FIc - Salute
Didn't I just fucking say I'd never write anything in the Sherlock fandom? I have no impulse control whatsoever.
Title: Salute
Rating: PG-13
Characters: Sherlock/John
Disclaimer: Sadly, neither of them are mine.
Wordcount: 221B
Summary: A surprising exchange.
Notes: Set during Hounds, spoilers for one tiny scene.
The salute was one thing. One tiny thing that Sherlock never thought would be so incredibly sexy. He wasn’t surprised when John had caught on quickly to Sherlock’s act of being a man in power, someone who commanded respect even in a place like this. But watching a man in uniform automatically raise his hand in respect just at the mention of John’s military rank…fascinating.
He didn’t know that his demand that the young man address him as “sir” had gotten John just as turned on, a feeling neither of them expected, with their histories of bucking authority as they were. Nevertheless, as soon as John had heard Sherlock correcting the young corporal, he was immediately half-hard in his pants.
And then there it was. The final piece that forced Sherlock to put extra effort into his poker face, something he’d never seen before and never imagined would create this feeling of almost uncontrollable lust (almost, obviously, as Sherlock did not recognize the possibility of losing control of himself when he wasn’t using drugs. Which he wasn’t. Right at that moment.).
“That’s an order, Corporal.” The words came from John’s mouth as naturally as “Thank you for the tea, Mrs. Hudson”. The words were enough, but watching the young man follow along without question was brilliant.
Title: Salute
Rating: PG-13
Characters: Sherlock/John
Disclaimer: Sadly, neither of them are mine.
Wordcount: 221B
Summary: A surprising exchange.
Notes: Set during Hounds, spoilers for one tiny scene.
The salute was one thing. One tiny thing that Sherlock never thought would be so incredibly sexy. He wasn’t surprised when John had caught on quickly to Sherlock’s act of being a man in power, someone who commanded respect even in a place like this. But watching a man in uniform automatically raise his hand in respect just at the mention of John’s military rank…fascinating.
He didn’t know that his demand that the young man address him as “sir” had gotten John just as turned on, a feeling neither of them expected, with their histories of bucking authority as they were. Nevertheless, as soon as John had heard Sherlock correcting the young corporal, he was immediately half-hard in his pants.
And then there it was. The final piece that forced Sherlock to put extra effort into his poker face, something he’d never seen before and never imagined would create this feeling of almost uncontrollable lust (almost, obviously, as Sherlock did not recognize the possibility of losing control of himself when he wasn’t using drugs. Which he wasn’t. Right at that moment.).
“That’s an order, Corporal.” The words came from John’s mouth as naturally as “Thank you for the tea, Mrs. Hudson”. The words were enough, but watching the young man follow along without question was brilliant.