Overflow Post
This post is for responding to prompts from prompt posts that are full, or continuing WIPs that have already been started but the prompt post is now full or near to full.
PLEASE POST ALL NEW FILLS TO THE NEW OVERFLOW POST!( Read more... )
PLEASE POST ALL NEW FILLS TO THE NEW OVERFLOW POST!( Read more... )
Original prompt was here:
http://sherlockbbc-fic.livejournal.com/5880.html?thread=21264120#t21264120
Sherlock doesn't masturbate by using his hands, but by putting something between his legs and humping it.
:::
Before the show officially begins, here, have some anonymous author notes:
There were a lot of good suggestions as to what Sherlock was humping, I was particularly fond of 'John's head', but I chose a much more predictable and easy route. I hope the OP will enjoy if he/she finds his/her way over here.
I am not a native speaker of English and although I've read this numerous times, it's getting late and I am not infallible at all, so if you see some horrible mistakes or if I spontaneously induced a threesome by writing 'Jim' instead of 'him' (again), please tell me! I know I can't change it here, but if I decide to de-anon one day, it will look better then.
Now please, have some... personal gratification. Sherlock style.
Reply
As months went by, Sherlock became more and more easily aroused, to his utter dismay. It felt like he had blown up a dam and that his libido was now flowing as freely as water; destroying his capacity to think as easily as water destroys a forest in its catastrophic wake. It’s why he found himself ascending the stairs one morning after John had left to have breakfast with his sister. John had woken up late, had jumped in the shower and had gotten down the stairs wearing only a tight fitting pair of pants to rummage through the bag he had brought back from the Launderette the day before and hadn’t bothered to bring up to his room. Sherlock had watched the scene unfold from his comfortable position on the sofa and had managed to remain calm and unruffled while his eyes had detailed John’s strong muscles under what looked like a very comfortable stomach, the very impressive bulge in his pants, the powerful thighs sprinkled with golden hair, the curve of his arse as he had bent down to reach into the bag… It had lasted no longer than forty seconds, but Sherlock had reacted as naturally as Pavlov’s dog and instantly his thoughts had drifted upstairs. When John had finally closed the door of their flat behind him, Sherlock hadn’t even tried to convince himself that it wasn’t going to happen; he got up and made his way up to John’s bedroom.
He was half hard already when he entered the room and breathed in the scent of John that impregnated the place. For the first time since he had started to indulge in that blissful pleasure of his, John’s bed was undone and Sherlock silently thanked whatever had made John late that morning, causing him to leave in a hurry without organising the covers. The sheets were tangled, John’s sleeping form could still easily be imagined among the mess of covers and, when Sherlock sat on the bed, he realised it was still warm. Taking a deep breath that the arousal was making shaky, he lay down on his side and buried his face in the cotton sheets that smelled very strongly of John with a small hint of night sweat; he had most likely tossed and turned a lot in his sleep.
Reply
When the need to thrust into the mattress became too strong to ignore, Sherlock turned his attention to the reason he sneaked up in John’s bedroom so often, what kept him coming again and again (pun very much intended, but Sherlock could forgive himself; the only thing occupying his mind was the pleasure already sparkling through his body without any stimulation other than the one he was providing with his brain). He turned his head and looked at John’s very large body pillow that had been half thrown off the bed. The blue pillow had been a recommendation of John’s physiotherapist; sleeping with his left arm wrapped around it helped ease the pressure off his wounded shoulder and helped with the pain he sometimes felt when he woke up. John had been embarrassed to buy an object usually advertised to pregnant women, hence his choice of a blue one; obviously the most masculine option, but all embarrassment had been thrown out the window when he had realised how beneficial the pillow actually was and when he had moved in to 221b Baker Street, the pillow had moved in with him and Sherlock’s fascination for the thing had begun. However, John wasn’t aware that his flatmate also found the body pillow very, very beneficial.
Sherlock rolled onto his side, kicked off his pyjama bottoms and dragged the object of his fascination back onto the bed. His heart rate was already abnormally fast as he straddled the pillow and lowered his torso until he could nuzzle it, once again getting drunk on the scent that was pure John. He could feel his cock trapped between his stomach and the fabric, and he teased himself by shifting his hips up and down to feel the reward of a soft friction. For a few minutes, he was content to slowly rub his cock up and down, up and down, on the pillow, imagining a soft belly and a trail of golden hair getting darker the closer they were to what he supposed was John’s fairly large and thick cock. When the urge got stronger, he squeezed the pillow tighter with his thighs and sat up straight, his toes almost touching behind him as his arse ground into the fluffy material. He could feel the muscles in his shoulders and back stretching as his thrusts became more powerful and he ground with more intent. Then, when the pressure was almost unbearable, he braced himself on his knees and arms so he could lift his arse up, his cock hovering an inch away from the pillow as the sound of his laboured breathing filled the room, his ears, his mind.
He resumed his very slow tantalizing up and down motions, his cock barely touching the pillow, and he kept that rhythm until his heartbeat slowed down a little; the point of this intimate ritual wasn’t to immediately rut frantically against the pillow like an animal and come within five minutes; he wanted to enjoy it, to make it last, to immerse himself in the sensations until he could almost believe that John was writhing under him.
