Define That For Me
Title: Define That For Me
Pairing: Sherlock/John
Rating: PG-13 for non-explicit sexual themes.
Summary: Sherlock clears up what he means by "asexual."
"Do you even know what asexuality is?"
"It means you don't like anyone. Which, clearly, you do."
"Common mistake, but no."
The conversation had been awkward. It hadn't been long since Sherlock and John had gotten together, shared their first kiss. In a moment of passion, John had begun to undo Sherlock's shirt. Sherlock had pushed him away.
Now, John was sitting with his arms folded, waiting for Sherlock to rattle off some complicated definition, trying to ignore his throbbing need. It was difficult with annoyance and confusion also vying for his attention.
"Asexuality is when a person isn't interested in sex with someone else." Sherlock said, rubbing John's left shoulder soothingly. "It's no reflection on you. I'm physically attracted to you, but not sexually attracted to you."
"Aren't those kind of the same thing?" Even as the words left his mouth, John noted that his brain must only be working at about 70%. When in a conversation with Sherlock, it just made him dumb.
Sherlock didn't address it, though he did smile. "Not at all. I find you aesthetically appealing. I just have no desire to have any of you in any of me, or vice versa." He paused, cocking his head to the side. "Except, perhaps, your tongue in my mouth."
John couldn't help but smile and oblige. After a long while, he pulled away.
"So, no sex? Nothing at all?" He asked, breathless from kissing.
"Well, I can accommodate you if you need, but I can't promise that it would be anything spectacular. It's apparently helpful if both parties are divested in it completely, which I can't guarantee."
"And what about you?"
"I can take care of my body's needs. I suppose I could let you help. Same rules apply, though. Don't expect me to fantasize about you while I masturbate."
The image of Sherlock touching himself flashed through John's mind. Somehow, it never had before. "So, you do then? Masturbate, I mean."
Sherlock rolled his eyes slightly. "Of course. It's a primal bodily function. I'm not nerveless, John."
John nodded slowly, trying to take in how this relationship would be. Somehow, it didn't seem too bad.
And it was definitely not so bad with Sherlock gently fingering his neglected erection through his jeans.
Pairing: Sherlock/John
Rating: PG-13 for non-explicit sexual themes.
Summary: Sherlock clears up what he means by "asexual."
"Do you even know what asexuality is?"
"It means you don't like anyone. Which, clearly, you do."
"Common mistake, but no."
The conversation had been awkward. It hadn't been long since Sherlock and John had gotten together, shared their first kiss. In a moment of passion, John had begun to undo Sherlock's shirt. Sherlock had pushed him away.
Now, John was sitting with his arms folded, waiting for Sherlock to rattle off some complicated definition, trying to ignore his throbbing need. It was difficult with annoyance and confusion also vying for his attention.
"Asexuality is when a person isn't interested in sex with someone else." Sherlock said, rubbing John's left shoulder soothingly. "It's no reflection on you. I'm physically attracted to you, but not sexually attracted to you."
"Aren't those kind of the same thing?" Even as the words left his mouth, John noted that his brain must only be working at about 70%. When in a conversation with Sherlock, it just made him dumb.
Sherlock didn't address it, though he did smile. "Not at all. I find you aesthetically appealing. I just have no desire to have any of you in any of me, or vice versa." He paused, cocking his head to the side. "Except, perhaps, your tongue in my mouth."
John couldn't help but smile and oblige. After a long while, he pulled away.
"So, no sex? Nothing at all?" He asked, breathless from kissing.
"Well, I can accommodate you if you need, but I can't promise that it would be anything spectacular. It's apparently helpful if both parties are divested in it completely, which I can't guarantee."
"And what about you?"
"I can take care of my body's needs. I suppose I could let you help. Same rules apply, though. Don't expect me to fantasize about you while I masturbate."
The image of Sherlock touching himself flashed through John's mind. Somehow, it never had before. "So, you do then? Masturbate, I mean."
Sherlock rolled his eyes slightly. "Of course. It's a primal bodily function. I'm not nerveless, John."
John nodded slowly, trying to take in how this relationship would be. Somehow, it didn't seem too bad.
And it was definitely not so bad with Sherlock gently fingering his neglected erection through his jeans.