Of Promises and Packages (Sherlock Holmes fic)
Title: Of Promises and Packages
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 796
Disclaimer: Sherlock Holmes isn't mine, etc.
Summary:Holmes/Watson. Holmes has grass stains on his knees / Holmes is a man of his word. Reposted from kink!meme (originally posted Here)
...Of Promises and Packages...
Holmes and Watson are waiting.
Specifically, Holmes and Watson are waiting in a park at night for a man to come and collect the mysterious package.
More specifically, Holmes and Watson have been waiting in the park for almost three hours now.
Watson, to put it lightly, is not happy.
Yes, he loves Holmes. Yes, he generally enjoys going off on adventures and solving crimes with Holmes. Yes, he is a most willing companion (most willing, the books do not detail the half of how incredibly willing he can be) but really, when Holmes swears that they’ll pop off to the park for twenty minutes and be back in time for dinner and a luxurious bath and the plentiful sex that Holmes has been detailing in Watson’s ear for the entire day, leaving him on edge at the most inopportune times (“Hello, Mrs. Hudson!”), this is entirely unacceptable.
“This is entirely unacceptable,” Watson says.
Holmes shushes him.
“Holmes!” Watson hisses.
Holmes glances at him. They’re both leaning against the same tree, keeping both their sets of eyes on the mysterious package. But Watson is cold. And unhappy. And really-
“Really?” Holmes asks, a put-upon sigh, as if Watson were somehow inconveniencing him.
“Just once,” Watson growls, “Just once, I’d appreciate it if you actually followed through with your promises.”
For Watson, this is simply the start of a lecture that’s been building for hours. Days, even. Holmes doesn’t seem to realize this, however, because he spares one last glance at where the mysterious package resides and then shrugs.
“I won’t have you saying I’m not a man of my word,” he says, and then manhandles Watson around so that his back is to the tree and he can still make out the package from the corner of his eye.
“Keep an eye on it, won’t you?” Holmes asks, voice husky as he leans into Watson and cocks an eyebrow.
And then he drops to his knees.
“Holmes!” Watson hisses, and Holmes simply shoots him an amused grin as he makes short work of Watson’s pants, sliding a hand in and pulling out his cock.
“Holmes!” Watson whispers, outraged, and then Holmes slides his warm mouth around his cock and Watson immediately falls silent except for a strangled sound deep in his throat. His hands move helplessly until he grabs onto the tree behind him, as Holmes’ tongue slides along the bottom of his cock and Holmes’ sucks in lightly, making Watson whimper delicately.
Holmes’ tightens his lips and slides his mouth slowly off of Watson’s cock. “The package, dear,” he reminds Watson, and Watson wants to swear but doesn’t trust himself to not dissolve into moaning, so instead he turns his face deliberately towards the package, digging his fingers into the bark as Holmes once more slides his mouth around Watson, taking him as far down as he can, his tongue swirling around his length.
Holmes slides his hand into Watson’s trousers and rolls his balls lightly together before increasing the suction on Watson’s cock, tilting his head slightly to the side and then pulling back before pressing forward, this time taking the tip further into his throat, concentrating on suppressing his gag reflex.
“Holmes,” Watson gasps out, feeling Holmes run his fingernails lightly over Watson’s balls.
Holmes lifts his eyebrows dramatically and Watson winces, turning back to keep an eye on the package. This time he swallows Watson to his hilt, and Watson’s hips buck up, his fingernails flaking off small pieces of bark, but Watson is determined, now, and lifts a hand to bite on and stifle the noises he wants to make, forcing himself to look at the package.
Holmes drops kisses along his length, swirls his tongue on the head of his cock and then swallows him down, one firm hand keeping Watson’s hips in check as the other plays with his balls, slowly increasing the pace until Watson feels as if he’ll bite through his knuckles from trying to stay silent.
Finally, Holmes rubs a finger hard along the skin just behind Watson’s balls while simultaneously increasing suction and sliding his tongue along the bottom of his cock, and Watson makes a choked sound and waves his free hand dramatically.
Holmes just smirks around Watson’s cock, staying where he is and swallowing it all down until Watson is soft. Finally he pulls back and gently tucks Watson back into his trousers before standing back up and brushing his pants off. He pauses halfway through the motion.
“My trousers are covered in grass stains,” he says with no little dismay, “Mrs. Hudson will have a fit.”
Watson, torn between making out enthusiastically and decking him, starts to shake his head and then freezes.
