dani_meows (dani_meows) wrote in bipolardanicats, @ 2013-02-03 22:36:00 |
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Entry tags: | fanfiction: sherlock, smut |
Smut: The Breakfast Incident (BBC Sherlock: JohnLock)
Title: The Breakfast Incident
Author: dani_meows
Fandom: Sherlock BBC
Pairing: John/Sherlock, unrequited Lestrade/Sherlock
Timeline: I see it as post Baskerville but Pre-Reichenbach mostly because I've yet to see episode three, the scene they used in a Johnlock video was enough to break me....
Rating: NC17
Challenge: Written for torino10154's Porn Sunday(because apparently there's some big event happening, doubt it's that all my hw is due! :-P
Word Count: 556 words, longest piece I've written in months! Welcome back brain.
Warnings: Voyeur!Lestrade, naughty times, slashfangirl!Mrs.Hudson
Notes: Sorry, immortalje this is as close as I can get away from my OTP
The case file felt heavy in his hands as Gregory Lestrade stared at the scene in front of him. Neither man had heard him, so focused on what they were doing.
Sherlock, the man Gregory had lusted after since he'd first met the strung out genius, was mostly naked, his shirt was still slightly hanging of his arm, and hadn't yet given into gravity's plea that the purple shirt end up on the floor with his pants and trousers.
John, “But I'm Not Gay!” Watson was sucking on Sherlock's cock with wild abandon and great enthusiasm. Normally, Greg counted John as a friend but right now as John got to touch Sherlock, got to feel Sherlock's hands grip his hair, got to feel the texture and taste the flavor of Sherlock's cock as it touched the back of his throat, it was hard to remember that they were buddies who drank together and watched football at the pub.
Sherlock's moans and cries were causing Greg to forget his feelings and breaking heart as his trousers tightened and he felt the urge to pull his trouser snake out and begin to wank, like a teenager watching his first porn.
“Oooh, Oooh!” Sherlock moaned. John had stopped deep throating Sherlock's cock, and had grabbed the strawberry jam that unlike the unfortunate toast that had fallen from table to floor when John had decided to have Sherlock for his breakfast, was still on the table.
John took a dollop of the jam and smeared it from Sherlock's balls downward.
Surely, he wasn't going to rim Sherlock?
John's tongue attacked the jam and the skin below it as Sherlock practically keened and wailed.
Some part of Greg was still telling him that he should go, that he should leave them to it, that it was wrong to watch them while they were unaware. The other part of him thought that his conscience should bugger off because when else could he see the gorgeous body of Sherlock's on display in all it's wondrous glories.
Just as he was about to pull himself out of his trousers and start alleviating the pressure, two erection killing things happened almost at once, which made him glad that he hadn't yet pulled out his painfully hard cock.
“Oooh, Oooh, John I love you,” Sherlock cried. Greg couldn't see his face but he knew the statement was true. Since John Watson had come into Sherlock's life, the other man had become Sherlock's heart and soul, there was nothing that Sherlock wouldn't do for John Watson.
Just as those words were breaking his heart, he'd known that he had no chance, but he'd never wanted to hear it, Mrs. Hudson walked up the stairs to the room.
“Oh dear are they having a domestic?” she asked, all motherly concern. Everyone knew that Sherlock and John were her boys.
She peaked in and beamed, giddy with excitement, “It's about time,” she said. John and Sherlock didn't notice her, John was to busy telling Sherlock how much he fucking loved him as he stroked lubricated fingers inside of Sherlock's entrance.
Then she looked at his face, “Come along dear, let's go have a cuppa, the boys will be a while,” she led him away just as John and Sherlock's noises began to pick up in intensity.