Fic: Show(case) and tell
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anarionTitle: Show(case) and tell
Words: 1318
Rating: R
Warnings: sex in a public place?
Pairings : Sherlock/John
Disclaimer: Sadly the characters are not mine and no money is made.
Summary: "Sherlock or John coming against glass. Sweet gay ponies I want to read that." Prompted by
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atlinmerrick. This is set in mirith's Control, Alt, Delete verse, but will make sense on its own. John is lying on the sofa, enjoying the fact that Sherlock is not residing on it for once (he is busy filling the kitchen with smoke that at the minimum is unhealthy but probably also deadly) and reading his medical journal.
After a while of comfortably shared silence Sherlock's voice drifts over, closely followed by a cloudlet of afore-mentioned smoke, that lingers over John's head for a moment before moving towards the window on a small draught.
“Do you have plans for tonight?”
“Until a second ago I was planning on staying exactly where I am now. But knowing you, your question means that I will probably spend the night chasing after a criminal, breaking at least two laws on the way and getting a scolding from Lestrade.”
That earns him a chuckle from Sherlock, who has abandoned his attempt at getting a fume poisoning in his own kitchen in favour of leaning against the door frame in a way that leaves John positively flustered.
Sherlock notices the effect he has on John and rewards him with a predatory grin before grabbing his coat.
“I'm off. Meet me in front of the British Museum in an hour.”
“Wha... Sherlock, wait...” Too late.
~°~
An hour later the two men meet again. Sherlock seems to be in a conspicuously good mood, a fact that makes John immediately suspicious.
“This way.”
Sherlock leads him around the corner and opens a small gate in the fence surrounding the quadrangle building.
“What are we doing here? Is there a new case?”
“Shush.”
Sherlock follows a barely visible path to a back door, which he opens with a lock pick in under a minute, much to John's alarm and discomfort.
Without waiting for John to start berating him, he swings open the door and pulls the smaller man in. The door falls shut and they are swallowed by nearly complete darkness.
“Give me your hand.”
“Please tell me that we did not just break into the British Museum so that you have a reason to hold my hand.”
Sherlock can't see it but he hears the amused smile in John's voice. He takes a moment to marvel at the man's trust in him and his willingness to follow him without knowing what awaits them at the end of the path.
He huffs out a laugh, takes John's hand and leads him through the darkened corridor until they reach another narrow door, this one leading to the hall that formerly had housed the king's library and is now used to show an exhibition on the age of enlightenment. It is much brighter here because the moonlight falls through the huge windows of the gallery.
John stops for a moment and Sherlock turns around to look at him.
“That is really impressive. Now, please tell me what we are doing here.”
“Indulging your fantasy.”
“What?”
Sherlock sheds his coat and jacket, revealing the already impressive bulge in his trousers, drops them on the floor and then starts unbuttoning his shirt.
“Excuse me. What are you doing?”
“The book by H. H. Holmes you gave me. Every time I picked it up you were thinking about Julien's study and getting me off until I come against the glass. Don't bother denying.”
One look and Sherlock can see that John's body is not that interested - yet.
“I believe you wanted me on my knees.”
Sherlock drops to his knees in front of one of the showcases holding very old books. He places the bottle with lube beside him, then presses both his hands against the glass and turns his head to look at John.
And just like that John's body is suddenly very, very interested.
He hasn't thought about it until now, but Sherlock is convinced that the rapidity with which they both can turn each other on is not normal. Because the fact that John is becoming harder every second just for him makes him almost dizzy with want and desire.
John swallows audibly and looks down on the beautiful creature kneeling at his feet, trembling with need.
“You are painfully beautiful. And insane.”
John steps closer and kneels behind Sherlock, bringing both hands up at the same time to run them over the smooth and pale skin of Sherlock's chest.
Sherlock's soft moan mixes with John's chuckle.
“And once again you have created a situation in which I would happily participate in your clothing kink, you little minx.”
His hands are busy opening belt and buttons and Sherlock's answer is lost in another moan as John pushes trousers and pants down, grazing his arousal in the process.
