Doc, you make a boy want to fall ill. 1/?
anonymous
June 21 2011, 04:31:59 UTC
Blood was nothing new to John. He had seen lots of the red substance, too much even, and was used to the coppery tang that filled the air when it was present. He was even used to the pinkish hue rolling down the drain during long showers in Afghanistan. What he wasn’t used to was Lestrade. Or rather, the Lestrade standing in the open door, a bloodied cloth held to the left side of his head.
“Jesus Christ-” the air rushed out of John as he stood abruptly, knocking the mug of tea perched on the armrest to the carpet with a muffled thud.
“That bad?”
“Bloody awful.”
In a failed attempt to hide his pain, Lestrade smirked at John as the shorter man rushed over, ushering him to the couch before disappearing into the kitchen.
“Where’s Sherlock?” Lestrade hissed, pulling the cloth away from the sticky mess of hair, flicking his wrist pitifully to get the stray droplets of blood off before folding the dirtied cloth and placing it on the table.
“Out-won’t be back for a couple of hours,” the doctor huffed into the living room, sitting himself
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Doc, you make a boy want to fall ill. 2/3.5
anonymous
June 21 2011, 04:37:14 UTC
Possible trigger warning: Needles are mentioned, if that makes you queasy, please just skip to the last two paragraphs (: -x
Lestrade was about to growl at John when he removed his finger, reaching over Lestrade for the needle which he couldn’t help by eye suspiciously.
“Come on, Geoff,” John sighed, noticing the dirty look the D.I. was giving the needle, “why would I use the same needle twice; much less use a needle Sherlock used to shoot up with cocaine. Have at least a littllee faith in me.” the mock condescending tone was obvious.
“Shove it.” Geoff smiled up at John who returned the smile easily.
“This is going to hurt like fuck, Geoff…”
Slowly Lestrade ran his hand up John’s leg, resting it on his thigh.
“Just do it.” He breathed, biting his lip in anticipation, rubbing small circles with his thumb
( ... )
Doc, you make a boy want to fall ill. 3/3.5
anonymous
June 21 2011, 04:40:42 UTC
“I can think of a few things,” he breathed, running his left hand through the undamaged side of Lestrade’s hair.
“Well,” he rubbed circles with his palm over John’s clothed prick, “here’s what I think…” Slowly, Geoff unbuttoned John’s trousers, slipping them off (with a little help from John), letting them fall at the ankles. Leaning forward, Lestrade blew hot air on John’s cock, which twitched slightly in response. John hummed, watching Geoff intently as the man continued to breathe on his member. Biting his lip, Lestrade locked eyes with John before slowly licking the length of John’s half hard cock through his pants. His hips jerked on their own accord, his chest heaving. Tantalizingly slowly, Lestrade freed his lover’s cock, who hissed at the temperature change against his prick. Geoff gave a low, sensual laugh before grabbing John’s shaft, “Here, let me fix that,” he breathed, wrapping his perfect lips around the head of John’s cock. He toyed with it, alternating between swirling his tongue luxuriously around it and sucking
( ... )
Re: Doc, you make a boy want to fall ill. 3/3.5
anonymous
June 21 2011, 04:43:43 UTC
“Fucking- Christ, I’m gunna come soon. Ohgod, I’m gunna come.” His voice was deep, sensual. Geoff pumped John’s cock with a greedy speed, watching as John writhed and panted under his touch. A growl gave way to a sharp moan as he hit the peak, tightening his grip on Lestrade and forcing him down on his cock as he came with shuddering gasps of ‘Geoff’.
“Christ,” Lestrade murmured after swallowing, “I think I may need stiches from the hair you just pulled out.” he remarked, rubbing his scalp.
“S-Sorry,” John gasped, steadying his breathing, “Semen isn’t good for stitches.”
“And you would know this how?” Geoff quipped, arching his eyebrow in an amused fashion.
Bending low to crash their lips together, John whispered, “Trust me. I’m a doctor.”
A/N: And so pops my Lestrade/John, guy on guy, blowjob scene cherry! I have never ever written anything like this. Gah! I thought I'd try it out, test the waters a bit. Let me know what you think (: -x
Re: Doc, you make a boy want to fall ill. 3/3.5
anonymous
June 22 2011, 07:36:04 UTC
blushblushgushblush.
Second Auth!Anon here: glad you liked it! (: Merci for all the possitive feedback, it makes me feel all warm and cuddly.
John would be proud of you for not getting anaesthic! I just thought John would want to take extra care of Lestrade, so that's why I had him use it (: It's bloody painful, though. At least it was the two times I've had to get stitches.(Both times I ran into a wall. Skills, I have them.)
