Sherlock Holmes - In The Beginning
Title: In The Beginning
Author: ladylovelace
Rating: NC-17
Pairing/Characters: Holmes/Victor Trevor
Disclaimer: ACD started it. Go blame him.
Summary: Holmes and Victor's first time. PWP, in the truest sense.
Spoilers: None. Unless I missed the bit in GLOR where this happened (if so, link please?)
Warnings: Graphic - if awkward and tame - sex.
Word Count: 1600
Author's Notes: I started this for a prompt on the kinkmeme about a million years ago and have subsequently lost it. If you prompted for Holmes and Victor Trevor's first time, consider this the fill I promised you at the time (if indeed I remembered to promise the fill). Not at all connected to 'An Early Acquaintance' et. al.
They were three nights in to their summer holiday when Victor heard a soft knock on his bedroom door. He was about to reply when the door opened anyway, and Holmes stood holding a candle, red dressing-gown wrapped around him tightly and white nightshirt visible underneath.
“Sherlock?” Victor blinked slowly as he sat up. “Is something the matter?”
“May I come in?” Holmes asked in a slightly unsure voice.
“Of course,” he sat up properly and then shifted over on the bed, “come sit with me.”
Holmes walked over to the bed, set the candle down on the night stand, and sat down lightly. He drew his knees up to his chin, and wrapped his arms around them.
“Not that I don't enjoy your company, but is there something I can do for you?”
“I think we should have sex.”
Victor stared open-mouthed for a few very long moments. “You what?”
“I think that you and I should have sex. Together.” Holmes repeated evenly. “Now.”
“That's what I thought you said.” Victor said evenly, fighting to keep down any panic that might creep into his voice. “Why?”
“I am attracted to you. You are attracted to me. Now is as good a time as any.”
“Sometimes,” Victor began after a long silence, “your cold logic terrifies me.”
“Then you accept that it is logical?” Holmes remained huddled up.
“Well. I suppose it is, yes. But...” Victor sighed again, “logic isn't actually the important thing here.”
“It is to me.”
“I know. I know it is,” Victor sighed softly, “aren't you at all... frightened?”
“Never with you.” Holmes replied softly.
Victor allowed his head to fall onto Holmes' shoulder. “I'm scared of disappointing you.”
“Impossible. I have no idea how it's supposed to go. Well, I have some idea of the basic mechanics, though I imagine it isn't quite the same with another man.”
“I don't really know, either. I have a few ideas, though.” Victor lifted his head and kissed Holmes' cheek softly. he swallowed thickly. “Was that all right?”
“Yes,” Holmes nodded, “more than all right.” He turned to face Victor, and returned the gesture. “See?”
“I see. Should we try a proper kiss?”
Holmes nodded again, and leaned forward a little. Victor met him half-way, and just barely pressed their lips together. Feeling daring, he opened his mouth the tiniest bit and moved his lips a little before pulling back again. When he did, he was blushing brightly. Holmes was looking at him with wide eyes. “That was...nice.”
“I thought so too.” Victor smiled shyly. “Are we really going to do this?”
“Do you want to? I mean, I assumed that you did. I know you're attracted to me, but I suppose that's not the same thing.”
“There are a great many reasons why we shouldn't. But none of them are that I would not very dearly love to.”
Holmes' face lit up with a bright smile. “So you do want to, then?”
Victor bit his lip and remained silent for long moments. “Come under the covers with me. Take off your dressing-gown.” Holmes wasted no time in complying, and was soon wriggling under the blankets next to his friend.
“So,” Holmes began awkwardly, “what happens now?”
Under the blankets, Victor took hold of Holmes' hand and squeezed gently. “What do you want to happen?”
“May I kiss you again?”
Victor bit his lip and nodded, the gesture just visible in the failing candlelight. Holmes leaned in again, but instead of waiting to meet his friend, kept leaning in until their lips met. This time, he tried to imitate the kisses he'd seen his parents share when they thought he wasn't looking. The effect was somewhat muddled, and they both broke away giggling quietly.
“We are going to make a mess of this.” Victor whispered, grinning brightly.
“Does it really matter? As long as neither of us gets hurt?” Holmes leaned forward and pressed his lips to Victor's neck. The other man gasped softly.
“Lie down with me?” Victor tugged on Holmes' hand, encouraging him to settle under the blankets next to him. Holmes allowed his friend to arrange him as he wanted, and they ended up lying on their sides, facing each other. Victor laughed softly, and moved to tuck Holmes' hair behind his ear. “I never dared to dream that this would happen.”
