The mind is a terrible thing to taste
TITLE: The mind is a terrible thing to taste
AUTHOR: Kichi
PAIRING: Holmes/Watson
WARNINGS: none for this chapter
NOTES: I am so sorry this has taken so long! I lost my inspiration! I hope this was worth the ridiculously long wait!
ARCHIVE: my LJ and fanfiction.net
SUMMARY: ch 6 - Watson remembers a few more things
“You do?” Holmes gasped before he could stop himself. Watson nodded, smiling shyly as he sat back to regard Holmes thoughtfully. He took Holmes’ bandaged hand in his own.
“Yes. I’m not sure, but I think that is the happiest I’ve ever been.” Holmes shivered and Watson scooted closer. “I also remember a case we had… Well, not all of it.. Really all I can remember is the two of us laughing at a man with red hair.” Holmes felt a smile tugging the corner of his mouth up as he found himself inching slowly closer to Watson as well. He remembered that scene quite well.
“The red-headed league.” He offered. Watson snickered.
“Yes. I seem to recall he was quite horrified that we found it all so hilarious.” Holmes stared at him, utterly captivated. He still looked so different, so young and sweet it made his heart ache. He had been dwelling on what those soft lips must feel like for what seemed ages. Watson merely stared down at Holmes’ wounded hand in his lap as he carefully stroked the back of it. Holmes felt tingles of pleasure racing up his arm and straight to his heart.
“Watson.” Holmes began and found himself unsure what to say as he stared at his beautiful Boswell. “Perhaps..” he trailed off again, hesitating. He wanting nothing more than to snare Watson in an embrace and show him just how terribly he’d missed him. But he was afraid to make him feel nervous or uncomfortable in any way. He squirmed with indecision.
“Are you alright?” his softly spoken question caused a flare of heat to blossom across Holmes cheeks. He winced in mortification. Only Watson could make him blush, and he had never once done it intentionally. Holmes didn’t quite trust himself to speak at the moment so he merely nodded. “What now..?” Watson breathed, almost to himself.
Holmes pulled his hand free and grasped Watson’s hand in his own, pulling it close to place a warm kiss upon the back of it. He lifted his eyes and saw Watson’s cheeks grow pink. He chuckled breathlessly.
“Whatever you wish, my dear boy. I am more than happy to do anything you want.” Watson’s flush deepened to a beautiful shade of rose.
“I like when you do whatever you want.” Watson admitted shyly, his eyes lowered. Holmes grinned outright at that and pulled Watson closer.
“Do you?” he whispered, his voice husky. Watson eyes rose to meet his and Holmes felt his chest tighten as he saw Watson’s pupils blown wide with desire.
“Oh, yes.” He breathed. Holmes found himself unable to tear his gaze away from Watson’s pink lips as his tongue swiped across them. His heart started to race madly.
“Then allow me.” He gasped, pulled Watson closer until their bodies were flush, and kissed him. He moaned against Watson’s mouth and heard his bien-aimé echo the sentiment.
Soon they were breathless and blushing. Holmes began to tear at Watson’s clothes, sighing with pleasure as Watson accidentally tore a few of his buttons loose in his haste. Holmes kissed each patch of exposed flesh with desperate longing. He straddled Watson’s lap and feverishly descended upon him, biting, licking and kissing whatever he could.
Watson was trembling and breathing hard beneath him, his hands everywhere. Holmes bit back a whimper and ground his hips against Watson’s. Fingers clutched him hard and dug into his biceps as Watson writhed beneath him. He slid a hand between them and cupped Watson’s engorged flesh and the strangled gasped he emitted was swallowed as Holmes devoured his pink lips.
“God, I’ve missed you so much!” Holmes choked as he tugged Watson’s shirt free from his pants.
“I’m s-sorry it took so long.” Watson groaned. Holmes laughed briefly as he slid to the floor and began to undo Watson’s trousers.
“You say that as if it were your fault. You know it isn’t.”
“Yes.” Watson agreed, still panting. Holmes tugged his pants and underwear down and gave Watson a smile that tried very hard to seem innocent. Watson’s cheeky grin told him he was unable to pull off innocent while aroused. So he settled for slowly licking his lips and was satisfied when Watson’s eyes widened and he swallowed noisily.
