Laundry day was the only day one of them was allowed in here after the fiasco with the exploded blood bag in the dryer. In fact Sherlock was still not allowed to enter. *giggles*
his trousers rather tight. Yes, it happens sometimes after a wash. *tries to look innocent and fails*
Not that he had ever forgotten about what had happened the previous week I haven't forgotten either, oh no.
Sherlock sucking him off through the fucking pants The fucking pants. So well-named. *sniggers* Sorry. It made me laugh the first time I read it and it still makes me laugh. Sue me.
In the doorway stood a flushed and panting Sherlock, clearly not surprised by what was going on. “John, stop!” Sherlock , or the art of killing the mood.
making an impressive mess between them It doesn't matter. It's laundry day anyway. What do you mean, "I'm afraid you're missing the point entirely here"?
the occasional minor explosion completely ignored by both men Yeah. Routine.
but was thoroughly distracted when Sherlock pushed him until he heaved himself up onto the table What with Verity's new chapter and your fic, I think this table has a happy life.
“Wait. Are you trying to give me a kink?” “I would never... Is it working?” *chortles*
He felt like he had just discovered something important. And terrible. I love and terrible. :D
We can’t make out here, it’s a crime scene! When I read the first version, the one without the cupboard, I thought I'd be sure to say something like, "Come on, boys, what the point of cupboards in this fandom?" in my comment. Great minds think alike! :D
Hot and funny, which is a very nice combination. And thanks for the "sophisticated title is sophisticated" tag! :D
Pst, you forgot the inverted commas at the end of "Of course I can. Obviously. You just have to wear them back to front." ;-)
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Date: 2012-09-24 11:11 pm (UTC)*giggles*
his trousers rather tight.
Yes, it happens sometimes after a wash. *tries to look innocent and fails*
Not that he had ever forgotten about what had happened the previous week
I haven't forgotten either, oh no.
Sherlock sucking him off through the fucking pants
The fucking pants. So well-named. *sniggers* Sorry. It made me laugh the first time I read it and it still makes me laugh. Sue me.
In the doorway stood a flushed and panting Sherlock, clearly not surprised by what was going on. “John, stop!”
Sherlock , or the art of killing the mood.
making an impressive mess between them
It doesn't matter. It's laundry day anyway. What do you mean, "I'm afraid you're missing the point entirely here"?
the occasional minor explosion completely ignored by both men
Yeah. Routine.
but was thoroughly distracted when Sherlock pushed him until he heaved himself up onto the table
What with Verity's new chapter and your fic, I think this table has a happy life.
“Wait. Are you trying to give me a kink?”
“I would never... Is it working?”
*chortles*
He felt like he had just discovered something important. And terrible.
I love and terrible. :D
We can’t make out here, it’s a crime scene!
When I read the first version, the one without the cupboard, I thought I'd be sure to say something like, "Come on, boys, what the point of cupboards in this fandom?" in my comment. Great minds think alike! :D
Hot and funny, which is a very nice combination. And thanks for the "sophisticated title is sophisticated" tag! :D
Pst, you forgot the inverted commas at the end of "Of course I can. Obviously. You just have to wear them back to front." ;-)