50 Reasons to Have Sex- Reason 40: Called/texted the wrong person but he was into it anyway
Title: Reason 40: Called/texted the wrong person but she was into it anyway
Series: 50 Reasons To Have Sex
Author: mystic7194
Fandom: BBC Sherlock
Spoilers:None
Pairing: John/Surprise
Length:645 words
Rating: PG
Warning: implications of sex, drunkenness, implied drunken sex
Summary: In one of the episodes of How I Met Your Mother the character create a list of 50 reasons to have sex. So I’ve written a fic for every reason. The fics are mostly slash and are from several different fandoms including (but not limited to) BBC Sherlock, Supernatural, Grimm, and Glee. Most fics stand alone.
In this chapter John attempts to text Sherlock him feelings but things don’t go as planned.
Masterpost
AN: This takes place sometime in 1.3 between meeting Jim and the pool scene.
Sherlock hasn’t had a case in nearly two weeks which has made the detective bored and rather irritable. As usual, this resulted in John bearing the brunt of his stormy mood. He would come home to acid burns on the rug and bullet holes in the walls. When John is home Sherlock ignores him in favor of sulking on the couch in his bathrobe. But that changes when John leaves the flat. Some days he’ll barely make it too blocks before receiving a text from Sherlock. The texts range from “Bored” to “Pick up sulfur” to “Why are you so dull?” Most days John will turn his cellphone on at the end of his shift at the clinic to find dozens of messages. However, when he finally returns to Baker Street Sherlock is back to ignoring him.
John wonders why he puts up with Sherlock. Then he remembers that he’s besotted with his flatmate. He loves running through the streets of London chasing criminals and solving crimes beside the genius detective.
But the love and awe John feels for Sherlock doesn’t stop him from wanting to strangle the other man. So when Lestrade invites him to the pub John welcomes the chance to relax. In fact he welcomes it a bit too enthusiastically.
“Are you drunk?” Lestrade asks. John is having trouble walking straight and has begun slurring his words. If he isn’t drunk already, he’s teetering on the edge of inebriation.
“Maybe,” John answers with a too wide smile. “Maybe I just want a break from my problems.”
Lestrade ‘hms’ like a man used to listening to drunken ramblings.
“Or problem,” John continues taking a deep drink from his beer. “One tall, thin, curly-haired, gorgeous, irritating, detective-shaped problem. Some days I can’t decide whether to kiss him or strangle him.”
“Maybe you should tell him, mate,” Greg says clapping John on the shoulder as he heads to the bar to get another beer.
“I think I will,” John replies aloud even though Greg is already gone. He chugs the rest of his beer for a bit of liquid courage and pulls out his mobile. After that his memory gets a little hazy.
----***----
John wakes up to the sun streaming through the window. He groans as his hangover begins to make itself known. He rolls over and realizes that this isn’t his bed. His first thought is that it might be Sherlock’s bed. Maybe his confession of love went really well. His dismisses the thought. The rug isn’t covered in acid burns and it’s too pink to be Sherlock’s room. How did his confession of love for Sherlock end up with him in a stranger’s bed?
Then the rest of last night suddenly comes back to him. John had typed out a heartfelt confession of love and friendship. He thought he’d sent the text to Sherlock but soon after Jim, Molly’s boyfriend from St. Bart’s IT department, arrived at the pub.
“I’m surprised to hear from you Johnny-boy,” the effeminate man had said. “I didn’t know you felt that way. Why don’t you come back to my flat and we can talk some more.” John had been so drunk that he just went with it. They headed back to Jim’s flat but hadn’t done much talking. The sex had been surprisingly good.
He hears Jim moving around in the other room singing quietly. From the sound of pots and pans banging, it seems like he’s making breakfast. The kitchen is between the bedroom and the door so there’s no way John can leave without being noticed. Not that he was the sort of man to do that anyway. John lays back down and tries to prepare himself for a rather awkward morning after discussion.
It gets even more awkward when Jim reveals that he’s going to kidnap John and strap him in semtex.
AN: Mircosoft word doesn’t like how I spelled “semtex” and the first spelling correction is semen. I thought you guys would get a kick out of that. Please leave me a review. It’s almost the weekend so hopefully I’ll get some writing done and fix the master post. Also, in my headcannon Jim is great at sex (that’s why Molly stayed with him).