“Holmes!” he says. “Someone’s come for the package!”
...Finis...
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 796
Disclaimer: Sherlock Holmes isn't mine, etc.
Summary:Holmes/Watson. Holmes has grass stains on his knees / Holmes is a man of his word. Reposted from kink!meme (originally posted Here)
...Of Promises and Packages...
Holmes and Watson are waiting.
Specifically, Holmes and Watson are waiting in a park at night for a man to come and collect the mysterious package.
More specifically, Holmes and Watson have been waiting in the park for almost three hours now.
Watson, to put it lightly, is not happy.
Yes, he loves Holmes. Yes, he generally enjoys going off on adventures and solving crimes with Holmes. Yes, he is a most willing companion (most willing, the books do not detail the half of how incredibly willing he can be) but really, when Holmes swears that they’ll pop off to the park for twenty minutes and be back in time for dinner and a luxurious bath and the plentiful sex that Holmes has been detailing in Watson’s ear for the entire day, leaving him on edge at the most inopportune times (“Hello, Mrs. Hudson!”), this is entirely unacceptable.
“This is entirely unacceptable,” Watson says.
Holmes shushes him.
“Holmes!” Watson hisses.
Holmes glances at him. They’re both leaning against the same tree, keeping both their sets of eyes on the mysterious package. But Watson is cold. And unhappy. And really-
“Really?” Holmes asks, a put-upon sigh, as if Watson were somehow inconveniencing him.
“Just once,” Watson growls, “Just once, I’d appreciate it if you actually followed through with your promises.”
For Watson, this is simply the start of a lecture that’s been building for hours. Days, even. Holmes doesn’t seem to realize this, however, because he spares one last glance at where the mysterious package resides and then shrugs.
“I won’t have you saying I’m not a man of my word,” he says, and then manhandles Watson around so that his back is to the tree and he can still make out the package from the corner of his eye.
“Keep an eye on it, won’t you?” Holmes asks, voice husky as he leans into Watson and cocks an eyebrow.
And then he drops to his knees.
“Holmes!” Watson hisses, and Holmes simply shoots him an amused grin as he makes short work of Watson’s pants, sliding a hand in and pulling out his cock.
“Holmes!” Watson whispers, outraged, and then Holmes slides his warm mouth around his cock and Watson immediately falls silent except for a strangled sound deep in his throat. His hands move helplessly until he grabs onto the tree behind him, as Holmes’ tongue slides along the bottom of his cock and Holmes’ sucks in lightly, making Watson whimper delicately.
Holmes’ tightens his lips and slides his mouth slowly off of Watson’s cock. “The package, dear,” he reminds Watson, and Watson wants to swear but doesn’t trust himself to not dissolve into moaning, so instead he turns his face deliberately towards the package, digging his fingers into the bark as Holmes once more slides his mouth around Watson, taking him as far down as he can, his tongue swirling around his length.
Holmes slides his hand into Watson’s trousers and rolls his balls lightly together before increasing the suction on Watson’s cock, tilting his head slightly to the side and then pulling back before pressing forward, this time taking the tip further into his throat, concentrating on suppressing his gag reflex.
“Holmes,” Watson gasps out, feeling Holmes run his fingernails lightly over Watson’s balls.
Holmes lifts his eyebrows dramatically and Watson winces, turning back to keep an eye on the package. This time he swallows Watson to his hilt, and Watson’s hips buck up, his fingernails flaking off small pieces of bark, but Watson is determined, now, and lifts a hand to bite on and stifle the noises he wants to make, forcing himself to look at the package.
Holmes drops kisses along his length, swirls his tongue on the head of his cock and then swallows him down, one firm hand keeping Watson’s hips in check as the other plays with his balls, slowly increasing the pace until Watson feels as if he’ll bite through his knuckles from trying to stay silent.
Finally, Holmes rubs a finger hard along the skin just behind Watson’s balls while simultaneously increasing suction and sliding his tongue along the bottom of his cock, and Watson makes a choked sound and waves his free hand dramatically.
Holmes just smirks around Watson’s cock, staying where he is and swallowing it all down until Watson is soft. Finally he pulls back and gently tucks Watson back into his trousers before standing back up and brushing his pants off. He pauses halfway through the motion.
“My trousers are covered in grass stains,” he says with no little dismay, “Mrs. Hudson will have a fit.”
Watson, torn between making out enthusiastically and decking him, starts to shake his head and then freezes.
“Holmes!” he says. “Someone’s come for the package!”
...Finis...