Fill - part 1/?
anonymous
October 23 2010, 20:50:21 UTC
It took a long time for Sherlock to notice ‘It’, inexcusably long for someone who called himself a detective (not that he’d ever admit that to Scotland Yard or, perish the thought, to Mycroft). However, in his defence, John went to very great lengths to conceal ‘It’.
‘It’ (and the capital letter was entirely deserved) started with John being absent for several nights each month. At first, Sherlock attributed John’s abrupt exits to their frequent arguments about kitchen space and then (later on, when John had bought him a second, smaller fridge for his body parts as an ‘unbirthday present’, whatever that might mean) to John’s tentative relationship with Sarah.
Said relationship eventually fizzled out, due in a large part to the growing attraction between Sherlock and John, and when Sherlock kissed John (and tumbled him into bed a scant fifteen minutes later) Sherlock had assumed that John’s absences would stop and that he would now be sleeping every night in Sherlock’s bed, where he belonged
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Fill - part 9/17
anonymous
October 27 2010, 20:12:40 UTC
When John’s tongue first touched the entrance to his body, Sherlock jumped and tried to bring his legs down but John still had a warning hand on the back of one thigh and his grip tightened as Sherlock squirmed. They’d never done this before, although Sherlock was of course aware that it was something people sometimes found arousing, and he felt uncomfortably open and exposed as John spread his buttocks and pushed his tongue between them
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Fill - part 10/17
anonymous
October 27 2010, 20:15:53 UTC
In reply, John buried his face in Sherlock’s neck, sucking and biting at him, sucking hard, and Sherlock grunted as the slight pain backed him down from the edge of orgasm.
‘Mine,’ John growled low in his ear, nipping at Sherlock’s earlobe, ‘mine…’
‘Yes, yours,’ agreed Sherlock, straining against John’s hold, twisting his wrists helplessly and trying to get a hand free to touch John’s cock that he could feel rubbing hard and damp against his stomach, wanting to make John come. But John only gripped harder (Sherlock grunted as he felt the bones of his wrist grinding together) and sped up until he was panting, almost snarling, ‘Yes, yes, God, mine’ and Sherlock felt a sudden hot wetness on his stomach. Almost insane with desire, Sherlock shoved upwards with his hips, fucking John hard and feeling him spasm around him, wanting to come, needing to come right this minuteHis orgasm tore through him, flaying him open with pleasure and making him cry out, and his hands clenched on empty air, twisting fruitlessly as he sought something to
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Fill - part 11/17
anonymous
October 27 2010, 20:17:34 UTC
John teased him and finger-fucked him for what felt like long minutes, and when Sherlock was sobbing with pleasure and reduced to groaning ’Please’ (when he could get his voice under control at all), John slid up his body to settle his weight on Sherlock, pressing kisses into the nape of his neck. Arching his back, Sherlock felt John’s erection sliding hard between his buttocks, and a second later one of John’s hands gripped his erection and Sherlock felt John pushing into him, slowly but insistently stretching him open
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Fill - part 12/17
anonymous
October 27 2010, 20:19:41 UTC
When he opened his eyes, it was to see John watching him intently before moving in purposefully, but it was for a kiss that was infinitely gentler than anything that had gone on previously. John’s mouth moved softly against his own and Sherlock slid closer, nudging a thigh between John’s and sliding an arm around his waist. His thigh brushed against John’s cock and Sherlock’s eyebrows climbed towards his hairline as he found that good God, John was already half-hard againBut this time John wasn’t pushing Sherlock’s hand down towards his groin, or muttering filthy commands against Sherlock’s mouth. Instead he was lying pliant against Sherlock, smoothing his hand down Sherlock’s back, and when Sherlock brushed his fingers along the length of John’s cock, John made a soft, helpless noise in the back of his throat
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Fill - part 13/17
anonymous
October 27 2010, 20:21:01 UTC
The next morning, Sherlock was jolted to awareness by a loud clatter. He dragged open sleep-heavy eyes to see John, jumper sleeves pulled down over his hands, trying and failing to manipulate the silver cigarette case that had been lying forgotten on the desktop.
John swore under his breath and, when Sherlock flung out a hand and mumbled groggily, ‘Hang on a minute,’ John snarled at him.
‘Give me the fucking key, Sherlock. Now.As Sherlock leaned out of bed and stretched out a long arm for the case, John averted his eyes, looking unhappy. Snapping open the case Sherlock hesitated, eyeing John, and John spoke again. ‘Don’t worry, I’m not going to make a break for it. But unless you want me to take a piss in big glass flask over there and mess up your experiment, you need to give me the key
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Fill - part 14/17
anonymous
October 27 2010, 20:22:05 UTC
There were a series of small bruises on his hips that perfectly matched the spread of John’s fingers, and when he shook the sleeves of his dressing gown back and examined himself, he found that the vague soreness in his wrists and forearms was manifesting itself as a dark bloom of bruises around his wrists and smaller ones up his forearms.
Deliberately casual, Sherlock shrugged. ‘I’ve got a polo neck I can wear.’