Series: 50 Reasons To Have Sex
Author: mystic7194
Fandom: BBC Sherlock
Spoilers:None
Pairing: John/Surprise
Length:645 words
Rating: PG
Warning: implications of sex, drunkenness, implied drunken sex
Summary: In one of the episodes of How I Met Your Mother the character create a list of 50 reasons to have sex. So I’ve written a fic for every reason. The fics are mostly slash and are from several different fandoms including (but not limited to) BBC Sherlock, Supernatural, Grimm, and Glee. Most fics stand alone.
In this chapter John attempts to text Sherlock him feelings but things don’t go as planned.
Masterpost
AN: This takes place sometime in 1.3 between meeting Jim and the pool scene.
Sherlock hasn’t had a case in nearly two weeks which has made the detective bored and rather irritable. As usual, this resulted in John bearing the brunt of his stormy mood. He would come home to acid burns on the rug and bullet holes in the walls. When John is home Sherlock ignores him in favor of sulking on the couch in his bathrobe. But that changes when John leaves the flat. Some days he’ll barely make it too blocks before receiving a text from Sherlock. The texts range from “Bored” to “Pick up sulfur” to “Why are you so dull?” Most days John will turn his cellphone on at the end of his shift at the clinic to find dozens of messages. However, when he finally returns to Baker Street Sherlock is back to ignoring him.
John wonders why he puts up with Sherlock. Then he remembers that he’s besotted with his flatmate. He loves running through the streets of London chasing criminals and solving crimes beside the genius detective.
But the love and awe John feels for Sherlock doesn’t stop him from wanting to strangle the other man. So when Lestrade invites him to the pub John welcomes the chance to relax. In fact he welcomes it a bit too enthusiastically.
“Are you drunk?” Lestrade asks. John is having trouble walking straight and has begun slurring his words. If he isn’t drunk already, he’s teetering on the edge of inebriation.
“Maybe,” John answers with a too wide smile. “Maybe I just want a break from my problems.”
Lestrade ‘hms’ like a man used to listening to drunken ramblings.
“Or problem,” John continues taking a deep drink from his beer. “One tall, thin, curly-haired, gorgeous, irritating, detective-shaped problem. Some days I can’t decide whether to kiss him or strangle him.”
“Maybe you should tell him, mate,” Greg says clapping John on the shoulder as he heads to the bar to get another beer.
“I think I will,” John replies aloud even though Greg is already gone. He chugs the rest of his beer for a bit of liquid courage and pulls out his mobile. After that his memory gets a little hazy.
----***----
John wakes up to the sun streaming through the window. He groans as his hangover begins to make itself known. He rolls over and realizes that this isn’t his bed. His first thought is that it might be Sherlock’s bed. Maybe his confession of love went really well. His dismisses the thought. The rug isn’t covered in acid burns and it’s too pink to be Sherlock’s room. How did his confession of love for Sherlock end up with him in a stranger’s bed?
Then the rest of last night suddenly comes back to him. John had typed out a heartfelt confession of love and friendship. He thought he’d sent the text to Sherlock but soon after Jim, Molly’s boyfriend from St. Bart’s IT department, arrived at the pub.
“I’m surprised to hear from you Johnny-boy,” the effeminate man had said. “I didn’t know you felt that way. Why don’t you come back to my flat and we can talk some more.” John had been so drunk that he just went with it. They headed back to Jim’s flat but hadn’t done much talking. The sex had been surprisingly good.
He hears Jim moving around in the other room singing quietly. From the sound of pots and pans banging, it seems like he’s making breakfast. The kitchen is between the bedroom and the door so there’s no way John can leave without being noticed. Not that he was the sort of man to do that anyway. John lays back down and tries to prepare himself for a rather awkward morning after discussion.
It gets even more awkward when Jim reveals that he’s going to kidnap John and strap him in semtex.
AN: Mircosoft word doesn’t like how I spelled “semtex” and the first spelling correction is semen. I thought you guys would get a kick out of that. Please leave me a review. It’s almost the weekend so hopefully I’ll get some writing done and fix the master post. Also, in my headcannon Jim is great at sex (that’s why Molly stayed with him).