“I did. I have no idea what's going to happen, but I know that I want it.” Holmes smiled a little guiltily. “This is nice, isn't it?”
Victor nodded slowly. “This is nice.” He leaned in to kiss Holmes again, this time sliding his lips over the other man's slowly, opening his mouth a little, encouraging Holmes to move his as well. When he broke off for air, it was to see Holmes, looking at him with huge pupils, and slightly shortened breath. He smiled slowly. “Are you...?” Victor blushed, and cut himself off.
“I believe I have reached the required state of arousal, yes,” Holmes panted softly, “you?”
“I...umm. Yes. I believe so.” Victor continued to blush brightly.
“Right. So. What happens now?”
“I'm not sure. I read a book, once, but it didn't go into much detail. And I don't think I can 'enter' you anyway, since you haven't got a... woman's thing.”
Holmes bit his lip and considered the problem. “Well, it seems to me that in order for us to...” he struggled for the right term, “finish, there needs to be some friction. What if we sort of...rubbed against each other?”
“Do you think that would work?” Victor asked hopefully.
“Do we have anything to lose by trying?”
“No,” Victor smiled softly, “no, we don't, do we? If it doesn't work, we can try something else.”
Holmes nodded and shifted closer, nightshirt rustling quietly against the blankets until he was pressed up against his friend. Taking a deep breath, he rolled his hips gently, and felt a jolt of pleasure run up his spine. At that moment, a hand alighted on his waist, and squeezed gently.
“I think that works.” Victor stated shakily, his surprise clear in his voice. Holmes nodded, and put one hand gently on his friend's shoulder.
“Yes, it does seem to.” Holmes thrust forward again lightly, and didn't stop himself from moaning.
“Perfect.” Victor thrust forward as well, then, and they slowly began working themselves into a steady rhythm. For long moments, only the sounds of quiet breathing, rustling fabric, and the occasional soft moan were audible in the room.
“Is this still all right?” Holmes whispered, almost too quietly for Victor to really hear him. In response, the other man simply leaned forward and kissed him softly. Holmes kissed back, making little demanding noises until Victor pulled him closer by the waist. Holmes rolled with him and ended up on top of both of them, slightly shocked at his new position. Victor grunted quietly and then grinned up.
“This is certainly all right.” He thrust up cautiously, and Holmes shifted to regain his balance, deciding after a few moments that the best way was to put his knees on the bed, either side of Victor's hips.
Victor placed careful hands on Holmes' waist to steady him further, taking a moment to worry over how thin he was before rolling his hips again gently. “Is this doing anything for you?”
“Rather a lot, actually.” Holmes wriggled and stretched himself along his friend's body, leaning in for another kiss and beginning to rut against his stomach. “You?”
“Oh yes.” Victor slid a hand down to cup Holmes' buttock through his nightshirt. “This is quite satisfactory.”
“So glad you're enjoying yourself,” Holmes mumbled against his friend's lips, rutting more deliberately as he did so. “I want to touch you. May I?”
Victor nodded helplessly, wetting his lips at the prospect. With a little more wriggling, Holmes got his hand between them and placed it gently over the other man's erection. Victor sobbed and stiffened for a moment, blushing hotly as he did so out of embarrassment.
“Did you...?” Holmes looked on in wonder at having brought the gorgeous man underneath him to release so easily.
“Yes. Sorry,” Victor turned his head away in shame, “I meant to wait for you.”
“Not a problem.” Holmes began rocking more insistently, “do you suppose you might like to, uh, do the same to me?”
Smiling gratefully, Victor turned his head back to kiss Holmes, and ran a hand down his side slowly before sliding it between them and feeling at the shape of Holmes' cock through his nightshirt. Holmes groaned deeply and thrust harder into it, kissing desperately and finally coming with a muffled scream when he was on the verge of wearing himself out. He melted against his friend with a satisfied sigh, scooting down to rest his head on Victor's chest.
“Please tell me you enjoyed that?” He mumbled drowsily into the cotton shirt.
“Very much so,” Victor replied, placing a slightly clumsy hand on Holmes' head to stroke his hair affectionately, “but then I was always going to. You've done some terribly wicked things to me in my dreams, you know.”
“I thought you hadn't thought about it?”
“I lied. You'll get over it,” he grinned, “will you stay for a while?”
“Of course. You're very comfortable to lie on.” Holmes rubbed his cheek against Victor's chest as a cat would.
“I'll talk to you again in a few hours, then. Good night, Sherlock.”
