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Fic: 221B - Come as no surprise
Title: Come as no surprise
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
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atlinmerrick. Day 264.Previous 221b: As false as Cressida
Today's prompt: dream
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Come as no surprise
As soon as the door snaps shut behind them, John drops to his knees.
Sherlock is already hard in his bespoke trousers that leave delightfully little to the imagination and John leans forward to breathe through the soft material. The patch turns warm and wet and Sherlock’s head falls against the door with a soft thud.
John rubs the spot where Sherlock’s pre-cum is oozing through the material with his tongue and is surprised at how much more filthy it is to suck a man off through his trousers.
Sherlock moans softly and rolls his hips invitingly. John smiles and uses his teeth to nibble along the hard length until Sherlock’s hips stutter helplessly.
When Sherlock begins to urgently plead for more, something, anything, John places his open mouth over the head of Sherlock’s cock and starts sucking hard. Sherlock shouts something unintelligibly and grabs John’s head with both hands, desperately trying to find more friction.
John can hardly breath but somehow that doesn’t seem to matter. All that matters is Sherlock’s soft cries and his twitching cock under two layers of clothes until he comes fast and hard and completely without a warning. His knees give out only seconds later.
John feels rather smug because judging by the dreamy look on Sherlock’s face, he just managed to short out his brain.
Next 221b: Grey areas
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AN:
Today's prompt was 'dream'.
So I wrote this and then this. And then Atlin said, "John sucking Sherlock off through pants and trousers? I will buy you a pony if you write that."
So pay up, lady! :D
(Or give me one of those unicorns you've been breeding lately.)
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I'm about to walk from Angel down to Piccadilly and I am going to be imagining this the whole way. Thank you.
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You could try raining pretty men (naked preferably),chocolate and flapjacks down on me from your heavenly place. :D
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*looks West in a gutted way*
:D
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*refuses to look West in an outraged way*
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*begins to urgently plead for ice*
How do you do that in 221 words? No, wait, I don't want to know. It's one of those mysteries in life, I think, that should remain uncovered.
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*rubs her hands in anticipation*
The patch turns warm and wet and Sherlock’s head falls against the door with a soft thud.
Wait, which head?
John places his open mouth over the head of Sherlock’s cock
Ah, you see you can be clear when you want to be.
Sherlock shouts something unintelligibly and grabs John’s head with both hands
And here you go again. Listen, maybe you could make a drawing or something. *coughs*
John can hardly breath but somehow that doesn’t seem to matter.
Do you think that's what Sherlock had in
headmind when he said, "Breathing's boring"?Well it was hot. Not always very clear *coughs
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You definitely earned it!
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Woah, my! This, after those, or even without those, just this, is... wait... the smoke from my smouldering knickers is obscuring the screen... I had a point.
Oh! Yes. You've made awesome smuttery yet again, that was my point.
;D
DELIVERY...
A flurry of hollow, metallic sounds like tiny hooves on metal echo out of the back of the truck... turning out to actually be tiny hooves on the metal flooring of the truck, then the ramp, as a small herd of about half a dozen sparkly-maned unicorns in rainbow colours prance out of the truck, down the ramp, and into Anarion's garden. None of them are any bigger than your average sheep. One of them begins to nibble the nearest flower, but not like he means anything by it.
One of the men brings a clipboard to Anarion, asking her to sign here, and there, and down there, and initial here, here, here, and there. He then instructs her in a no-nonsense tone, "They eat snickerdoodles and drink ginger-ale, and tend to get rather randy around sundown, so don't bend over near them then, unless you're looking for some adventure; although, they generally take care of all that amongst themselves, as a rule. If they get too agitated, reading them some smutty fanfic usually does the trick, though stick to that no bending over rule for a while after. Just to be sure."
They close up the truck then, and drive away without another word.
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and tend to get rather randy around sundown, so don't bend over near them then, unless you're looking for some adventure
Ooh, adventure! :D
PS: I haven't forgotten that I was writing a little something for you and your fairytale (um, actually, I kinda did forget *blushes* but I pulled it out of my writing box a few days ago and it now awaits its finishing touch!). Will post it soon!
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*Is kissed. Blushes and grins*
'Adventure' indeed! Muwahaha!
PS: Oh! You lovely creature of awesome! I wasn't worried, but if you can get your Muse to cooperate, you know I will be squeefully tickled to see it!
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DAMN I WANT MY OWN HERD NOW.
P.S. I am choking with spit-hyperventilating delight over the 'don't bend over near them' rule. It's an......interesting rule.
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People in heavenly place are not allowed to yell. Plus, you're breeding your own herd anyway.
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\o/
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I mean, unnghgh.
Yes.
*cough*
It's so hot in here, isn't it? Can't be me.
This. Was delicious and superbly well done!
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*Atlin, pay the girl!*