But John didn’t laugh. John leaned away from Sherlock’s hand on his shoulder as though it was a red-hot brand, and asked softly, ‘How can you be so casual about it? Look what I did to you. I’m so sorry. My God, I’m a monster-’
‘Oh hush,’ Sherlock said impatiently. ‘For God’s sake, don’t start apologising, or we’ll be here all day.’
‘But I am sorry. I shouldn’t have stayed.’
‘I made you stay. And anyway, you did nothing to me last night that I didn’t want
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Fill - part 15/17
anonymous
October 27 2010, 20:23:53 UTC
They sat like that for a long time. Sherlock’s fingers stroked through John’s dishevelled hair and John’s arms tightened around his waist, holding him firmly in his lap. The sore muscles in Sherlock’s thighs were protesting loudly at the awkward position and his toes were getting cold against the bathroom tiles, but he didn’t suggest moving
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Fill - part 16/17
anonymous
October 27 2010, 20:25:16 UTC
‘Doesn’t matter if it’s abandoned,’ John gritted out. ‘I’m not actually forbidden to come here but it just feels…wrong. I need to leave. Now.Instantly Sherlock said, ‘Of course’ and whirled around. ‘Lestrade, you’ve got the information, and also my number. I’d start by talking to the dead man’s family - he was a large, muscular man and yet he was killed without a struggle, indicating it was someone he trusted. John and I are leaving
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Fill - part 17/17
anonymous
October 27 2010, 20:29:26 UTC
As John perused the menu in a Chinese restaurant (John liked it when they shared food, Sherlock imagined that the sociable, ‘pack’ nature of the act reassured him on some subconscious level), John murmured, ‘I do wish you wouldn’t say things like that. It’s not subtle
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Re: Fill - part 17/17azure_horizonOctober 28 2010, 00:53:06 UTC
so much hot. Yes, I do love this. John's reactions... Sherlock not over-reacting to John's reactions and actually trying to help him... A very mature Sherlock who is in touch with his emotioms is brilliant. Thank you for the glorious read!
Re: Fill - part 17/17one_windigaOctober 28 2010, 01:03:22 UTC
AMAZING. AMAZING AMAZINGNESS THAT AMAZES ME. Amusing, touching, believable, and so very sexy. The part that just slays me is when Sherlock promises to keep the knife. Oh, John...
‘It’ (and the capital letter was entirely deserved) started with John being absent for several nights each month. At first, Sherlock attributed John’s abrupt exits to their frequent arguments about kitchen space and then (later on, when John had bought him a second, smaller fridge for his body parts as an ‘unbirthday present’, whatever that might mean) to John’s tentative relationship with Sarah.
Said relationship eventually fizzled out, due in a large part to the growing attraction between Sherlock and John, and when Sherlock kissed John (and tumbled him into bed a scant fifteen minutes later) Sherlock had assumed that John’s absences would stop and that he would now be sleeping every night in Sherlock’s bed, where he belonged ( ... )
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‘Mine,’ John growled low in his ear, nipping at Sherlock’s earlobe, ‘mine…’
‘Yes, yours,’ agreed Sherlock, straining against John’s hold, twisting his wrists helplessly and trying to get a hand free to touch John’s cock that he could feel rubbing hard and damp against his stomach, wanting to make John come. But John only gripped harder (Sherlock grunted as he felt the bones of his wrist grinding together) and sped up until he was panting, almost snarling, ‘Yes, yes, God, mine’ and Sherlock felt a sudden hot wetness on his stomach. Almost insane with desire, Sherlock shoved upwards with his hips, fucking John hard and feeling him spasm around him, wanting to come, needing to come right this minuteHis orgasm tore through him, flaying him open with pleasure and making him cry out, and his hands clenched on empty air, twisting fruitlessly as he sought something to ( ... )
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John swore under his breath and, when Sherlock flung out a hand and mumbled groggily, ‘Hang on a minute,’ John snarled at him.
‘Give me the fucking key, Sherlock. Now.As Sherlock leaned out of bed and stretched out a long arm for the case, John averted his eyes, looking unhappy. Snapping open the case Sherlock hesitated, eyeing John, and John spoke again. ‘Don’t worry, I’m not going to make a break for it. But unless you want me to take a piss in big glass flask over there and mess up your experiment, you need to give me the key ( ... )
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Deliberately casual, Sherlock shrugged. ‘I’ve got a polo neck I can wear.’
But John didn’t laugh. John leaned away from Sherlock’s hand on his shoulder as though it was a red-hot brand, and asked softly, ‘How can you be so casual about it? Look what I did to you. I’m so sorry. My God, I’m a monster-’
‘Oh hush,’ Sherlock said impatiently. ‘For God’s sake, don’t start apologising, or we’ll be here all day.’
‘But I am sorry. I shouldn’t have stayed.’
‘I made you stay. And anyway, you did nothing to me last night that I didn’t want ( ... )
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The sex is epic and awesome. Sherlock with bruises all over the next day - ngh!!!!!
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Yes, I do love this. John's reactions... Sherlock not over-reacting to John's reactions and actually trying to help him... A very mature Sherlock who is in touch with his emotioms is brilliant. Thank you for the glorious read!
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