Sherlock Holmes RPS - Besides... - Robert Downey Jr/Jude Law - PG
Title: Besides...
Author: dametokillfor
Fandom: Sherlock Holmes RPS
Characters: Robert Downey, Jr/Jude Law
Summary: In which Jude gets some news and Robert's a bastard.
POV: Third
Notes: Written for the sherlockkink meme for the prompt: "RDJ has almost convinced Jude to sleep with him..." The rest of the prompt is included at the end of the fic, so as not to spoil for those who didn't see the prompt.
"Shit."
The phone flies across the trailer, narrowly missing Robert's ear. The older man doesn't even flinch as he feels the wind of the wayward item's path, he simply keeps his eyes on the script before him.
"There's plenty more fish in the sea." Robert says, without even looking up.
"She's pregnant." Jude announces.
Robert barely suppresses a snort, "This is what, number four now?"
He looks up from the script, peering at Jude over his glasses, "I mean, that we know about. Who knows how many Judelings there are out there."
"I hate you." Jude informs him, slumping down next to him, holding his head in his hands, "I don't need this."
Robert puts his script down, rubs his hands together before moving them to the British man's shoulders, kneading at the tense muscles through the shirt he wears. He doesn't say anything more now, biting back the million and one smart ass comments on the tip of his tongue.
She probably didn't need herpes either, being his personal favourite.
It's not that he doesn't like the guy. He's got a lot of respect, a lot of love for him but he can't resist... pulling on his pigtails so to speak. Besides he's such an easy mark.
"What am I going to do?" Jude asks.
He's relatively sure he doesn't want to hear Robert's response.
"I suggest retaking biology."
He was right.
Jude snaps his head round, looking at the other man, "For once, could you at least try being helpful?"
"I'm giving you a relaxing massage, I'm pretty sure on some planets that constitutes as helping."
"Well I'm not relaxed!" Jude snaps.
"You could be." Robert says, his hands digging deeper into Jude's shoulders, his face moving to press against the younger man's neck. His lips are moving slowly against the warm, smooth skin. Robert's lips play at his neck, pleased to find Jude's not fighting against this. All the tension on set, the blatant subtext between Watson and Holmes, he's been dying to do this for weeks now. He knows Jude's been feeling the same, the reason he's been screwing around because he doesn't want to accept it.
"I can't..." Jude starts, trying to find any reason he shouldn't be doing this.
Robert's kisses move up the long column of Jude's neck, "Actually, current circumstances would lead me to believe this is something you can do."
Jude growls low in his throat, Robert knows he's treading a thin line. Everything in him is telling him to stop talking but that side of him that refuses to listen speaks up before he has a chance to stop him.
"Besides, you can't get me pregnant."
The pain in Robert's jaw doesn't kick in until Jude's slammed the trailer door shut.
*****
FULL PROMPT: "RDJ has almost convinced Jude to sleep with him and then he uses the immortal line "Hey, at least *I* won't get pregnant! :D"
Cue Jude glaring/stomping off/hitting him very hard with a lamp and RDJ attempting to re-seduce."
There's no reseduction here. I might continue this at some point with a reseduction if I can get my fic mojo working again.
Author: dametokillfor
Fandom: Sherlock Holmes RPS
Characters: Robert Downey, Jr/Jude Law
Summary: In which Jude gets some news and Robert's a bastard.
POV: Third
Notes: Written for the sherlockkink meme for the prompt: "RDJ has almost convinced Jude to sleep with him..." The rest of the prompt is included at the end of the fic, so as not to spoil for those who didn't see the prompt.
"Shit."
The phone flies across the trailer, narrowly missing Robert's ear. The older man doesn't even flinch as he feels the wind of the wayward item's path, he simply keeps his eyes on the script before him.
"There's plenty more fish in the sea." Robert says, without even looking up.
"She's pregnant." Jude announces.
Robert barely suppresses a snort, "This is what, number four now?"
He looks up from the script, peering at Jude over his glasses, "I mean, that we know about. Who knows how many Judelings there are out there."
"I hate you." Jude informs him, slumping down next to him, holding his head in his hands, "I don't need this."
Robert puts his script down, rubs his hands together before moving them to the British man's shoulders, kneading at the tense muscles through the shirt he wears. He doesn't say anything more now, biting back the million and one smart ass comments on the tip of his tongue.
She probably didn't need herpes either, being his personal favourite.
It's not that he doesn't like the guy. He's got a lot of respect, a lot of love for him but he can't resist... pulling on his pigtails so to speak. Besides he's such an easy mark.
"What am I going to do?" Jude asks.
He's relatively sure he doesn't want to hear Robert's response.
"I suggest retaking biology."
He was right.
Jude snaps his head round, looking at the other man, "For once, could you at least try being helpful?"
"I'm giving you a relaxing massage, I'm pretty sure on some planets that constitutes as helping."
"Well I'm not relaxed!" Jude snaps.
"You could be." Robert says, his hands digging deeper into Jude's shoulders, his face moving to press against the younger man's neck. His lips are moving slowly against the warm, smooth skin. Robert's lips play at his neck, pleased to find Jude's not fighting against this. All the tension on set, the blatant subtext between Watson and Holmes, he's been dying to do this for weeks now. He knows Jude's been feeling the same, the reason he's been screwing around because he doesn't want to accept it.
"I can't..." Jude starts, trying to find any reason he shouldn't be doing this.
Robert's kisses move up the long column of Jude's neck, "Actually, current circumstances would lead me to believe this is something you can do."
Jude growls low in his throat, Robert knows he's treading a thin line. Everything in him is telling him to stop talking but that side of him that refuses to listen speaks up before he has a chance to stop him.
"Besides, you can't get me pregnant."
The pain in Robert's jaw doesn't kick in until Jude's slammed the trailer door shut.
*****
FULL PROMPT: "RDJ has almost convinced Jude to sleep with him and then he uses the immortal line "Hey, at least *I* won't get pregnant! :D"
Cue Jude glaring/stomping off/hitting him very hard with a lamp and RDJ attempting to re-seduce."
There's no reseduction here. I might continue this at some point with a reseduction if I can get my fic mojo working again.