.

Holmes reaches for him and pulls the hat Watson forgot he was holding out from between his sweaty fingers, and tosses it onto the bureau. "John, please," he says in a voice so low it seeps right into Watson's skin, "as your friend, I-I implore you. If he's manipulating you in some way, let me-" Oh. My. God. FIRST NAME KINK ASLKDJLAKSJD SO ( ... )

tabled June 12 2010, 02:14:21 UTC

Watson wants to frown in question, but then Holmes is moving, rubbing his lip against carefully groomed whiskers firmly enough to muss them, and something deep inside Watson finally snaps.
okay I seriously just went back and checked my prompt and made sure i didn't put moustache kink and HOW DID YOU KNOW, SERIOUSLY, WHAT THE /FUCK/ I'M PRETTY SURE I DIED AGAIN. FOR THE TENTH TIME.

He's kisses him like he's never kissed anyone, like a man who's been too long underwater, dragging in giant lungfuls of air. His hands fist into the fabric at Holmes' waist, and the sound of his cane clattering to the floor goes unheeded by them both ( ... )

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