Sherlock and John are kidnapped... [Repost Remixed]auburn_whelanJanuary 18 2012, 05:36:39 UTC
...and held in an inescapable prison with death awaiting them come morning. Sherlock deduces that John is craving a wank before he dies and confronts him with it. John at first denies it, but can't get past Sherlock's logic, and eventually admits it. Sherlock tells him to go ahead and turns around to give him privacy, but finds himself being irrevocably turned on by the sounds John can’t quite repress. John, likewise, is very turned on by Sherlock being in the same room. They wind up fucking desperately.
Fill: Freedom, part 1/?auburn_whelanMarch 19 2012, 00:56:26 UTC
To begin with, Sherlock had behaved like a human hurricane; whirling around the room, his coat flapping audibly behind him like a dark cape. John had stood in the centre of the dark room as the detective swirled to and fro, checking every nook and cranny of their pitch-black prison for any chance of an escape route. Distractedly, he wondered if Sherlock was blessed with the same senses as the bat he always resembled as he flapped about - how else was he managing to brush so close to him without once knocking him with as much as a stray elbow
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Re: Fill: Freedom, part 2/?auburn_whelanMarch 19 2012, 00:58:03 UTC
“Chlorine, at a guess,” replied Sherlock. “Wilson will have plenty, and easy access to it - no one would question the owner of a gym with a pool if he were found in possession of that particular chemical
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Re: Fill: Freedom, part 4/?auburn_whelanMarch 19 2012, 01:15:30 UTC
“Sod that,” snapped John. He wrenched round, turning his back on the detective, and they each seethed in silence for a while. Until John replayed Sherlock’s words in his head. ‘You’re very interesting to me.’ What had he meant by that? The doctor recalled the hot pressure of Sherlock’s hands catching him - so aware of him, always. But Sherlock was like that with everyone. Wasn’t he
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Re: Fill: Freedom, part 5/?auburn_whelanMarch 19 2012, 18:45:01 UTC
The frantic kiss took John by surprise, and he scrambled to find purchase on the slippery tiles as the other man pressed against him. Sherlock seemed to realise his difficulty as he moved himself round so as to steady John, warm hands supporting his ribcage and chest. John gasped slightly at the feel of those gentle palms touching his bare skin, simultaneously inhaling the woody smell of Sherlock’s shampoo as the detective broke away briefly
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Re: Fill: Freedom, part 6/?auburn_whelanMarch 25 2012, 00:30:08 UTC
Sherlock removed his hand from the doctor’s cock and was electrified to hear John whine, actually whine, with longing. Quickly, he coaxed John to lift his hips, slipping off his boxers. Hurriedly he replaced his hand with his tongue, laving the head of John’s cock before gently licking down the shaft. He sucked with increasing pressure as he gradually moved back up to the slit at the tip, going so slowly John could almost track his progression molecule by molecule, atom by atom
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Re: Fill: Freedom, part 7/?auburn_whelanMarch 25 2012, 00:35:16 UTC
After enjoying the caress for a few moments, Sherlock spoke, almost groaning out the words. “It isn’t just for the purpose of deduction that I want to be able to see you, John
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Re: Fill: Freedom, part 8/?auburn_whelanMarch 25 2012, 00:40:20 UTC
“Sherlock - Sherlock - oh God, I’m coming, I’m coming!” John felt his ecstasy peak and blossom, twining his legs through Sherlock’s, jerking with white-hot pleasure. He felt, rather than heard, Sherlock’s bellow as he was tipped over the edge too, feeling the spurts of come spray over their stomachs, mingling in their passionate embrace
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Re: Fill: Freedom, part 8/?auburn_whelanMarch 25 2012, 04:27:22 UTC
Oh gracious! I... I can't really breathe properly at the moment, let alone formulate decent words to describe what your fic's doing to me... All I can say is, who am I to stand in the way of captcha?
Re: Fill: Freedom, part 9/?jg5799March 31 2012, 22:25:14 UTC
John was woken an indeterminate amount of time later by Sherlock shuddering beside him. He barely had time to wonder blearily where they were before the cold hit him. The temperature of the room had dropped noticeably - perhaps it was night outside. The tiles were icy around them, sending fingers of frigid pain into John’s exposed skin
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