Fic: Sunday Touches

[anarion]

Title: Sunday Touches
Words: 1183
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: none
Pairings : Sherlock/John
Beta: the amazing verityburns
Disclaimer: Sadly the characters are not mine and no money is made (that would be sooo cool!).

Summary: This is a fic for livia_carica's amazing picture (NSFW!!!) and the follow-up to Sunday Sights. For more info see AN below.




Find 'Sunday Sights' here


Sunday Touches


‘So. You like watching. What about touching?’

Sherlock wakes with a start, pulse hammering in his ears, mind still caught up in the dream, cock achingly hard.

The way he woke up every morning since last Sunday.

He closes his eyes and tries to relax. Thinks about the aftermath.

After John had left the room, it took Sherlock a few attempts to get his wobbly legs to do the same. He went to his room and cleaned himself up, listening to John in the shower, and went back to the living room to flop down on the sofa.

He waited for John to come back, trying to look nonchalant while his heart was racing. But when John came back, he just smiled his normal, friendly, harmless smile and asked, “Tea?”

Sherlock still cannot understand. What is John thinking, why are they not talking about this? John always wants to talk about things.

He opens his eyes. Usually he has calmed enough to go about his day by now. Something is different today.

Oh. It’s Sunday.

~°~

It’s five o’clock in the morning, John will still be sleeping for at least three more hours. Something is nagging at his brain, irritating like a splinter under the skin. Something that happened yesterday. It didn’t seem important at the time. What was it?

And then the image hits him. John coming into the living room to say good night, wearing his stripy jumper. And then taking off the jumper and dropping it over his armchair before leaving the room.

John never leaves his clothes lying around in the flat just like that. He is a very tidy person.

Suddenly it all makes sense: John, Sherlock’s coat. Sherlock, John’s jumper. Oh God!

Sherlock presses a hand on his twitching cock and tries to get his breathing back under control. When he stands up, he finds that his legs actually tremble.

He slowly walks over to the sitting room and watches the very innocent looking jumper like a bomb that might go off any second. Then he takes a deep breath, makes a decision and grabs the jumper.

He sheds his dressing gown and his shirt, but can’t get himself to drop his pants as well already. He pulls John’s jumper over his head and drinks in John’s scent.

Then he sits down in the armchair and questioningly eyes the bulge in his pants. Now what?

He tentatively cups it with his hand and squeezes lightly. Mm, that doesn’t feel so bad. He tries it again, with a little bit more pressure this time. Yes, better.





He recalls the image of John. Naked. Maybe this works better without pants? He pulls them down and squeezes again, this time adding a little rub. Oh, definitely better naked.

And now?

He tried masturbating when he was younger (Of course he did. He tries everything.), but it did not seem worth the effort and he lost interest in it. Now he wishes he hadn’t.

His brain is reaching for control and he feels himself losing the momentum and with it his erection.

Suddenly there is another hand covering his, gently pressing. John.

Sherlock tries to open his eyes but can’t, he tries to say something but finds himself incapable of formulating words. The only thing he manages is an open-mouthed moan.

His brain desperately scrambles for higher ground but gets drowned in a flash flood of new information: the feeling of John’s hand on his skin, John’s smell, the sound of John’s breathing, John guiding his hand, John hardening his grip, John, John, John.

Drowning in John is good, it’s peaceful and ecstatic at the same time and oh yes, this is so much better.

“Oh God!”

Sherlock’s head falls back and he arches into their combined touch. John is setting the pace and Sherlock feels himself rolling his hips to meet the friction of their hands and this feels like he is flying, so he grabs the armrest with his free hand to keep a grip on reality.

His fingertips touch the hole he burned into the cover a few weeks back with his acid experiment, John was furious, and where did he put the vials with the...

John’s free hand takes his own tenderly and with that small gesture effectively shuts out Sherlock’s brain again.

He can once more concentrate on John’s touch, his hand is moving, his thumb is suddenly flicking over Sherlock’s glans, making him yell and his hips jerk. John is pressing his hand on the armrest so hard that his knuckles are probably white.

Sherlock hears himself make the needy whimpers again – no wait, this time it’s John.

Then the pressure of John’s hand on his cock lifts. Oh no, I can’t do this on my own, please don’t leave me alone in this, I don’t even like to masturbate, I can’t, it’s not good...

John’s finger slowly strokes his balls, which very effectively stops his panic at once. He feels John’s hand shake before it is removed again and he realises that John very, very much wants to touch, wants to take over, wants to show Sherlock what he can do to him (holding himself back, that’s why he is crushing Sherlock’s other hand), but even more he wants to look.

Sherlock remembers last Sunday, how incredible it felt to watch John fall apart. Now John wants to watch and he gave Sherlock the means to make John feel what he experienced last week.

He imagines looking down on the two of them from above, himself stretched out in the armchair, John crouched down beside it, watching Sherlock get off, the only contact between them now their two clasped hands.

He can feel John’s body rocking slightly, he is touching himself, his ragged breath and moans reaching Sherlock like a tidal wave – growing stronger with each stroke.

