Sherlock, Sometimes, we have to Chose
Title: Sometimes, We Have to Chose
Author: Lady
House Genre: Erotic, Romance Pairing
: Sherlock, John
Rating:
NC17 Warnings: Slash, Lemon, for those who want to see, in a bit
Fluff Notes: Written for the p0rn fest # 4
collapsed on a bearskin chair, it was really exhausted. Roam here and there on the streets of London was certainly not his favorite activity. He snorted and closed his eyes, in need of a truce. Sherlock
But no, he makes no mention of being tired, its batteries lasted too absurd, for the tastes of John. As he sat down, the investigative consultant took its fiddle and began to rub the strings with the bow.
As he listened to some improvised note, John opened his eyes, a little annoyed. Those few seconds could barely call for peace, they were interrupted by the sound produced in a sequence designed on the spot.
- Soon you see with Sarah. - Sherlock
He said without even looking.
- Oh no, we have an appointment at Kensington ... -
sank in his chair muttering something I did not get the ear of the dark.
- And you give the hole. -
- No Sherlock, I do not want her hole, I'm just saying he was dead tired. - Sherlock
him worthy of his glance, of course, would continue on his line, was convinced of his opinion concerning the situation of his sentimental.
- Sooner or later, you'll see, too, although not with my brain, your relationship you realize that this is quite a nuisance - The ex-soldier
leaned his cheek on his fist. It was not a call to his liking, because in his heart he knew that the roommate was quite right.
- A normal person ... -
- needing affection and many other things taken for granted that I am not to list. It 's too easy to guess your answer, so boring ... You people get bored never be so obvious? -
The way in which the interrupt was embarrassing, find a valid answer without thinking about it would be too difficult. He said the first thing that came to mind.
- a little ', but you do not have never had a girlfriend? -.
Before you answer, put a hand on the strings, stopping the music now part of the same conversation
- I've already explained, I think. I am married to my job. -
- Yet I am sure that you also have the sexual drive ... - The dark
raised an eyebrow to do with skepticism.
- For me it's painful to admit, as every human being, I have too. Except that unlike the others, I have several. -
- A case to be resolved can not replace sex, Sherlock. - The consultant
detective stood up, quick as if he had just got out of bed. John approached regardless of the curiosity that you could see in his face.
- Wrapped puzzles can not. Get up John. -
He never knew why did so with such determination in what seemed almost an order. Sherlock's face was virtually impossible because of the difference high, but at least the effort was there.
did not know what to expect, but certainly had not expected this, was just right, the other went down to capture her lips with his own.
- There are times ... -
pronounced moving away from the doctor, who was left dazed as if he had just seen a pink elephant flying.
- in which I could not control myself. - Completed
starting to unfasten the belt and brings it down the zipper of his jeans, John did not move an inch. When you slipped one hand under the sweater up to her chest where her nipples squeezed one of the two, jumped. It was the first sound he could produce. If the excitement of Sherlock was invisible in his face, on what John was clear and obvious.
The sweater was pulled with ease, the doctor raised his arms mechanically without thinking twice.
- And stop looking at me as if I had grown two antennas ... -
Still no response from him. Suddenly something came on: the blonde shook his fists on the collar of Sherlock. She got him, the man bent without resistance. John's lips with her match as if they were their perfect fit.
Sherlock let him kiss her in the head with the certainty of being able to demonstrate yet another theory. John squeezed the most, in the language, made his way between his lips. The Moor's left to do that, too, responded to his kiss and put his hands on the shoulders of his friend. It's been too long as they wish, however, was a man damn good at hiding their feelings. It was impossible to believe, but he had none.
John was not sure when they come into the bedroom of Sherlock, but it was not a particularly important right now. Keeping it to himself, took him to the bed, where he sat, he could reach his mouth without having to stand on toes. The lungs
launched a desperate appeal, he left to fill with air.
- I guess now I will try to overpower and rob ... -
For the umpteenth time, the ex-soldier was silent. He had no idea what to say in a situation like that more than embarrassing.
- Are you going to use the language just to explore my mouth? -
Talk, talk, talk.
- Sherlock. Stattene. Shut up. -
For the moment, it seemed that the radio was turned off. Unlike him she did not know what to say, Sherlock talked too much, it was officially driving me crazy.
The unbuttoned his shirt, was a job very fast, took hasty. Nevertheless, when the suit was launched from somewhere undefined, the investigative consultant took over, put John over and kissed him on the neck, collarbone, on the lips moist.
left half finished the job in the living room, John's pants were marched with speed and then thrown to the shirt company. So he pulled out of the way even his own, did not mind where you end up giving a quick glance at the room it can be inferred that there was no big deal.
- Turn around. -
Instantly, red alert went off in the brain of John.
- What, sorry? - The dark
tried not to snort, he hated to repeat things several times.
- Turn around. -
The doctor was shocked, not expecting such a thing. Not Sherlock, or at least not right away.
- Do not you think ... -
- No. Turn around, John -
He stood up on his elbows, "the devil" he mentally said as she turned her back to Sherlock, stiff as a piece of wood. He felt the language of the roommate tickle the nape, the tension in the muscles of the shoulders broke up temporarily.
did not expect that the hands that touched and explored every inch of the body would be so kind, and they were really. The thought that would be nice also later made him feel more comfortable.
Sherlock down the spine, a shiver ran through the entire body of the blond, maybe had a name that his friend was doing with the language that only stopped his run at the coggige. The thrill turned into a blaze.
- Sherlock! -
The Moor's lips were just inches from his ear now.
- You could wait ... - He put
its foul by John Butt, savoring the excitement that flowed from their bodies, seemed to electricity, and perhaps, in some strange parallel universe could be.
- ... This, the first to scream my name? -
began to go inside him, stroking in the meantime, through the maze again - albeit partially - the assets of his mind, the idea that thinking in a very poetic with a little scientific knowledge, their union would create truly electricity. There were two poles, two of them: very different in every respect, but how you attract anions and cations. Inevitable. The doctor
refrained from screaming in pain, initially, just after he had to restrain himself from shouting with joy. Sherlock's pushed in with some force, clung tightly to the headboard, trying to concentrate on that.
Then it became too much, her beloved roommate had touched something that made him cry uncontrollably, which was shouted his name, quite unusual for a man of the 21st century, yet he loved so much to pronounce. Orgasm the other hand, was less aggressive in terms of the sounds uttered, but much more aggressive and painful from the perspective of John that he found himself stuck with ten fingers deeply into the sides.
That would be just the sort of day by unexpected things, John he was fully aware when his body protested the release of Sherlock. She had left a strange feeling of emptiness, but at the same time continued to feel gratified.
Drin, Riiiiiiing
Sherlock rolled down by his friend, lay on its side and looked at him, waiting. John got up on his forearms, glanced at the door left open, the phone kept ringing incessantly.
With a slight creaking of springs, John got out of bed, directed almost at the threshold of the room and turned to the man who still looked at him seriously, but also inhumanly calm the situation as it is not at all in the eyes of the doctor.
- You know who he is. -
was all he said, then realized why John had shifted so sharply to him to let him go. He had been brought before a choice which would not try to condition it in any way. It was hers alone.
The palm of the hand stroked the wood grain, he knew what to choose, was now convinced. The sounds faded only when the room was closed altogether.
smiled at John Sherlock, After all, when one door closes you open a door.
END
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