Advent Calendar 2012 - December 20

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This is day 20 of the Advent calendar filled with little ficlets, brought to you by days_of_storm and me. We will post in rotation, so you get a story by me one day and one from her the next day, right up until Christmas.
Apart from the overall Christmasy theme we decided to take over from where the other left off in her chapter so that there will be one story in the end. Let's see how that works out.

A happy pre-Christmas season to all of you! :)



December 19 by the fabulous days_of_storm here




December 20


Thursday afternoon arrived and Sherlock was clearly short of shooting the wall again, this time for completely different reasons though. (And not necessarily with a gun, if you know what I mean.)

“Out.”

“What?”

“We are going out. Otherwise I’m going to jump you right now, wrestle you to the ground and hump whatever body part gets between my legs first.”

Sherlock’s eyes glazed over at John’s words and it took him three attempts to put on his coat.

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Ten minutes later the two men were walking through Regent’s Park with brisk steps. The light was already fading and the air was cool.

Suddenly Sherlock stopped.

“It’s not working.”

“No. I still want to jump you, wrestle you to the ground and hump whatever body part gets between my legs first.”

“John. Not helping.”

“Sorry.”

“Come here.”

Sherlock pulled John into a small group of trees, opened his coat and wrapped it around them both. At the first almost contact of their bodies both men groaned.

“You need to say stop in time. I will be to preoccupied not coming myself, I can’t...”

“Yes, yes, whatever you want. Just... come closer. Please.”

Sherlock stepped right between John’s legs and leaned down to kiss him. At the same time both men began to move their hips. It was perfect. John grabbed Sherlock’s bum and dug his fingers into the flesh. Sherlock flinched in surprise and almost bit off a piece of John’s lower lip.

“Oh God, oh God, oh God.”

“Fuck!”

Sherlock suddenly jerked away and the loss of contact was so painful in his cock and the need to follow Sherlock’s body to finish what they started days ago so strong that John slammed his head against the tree behind him to distract himself.




December 21

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AN: I am really sorry for the boys. That was a cruel idea.

I have a Hobbit question, maybe one of you can help? I really love those IMAX posters, the painted ones. Can you buy them somewhere? Or were they just given out that one evening? Maybe I can print them myself? Does anyone know where I could do that?





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