Friday the 13th
Title: Friday the 13th
Fandom: Sherlock Holmes
Character(s)/Pairing(s): Sherlock/John
Rating: PG-13 (Nothing too sketchy is actually seen here)
Summary: A discussion of Friday the 13th leads to curious situations
Warnings/Notes: Slash...and I think that's it...
“Today’s Friday the 13th,” John said quietly, watching Sherlock to gauge his reaction.
Sherlock didn’t even look up from his paper before saying dryly, “And?”
John rolled his eyes. Obviously he did not keep that information in his brain. However, he was likely to have heard it sometime before. “And,” he started, a slight hint of exasperation to his voice. “It’s supposed to be a night where…”
“People let their silly, stupid minds run away with them taking everything that happens as a sign and believing that a specific number on a specific day brings about chaos. Probably inspired by that ridiculous movie,” Sherlock interrupted still not looking up. “I don’t believe in fate, John. You know this.” He paused as if thinking for a moment before adding, “Or superstition for that matter.”
“You don’t think that any of that stuff can happen? That a day might have a little control over what happens?” John knew it wasn’t really logical to believe that. He didn’t believe it either.
Sherlock let out an exasperated sigh. “The only reason the day has any effect at all is because someone says that it does and people are too stupid to realize it couldn’t.” He looked over at him. “And you don’t believe in it either-thankfully-so why are you asking?”
John shrugged, smiling a little. “Call it a healthy dose of curiosity.”
“Curiosity is not a drug, John,” Sherlock responded dryly.
John fought against the urge to laugh, stretching slightly. “You would know about drugs, I suppose.”
Sherlock’s nose scrunched up the tiniest bit, enough for John to notice while watching. “Now you’re mocking me.”
It was a slightly wonderful thought that he could make Sherlock Holmes care about his opinion. That wasn’t the case, however. Sherlock just disliked being mocked. “Maybe a little. So you’re not curious at all about Friday the 13th?”
Sherlock pulled up his paper and muttered, “No. Nothing about today is at all curious.”
John leaned back into his chair. “Then I guess I’ll tell Lestrade not to expect your appearance at the case he sent us about?”
Sherlock sat up sharply, back straight as a plank and eyes turned in his direction. “Case? What case?”
John held up Sherlock’s phone. “You left this out…so I figured, a text from Lestrade couldn’t hurt to look at. Glad it wasn’t a text where he professed his love to you or anything, though. Would have been embarrassing.”
Sherlock made a disgruntled noise before standing up and snatching the phone from him. “Don’t you start, too.” He gave John a sharp look. “And here you complain about people making assumptions about us.”
John smiled a little. “Only joking. I know. You’re married to your work. Wouldn’t hurt you to actually unwind once in a while, though.”
Sherlock looked at him reproachfully as if he’d just told him that it would be okay in society to kill a baby. “Oh. But it would. Relationships generally mean emotions and emotions cloud your mind and a clouded mind means that you miss things and then you end up shot or injured or something of the sort. It can hurt.” He scoffed at the look of surprise on John’s face. “Obviously.”
This time John didn’t stop himself from laughing, which gained him a slightly confused look from Sherlock. It was priceless, really. “I didn’t say anything about a relationship, Sherlock.”
That perplexed look was still on the other man’s face as he looked at him before he went back to his neutral expression. “You most certainly did.”
John shook his head. “No. I’m pretty sure I was just talking about sex. Sex doesn’t really have to have emotions attached to it.”
Sherlock pulled a face before looking at the text on his phone. He let out a sigh. “I told you nothing was curious about today. Booooooooring. The wife killed her husband because she’d found out he was sleeping with prostitutes and made it look like he killed himself. He’s right handed. A bullet in the left temple wouldn’t do.”
John smiled to himself and looked down at his lap before standing up. The action made Sherlock question his motives for a moment. “Oh. Well, if nothing is curious about today, I was going to find a way to make it at least entertaining for myself.”