He cupped Watson’s arousal and leaned close to lick from base to tip. Watson’s moan was pure music. He glanced up and Watson slumped back against the side of Holmes’ bed gasping. “Jesus.” Watson choked as Holmes wrapped his lips around the tip of Watson’s straining cock and slowly slid down to the base. He felt Watson’s fingers tangle in his hair, gently at first, and then gripping harder as Holmes slowly sucked him off. Holmes didn’t mind. In fact he was overwhelmed with joy. The uncertainty he’d dealt with ever since Watson had woken in the hospital, memory wiped of even his own name, was finally gone as if it had never been.
Watson suddenly groaned loudly and held Holmes in a vice grip as he began to thrust into Holmes’ warm mouth. He felt his teeth cutting into his upper lip, but he didn’t mind. All that mattered was Watson and his pleasure, Holmes would take a little pain without complaint. After all, it wasn’t as if he’d never done the same to his lovely Doctor. When Watson was spent, he quivered with delight and continued to lick at his throbbing length, drawing moans and shivers from his beautiful lover.
“God!” Watson cried as Holmes teased him with his tongue.
“Do you wish me to stop? I have to admit; I like making you come as much as you can. Tomorrow you might be sore. It is a terrible habit of mine, I’ve come to notice.” Holmes said with a wicked grin. Watson stared at him wide-eyed and breathless.
“I can’t feel my hands.” Watson said, his lips curving in a wondering smile. Holmes bent his head and licked him again, giggling childishly as Watson moaned, his head falling back.
“Perhaps you should get in bed.”
“Perhaps you should join me. And remove your clothes as well.” Holmes smirked deviously.
“Perhaps I shall.” Watson got to his feet slowly and laughed.
“My legs aren’t working right.” Holmes gently shoved him back until he sat upon the bed.
“That is what the bed is for.”
“And what are these clothes for? Annoying me? Take them off.” Watson said, his expression hungry. Holmes looked down at himself and had to laugh. His shirt was already ruined, most of the buttons having been ripped off. His trousers were rumpled and half undone. He grinned and began to tug his shirt off, suddenly halting his motions and shuddering as Watson licked a line up his torso. “Hurry.” Watson demanded. Holmes began to fumble in his haste until Watson smacked his hands away and tore his shirt off. He grabbed the waistband of Holmes’ trousers and jerked him forward until he fell into bed and onto Watson.
Soft lips were pressing insistent kisses all over his face, neck, shoulders and chest.
“Oh God.” Holmes choked as Watson turned him into a quivering puddle. How he’d ached for this! But not just this- even something as simple as a smile from Watson had come to mean so much more. He had not realized how much he had come to love and adore Watson. It took his breath away. “I love you!” he gasped as Watson roughly yanked his trousers down and then all thought fled completely as Watson worshipped him in the most pleasurable and devout ways.
They lay spent in each other’s arms. Watson slept, his features slack, looking even younger, his upper lip still hairless.
“Tu revenais… Je pensais que vous aves perdue*” A huge weight had dropped from Holmes’ shoulders and with it the fear and uncertainty that had felt like a hand about his neck, slowly crushing the life from him. “Je t’aime Watson… Je t’aime..” He couldn’t sleep for fear that this was all a dream and soon he would awake and Watson would gaze at him with those stranger’s eyes. He watched his amant sleep, willing himself to never forget a single moment of this heavenly bliss. He felt his eyelids growing heavy and cursed, not wanting to loose to the Sandman. Watson stirred, mumbling nonsense, and Holmes forced himself to lie still until he settled again. Watson squeezed him tighter for a moment before another murmur escaped him and then he began to lightly snore. Holmes smiled, and felt himself relax. Sleep would come, he had slept very little in the past few weeks. And he could think of no better place to rest than in his chers arms.
THE END!
A/N: This is all thanks to Google Translate, so if it’s wrong, I’m sorry, but it’s Googles fault, lol!
*- “You came back… I thought I had lost you.”