John's hands hover over Sherlock's cock, not yet touching, and he leans forward to gently suck at the skin on the other man's neck.
“Talk to me then. Tell me about the books.”
“The one at the far right is by Paracelsus, a 15th century physician, alchemist and.. oh... the first systematic botanist.”
While the word 'botanist' does usually end with a 't', this moment it ends with a rather hissing sound because John just ran his thumb over the head of his lover's erection.
“Keep talking.”
John starts sucking another mark on Sherlock's neck and at the same time builds up a slow rhythm with his left hand.
“Ngh... the small one with the red... cover is by... John!...”
“I am fairly sure it's not.”
He is amused but also breathing heavily by now and his right hand fumbles with his own trousers.
“Go on, love.”
“...is 'The Sceptical Chymist' by Ro...oh...bert Boyle, 17th century. God, your hand John... do that, ah, do that again.”
“Tell me about the black one.”
“Antoine ... Lavoisier. Father of modern... God, yes... chemistry.”
Sherlock's finger are getting slippery on the glass and he almost loses his balance when John suddenly moves in and presses his own erection against Sherlock's buttocks.
Both men moan in unison, Sherlock an entire octave lower than his lover.
John doesn't encourage him to keep talking which is a good thing, because sandwiched between his partner's skilled hands and his persistent cock all words are lost to him.
The air is filled with passionate groans and Sherlock gives himself over to the sensation of a hot body pressed against his back and the cold glass under his fingers.
The movement of John's hips starts to get arrhythmic and he changes the flow of his hands to long, smooth strokes with a little twist at the end that makes the breath hitch in Sherlock's throat.
John's voice sounds shaky and broken as he whispers into Sherlock's ear.
“Come for me, gorgeous.”
Sherlock throws his head back until it rests on John's shoulder and groans loudly. His body is taut like a bow and his pale skin gleaming in the moonlight gives him the appearance of an alabaster statue.
“Yes, John... John... John!”
His whole body shakes as he spills over John's hands and against the glass. It doesn’t take more than that sight to take John over the edge as well.
Both men slump forwards against the glass, leaving even more smears, and it takes a while before they have their breath back.
Finally Sherlock conjures a tissue from somewhere and cleans them (and to some extent the glass) up.
They unjumble their clothing and lay down on the floor side by side.
“So... old books turn you on?”
“No, but you thinking they do and fantasising about jerking me off against a showcase does.”
John chuckles and leans over to press a gentle kiss on Sherlock's lips.
“Either way this was amazing.”
“Got your breath back? The guard will make his round in five minutes.”
“What? A guard? Jesus. Let's go, you'll get the rest of the kisses at home.”
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AN: not beta'ed, so if you find anything, let me know.
If you haven't read
mirith's Control, Alt, Delete, go now. Thank me later.Thanks to
atlinmerrick, lucybun and arianedevere for the chat and the input about books. <3.
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Date: 2012-03-15 04:56 pm (UTC)unisono I think you mean 'unison'?
(and to some extend the glass) should be 'to some extent'
John's voice sounds shaky and broken as he whispers into Sherlock's ear.
“Come for me, gorgeous.”
And I'm out of here ...
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Date: 2012-03-18 05:41 pm (UTC)And thanks for the eagle-eyed finding of typos as well! <3
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Date: 2012-03-15 05:36 pm (UTC)OK, yeah, some of it this is hilarious. "Sherlock seems to be in a conspicuously good mood, a fact that makes John immediately suspicious." “Please tell me that we did not just break into the British Museum so that you have a reason to hold my hand.” "I am fairly sure it's not."
But that's not really what I'm looking at. What I'm looking at is this:
* Sherlock's willingness to go to his knees for John.
* This gorgeous line: "Sherlock is convinced that the rapidity with which they both can turn each other on is not normal." Hell, the rapidity with which they can turn me on is not normal. *gasping over here*
* “You are painfully beautiful. And insane.” Hooray! Did you download this out of my head? Because that's what it sounds like in here, when John is talking to his boyfriend.
