Fill: Once 1/3
anonymous
October 26 2010, 20:32:38 UTC
hope this is at least sort of what you are looking for. :)
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John peered at the chemical splatter on the wall near the kitchen window.
"Christ, Sherlock, it's eaten into the plaster."
"Mm," Sherlock said from his chair. He didn't look up from his laptop.
"I'm serious, there's a hole! It's smoking a bit."
"Probably steam."
John pressed his lips together. "That is not better."
"No, but it's more accurate."
"She's going to charge us, you know." He stomped out to stand in front of Sherlock's chair. "Your stunt with the wall and the spray paint and the gun cost nearly two hundred pounds."
"John."
"You're bloody lucky that blast happened before she saw the bullet holes. Or before anyone else saw the bullet holes. I don't know how you think these things you do are remotely okay, I really don't. Any sane person
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Fill: Once 2/3
anonymous
October 26 2010, 20:33:38 UTC
"Is it about sex, or is this sufficient?" Sherlock glanced down at him and took his fingers out, wiped them across John's cheek.
John's chest was heaving. The flush had spread down his neck. His cock was pressing painfully against the zip of his jeans.
"There's rules," John blurted out. It sounded so loud, so stupid. And he meant: negotiations, safe words, sane ways to do this, even though he'd never done those things with anyone before and it seemed entirely clear that Sherlock wasn't talking about anything so compartmentalized.
"Yes, there are rules. I make them," Sherlock said. "You follow them."
"What if I don't?"
"As I said: then I won't ask again."
"Sherlock." Every muscle felt wound like a steel spring, points of heat at knees, wrists, hips, neck. His throat was tight, and he'd never felt so abruptly desperate in his life. "You can't"I can do anything you let me do." Sherlock finally looked at him properly, full on, assessing and measuring and cool. "And that means I can do anything. You won't ever say no to me
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Fill: Once 3/3
anonymous
October 26 2010, 20:34:40 UTC
The corner of Sherlock's mouth twitched upward. "I was a bit worried about this. I saw it coming, of course, and I've no experience. I can see it will be far easier than I anticipated. Get yourself off. Any way you like. Providing you don't use your hands."
"What, how--"
"Toys if you have them, or you can rub off on the chair, the floor, my leg if you can manage to do it without bothering me too much."
John clenched his jaw and ducked his head. You can't do this, he wanted to say. How can you do this. I don't want this. But he plainly did, and Sherlock knew, was giving this to him like some peculiar, Sherlockian Christmas gift.
"Why?" John said, finally. "You're not even interested."
"I am interested in you, John. And I am doing this because you are mine. Now pick something to rub off on before I pick for you."
John couldn't pick. He was frozen, staring up at Sherlock, stunned by the blunt force of that statement.
Sherlock let out an irritated breath and tossed John a cushion. "That. Get your cock against that and fuck it till
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Re: Fill: Once 3/3dauntdrawsOctober 27 2010, 13:05:14 UTC
I always tell myself I'm not into something and then I read a fic that blows my mind with that something and suddenly. Love it. I've never read a sub!John story that I liked. I LOVE THIS.
Sherlock was stunningly IC, and John too, perfect characterizations in this situation. Thank you for posting it! I wish you would reveal yourself so I could read more of your work! :))
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John peered at the chemical splatter on the wall near the kitchen window.
"Christ, Sherlock, it's eaten into the plaster."
"Mm," Sherlock said from his chair. He didn't look up from his laptop.
"I'm serious, there's a hole! It's smoking a bit."
"Probably steam."
John pressed his lips together. "That is not better."
"No, but it's more accurate."
"She's going to charge us, you know." He stomped out to stand in front of Sherlock's chair. "Your stunt with the wall and the spray paint and the gun cost nearly two hundred pounds."
"John."
"You're bloody lucky that blast happened before she saw the bullet holes. Or before anyone else saw the bullet holes. I don't know how you think these things you do are remotely okay, I really don't. Any sane person ( ... )
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John's chest was heaving. The flush had spread down his neck. His cock was pressing painfully against the zip of his jeans.
"There's rules," John blurted out. It sounded so loud, so stupid. And he meant: negotiations, safe words, sane ways to do this, even though he'd never done those things with anyone before and it seemed entirely clear that Sherlock wasn't talking about anything so compartmentalized.
"Yes, there are rules. I make them," Sherlock said. "You follow them."
"What if I don't?"
"As I said: then I won't ask again."
"Sherlock." Every muscle felt wound like a steel spring, points of heat at knees, wrists, hips, neck. His throat was tight, and he'd never felt so abruptly desperate in his life. "You can't"I can do anything you let me do." Sherlock finally looked at him properly, full on, assessing and measuring and cool. "And that means I can do anything. You won't ever say no to me ( ... )
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"What, how--"
"Toys if you have them, or you can rub off on the chair, the floor, my leg if you can manage to do it without bothering me too much."
John clenched his jaw and ducked his head. You can't do this, he wanted to say. How can you do this. I don't want this. But he plainly did, and Sherlock knew, was giving this to him like some peculiar, Sherlockian Christmas gift.
"Why?" John said, finally. "You're not even interested."
"I am interested in you, John. And I am doing this because you are mine. Now pick something to rub off on before I pick for you."
John couldn't pick. He was frozen, staring up at Sherlock, stunned by the blunt force of that statement.
Sherlock let out an irritated breath and tossed John a cushion. "That. Get your cock against that and fuck it till ( ... )
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... I can't think of anything to say. hnnnng and similar noises will have to do, I'm afraid.
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THANK YOU SO MUCH, ANON. I WUB J00. <3
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That was incredible.
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Sherlock was stunningly IC, and John too, perfect characterizations in this situation. Thank you for posting it! I wish you would reveal yourself so I could read more of your work! :))
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That is not even my kink, any of it, AND YET.
BRB, have to change my underwear.
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I love the ending, and the affection implied by Sherlock's playing with John's hair.
Wouldn't mind seeing many sequels to this...
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Oh lord this is incredible. In-character, hot, and I just... will be a bit "busy" now...
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