“'night Victor.”
Author: ladylovelace
Rating: NC-17
Pairing/Characters: Holmes/Victor Trevor
Disclaimer: ACD started it. Go blame him.
Summary: Holmes and Victor's first time. PWP, in the truest sense.
Spoilers: None. Unless I missed the bit in GLOR where this happened (if so, link please?)
Warnings: Graphic - if awkward and tame - sex.
Word Count: 1600
Author's Notes: I started this for a prompt on the kinkmeme about a million years ago and have subsequently lost it. If you prompted for Holmes and Victor Trevor's first time, consider this the fill I promised you at the time (if indeed I remembered to promise the fill). Not at all connected to 'An Early Acquaintance' et. al.
They were three nights in to their summer holiday when Victor heard a soft knock on his bedroom door. He was about to reply when the door opened anyway, and Holmes stood holding a candle, red dressing-gown wrapped around him tightly and white nightshirt visible underneath.
“Sherlock?” Victor blinked slowly as he sat up. “Is something the matter?”
“May I come in?” Holmes asked in a slightly unsure voice.
“Of course,” he sat up properly and then shifted over on the bed, “come sit with me.”
Holmes walked over to the bed, set the candle down on the night stand, and sat down lightly. He drew his knees up to his chin, and wrapped his arms around them.
“Not that I don't enjoy your company, but is there something I can do for you?”
“I think we should have sex.”
Victor stared open-mouthed for a few very long moments. “You what?”
“I think that you and I should have sex. Together.” Holmes repeated evenly. “Now.”
“That's what I thought you said.” Victor said evenly, fighting to keep down any panic that might creep into his voice. “Why?”
“I am attracted to you. You are attracted to me. Now is as good a time as any.”
“Sometimes,” Victor began after a long silence, “your cold logic terrifies me.”
“Then you accept that it is logical?” Holmes remained huddled up.
“Well. I suppose it is, yes. But...” Victor sighed again, “logic isn't actually the important thing here.”
“It is to me.”
“I know. I know it is,” Victor sighed softly, “aren't you at all... frightened?”
“Never with you.” Holmes replied softly.
Victor allowed his head to fall onto Holmes' shoulder. “I'm scared of disappointing you.”
“Impossible. I have no idea how it's supposed to go. Well, I have some idea of the basic mechanics, though I imagine it isn't quite the same with another man.”
“I don't really know, either. I have a few ideas, though.” Victor lifted his head and kissed Holmes' cheek softly. he swallowed thickly. “Was that all right?”
“Yes,” Holmes nodded, “more than all right.” He turned to face Victor, and returned the gesture. “See?”
“I see. Should we try a proper kiss?”
Holmes nodded again, and leaned forward a little. Victor met him half-way, and just barely pressed their lips together. Feeling daring, he opened his mouth the tiniest bit and moved his lips a little before pulling back again. When he did, he was blushing brightly. Holmes was looking at him with wide eyes. “That was...nice.”
“I thought so too.” Victor smiled shyly. “Are we really going to do this?”
“Do you want to? I mean, I assumed that you did. I know you're attracted to me, but I suppose that's not the same thing.”
“There are a great many reasons why we shouldn't. But none of them are that I would not very dearly love to.”
Holmes' face lit up with a bright smile. “So you do want to, then?”
Victor bit his lip and remained silent for long moments. “Come under the covers with me. Take off your dressing-gown.” Holmes wasted no time in complying, and was soon wriggling under the blankets next to his friend.
“So,” Holmes began awkwardly, “what happens now?”
Under the blankets, Victor took hold of Holmes' hand and squeezed gently. “What do you want to happen?”
“May I kiss you again?”
Victor bit his lip and nodded, the gesture just visible in the failing candlelight. Holmes leaned in again, but instead of waiting to meet his friend, kept leaning in until their lips met. This time, he tried to imitate the kisses he'd seen his parents share when they thought he wasn't looking. The effect was somewhat muddled, and they both broke away giggling quietly.
“We are going to make a mess of this.” Victor whispered, grinning brightly.
“Does it really matter? As long as neither of us gets hurt?” Holmes leaned forward and pressed his lips to Victor's neck. The other man gasped softly.
“Lie down with me?” Victor tugged on Holmes' hand, encouraging him to settle under the blankets next to him. Holmes allowed his friend to arrange him as he wanted, and they ended up lying on their sides, facing each other. Victor laughed softly, and moved to tuck Holmes' hair behind his ear. “I never dared to dream that this would happen.”
