Fic: 221B - Morning News

[anarion]

Title: Morning News
Words: a 221B has 221 words and ends with a b-word
Rating: PG-13
Pairings : Sherlock/John
Warnings: none
Disclaimer: Not mine.

Summary: ‘365 days of 221Bs’ challenge: a prompt a day, given by atlinmerrick.






Previous 221b: Come to terms


Today's prompt: newspaper

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Morning News


Sherlock strode into the living room in nothing but his silken underwear, a sight that guaranteed him John’s attention, even though he was busy reading the paper and drinking tea.

And a sight it was. He stretched his lean torso, flexing his muscles, and his erection was clearly visible through the thin material, hard against his stomach.

John swallowed, slowly lowered the newspaper and enjoyed the view.

Sherlock flopped into his chair, then grinned and wiggled his eyebrows at John. John rose to his feet immediately and shed his gown while he walked over to Sherlock.

He straddled his lover's lap and when their lips touched Sherlock’s strong hands closed around his hips and pulled him down until his cock was firmly pressed against John’s bum. They kissed for a few minutes but when Sherlock started to rock his hips John tried to disengage, “Here... let me...”

He pressed his lips to Sherlock’s neck, nibbling and sucking, clearly indicating what he wanted to do to a lower part of his anatomy.

Sherlock pulled him back, “No, like this.”

After a few more minutes of frantic kissing and rubbing Sherlock groaned and pulsed against John’s rear.

He could taste John’s grin in the kiss.

“You got me all wet. Why don’t we go back to bed and you apologise to my bum?”



Next 221b: The curious case of the octopus's garden


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AN:
Today's prompt was 'newspaper'.

Have some monday porn to ease the pain of a whole week being between us and the weekend. :D








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Comments

[atlinmerrick.livejournal.com]

Fuck yes.

Pardon the swearing, but fuck yes. This was what it was: Sex pretty much right from the start. What a visual—those thin pants outlining a nice big hard-on, and then John..well damn, you wrote it, you know what happens next and what happens next is awesome.

Crap, I realize I don't even know what the prompt was...

[anarion.livejournal.com]

Crap, I realize I don't even know what the prompt was...

Well, to be honest, that was one of the rare cases where the prompt wasn't really important. I wanted to write porn and had John read the newspaper before. Had the prompt been 'cactus' he would've been researching cacti on the internet when Sherlock came in. I'm not even sorry.