Jun 08, 2012 10:28
John/Sherlock
The head is cold and hard. It digs into the back of his mouth, making him glad, not for the first time, that he has such a terrible gag reflex.
The hand pushing it in is certain and steady. It knows just how hard and where to force the cool metal. It knows just how much this turns him on.
He can feel the bicep taught against his shoulder, pulling him back against the warmth.
He knows that the safety is off, but that just makes him harder.
Fuck. He loves it when John brings his gun out to play.
100words,
fic,
johnlock,
john,
sherlock