“I did. I have no idea what's going to happen, but I know that I want it.” Holmes smiled a little guiltily. “This is nice, isn't it?”
Victor nodded slowly. “This is nice.” He leaned in to kiss Holmes again, this time sliding his lips over the other man's slowly, opening his mouth a little, encouraging Holmes to move his as well. When he broke off for air, it was to see Holmes, looking at him with huge pupils, and slightly shortened breath. He smiled slowly. “Are you...?” Victor blushed, and cut himself off.
“I believe I have reached the required state of arousal, yes,” Holmes panted softly, “you?”
“I...umm. Yes. I believe so.” Victor continued to blush brightly.
“Right. So. What happens now?”
“I'm not sure. I read a book, once, but it didn't go into much detail. And I don't think I can 'enter' you anyway, since you haven't got a... woman's thing.”
Holmes bit his lip and considered the problem. “Well, it seems to me that in order for us to...” he struggled for the right term, “finish, there needs to be some friction. What if we sort of...rubbed against each other?”
“Do you think that would work?” Victor asked hopefully.
“Do we have anything to lose by trying?”
“No,” Victor smiled softly, “no, we don't, do we? If it doesn't work, we can try something else.”
Holmes nodded and shifted closer, nightshirt rustling quietly against the blankets until he was pressed up against his friend. Taking a deep breath, he rolled his hips gently, and felt a jolt of pleasure run up his spine. At that moment, a hand alighted on his waist, and squeezed gently.
“I think that works.” Victor stated shakily, his surprise clear in his voice. Holmes nodded, and put one hand gently on his friend's shoulder.
“Yes, it does seem to.” Holmes thrust forward again lightly, and didn't stop himself from moaning.
“Perfect.” Victor thrust forward as well, then, and they slowly began working themselves into a steady rhythm. For long moments, only the sounds of quiet breathing, rustling fabric, and the occasional soft moan were audible in the room.
“Is this still all right?” Holmes whispered, almost too quietly for Victor to really hear him. In response, the other man simply leaned forward and kissed him softly. Holmes kissed back, making little demanding noises until Victor pulled him closer by the waist. Holmes rolled with him and ended up on top of both of them, slightly shocked at his new position. Victor grunted quietly and then grinned up.
“This is certainly all right.” He thrust up cautiously, and Holmes shifted to regain his balance, deciding after a few moments that the best way was to put his knees on the bed, either side of Victor's hips.
Victor placed careful hands on Holmes' waist to steady him further, taking a moment to worry over how thin he was before rolling his hips again gently. “Is this doing anything for you?”
“Rather a lot, actually.” Holmes wriggled and stretched himself along his friend's body, leaning in for another kiss and beginning to rut against his stomach. “You?”
“Oh yes.” Victor slid a hand down to cup Holmes' buttock through his nightshirt. “This is quite satisfactory.”
“So glad you're enjoying yourself,” Holmes mumbled against his friend's lips, rutting more deliberately as he did so. “I want to touch you. May I?”
Victor nodded helplessly, wetting his lips at the prospect. With a little more wriggling, Holmes got his hand between them and placed it gently over the other man's erection. Victor sobbed and stiffened for a moment, blushing hotly as he did so out of embarrassment.
“Did you...?” Holmes looked on in wonder at having brought the gorgeous man underneath him to release so easily.
“Yes. Sorry,” Victor turned his head away in shame, “I meant to wait for you.”
“Not a problem.” Holmes began rocking more insistently, “do you suppose you might like to, uh, do the same to me?”
Smiling gratefully, Victor turned his head back to kiss Holmes, and ran a hand down his side slowly before sliding it between them and feeling at the shape of Holmes' cock through his nightshirt. Holmes groaned deeply and thrust harder into it, kissing desperately and finally coming with a muffled scream when he was on the verge of wearing himself out. He melted against his friend with a satisfied sigh, scooting down to rest his head on Victor's chest.
“Please tell me you enjoyed that?” He mumbled drowsily into the cotton shirt.
“Very much so,” Victor replied, placing a slightly clumsy hand on Holmes' head to stroke his hair affectionately, “but then I was always going to. You've done some terribly wicked things to me in my dreams, you know.”
“I thought you hadn't thought about it?”
“I lied. You'll get over it,” he grinned, “will you stay for a while?”
“Of course. You're very comfortable to lie on.” Holmes rubbed his cheek against Victor's chest as a cat would.
“I'll talk to you again in a few hours, then. Good night, Sherlock.”
“'night Victor.”