Subtlety
Prompt: BBC! Sherlock/John: John is a self-aware bisexual. John has a plan and its game is Get Some Sex. (And the capitals are most definitely necessary.)
Subtlety
Phase One of Operation GSS (Get Some Sex): Subtle Seduction of the Victim.
Sherlock was doing an experiment. John didn’t know what it was about but he knew it involved a book of matches, an orange, and a dead rat (approximately three weeks old), and of course: milk. He knew this because he had to go shopping for all of the materials; of course he had quite a hard time finding a dead rat. Unfortunately this meant that John couldn’t try his new idea on him, a little experiment of his own he would say. Of course this didn’t stop John from trying, which was a little something that he had gotten from the consulting detective.
John smiled at the plan in his head and walked up to Sherlock, who was currently bending over the kitchen table dissecting the rat. There was three things that he noticed about Sherlock today right off the bat: He had a nice butt, his hair was in disarray (more so than normal), and he didn’t seem to notice John sneak up behind him which was quite rare.
He looked over Sherlock’s shoulder. “Find anything interesting yet?” He said into his ear. Sherlock nodded his head slightly, engrossed in what he was doing. “That’s good.” He then whispered sending a breath of warm air into Sherlock’s ear. John could see him suppress a shiver and John knew his plan was working brilliantly.
John continued to smile and walked over to the fridge and grabbed the milk. And, in an act of pure stupidity, opened the cap and drank right out of the carton, something that he would never do normally but he was feeling quite proud of himself at that point and did it anyway. It was a mistake. “There are live cultures in there.” Three seconds later there was a splatter of milk across the wall.
Phase Two of Operation GSS: Hints?
It was a day after the milk incident. He didn’t write it up in his blog, he just wanted to get past the incident and go onto Phase Two.
Sherlock got home after an involuntary lunch with Mycroft, and during that time John had planted little clues around the flat that lead to the bedroom of course, there John would be waiting. It should be noted that he was wearing next to nothing at this point. He didn’t think that it would take very long for the detective to figure it out after he heard Sherlock walk into the flat. So he waited.
Waited.
Waited.
Waited.
And waited.
It was almost an hour later (he was surprised he waited that long) before John walked down the stairs. Sherlock looked up from John’s laptop, “Ah, John, you seem to have left the flat a mess, don’t worry though, I cleaned it up for you.” John looked in the wastebasket, there he found all of his little ‘hints’ he left around the flat. He was getting frustrated now, in more than one way of course. Onto Phase Three, it was his last hope.
Phase Three of Operation GSS: Grope Attack
He had been doing it all week. Well, trying to anyway. John was getting more…touchy with Sherlock: the pats on the shoulder, brushing by Sherlock randomly, and little things like that. Sherlock was none the wiser at his advances. Or so he thought.
It had seemed that Operation Get Some Sex was going to fail, and fail miserably at that, until it happened. One day after John had decided to scrap the entire idea; Sherlock walked up to him, grabbed his shoulders, and kissed him hard. He kissed back of course; he had been waiting for this moment his entire life, well at least for as long as he first set eyes on Sherlock Holmes. Approximately three point two five months, as Sherlock would later recall.
Sherlock finally pulled back, “My dear John, you mustn’t be so outright in your advances.” He smiled one of his classic Sherlock smiles and walked away. “Come now John, I won’t be waiting in the bedroom for long.” He said off handedly as he walked up the stairs. John smiled and followed him.
Subtlety
Phase One of Operation GSS (Get Some Sex): Subtle Seduction of the Victim.
Sherlock was doing an experiment. John didn’t know what it was about but he knew it involved a book of matches, an orange, and a dead rat (approximately three weeks old), and of course: milk. He knew this because he had to go shopping for all of the materials; of course he had quite a hard time finding a dead rat. Unfortunately this meant that John couldn’t try his new idea on him, a little experiment of his own he would say. Of course this didn’t stop John from trying, which was a little something that he had gotten from the consulting detective.
John smiled at the plan in his head and walked up to Sherlock, who was currently bending over the kitchen table dissecting the rat. There was three things that he noticed about Sherlock today right off the bat: He had a nice butt, his hair was in disarray (more so than normal), and he didn’t seem to notice John sneak up behind him which was quite rare.
He looked over Sherlock’s shoulder. “Find anything interesting yet?” He said into his ear. Sherlock nodded his head slightly, engrossed in what he was doing. “That’s good.” He then whispered sending a breath of warm air into Sherlock’s ear. John could see him suppress a shiver and John knew his plan was working brilliantly.
John continued to smile and walked over to the fridge and grabbed the milk. And, in an act of pure stupidity, opened the cap and drank right out of the carton, something that he would never do normally but he was feeling quite proud of himself at that point and did it anyway. It was a mistake. “There are live cultures in there.” Three seconds later there was a splatter of milk across the wall.
Phase Two of Operation GSS: Hints?
It was a day after the milk incident. He didn’t write it up in his blog, he just wanted to get past the incident and go onto Phase Two.
Sherlock got home after an involuntary lunch with Mycroft, and during that time John had planted little clues around the flat that lead to the bedroom of course, there John would be waiting. It should be noted that he was wearing next to nothing at this point. He didn’t think that it would take very long for the detective to figure it out after he heard Sherlock walk into the flat. So he waited.
Waited.
Waited.
Waited.
And waited.
It was almost an hour later (he was surprised he waited that long) before John walked down the stairs. Sherlock looked up from John’s laptop, “Ah, John, you seem to have left the flat a mess, don’t worry though, I cleaned it up for you.” John looked in the wastebasket, there he found all of his little ‘hints’ he left around the flat. He was getting frustrated now, in more than one way of course. Onto Phase Three, it was his last hope.
Phase Three of Operation GSS: Grope Attack
He had been doing it all week. Well, trying to anyway. John was getting more…touchy with Sherlock: the pats on the shoulder, brushing by Sherlock randomly, and little things like that. Sherlock was none the wiser at his advances. Or so he thought.
It had seemed that Operation Get Some Sex was going to fail, and fail miserably at that, until it happened. One day after John had decided to scrap the entire idea; Sherlock walked up to him, grabbed his shoulders, and kissed him hard. He kissed back of course; he had been waiting for this moment his entire life, well at least for as long as he first set eyes on Sherlock Holmes. Approximately three point two five months, as Sherlock would later recall.
Sherlock finally pulled back, “My dear John, you mustn’t be so outright in your advances.” He smiled one of his classic Sherlock smiles and walked away. “Come now John, I won’t be waiting in the bedroom for long.” He said off handedly as he walked up the stairs. John smiled and followed him.