i got that tunnel vision for you [closed thread]
Continuation from here.
With luciendasky
R/NC-17
It had been a little over a week since Harriet had called John from the bar, slurred tones asking him to come and help her home, even though her flat was only a block away. He had headed out almost instantly, frustration and anger etched in every line of his body as he'd stepped out of the cab and into the bar. His sister had been absolutely mortal, and it had taken a great long while to help her up to her flat, his arm slung around her waist. He had returned to the bar shortly after, in desperate need of a drink himself. The night had significantly improved after that.
Lucien had been on his mind ever since, day and night, those mischievous eyes and that easy smile filling up every quiet thought John had. It had been a busy week, two cases with Sherlock and a seemingly endless line of patient appointments in the clinic. He was there now, shutting off the computer for the day and sitting back in his chair with a glance at the clock. Seven. Really? Christ. He rubbed the back of his neck a moment, feeling the tension there. Homewards, then? No; Sherlock was up somewhere in Belfast, retrieving... God knows what for one of his experiments, and wouldn't be back by tomorrow evening. The flat would be empty. Quiet. Boring. John would end up watching crap telly and eating leftovers. No, that wouldn't do at all. He looked over at his mobile, exhaling slowly. Maybe now...?
He'd been debating whether to give Lucien a call for two days now, finally having the time to consider such a thing. He wanted to see the other man again, that much was clear to him. Considering he'd been the object of attention in more than one wank session this past week... Christ, just thinking about it now made John feel a little hot under the collar. More than that, though, John rather missed the easy company of the other man. Which made him feel more nervous than anything else. Sex was one thing, but feelings...
Shaking it off, he went into his contact list and found Lucien, quickly hitting the button of the green phone before he could change his mind. His heart was pounding in his chest already. He could have texted him, but John was far too slow, and this felt more... personal.
"Lucien? Yeah, hi, it's... It's John. From the other night?"
Christ, he hadn't even considered that bit; what if Lucien never expected him to call? What if he didn't remember him? Shit, what if he thought he was another John? It was a common enough name. Shit fuck shit.
With luciendasky
R/NC-17
It had been a little over a week since Harriet had called John from the bar, slurred tones asking him to come and help her home, even though her flat was only a block away. He had headed out almost instantly, frustration and anger etched in every line of his body as he'd stepped out of the cab and into the bar. His sister had been absolutely mortal, and it had taken a great long while to help her up to her flat, his arm slung around her waist. He had returned to the bar shortly after, in desperate need of a drink himself. The night had significantly improved after that.
Lucien had been on his mind ever since, day and night, those mischievous eyes and that easy smile filling up every quiet thought John had. It had been a busy week, two cases with Sherlock and a seemingly endless line of patient appointments in the clinic. He was there now, shutting off the computer for the day and sitting back in his chair with a glance at the clock. Seven. Really? Christ. He rubbed the back of his neck a moment, feeling the tension there. Homewards, then? No; Sherlock was up somewhere in Belfast, retrieving... God knows what for one of his experiments, and wouldn't be back by tomorrow evening. The flat would be empty. Quiet. Boring. John would end up watching crap telly and eating leftovers. No, that wouldn't do at all. He looked over at his mobile, exhaling slowly. Maybe now...?
He'd been debating whether to give Lucien a call for two days now, finally having the time to consider such a thing. He wanted to see the other man again, that much was clear to him. Considering he'd been the object of attention in more than one wank session this past week... Christ, just thinking about it now made John feel a little hot under the collar. More than that, though, John rather missed the easy company of the other man. Which made him feel more nervous than anything else. Sex was one thing, but feelings...
Shaking it off, he went into his contact list and found Lucien, quickly hitting the button of the green phone before he could change his mind. His heart was pounding in his chest already. He could have texted him, but John was far too slow, and this felt more... personal.
"Lucien? Yeah, hi, it's... It's John. From the other night?"
Christ, he hadn't even considered that bit; what if Lucien never expected him to call? What if he didn't remember him? Shit, what if he thought he was another John? It was a common enough name. Shit fuck shit.