Fill: Just an old Friend (3/?)
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November 20 2011, 22:10:54 UTC
John left the room and Victor gave Sherlock a meaningful look.
“Is this going to be horribly awkward, Sherlock?” Victor asked uncertainly. He was still clearly uncomfortable after being caught on the sofa with Sherlock. “I could always make an excuse to leave, the man did just catch us snogging.”
“Nonsense,” Sherlock replied stiffly. “I assure you that John is not the judgemental type.”
“No, not judgemental at all...” trailed Victor. “Just embarrassing.”
Sherlock pulled Victor to him, nuzzling his ear. “I forgot what a prude you could be outside the bedroom,” Sherlock murmured into Victor’s ear. “Hrmm...just stay for a bit. I want to finish what we started. It’s been too long, Victor. And John can take the hint, there is a bar nearby if he can’t handle the sounds we make.”
“When you put it that way,” conceded Victor before giving Sherlock a quick kiss. “I suppose I can be convinced. I’m getting a real meal out of this at least. Frozen pizza is better than the toast and tinned beans I usually get when I stay over.”
Sherlock made a look of distaste. “Pfft. Digestion distracts the libido. What is the point in trying when you’ll be dead asleep from all the food soporifically clogging up your brain.”
“Keep saying that Sherlock and I assure you there will be no round two, food or no food.”
John came back with the tea and biscuits. Victor took a sip of the tea and relaxed a bit. John asked about Victor’s job and he explained the research he was doing. Victor was a biochemistry Professor at the University of London. John was a doctor so he could follow most of what Victor was talking about. Victor really was passionate about his lab work, almost singularly obsessed. He was less shy when he spoke about his work and took a lot of pride in it. He spoke about his students and their unrealistic expectations, John could imagine what sort of Professor Victor was and decided that he liked Victor. There was something quietly no-nonsense about him despite his pleasant exterior. It looked like Victor was comfortable enough in John’s presence that John felt he could ask Victor what he was very curious about.
“So, you two have been together since university?”
“Our current arrangement has been going on for two years now, John. Please, just straight forward questions please,” snapped Sherlock. “We don’t need to drag this on longer than we have to with all the niceties.”
John gave Sherlock a look of defensive irritation. “Sherlock, you told me you were married to your work. Excuse me if I’m curious that you actually-“ “Have a sexual partner?” interrupted Sherlock.
“Yes.”
“So tiresome!” Sherlock petulantly exclaimed. “This is exactly why I don’t speak about Trevor. Trevor and I have an agreement. We are friends and occasionally we have sex because we like it. We are just very private people. Can we stop this please? Or do you have more questions?”
Sherlock was on the defensive, John could tell. He sat ramrod straight in his chair and had a defiant gleam in his eye. He was on the edge of a tantrum and John didn’t feel like was up to the sulk that would follow.
“Alright,” replied John a mollifying tone. “You can’t blame me for my curiosity. Just text me when you invite Victor over, yeah? That’s all I ask.”
“Fine, done.”
“You know, I’m still here” interjected Victor. He gave John an apologetic look while he pulled out his phone. “John, how about I text you if I’m coming over? I’m not as shameless as Sherlock I’ll have you know. Just give your mobile number.”
They exchanged phone numbers before Sherlock went to the Kitchen to check on some experiments he had in the mini-fridge, leaving Victor and John sitting awkwardly together.
“Is this going to be horribly awkward, Sherlock?” Victor asked uncertainly. He was still clearly uncomfortable after being caught on the sofa with Sherlock. “I could always make an excuse to leave, the man did just catch us snogging.”
“Nonsense,” Sherlock replied stiffly. “I assure you that John is not the judgemental type.”
“No, not judgemental at all...” trailed Victor. “Just embarrassing.”
Sherlock pulled Victor to him, nuzzling his ear. “I forgot what a prude you could be outside the bedroom,” Sherlock murmured into Victor’s ear. “Hrmm...just stay for a bit. I want to finish what we started. It’s been too long, Victor. And John can take the hint, there is a bar nearby if he can’t handle the sounds we make.”
“When you put it that way,” conceded Victor before giving Sherlock a quick kiss. “I suppose I can be convinced. I’m getting a real meal out of this at least. Frozen pizza is better than the toast and tinned beans I usually get when I stay over.”
Sherlock made a look of distaste. “Pfft. Digestion distracts the libido. What is the point in trying when you’ll be dead asleep from all the food soporifically clogging up your brain.”
“Keep saying that Sherlock and I assure you there will be no round two, food or no food.”
John came back with the tea and biscuits. Victor took a sip of the tea and relaxed a bit. John asked about Victor’s job and he explained the research he was doing. Victor was a biochemistry Professor at the University of London. John was a doctor so he could follow most of what Victor was talking about. Victor really was passionate about his lab work, almost singularly obsessed. He was less shy when he spoke about his work and took a lot of pride in it. He spoke about his students and their unrealistic expectations, John could imagine what sort of Professor Victor was and decided that he liked Victor. There was something quietly no-nonsense about him despite his pleasant exterior. It looked like Victor was comfortable enough in John’s presence that John felt he could ask Victor what he was very curious about.
“So, you two have been together since university?”
“Yes, in varying degrees,” replied Victor. “We weren’t always romantically involved.”
“Our current arrangement has been going on for two years now, John. Please, just straight forward questions please,” snapped Sherlock. “We don’t need to drag this on longer than we have to with all the niceties.”
John gave Sherlock a look of defensive irritation. “Sherlock, you told me you were married to your work. Excuse me if I’m curious that you actually-“
“Have a sexual partner?” interrupted Sherlock.
“Yes.”
“So tiresome!” Sherlock petulantly exclaimed. “This is exactly why I don’t speak about Trevor. Trevor and I have an agreement. We are friends and occasionally we have sex because we like it. We are just very private people. Can we stop this please? Or do you have more questions?”
Sherlock was on the defensive, John could tell. He sat ramrod straight in his chair and had a defiant gleam in his eye. He was on the edge of a tantrum and John didn’t feel like was up to the sulk that would follow.
“Alright,” replied John a mollifying tone. “You can’t blame me for my curiosity. Just text me when you invite Victor over, yeah? That’s all I ask.”
“Fine, done.”
“You know, I’m still here” interjected Victor. He gave John an apologetic look while he pulled out his phone. “John, how about I text you if I’m coming over? I’m not as shameless as Sherlock I’ll have you know. Just give your mobile number.”
They exchanged phone numbers before Sherlock went to the Kitchen to check on some experiments he had in the mini-fridge, leaving Victor and John sitting awkwardly together.
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