* Sherlock gets to have his clothing kink here. WHAT? NO! I MEAN, YES! Let me hire a dump truck and drive it over to your place so you can see all the "yes" that this incurs. It's pretty and peach-colored and sparkles in the sunshine.
* Phonemes! Sweet merciful cats! Sherlock ending "botanist" with a sibilant because John is having at it! Are arianedevere and I the only people on earth with a phoneme kink? I don't know, but this is smoking hot.
* Speaking of hot, here are some men perving over books. Nngh.
* "Long, smooth strokes with a little twist at the end!" Sherlock is indeed a lucky man.
I'm not sure the dump truck is large enough to contain all the "yes" I have for you right now. Let me go and get the space shuttle. I hear they're retiring it anyway.
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Date: 2012-03-17 06:05 am (UTC)(no subject)
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Date: 2012-03-15 05:49 pm (UTC)Oh and: Sherlock notices the affect he has on John? Shouldn't that be effect?
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Date: 2012-03-18 07:23 pm (UTC)Typo: You are of course right. Thanks for spotting it! <3
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Date: 2012-03-15 06:19 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2012-03-15 06:27 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2012-03-18 07:23 pm (UTC)Thank you! :D
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Date: 2012-03-15 07:51 pm (UTC)Teensy oops that I saw: 'Every time I picked it up your were thinking about Julien's study' - you prolly meant 'you were'?
I am going to re-read this again, just in case. Um... for proofing assistance... sure. That's why. *shifty eyes, squirming in seat*
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Date: 2012-03-18 07:27 pm (UTC)Sorry about those knickers though.
Oh, and while I appreciate the offer of proofing assistance, please don't torture yourself. ;)
Teensy oops: yes, of course. Thanks for noticing! :)
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Date: 2012-03-15 08:45 pm (UTC)Please remember I love you and this and SO I MUST BE HARSH IN MY LOVE.But knowing you, your question
smeans that I will probably No s. Either single question or plural verb, not both.Sherlock notices the affect he has on John and rewards him with a predatory grin before grabbing his coat. EFFECT. Affect is VERB. Effect is NOUN. This is *not* one of the few exceptions. (http://grammar.quickanddirtytips.com/affect-versus-effect.aspx)
Every time I picked it up you
rwere thinking about Julien's study and getting me off until I come against the glass. You Were. Buh-bye R.“And once again you created a situation in which I would happily participate in your clothing kink, you little minx.” This one is subtle. I'd put 'you have created' to keep nicer verb tense continuity.
Remember- I LOVE YOU; ITS LOVELY; DON'T BEAT YOURSELF UP.
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Date: 2012-03-15 10:09 pm (UTC)Thank you for the thorough read, I really appreciate it! :)
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Date: 2012-03-15 09:02 pm (UTC)“Ngh... the small one with the red... cover is by... John!...”
“I am fairly sure it's not.”
John, you smug bastard :p
also, only Altin would come up with a promt like that ;p
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Date: 2012-03-16 12:04 am (UTC)All Atlin did was say "I NEED THE STORY FOR THIS LIKE BURNING." Apparently that's quite enough to be going on with for some people (Anarion).
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Date: 2012-03-15 09:03 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2012-03-18 07:32 pm (UTC)So, reason why he doesn't want to... *deep thinking*
Also, YAY HUGS!!!
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Date: 2012-03-15 09:03 pm (UTC)And the fact that it's set in the Control, Alt, Delete verse makes it all the more awesome.
You really do have a talent for writing porn, woman!
(also, reading it again, is it supposed to be "the Sceptical Chymist" because it was an old book or was that one a typo?)
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Date: 2012-03-18 07:37 pm (UTC)Tee-hee, thank you! *beams*
Sometimes, when I am fighting with one of my stories that actually has a plot, I wonder why I even bother. I should just stay with writing porn. ;)
Yes, the book is actually called "the Sceptical Chymist". But it could easily have been a mistake, so thank you. :)
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Date: 2012-03-15 09:39 pm (UTC)I must say that I really, really like your writing - keep up the fantastic work ;)
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Date: 2012-03-18 07:37 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2012-03-15 11:35 pm (UTC)This was so sweet and funny and like a date and Sherlock taking initiative.
