Fic: Undercover (smut for Verity)
I was mean to verityburns and promised her some porn to get on her good side again.
So this time the ‘nearly everything I write nowadays turns into porn, this did as well’ turned out very convenient.
I hope you like it, sweetie, and I hope it makes you like me again*, too. :)
Title: Undercover
Words: 1429
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: none
Pairings : Sherlock/John
Beta: none
Disclaimer: Sadly the characters are not mine and no money is made (that would be sooo cool!).
Summary: purely pwp and cwc smut. :D
Undercover
“Sherlock, how are we going to get in there?”
They stood in the dark shadow of a huge juniper tree and watched the mansion, every window blazing with light. The night was filled with music and laughter from the terrace and John could see people in elegant clothing moving inside the house.
He turned to look at Sherlock, who watched the scene for a moment and then walked on over the lawn towards the rear of the house. There was a small door that looked like it was leading to a cellar. Before John could ask any question, Sherlock had picked the lock and pulled him inside.
It was completely dark inside. John couldn’t see his own hands, but he felt Sherlock moving away from him.
“Oy. I can’t see a thing,” he whispered. A second later Sherlock was back, took his hand and carefully lead him through the darkness. John had always thought that he had cat’s eyes.
Sherlock opened the door and the two men stepped onto the corridor. Sherlock started opening doors until he found the room he was looking for.
“Changing room for the staff. We will dress as people from the catering service and serve drinks. Best chance we have to find the suspect.”
They entered the room and saw long rows of clothes racks. John found two outfits in their respective sizes and they started to undress, standing between two racks halfway in the room.
They had just started to strip when the door suddenly opened. Both men froze and looked at each other. John was the first to come to his senses and he did the only thing he could come up with: he stepped close to Sherlock and kissed him. Hopefully the person entering would either not notice them or think they were just two men of the staff making out.
Sherlock was completely unresponsive for a few seconds but just as John heard the door shut again and was about to let go of Sherlock, the other man made a soft sound against his lips and grabbed John’s arms.
It was like an electric current suddenly hitting him. Sherlock pressed his body and his lips against John and letting go was no longer an option.
The first minutes the kisses were slow and full of tension until Sherlock opened his mouth and his tongue hesitantly touched John’s lip. Abruptly something snapped in John. He opened his mouth as well and sucked Sherlock’s tongue into it, making the other man jerk and gasps in surprise.
After that things got a little blurry, there were lips, tongues and teeth meeting and then hands touching, hesitantly at first, but getting bolder with every moaned response and then John felt Sherlock press his erection against his hip unconsciously.
Sherlock groaned at the contact, realised what he just did and tried to pull back. John was having none of that, instead he pulled Sherlock closer, intensified their kiss and stood on his toes to press his own hardness against Sherlock’s, drawing a moan from both of them.
John had no idea how much time had passed while they were kissing and touching and moaning, but all of the sudden the door flew open, the lights went on and someone inhaled sharply.
“What the fuck do you guys think you’re doing? You are paid to work, not make out in the staff room. Now get it together and get out. I’ll be back in ten minutes and I don’t want to find your sorry asses still in here. Are we clear?”
And the door slammed shut again. To John’s immense amusement the man had turned the light out again. He snorted.
“John?” Sherlock’s voice was soft and he sounded confused. And a little scared.
John shook his head and gazed at Sherlock who looked positively ravaged: his lips were red, his hair was a mess and his shirt was ripped open (John did not remember this part).
“Want to tell me what the hell just happened? I thought this was not your area.”
“It’s not, I don’t know what happened. Not enough data... What are you doing?”
“Changing the amount of data.” John grinned and put his hands back on Sherlock’s naked chest.
“John.” There was a warning in his voice. And an invitation. John decided to ignore the first.
“What? I certainly cannot concentrate on the case in this state. Let’s not waste our ten minutes.”
And he captured Sherlock’s mouth again. Any resistance in Sherlock melted away like ice in the sun when John sucked on his lower lip and rubbed his hands over Sherlock’s nipples.
He sighed John’s name and John decided to throw all caution to the wind and placed his hand on Sherlock’s cock, making the other man jump and nearly knock out a few of John’s teeth.
John made a soothing noise, wrapped his one hand round Sherlock’s neck and pulled him in for another deep kiss while his other hand opened the other man’s fly and slid into his underwear.
The resulting sound made John shiver and was nearly enough do undo him, so he concentrated on trying to find the right rhythm to get Sherlock to make that sound again.
“John… God, John, we have to stop!“
John could not have stopped even if he wanted to. And right now he really, really didn’t want to. And from the way Sherlock was moaning and thrusting into his hand, stopping was the last thing he wanted to do either.
John felt his orgasm approaching way too fast, this was like being thirteen again, rutting against someone’s thigh in a darkened place.
Sherlock suddenly straightened up, his head fell with a soft thud against the wall and he groaned. His hands were digging into John’s jumper and his hips loosing their rhythm. Then he drew a sharp breath and without exhaling again he managed a hoarse whisper.
“I’m going to... John... so close... Oh!”
John felt him shudder, felt hot fluid pulse against his fingers and thought that the noises Sherlock was making should probably be illegal. He pressed his face against Sherlock’s collarbone to stifle his own shout as he came and for a second he feared that he might pass out.
Sherlock slumped forward against John, who pulled him into a tight embrace, feeling Sherlock’s breath in small sobs on his skin.
When he regained enough of his brain function to register words again, he realised that Sherlock was mumbling apologies into John’s neck.
“What on earth are you apologising for?”
“I... that was probably not what you expected. I mean, there wasn’t anything in it for you. All I did was clutch your jumper.” He sounded mortified.
“Are you kidding? That was amazing. And the most erotic thing I’ve ever seen. And heard. There was no need for you to do anything else.” He took Sherlock’s hand and pressed it against the wet spot of his underwear, so that he could feel his slowly softening cock.
“Oh.”
Sherlock closed his eyes and John smiled while he imagined Sherlock scolding himself for not noticing.
“It’s ok. We can redo this and I promise you will not miss it again. That is, if you want to.”
John suddenly felt a little insecure. But only until Sherlock opened his eyes and looked at him.
“The ten minutes are nearly over, get dressed. We have a suspect to catch.”
Then he felt really bad.
He got dressed and the weight pressing on his heart got heavier every second. He saw that Sherlock was dressed as well and started to make his way for the door, when he suddenly was grabbed and squeezed against the nearest wall.
Sherlock’s face way only inches from John’s and his eyes were shining. He pressed his lips to John’s softly then leaned down to whisper in his ear. The proximity of his body and the words made John shiver.
“I’d like that. I might need a few times until I am able to do anything else than clutch to you, but I am a quick study.”
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AN:
So I missed the deadline to join thegameison_sh again... The challenge this cycle is ‘undercover’ and it inspired me a lot, so I decided to write this little piece even without being in the comm.
*Yes, I know that you are not disliking me right now, but since I already wrote it, maybe you can think of this if I ever manage to make you angry at me? ;)
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