And he realises that he can do this, not for his own benefit, but for John’s.

So he keeps stroking, flicking his thumb, as John did, every now and then, rocking his hips and moaning; clinging to John’s hand and his groans and it actually feels good, oh so good.

He can feel the orgasm building inside him, he is so close, but something is holding him back, it almost hurts now. John, help me, please, I can’t, so close, I don’t know how, John...

And then John suddenly sobs, “Sherlock, oh fuck, Sherlock!” and a jolt of... something... shoots through his body, he arches off the chair, his only contact to reality John’s hand in his and...

“I’m coming. Oh, I’m coming. John!”

... everything explodes in white light.

He can hear John echo his cry and it feels almost like coming again.

He slowly returns to reality when John starts moving, lets go of his hand and there is a rustling noise, but Sherlock can’t move yet.

John leans closer – what is he doing? – then Sherlock feels dry lips pressed on his forehead, hears John whisper, “Thank you.”

When he manages to open his eyes, he is alone. Was that just a dream?


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AN: This is set in the same verse as Sunday, the story verityburns lovingly calls 'The brain-melter'. That was supposed to be a one-shot, but then I saw this amazing picture (NSFW!!!) by livia_carica and I couldn't stop myself. So there was a second part. :)

Then I thought that this definitely needed another part, which I would write if Livia drew another pic. And she did!!! So my formerly one-shot now has three parts. Deal with it. :P

Smoochies to Verity for her lightning-fast beta skills!




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Comments

[livia-carica.livejournal.com]

"Suddenly there is another hand covering his, gently pressing. John."

The noise I made when John turned up scared my dog. Oh, my God, but this sort of insane hotness shouldn't be allowed. Except it should because... I don't know. I'm rambling. You might actually have broken my brain. o.O

Brilliant. :D

[anarion.livejournal.com]

First I made you scare the dog and then I broke your brain? Oh boy.

I am very happy that you liked it! :D

[ledasdaughter.livejournal.com]

well good morning Sherlock. heh.

and yes, brain melting quality was definitely achieved :p <3

[chocolamousse.livejournal.com]

Was that just a dream?
Aaargh, don't tell me it was, I'm dying with all this UST. You really MUST write a sequel, you can't leave us them like that !

John always wants to talk about things.
Well, I want them to talk about it too and Verity ALWAYS want them to talk about their feelings and you should try to please your beta so for God's sake what do you wait for ??? AND BY THE WAY WHERE IS THE SEQUEL TO BLOWN OFF ????

*tears her hair out with stress*

Then he sits down in the armchair and questioningly eyes the bulge in his pants. Now what?
What a shame we're not in Verity's The Things You Hide, the story where cocks can speak (well, they twitch a 'thank you' at least), because the cock would answer and we all know what it would say, so, Anarion, do something ! :D

[verityburns.livejournal.com]

You mad, mad woman! What are you doing in January? Any chance of popping over the channel to London for the weekend? xx

[verityburns.livejournal.com]

I really feel like I should just stop buying lottery tickets, since clearly I have used up a years worth of luck in getting to see this stuff early.

Although, the downside is I can't then immediately squee about it with other people and be all 'Oh, you know the bit where...', 'OMG, YES!'... 'Oooh, that was SO good!' etc, etc.

As I've said to you before, my dear, you just get better and better. And I love the choice of a rocket launch type thing for your mood picture. Stunningly appropriate, as always :D

[anarion.livejournal.com]

And I love the choice of a rocket launch type thing for your mood picture. Stunningly appropriate, as always :D
And I never even thought about that. I'm a genius! *lol*

[little-seahorse.livejournal.com]

Have just read all three stories.
I have nothing to say except
HNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNG

and
GOD DAMN.

I'll be in my bunk. For a week.

[lillianone.livejournal.com]

Any more room in that bunk? I broke mine...

That was positively flustering!

[arianedevere.livejournal.com]

And he realises that he can do this, not for his own benefit, but for John’s.

*sobs*

Gorgeous.

[anarion.livejournal.com]

Oh no. *pats gently*

Thanks for the comment and another one of your amazing icons! <3

[baka-yu.livejournal.com]

I just sat here for a few minutes stupidly watching the cursor blink. That is what you do to it. Do it more! ;)

[sheima.livejournal.com]

Need more. Seriously.

[solrosan.livejournal.com]

Pen-killer.... I should know better by now than to read your writing at the library ;)

[sabrinaphynn.livejournal.com]

Ok... (attempts to rise from melted puddle of goo, for the third time...)
Nope. Didn't work. Still goo.
EVENTUALLY they are going to have to talk about this... But I do wonder if that is not half of the appeal, the ...dare I say, the um... Mystery?
And you owe me a new pair of knickers, now, I think mine just spontaneously combusted... But on the plus side, no need to turn on the heat this am.
Thanks!