Je t’aime - I love you
Amant - lover
Chers - dear
AUTHOR: Kichi
PAIRING: Holmes/Watson
WARNINGS: none for this chapter
NOTES: I am so sorry this has taken so long! I lost my inspiration! I hope this was worth the ridiculously long wait!
ARCHIVE: my LJ and fanfiction.net
SUMMARY: ch 6 - Watson remembers a few more things
“You do?” Holmes gasped before he could stop himself. Watson nodded, smiling shyly as he sat back to regard Holmes thoughtfully. He took Holmes’ bandaged hand in his own.
“Yes. I’m not sure, but I think that is the happiest I’ve ever been.” Holmes shivered and Watson scooted closer. “I also remember a case we had… Well, not all of it.. Really all I can remember is the two of us laughing at a man with red hair.” Holmes felt a smile tugging the corner of his mouth up as he found himself inching slowly closer to Watson as well. He remembered that scene quite well.
“The red-headed league.” He offered. Watson snickered.
“Yes. I seem to recall he was quite horrified that we found it all so hilarious.” Holmes stared at him, utterly captivated. He still looked so different, so young and sweet it made his heart ache. He had been dwelling on what those soft lips must feel like for what seemed ages. Watson merely stared down at Holmes’ wounded hand in his lap as he carefully stroked the back of it. Holmes felt tingles of pleasure racing up his arm and straight to his heart.
“Watson.” Holmes began and found himself unsure what to say as he stared at his beautiful Boswell. “Perhaps..” he trailed off again, hesitating. He wanting nothing more than to snare Watson in an embrace and show him just how terribly he’d missed him. But he was afraid to make him feel nervous or uncomfortable in any way. He squirmed with indecision.
“Are you alright?” his softly spoken question caused a flare of heat to blossom across Holmes cheeks. He winced in mortification. Only Watson could make him blush, and he had never once done it intentionally. Holmes didn’t quite trust himself to speak at the moment so he merely nodded. “What now..?” Watson breathed, almost to himself.
Holmes pulled his hand free and grasped Watson’s hand in his own, pulling it close to place a warm kiss upon the back of it. He lifted his eyes and saw Watson’s cheeks grow pink. He chuckled breathlessly.
“Whatever you wish, my dear boy. I am more than happy to do anything you want.” Watson’s flush deepened to a beautiful shade of rose.
“I like when you do whatever you want.” Watson admitted shyly, his eyes lowered. Holmes grinned outright at that and pulled Watson closer.
“Do you?” he whispered, his voice husky. Watson eyes rose to meet his and Holmes felt his chest tighten as he saw Watson’s pupils blown wide with desire.
“Oh, yes.” He breathed. Holmes found himself unable to tear his gaze away from Watson’s pink lips as his tongue swiped across them. His heart started to race madly.
“Then allow me.” He gasped, pulled Watson closer until their bodies were flush, and kissed him. He moaned against Watson’s mouth and heard his bien-aimé echo the sentiment.
Soon they were breathless and blushing. Holmes began to tear at Watson’s clothes, sighing with pleasure as Watson accidentally tore a few of his buttons loose in his haste. Holmes kissed each patch of exposed flesh with desperate longing. He straddled Watson’s lap and feverishly descended upon him, biting, licking and kissing whatever he could.
Watson was trembling and breathing hard beneath him, his hands everywhere. Holmes bit back a whimper and ground his hips against Watson’s. Fingers clutched him hard and dug into his biceps as Watson writhed beneath him. He slid a hand between them and cupped Watson’s engorged flesh and the strangled gasped he emitted was swallowed as Holmes devoured his pink lips.
“God, I’ve missed you so much!” Holmes choked as he tugged Watson’s shirt free from his pants.
“I’m s-sorry it took so long.” Watson groaned. Holmes laughed briefly as he slid to the floor and began to undo Watson’s trousers.
“You say that as if it were your fault. You know it isn’t.”
“Yes.” Watson agreed, still panting. Holmes tugged his pants and underwear down and gave Watson a smile that tried very hard to seem innocent. Watson’s cheeky grin told him he was unable to pull off innocent while aroused. So he settled for slowly licking his lips and was satisfied when Watson’s eyes widened and he swallowed noisily.
