Sweet The Sting (3/?)
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March 6 2011, 04:40:47 UTC
John sighed heavily.
There was a long, heavy silence.
At last, John spoke, eyes darting about, "There is...one way..."
"This is something actually helpful, I hope?"
John's response was mumbled so deeply under his breath that Sherlock's head fell back, eyes on the ceiling as he let out a long aggrieved groan, "John, please, it's been a very trying day. The least you could do is speak clearly."
"...me."
"What was that?"
John closed his eyes, spoke again on a whispered breath, "Me. I...I could do it."
Sherlock blinked, positive he had must have misheard, "You?"
"Yes." John took in a deep breath, opened his eyes to meet Sherlock's, stirring up all the courage he could muster, "I could take care of it for you."
"You want to-?"
"It would be strictly professional, you understand? I'm am a Doctor, so-"
"So, what? You're offering me a medicinal handjob?"
"Can you please stop saying that word?"
"...medicinal blowjob, then?"
"Sherlock!"
"What?"
John rubbed at his face, "This is crazy."
"I agree."
"And a bad idea."
"Most assuredly."
"Forget I even mentioned it."
"Forgotten." Sherlock said but as John saw him sitting there, all flushed and twitchy and looking pathetically miserable, he shook his head, cursing lightly before saying "No, no, we can't just...forget it. It's crazy, yeah, but...it's the only option. It's either this or death."
"I chose death."
"Sherlock..."
"Don't worry, all joking aside, I'm sure the eulogy you deliver will be lovely. Don't let Mycroft say a word. Not. One. Word. I want my funeral to have some dignity for god's sake."
"Sherlock," John scooted closer to him, "Let me do this for you. We don't...it'll just stay between us."
"John..."
John, curious, reached out a hand to brush along Sherlock's knee. The sound the other man let out at the merest touch bordered on obscene. He leaned into as if unable to help himself. The contact was brief and when John drew his hand away Sherlock looked almost pained.
"You need this, Sherlock," John replied, trying to fervently ignore how breathless he sounded, "You need me. Please."
Sherlock's eyes drifted closed and he nodded, "Very well."
There was a long, heavy silence.
At last, John spoke, eyes darting about, "There is...one way..."
"This is something actually helpful, I hope?"
John's response was mumbled so deeply under his breath that Sherlock's head fell back, eyes on the ceiling as he let out a long aggrieved groan, "John, please, it's been a very trying day. The least you could do is speak clearly."
"...me."
"What was that?"
John closed his eyes, spoke again on a whispered breath, "Me. I...I could do it."
Sherlock blinked, positive he had must have misheard, "You?"
"Yes." John took in a deep breath, opened his eyes to meet Sherlock's, stirring up all the courage he could muster, "I could take care of it for you."
"You want to-?"
"It would be strictly professional, you understand? I'm am a Doctor, so-"
"So, what? You're offering me a medicinal handjob?"
"Can you please stop saying that word?"
"...medicinal blowjob, then?"
"Sherlock!"
"What?"
John rubbed at his face, "This is crazy."
"I agree."
"And a bad idea."
"Most assuredly."
"Forget I even mentioned it."
"Forgotten." Sherlock said but as John saw him sitting there, all flushed and twitchy and looking pathetically miserable, he shook his head, cursing lightly before saying "No, no, we can't just...forget it. It's crazy, yeah, but...it's the only option. It's either this or death."
"I chose death."
"Sherlock..."
"Don't worry, all joking aside, I'm sure the eulogy you deliver will be lovely. Don't let Mycroft say a word. Not. One. Word. I want my funeral to have some dignity for god's sake."
"Sherlock," John scooted closer to him, "Let me do this for you. We don't...it'll just stay between us."
"John..."
John, curious, reached out a hand to brush along Sherlock's knee. The sound the other man let out at the merest touch bordered on obscene. He leaned into as if unable to help himself. The contact was brief and when John drew his hand away Sherlock looked almost pained.
"You need this, Sherlock," John replied, trying to fervently ignore how breathless he sounded, "You need me. Please."
Sherlock's eyes drifted closed and he nodded, "Very well."
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Mrs Hudson's being their landlady not?
medicinal handjob?
*gets on knees*
You haven't even gotten to the porn and I want to marry you.
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