Fill 2/? S/J MPREG
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October 23 2011, 03:31:35 UTC
"I'm trying," Sherlock said, annoyed that she couldn't see that, but willing to defer to her medical expertise. "What else should I be doing?"
She shook her head slightly. "Sherlock, just look at him."
"I've done little else in the past twelve hours," Sherlock muttered, but complied. John was lying on his side, soft baggy track bottoms on, his chest bare in the warm room. He was slightly damp, and his fingers twined restlessly in the sheets.
"He's in pain," Sherlock said.
"Look just at his face. Forget the rest." The tone Sarah was taking with him was uncomfortably familiar-- it was the tone he took with John when John wasn't seeing something obvious.
He complied. John's eyes were glassy, fluttering shut as another contraction started. He goraned, worrying his lip in between his teeth. The contraction passed and he opened his eyes, shuddering. Focusing on his face alone, Sherlock realised he didn't look in pain so much as painfully aroused.
"Oh god."
"Exactly. You can go give him some relief. We won't watch. We'll just monitor his heart rate and the baby's heart rate as well."
"Which to my brother might as well be as good as watching," Sherlock muttered.
"Do you care at this point?"
"No." The answer was instantaneous.
"Good. Go. If you see his perineum bulging, call us at once." She walked off down the hall to where the next bedroom was, set up now with monitors and other medical equipment.
Sherlock tried to will his own heart to stop pounding as he walked back to John.
Instead of sitting next to him he laid himself down beside John, curled around his back. He cupped the back of John's head in one hand, and leaned towards him, brushing his lips against John's partially open mouth. He was surprised when both of John's hands came up to grab his head, holding Sherlock close, tongue pressing against his lips. Sherlock deepened the kiss, one hand running over John's chest, then lower. John groaned into Sherlock's mouth as Sherlock traced the swell of John's belly.
John pushed him away. "Get your shirt off. I need to feel you."
Sherlock sat up, undid his shirt buttons and tossed it away, then slid down on his side, pulling John close. He slipped his left arm under John's neck, cradling his head as they kissed again. When Sherlock lifted his head to take a deep breath John spoke.
"Touch my cock. Please."
Sherlock placed his hand on John's bellow below the heart monitor and slipped his hand beneath the loose trousers, shocked to find John's cock was curving up towards his protruding stomach.
"You're hard," he said, wrapping his fingers around the shaft.
She shook her head slightly. "Sherlock, just look at him."
"I've done little else in the past twelve hours," Sherlock muttered, but complied. John was lying on his side, soft baggy track bottoms on, his chest bare in the warm room. He was slightly damp, and his fingers twined restlessly in the sheets.
"He's in pain," Sherlock said.
"Look just at his face. Forget the rest." The tone Sarah was taking with him was uncomfortably familiar-- it was the tone he took with John when John wasn't seeing something obvious.
He complied. John's eyes were glassy, fluttering shut as another contraction started. He goraned, worrying his lip in between his teeth. The contraction passed and he opened his eyes, shuddering. Focusing on his face alone, Sherlock realised he didn't look in pain so much as painfully aroused.
"Oh god."
"Exactly. You can go give him some relief. We won't watch. We'll just monitor his heart rate and the baby's heart rate as well."
"Which to my brother might as well be as good as watching," Sherlock muttered.
"Do you care at this point?"
"No." The answer was instantaneous.
"Good. Go. If you see his perineum bulging, call us at once." She walked off down the hall to where the next bedroom was, set up now with monitors and other medical equipment.
Sherlock tried to will his own heart to stop pounding as he walked back to John.
Instead of sitting next to him he laid himself down beside John, curled around his back. He cupped the back of John's head in one hand, and leaned towards him, brushing his lips against John's partially open mouth. He was surprised when both of John's hands came up to grab his head, holding Sherlock close, tongue pressing against his lips. Sherlock deepened the kiss, one hand running over John's chest, then lower. John groaned into Sherlock's mouth as Sherlock traced the swell of John's belly.
John pushed him away. "Get your shirt off. I need to feel you."
Sherlock sat up, undid his shirt buttons and tossed it away, then slid down on his side, pulling John close. He slipped his left arm under John's neck, cradling his head as they kissed again. When Sherlock lifted his head to take a deep breath John spoke.
"Touch my cock. Please."
Sherlock placed his hand on John's bellow below the heart monitor and slipped his hand beneath the loose trousers, shocked to find John's cock was curving up towards his protruding stomach.
"You're hard," he said, wrapping his fingers around the shaft.
"Yeah." John arched into the touch.
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