He cupped Watson’s arousal and leaned close to lick from base to tip. Watson’s moan was pure music. He glanced up and Watson slumped back against the side of Holmes’ bed gasping. “Jesus.” Watson choked as Holmes wrapped his lips around the tip of Watson’s straining cock and slowly slid down to the base. He felt Watson’s fingers tangle in his hair, gently at first, and then gripping harder as Holmes slowly sucked him off. Holmes didn’t mind. In fact he was overwhelmed with joy. The uncertainty he’d dealt with ever since Watson had woken in the hospital, memory wiped of even his own name, was finally gone as if it had never been.
Watson suddenly groaned loudly and held Holmes in a vice grip as he began to thrust into Holmes’ warm mouth. He felt his teeth cutting into his upper lip, but he didn’t mind. All that mattered was Watson and his pleasure, Holmes would take a little pain without complaint. After all, it wasn’t as if he’d never done the same to his lovely Doctor. When Watson was spent, he quivered with delight and continued to lick at his throbbing length, drawing moans and shivers from his beautiful lover.
“God!” Watson cried as Holmes teased him with his tongue.
“Do you wish me to stop? I have to admit; I like making you come as much as you can. Tomorrow you might be sore. It is a terrible habit of mine, I’ve come to notice.” Holmes said with a wicked grin. Watson stared at him wide-eyed and breathless.
“I can’t feel my hands.” Watson said, his lips curving in a wondering smile. Holmes bent his head and licked him again, giggling childishly as Watson moaned, his head falling back.
“Perhaps you should get in bed.”
“Perhaps you should join me. And remove your clothes as well.” Holmes smirked deviously.
“Perhaps I shall.” Watson got to his feet slowly and laughed.
“My legs aren’t working right.” Holmes gently shoved him back until he sat upon the bed.
“That is what the bed is for.”
“And what are these clothes for? Annoying me? Take them off.” Watson said, his expression hungry. Holmes looked down at himself and had to laugh. His shirt was already ruined, most of the buttons having been ripped off. His trousers were rumpled and half undone. He grinned and began to tug his shirt off, suddenly halting his motions and shuddering as Watson licked a line up his torso. “Hurry.” Watson demanded. Holmes began to fumble in his haste until Watson smacked his hands away and tore his shirt off. He grabbed the waistband of Holmes’ trousers and jerked him forward until he fell into bed and onto Watson.
Soft lips were pressing insistent kisses all over his face, neck, shoulders and chest.
“Oh God.” Holmes choked as Watson turned him into a quivering puddle. How he’d ached for this! But not just this- even something as simple as a smile from Watson had come to mean so much more. He had not realized how much he had come to love and adore Watson. It took his breath away. “I love you!” he gasped as Watson roughly yanked his trousers down and then all thought fled completely as Watson worshipped him in the most pleasurable and devout ways.
They lay spent in each other’s arms. Watson slept, his features slack, looking even younger, his upper lip still hairless.
“Tu revenais… Je pensais que vous aves perdue*” A huge weight had dropped from Holmes’ shoulders and with it the fear and uncertainty that had felt like a hand about his neck, slowly crushing the life from him. “Je t’aime Watson… Je t’aime..” He couldn’t sleep for fear that this was all a dream and soon he would awake and Watson would gaze at him with those stranger’s eyes. He watched his amant sleep, willing himself to never forget a single moment of this heavenly bliss. He felt his eyelids growing heavy and cursed, not wanting to loose to the Sandman. Watson stirred, mumbling nonsense, and Holmes forced himself to lie still until he settled again. Watson squeezed him tighter for a moment before another murmur escaped him and then he began to lightly snore. Holmes smiled, and felt himself relax. Sleep would come, he had slept very little in the past few weeks. And he could think of no better place to rest than in his chers arms.
THE END!
A/N: This is all thanks to Google Translate, so if it’s wrong, I’m sorry, but it’s Googles fault, lol!
*- “You came back… I thought I had lost you.”
Je t’aime - I love you
Amant - lover
Chers - dear