Reply
He was starting to sweat with the effort, his curls falling in front of his closed eyes, but he ignored it and he gripped the pillow tighter in front of him, offering more support as his weight shifted to find a better angle. Gritting his teeth, he made a few very quick movements with his hips that broke some of the control he had left and elicited his first moan, a moan that he pretended John had just made. In response, Sherlock pressed his cock harder against John’s imaginary length and he rode the pillow with more force, ignoring the fact that his biceps were starting to shake to concentrate on the fire in his thighs, the tickling feeling in his arse, particularly around his hole that he imagined John was teasing with a single adventurous finger. His coccyx felt like it was on fire and it was spreading upwards as his spinal column curved languorously. By then, he had abandoned all efforts to regulate his breathing and he was panting shamelessly, which aroused him even more. He knew that he was getting close; the burning feeling had escalated to his lumbar vertebrae and he could feel a very familiar tightening in his balls. His cock was now leaking profusely and there was a large wet patch on the pillowcase that he pictured was the product of John’s dripping member.
He knew his release was close when the unbearable pleasure reached his lower thoracic vertebrae and, in order to feel more of John pressed against him, he lowered himself until his chest was resting on the pillow. He spread his legs wider, keeping his knees bent in 90 degrees angles, he grabbed the headboard and started rutting desperately, finally working towards an orgasm he knew would be nothing less than mind blowing. Using his whole body to push himself up and down again and again, he still managed to move gracefully despite his animalistic position and his curled toes pushing with all their strength as he screamed into the pillow, hoping to muffle the frantic sounds he couldn’t hold back.
When he came, it was with such force that he felt like his orgasm was being ripped away from him. His whole body stilled, save for small involuntary tremors in his arse and thighs, his eyes rolled back and his mouth opened wide as a strangled cry escaped his lips. Then, as spurts of semen shot out of his cock, his hips gave a few small and involuntary thrusts into the pillow and he didn’t stop until the last drop of semen had left his body. For long minutes afterwards, he lay panting still wrapped around the pillow and seemingly unaware that he was resting in a mess of come. He always took some time to enjoy the contentment and bliss that came afterwards, the calm and quiet before his brain kicked in again.
After a while, he got up to scrub the pillowcase vigorously with a wet cloth and replaced it in its previous position where it would dry during the day, no traces remaining when John would go to bed. He picked up his pyjama bottoms and went to their shared bathroom to have a long shower where, exhausted, he slumped down against the wall while water washed the remaining incriminating traces of his indulgence. When he turned the shower off, he heard some noise downstairs: John was back. He was back way earlier than Sherlock had anticipated; something must have gone wrong with his sister. With his cheeks and chest still flushed - but that could have been attributed to she shower - he put his pyjama trousers back on and went downstairs to inquire about what had happened, forgetting that his t-shirt was still on the floor of John’s bedroom.
Reply
Reply
Reply
Reply
Reply
(The comment has been removed)
Yes, that last line... I still can't decide if John would be angry that Sherlock' was in his room or glad for the 'flatmate smelling garment' laying on his bedroom floor...
Reply
Reply
Not that I'm saying I will write a sequel (the brain writes what it wants to write, I am but a slave), but just so I can put the idea on my back burner and see what happens; what do you imagine would happen next?
Reply
Since I don't think Mycroft will let anons post images, here is the link to a still from the episode in question: Liz, James Franco, and Kimiko-tan.
Or, if it ends here, my imagination will happily run wild in those directions and more and think about what might be! Thanks, Filler-Anon!
(Also, really, Mycroft? A lowercase iota?)
Reply
When he sees the shirt he probably won't know what had happened (if the pillow is still wet he'll think he's being exposed to substances, er, different substances than he thinks, John, it's only semen.)when he learns what happened, he definitely won't understand why. Probably will think that Sherlock just gets off on invading people's privacy and imagines Sherlock breaking into lots of places to bring himself off and thinks that this is revenge for throwing out an experiment or some such.
Maaaybe the whole sequel would be could be John yelling at Sherlock while Sherlock looks on and gets flashes from his imagination of them together, all while trying to talk John down without scaring him away forever.
You got me anon, I don't know how a sequel to this would go, besides that it would be everything this fandom needs: (1) awkward Sherlock (2) who knows he wants John (3) John who's still in flat mate mode and doesn't know he's starring in a romance or a porn as the case may be. I don't know why I need that last point, but I do, I guess it evens them out a little bit, John has all this emotional intelligence that Sherlock lacks, so there's a balance to having Sherlock be certain of his crush on John and John to be unaware of either of their feelings. Of course if you want John to already be harboring a full blown crush that he's hiding but understands entirely, I cannot deny you. I guess.
Reply
Reply
Can totally see John being like "Sherlock's shirt? Why?" and trying to deduce the hell out of it and getting it all wrong. It's so hot and yet sweet at the same time. Squee! You just made me so very happy!
Reply
Leave a comment