Fic: Blow-by-blow (4/7)

[anarion]

Have a short intermezzo in the 'Blowjobs for science' series.


Title: Intermezzo - Blown off
Words: 575
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: none
Pairings : Sherlock/John
Beta: the wonderful verityburns
Disclaimer: Sadly the characters are not mine and no money is made (that would be sooo cool!).

Summary: 'Blow-by-blow is the follow-up series for my blowjob 221B which can be found here.



Previous chapter here

Intermezzo - Blown off


“John, can I ask you something?”

John raised his head from the medical article he was reading in the living room. Sherlock had been working on something in the kitchen, but was now walking towards him with a determined look.

“Of course.”

“It has to do with the case. And the... um, lessons.”

John swallowed, but Sherlock had this special face that showed he was puzzled by something. So no immediate need to get excited.

“OK, I’m listening.”

Sherlock sat down on the sofa and looked at him for a few seconds before speaking.

“Why are you doing this? I mean, what is in it for you?”

John was speechless for a moment, his brain shouting ‘Danger! Danger!’

“You said you needed help.”

That sounded lame even to his own ears and Sherlock just looked at him, clearly not believing that this was the only reason. So John decided to add a little honesty.

“First: I’ve always liked to give blow jobs. It’s a very heady feeling to be able to turn someone into a speechless begging mass of want, especially someone as controlled, eloquent and rational as you.

“Second: This is only part in our relationship I have control over, well except from getting you to eat or sleep sometimes and patch you up.

“Third: I know you. You would have gone somewhere else to get your knowledge had I refused. I don’t want you to be used or exploited by anybody.”

“Plus, it arouses you.” It was not a question.

“Yes. You are very handsome and seriously sexy after all.”

Sherlock seemed stunned for a second, then he shook it off.

“But you never ask for anything in return.”

“No, and I never will.”

That was the last thing he wanted. Well, to be honest, it was pretty much all he wanted, but John knew that he would reveal himself the moment Sherlock lay a hand on him, would reveal everything: his desire, his longing, his love.

Even if he could stop himself from babbling while whatever Sherlock had in mind lasted (and he wasn’t sure he could) there was absolutely no way he could stop shouting Sherlock’s name while coming.

Which was what made him sure that this was merely for science on Sherlock’s part. He never said John’s name. He just used his mouth for his education. Oh, he enjoyed it, but there was nothing wrong in combining business with pleasure, was there?

“But what if I wanted to do it?”

Oh God, help me!

“No.”

“John, why are you so difficult? You know that the body is just transport. It doesn’t have to mean anything. But I might learn something from it. And help you to get... relief.”

Sherlock rose to his feet and knelt down in front of him, putting his hands on John’s knees. John tried to move back, but the chair back stopped him.

He grabbed the armrest and tried to get a grip, while his body shouted ‘Yes, oh yes, those hands! Please, oh please, touch me.’

John took a deep breath and turned his arousal into anger.

“I said ‘No’.”

“But...”

John got up, brushing off Sherlock’s hands in the process, and went towards the door.

“No ‘But’, Sherlock. Just no. Never going to happen.”

And he left without turning to look at his flatmate again. As a result, he missed the look of hurt and rejection on Sherlock’s face.


Next chapter here

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AN: Sorry for blue-balling you, the next chapter will follow soon! Sherlock is in for a surprise! :D

Also: Ellie? See the icon? *smoochies*




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