Sherlock frowned at him. “So you’re going to go be entertained and leave me to be bored? In the flat alone? Are you thinking wisely?”
John shrugged his shoulders. It wasn’t that he didn’t want to stay. It was just that it was less amusing when you had nothing to do and Sherlock was solving mysteries through text messages again. He needed to get energy out of his system. “You haven’t done anything too bad. Anyway, if you want me to stay, you might as well offer up something to do. Forgive me, but staring at you while you read the paper is not all that riveting.”
Sherlock glanced towards the paper and back at John. “Well, then. Why don’t we try out that messy, non-emotional sex stuff you mentioned?”
John arched an eyebrow. “You? Want to try out sex? With me?”
Sherlock pinched the bridge of his nose as if John was being particularly trying. “That’s what I said, isn’t it? Do keep up, John.”
John smiled a little. Perhaps this was going to be a curious day after all. “Forgive me, Sherlock. You just caught me off guard.”
Sherlock watched him quietly for a moment. “So…how does one start something like this?”
John chuckled quietly before stopping at the look on Sherlock’s face. Something Sherlock didn’t know how to do. It was a novelty. He would have to treasure it. “Well, generally, there’s kissing and removal of clothes.” He paused for a moment before looking over at Sherlock. “Well, then? Come over here.”
Sherlock complied rather quietly, watching John closely. That would never stop being unnerving, he mused. “Okay. I’m here.”
John bit back a sigh of exasperation before putting his hands on either side of Sherlock’s face and bringing it closer, amused to feel the other man’s pulse quickening a little. He pressed their lips together, trying to start off gently. Sherlock was a quick study, he noted as their kiss turned into something more unpredictable but exceptionally more entertaining.
*
John curled lazily on his side, letting the after effects of sex run over him. It had been a little while since the last time he’d had sex and quite a while since the last time it was with another man. Sherlock made a content noise next to him and murmured, “I think we can find ourselves in this position more often. For scientific research, of course.”
John smiled, glancing at his friend…or whatever he was supposed to call him. “Hmm…Yes. For scientific research. Of course.”
Fandom: Sherlock Holmes
Character(s)/Pairing(s): Sherlock/John
Rating: PG-13 (Nothing too sketchy is actually seen here)
Summary: A discussion of Friday the 13th leads to curious situations
Warnings/Notes: Slash...and I think that's it...
“Today’s Friday the 13th,” John said quietly, watching Sherlock to gauge his reaction.
Sherlock didn’t even look up from his paper before saying dryly, “And?”
John rolled his eyes. Obviously he did not keep that information in his brain. However, he was likely to have heard it sometime before. “And,” he started, a slight hint of exasperation to his voice. “It’s supposed to be a night where…”
“People let their silly, stupid minds run away with them taking everything that happens as a sign and believing that a specific number on a specific day brings about chaos. Probably inspired by that ridiculous movie,” Sherlock interrupted still not looking up. “I don’t believe in fate, John. You know this.” He paused as if thinking for a moment before adding, “Or superstition for that matter.”
“You don’t think that any of that stuff can happen? That a day might have a little control over what happens?” John knew it wasn’t really logical to believe that. He didn’t believe it either.
Sherlock let out an exasperated sigh. “The only reason the day has any effect at all is because someone says that it does and people are too stupid to realize it couldn’t.” He looked over at him. “And you don’t believe in it either-thankfully-so why are you asking?”
John shrugged, smiling a little. “Call it a healthy dose of curiosity.”
“Curiosity is not a drug, John,” Sherlock responded dryly.
John fought against the urge to laugh, stretching slightly. “You would know about drugs, I suppose.”
Sherlock’s nose scrunched up the tiniest bit, enough for John to notice while watching. “Now you’re mocking me.”
It was a slightly wonderful thought that he could make Sherlock Holmes care about his opinion. That wasn’t the case, however. Sherlock just disliked being mocked. “Maybe a little. So you’re not curious at all about Friday the 13th?”
Sherlock pulled up his paper and muttered, “No. Nothing about today is at all curious.”