[ellie_hell.livejournal.com]

Oh wow. Welcome back to your muse! That was scorchingly hot, and I'm pretty glad I didn't decide to read that in public (although I think I've learned my lesson). I love that Sherlock has been dreaming about "last Sunday" all week, but why didn't John want to talk? Is he training Sherlock to be constantly hard on Sundays?

I can easily imagine John saying goodnight, and then taking his jumper off(!!!!) before going to bed. It looks like a challenge, an invitation, and a promise at the same time, I love it!

Why is it so hot when Sherlock is inexperienced and has trouble masturbating? Something tells me it shouldn't be this hot, but...yeah. And then John came in...and the hotness wasn't just hot anymore, it was burning. I love how turned on they both seem, I got the feeling they were both discovering a kink and enjoying it very much (oh god yes Sherlock, do it for John!).

Was John really there, though? Oh, I hope he was really there. Are you still inspired? Do you think there will one day be more?

[omletlove.livejournal.com]

Oh my, imagine if that were John's intention? I wonder what he's got planned for next Sunday *looks pointedly at Anarion*

[rox712.livejournal.com]

You must know that since the Hitchhiker a trilogy has at least 5 parts. I can absolutely see a one-shot having lots and lots of parts! So, please, please, tell us that this was not a dream!

*iz still trembling from the hotness of this*

[anarion.livejournal.com]

You must know that since the Hitchhiker a trilogy has at least 5 parts.

Well, that is actually a very good point. :)

[omletlove.livejournal.com]

My dear, as always you thrill and tease us with your literary magic; few things excite me quite the same way as when I see one of your posts.

That being said, if this turns out to be a dream, I will hunt you down and pelt you with balled up jumper threads and tiny packets of lube until you rewrite it.

[ellie_hell.livejournal.com]

But if it's a dream, perhaps they'll get to do it "for the first time" again!

[atlinmerrick.livejournal.com]

Oh Christ, don't expect words from me you beast. Do not expect words! This was amazing. This was...damn. Sorry. No words. Done here. Just done. Except this can't have been a dream. No. Follow up. Must have one. Must. Without ambiguous words like 'dream.' None of those.

Here, because I can't form my own, are some of the beautiful words you created that shut down my brain:

* watches the very innocent looking jumper like a bomb that might go off any second

* His brain desperately scrambles for higher ground but gets drowned in a flash flood of new information

* this feels like he is flying, so he grabs the armrest with his free hand to keep a grip on reality

* how incredible it felt to watch John fall apart

* And he realises that he can do this, not for his own benefit, but for John’s

* He can hear John echo his cry and it feels almost like coming again

[random-nexus.livejournal.com]

This... I'm... you... um.
Fic good.
Knickers on fire.
Send help.

[rougewinter.livejournal.com]

I just read all three parts in one sitting, which I probably shouldn't have because now my brain is fried. But I don't regret it one bit. Hnngs and Unfs all around. *fans self*

[jerel.livejournal.com]

yes, this is the box where i type words. except right now i don't have any because my brain has melted. holy mother of G-d, you're doing things to me that should be illegal (and probably are in some places.)

i cannot express how hot this fic is.

[mizg.livejournal.com]

Um...will there be a 4th part where they do this together? Like, for certain together? Mutually etc? Please? Pretty please?

[zephyr-macabee.livejournal.com]

Oh my, so very nice!

[ssrobajo.livejournal.com]

There needs to be more of this or I will die. I really will.

[mildly-neurotic.livejournal.com]

Just read all three parts. This is very well done and incredible erotic. I very much enjoyed it.

[darthhellokitty.livejournal.com]

This is wonderful - hot yes, VERY HOT, but also there are such wonderful little details in there! Like Sherlock trying to ground himself by touching the hole in the arm of the chair, and imagining looking down on him and John together, and not knowing exactly what to do to make it work (he tried it before, but clearly he wasn't motivated back them) - and John helping him, by leaving the jumper and then (perhaps? if not a dream?) by physically assisting!!!

I love how you incorporated livia's picture, too - it works so well.

grilled cheese

[mirith.livejournal.com]

Oh, God. Verity sure can pick 'em. My brain is now grilled cheese.

I love this: "Sherlock still cannot understand. What is John thinking, why are they not talking about this? John always wants to talk about things."

I have a real kink for inexperienced, hesitant Sherlock. One which you are exploiting mercilessly, I might add.

Also, brilliant John! Well done, leaving that jumper there.

You tease, leaving it open as to whether John was ever really there. John Watson, if you were not actually there, I am going to physically reach into the Internet and *put* you there, see if I don't.

Re: grilled cheese

[anarion.livejournal.com]

John Watson, if you were not actually there, I am going to physically reach into the Internet and *put* you there, see if I don't.
Sherlock and I love you dearly! :D

Thank your for that wonderful comment, especially the grilled cheese! <3

[zevbaldwin.livejournal.com]

GreaT!

[big-twinkie.livejournal.com]

ooh, very sexy. :) the striped shirt of sexy sex.

[anarion.livejournal.com]

Tee-hee, thank you. :)