I've always considered myself to be a S/J shipper for life, but I may be bording the L/J ship sporadically, now. But honestly, I'm glad you liked it. Remember not to itch the wound- and no matter what they say, don't cut your stitches. Get a professional to do it (I have scars from the when my mother took mine out. woot.)
“Jesus Christ-” the air rushed out of John as he stood abruptly, knocking the mug of tea perched on the armrest to the carpet with a muffled thud.
“That bad?”
“Bloody awful.”
In a failed attempt to hide his pain, Lestrade smirked at John as the shorter man rushed over, ushering him to the couch before disappearing into the kitchen.
“Where’s Sherlock?” Lestrade hissed, pulling the cloth away from the sticky mess of hair, flicking his wrist pitifully to get the stray droplets of blood off before folding the dirtied cloth and placing it on the table.
“Out-won’t be back for a couple of hours,” the doctor huffed into the living room, sitting himself ( ... )
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Lestrade was about to growl at John when he removed his finger, reaching over Lestrade for the needle which he couldn’t help by eye suspiciously.
“Come on, Geoff,” John sighed, noticing the dirty look the D.I. was giving the needle, “why would I use the same needle twice; much less use a needle Sherlock used to shoot up with cocaine. Have at least a littllee faith in me.” the mock condescending tone was obvious.
“Shove it.” Geoff smiled up at John who returned the smile easily.
“This is going to hurt like fuck, Geoff…”
Slowly Lestrade ran his hand up John’s leg, resting it on his thigh.
“Just do it.” He breathed, biting his lip in anticipation, rubbing small circles with his thumb ( ... )
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“I can think of a few things,” he breathed, running his left hand through the undamaged side of Lestrade’s hair.
“Well,” he rubbed circles with his palm over John’s clothed prick, “here’s what I think…” Slowly, Geoff unbuttoned John’s trousers, slipping them off (with a little help from John), letting them fall at the ankles. Leaning forward, Lestrade blew hot air on John’s cock, which twitched slightly in response. John hummed, watching Geoff intently as the man continued to breathe on his member. Biting his lip, Lestrade locked eyes with John before slowly licking the length of John’s half hard cock through his pants. His hips jerked on their own accord, his chest heaving. Tantalizingly slowly, Lestrade freed his lover’s cock, who hissed at the temperature change against his prick. Geoff gave a low, sensual laugh before grabbing John’s shaft, “Here, let me fix that,” he breathed, wrapping his perfect lips around the head of John’s cock. He toyed with it, alternating between swirling his tongue luxuriously around it and sucking ( ... )
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“Fucking- Christ, I’m gunna come soon. Ohgod, I’m gunna come.” His voice was deep, sensual. Geoff pumped John’s cock with a greedy speed, watching as John writhed and panted under his touch. A growl gave way to a sharp moan as he hit the peak, tightening his grip on Lestrade and forcing him down on his cock as he came with shuddering gasps of ‘Geoff’.
“Christ,” Lestrade murmured after swallowing, “I think I may need stiches from the hair you just pulled out.” he remarked, rubbing his scalp.
“S-Sorry,” John gasped, steadying his breathing, “Semen isn’t good for stitches.”
“And you would know this how?” Geoff quipped, arching his eyebrow in an amused fashion.
Bending low to crash their lips together, John whispered, “Trust me. I’m a doctor.”
A/N: And so pops my Lestrade/John, guy on guy, blowjob scene cherry! I have never ever written anything like this. Gah! I thought I'd try it out, test the waters a bit. Let me know what you think (: -x
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Oh, yum. That was lovely - tender and caring and wonderfully hot :-)
I do love me some J/L lovin' *sigh*
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Thank you!!! Thank you so much. That was completely delightful.
Lovely, sweet, hot, J/L is exactly what the doctor ordered!
I hope now you've tried it out you will continue writing hot J/L porntastic prose :)
And I utterly love your title - sounds just like something Lestrade would say!
And you made me feel like a brave little soldier, cos I didn't even have aneasthetic for one of my stitches, and none of it really hurt much!
(Mycroft says 'Seems right' - I think he means it only seems right you should now continue to write J/L!)
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Second Auth!Anon here: glad you liked it! (: Merci for all the possitive feedback, it makes me feel all warm and cuddly.
John would be proud of you for not getting anaesthic! I just thought John would want to take extra care of Lestrade, so that's why I had him use it (:
It's bloody painful, though. At least it was the two times I've had to get stitches.(Both times I ran into a wall. Skills, I have them.)
I've always considered myself to be a S/J shipper for life, but I may be bording the L/J ship sporadically, now.
But honestly, I'm glad you liked it.
Remember not to itch the wound- and no matter what they say, don't cut your stitches. Get a professional to do it (I have scars from the when my mother took mine out. woot.)
-x
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