John leaned back into his chair. “Then I guess I’ll tell Lestrade not to expect your appearance at the case he sent us about?”
Sherlock sat up sharply, back straight as a plank and eyes turned in his direction. “Case? What case?”
John held up Sherlock’s phone. “You left this out…so I figured, a text from Lestrade couldn’t hurt to look at. Glad it wasn’t a text where he professed his love to you or anything, though. Would have been embarrassing.”
Sherlock made a disgruntled noise before standing up and snatching the phone from him. “Don’t you start, too.” He gave John a sharp look. “And here you complain about people making assumptions about us.”
John smiled a little. “Only joking. I know. You’re married to your work. Wouldn’t hurt you to actually unwind once in a while, though.”
Sherlock looked at him reproachfully as if he’d just told him that it would be okay in society to kill a baby. “Oh. But it would. Relationships generally mean emotions and emotions cloud your mind and a clouded mind means that you miss things and then you end up shot or injured or something of the sort. It can hurt.” He scoffed at the look of surprise on John’s face. “Obviously.”
This time John didn’t stop himself from laughing, which gained him a slightly confused look from Sherlock. It was priceless, really. “I didn’t say anything about a relationship, Sherlock.”
That perplexed look was still on the other man’s face as he looked at him before he went back to his neutral expression. “You most certainly did.”
John shook his head. “No. I’m pretty sure I was just talking about sex. Sex doesn’t really have to have emotions attached to it.”
Sherlock pulled a face before looking at the text on his phone. He let out a sigh. “I told you nothing was curious about today. Booooooooring. The wife killed her husband because she’d found out he was sleeping with prostitutes and made it look like he killed himself. He’s right handed. A bullet in the left temple wouldn’t do.”
John smiled to himself and looked down at his lap before standing up. The action made Sherlock question his motives for a moment. “Oh. Well, if nothing is curious about today, I was going to find a way to make it at least entertaining for myself.”
Sherlock frowned at him. “So you’re going to go be entertained and leave me to be bored? In the flat alone? Are you thinking wisely?”
John shrugged his shoulders. It wasn’t that he didn’t want to stay. It was just that it was less amusing when you had nothing to do and Sherlock was solving mysteries through text messages again. He needed to get energy out of his system. “You haven’t done anything too bad. Anyway, if you want me to stay, you might as well offer up something to do. Forgive me, but staring at you while you read the paper is not all that riveting.”
Sherlock glanced towards the paper and back at John. “Well, then. Why don’t we try out that messy, non-emotional sex stuff you mentioned?”
John arched an eyebrow. “You? Want to try out sex? With me?”
Sherlock pinched the bridge of his nose as if John was being particularly trying. “That’s what I said, isn’t it? Do keep up, John.”
John smiled a little. Perhaps this was going to be a curious day after all. “Forgive me, Sherlock. You just caught me off guard.”
Sherlock watched him quietly for a moment. “So…how does one start something like this?”
John chuckled quietly before stopping at the look on Sherlock’s face. Something Sherlock didn’t know how to do. It was a novelty. He would have to treasure it. “Well, generally, there’s kissing and removal of clothes.” He paused for a moment before looking over at Sherlock. “Well, then? Come over here.”
Sherlock complied rather quietly, watching John closely. That would never stop being unnerving, he mused. “Okay. I’m here.”
John bit back a sigh of exasperation before putting his hands on either side of Sherlock’s face and bringing it closer, amused to feel the other man’s pulse quickening a little. He pressed their lips together, trying to start off gently. Sherlock was a quick study, he noted as their kiss turned into something more unpredictable but exceptionally more entertaining.
*
John curled lazily on his side, letting the after effects of sex run over him. It had been a little while since the last time he’d had sex and quite a while since the last time it was with another man. Sherlock made a content noise next to him and murmured, “I think we can find ourselves in this position more often. For scientific research, of course.”
John smiled, glancing at his friend…or whatever he was supposed to call him. “Hmm…Yes. For scientific research. Of course.”