I find that I look at all public places now for somewhere that my characters might have sex since Mycroft has a voyeur thing and Greg has an exhibitionist thing. It makes waiting at the grocery an adventure rather than an errand.
I am also thinking about the guard who smells something and turns on the lights and sees the smear and then does a little business himself. Thunderstorms tonight here so power outage may lead to a little action for me. I won't need the glass or the books or the clothing kink. Just the memory of your purple backgrounded fic. Thank you in advance!
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Date: 2012-03-18 07:40 pm (UTC)Hahaha!
I think I'd like to be a pony. Gay or not. ;)
Thank you for your wonderful comment! <3
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Date: 2012-03-16 12:07 am (UTC)I need to just type grunts of appreciation and groans of fulfillment but I don't know how to do that, damn it.
Would it be too much if I hollered "More, dear god more!"
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Date: 2012-03-18 07:43 pm (UTC)Also, snorgled is an amazing word!!! :)
Unf, that's the word
Date: 2012-03-16 09:01 am (UTC)you'll get the rest of the kisses at home Sweet!
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Date: 2012-03-16 10:21 am (UTC)Well, taking a little break has certainly recharged your porny batteries... and how *fans self*
I'm not sure that any comment can live up, but I absolutely loved what you did with Paracelsus - best use of the word 'botanist' in recorded history, I would say.
And I know everyone's picked up on the:
'“Ngh... the small one with the red... cover is by... John!...”
“I am fairly sure it's not.”'
but I can't leave it out, because that is just so fucking funny - and the humour really makes this story so much hotter because it's so THEM, so personal. It's a hard balance to find, but you've totally nailed it here.
Love it!
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Date: 2012-03-18 07:46 pm (UTC)taking a little break has certainly recharged your porny batteries
It practically wrote itself. It was nice, like writing used to be. Whereas my Molly/Mary thing is more a constant battle. *sighs*
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Date: 2012-03-16 10:29 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2012-03-18 07:47 pm (UTC)Thank you! <3
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Date: 2012-03-16 02:04 pm (UTC)THIS IS ALL KINDS OF HOT AND IT'S THE FIRST SEX I'VE READ IN THIS FANDOM AND IT IS. HOLY HOT DAMN FUCK A FUCKING DUCK HOT.
And I'm reccing this like MAD.
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Date: 2012-03-16 04:21 pm (UTC)*looks at the rating. And at the warnings. And at the summary*
Yeah. Sure. This is the evening which is in store for you, John. The "Case of the Showcase".
the hall that formerly had housed the king's library and is now used to show an exhibition on the age of enlightenment
Oh, but I'm certain it's going to be very enlightening and, er, educational. In a special area of education.
He hasn't thought about it until now, but Sherlock is convinced that the rapidity with which they both can turn each other on is not normal.
You should read more fics from this fandom, Sherlock. Near priapism is the normal condition for you and John here. Don't ask and enjoy.
-“The one at the far right is by Paracelsus, a 15th century physician, alchemist and.. oh... the first systematic botanist.”
Ah. I knew it was going to be educational.
*makes notes*
Poor Anarion, it's so sad that you have to coat this interesting presentation about old authors with
gorgeous naked men and delectable hotnessa shockingly pornographic story, just to sweeten the pill and to educate your readers in spite of themselves. And it must be so hard for you, I know how much you hate to write this porny stuff. You are a martyr to culture. Bravo. And keep it up. (Oh yes. Please.)no subject
Date: 2012-03-18 07:53 pm (UTC)No one knows me as well as you do. The pains I took in writing this... *sighs*
Thank you, sweetie!
PS: A friend just recommended reading Fred Vargas, apparently she (she?) writes mystery books in French. Wait, did I answer your latest message or did I just want to?
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Date: 2012-03-18 07:55 pm (UTC)Thanks!
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Date: 2012-03-30 12:20 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2012-03-30 06:45 am (UTC)Thank you!