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fic: Prince Charming

sherlock & lestrade
Title: Prince Charming
Author: fengirl88
Fandom: BBC Sherlock
Pairing: Sherlock/Lestrade
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: none
Wordcount: ~1500
Disclaimer: They're still not mine.  Nor are the songs.
Summary: It's Lestrade's birthday and Sherlock's got a surprise for him. Sequel to Quiet Storm, and probably makes more sense if you've read that.
A/N: written for the love_bingo prompt square "Prince Charming". 
This fic is for marysutherland, who requested that image of Lestrade after reading Quiet Storm. (Yes, I know it's a day early but I wanted to post it in case lj starts playing up again.) Thanks to kalypso_v for the beta.


Prince Charming



It was too much to hope he'd get away with it, though when he finds out who blew the gaff there'll be blood for breakfast.

He knew the game was up when Donovan waltzed in wearing a grin so smug he'd almost rather have had her usual disgruntled expression. Brandishing a dirty great birthday card (he uses the word “dirty” advisedly in this context). Telling him arrangements were already in place for this evening, and a cake – with 48 candles thank you so bloody much – awaiting the ceremonial blowing-out.

Not even chocolate cake, because Dimmock's allergic to chocolate. Pity. Still, better things to do on your birthday than trying to explain to Health and Safety how one of your colleagues ended up in anaphylactic shock. Lestrade had said the nicest things he could about plain vanilla sponge with white glacé icing, the tasteful border of silver balls in a pattern of linked handcuffs, the Met insignia done in black and white candles... It's the thought that counts, right?

Maybe he wouldn't be so grumpy if the day had got off to a better start. If he hadn't woken up alone, for example.

Which used to be normal. Pleasant, even. But the last few weeks since that botched bloody stakeout and the big thunderstorm that followed, he'd got used to waking up with six feet of long-limbed consulting detective sprawled across most of the bed, practically pushing him over the side. Got used to starting the day with a shag, too. Not a habit he should have allowed himself to form, especially when he knew it couldn't last.

He'd banned Sherlock from crime scenes for a month after the near fiasco of the 80s Night raid. But now the ban had ended Sherlock was back in Baker Street, virtuously proclaiming that you can't mix work and sex. He knows it's true, but he's still... missing the bastard. Fuck it.

Lestrade buries himself in paperwork. He is not thinking about sex. He is not thinking about Sherlock. He is absolutely not thinking about sex with Sherlock and how nice it would have been to start his birthday with Sherlock's hands all over him or Sherlock's gorgeous mouth wrapped around his cock. He is so not thinking about it that any minute now he's going to need a cold shower.

Still, better thinking about sex than about the rest of what he's missing. Domesticity with Sherlock Holmes, are you out of your mind, Lestrade?

Nice having him around, though. Even if he is a complete fucking menace with no sense of boundaries, always poking into things that don't concern him. Not to mention having very weird ideas about what kitchens are for. Kitchens and bathrooms...

The beep of an incoming text jolts him out of his daydream:

Happy birthday!
See you tonight.
JW
 
Oh great. Donovan's invited bloody Baker Street as well, has she? That's all he needs to make this evening perfect. He thinks about trying to do a runner but he knows he'll never make it.



More bloody 80s music playing when he gets to the pub. Rub it in, why don't you? He's going to have words with whichever joker thought it was a good idea to put on Adam & the Ants.

I'm the dandy highwayman who you're too scared to mention.
 
Used to like them, thirty years ago. Quite a lot. The year he turned eighteen, that was. Legal for all purposes but the one that mattered most, back then. The thrill of sex in the danger zone, being outlaws and rebels.

So fucking innocent, the lot of them, no idea what was just around the corner. He doesn't let himself think too much about the AIDS years, all the friends he lost. He knows he was one of the lucky ones. That journalist from Gay News he'd gone to bed with told him about the first reports coming out of America: it's why I don't fuck any more, but there's plenty of other stuff we can do instead. Saw the guy on a float at Pride last year, 40th anniversary of the GLF. So he'd made it through as well.

Outlaws and rebels. And now –

The devil take your stereo and your record collection
The way you look you'll qualify for next year's old age pension.

Smith and Tyler are mouthing the words and grinning, the cheeky sods. Thanks, guys.

Sherlock's nursing a half-pint glass of water, looking like he'd prefer to be running chemical tests on it. Wouldn't have thought birthday drinks were his idea of a good time any more than Lestrade's. John's in his element, of course, and he's already got Lestrade a pint of – oh. That beer he tried with Sherlock the other night. Very nice. Hadn't expected that. Lestrade glances at Sherlock, who looks a funny mixture of smug and embarrassed. Huh.

Halfway through his pint, Lestrade's finally starting to unwind, feeling the rough edges of the day rubbed away by songs he hasn't thought of in years. Tempted. Tainted Love. Hungry Heart. And then –

Oh shit. Just when you think it's safe to let down your guard.

Drums and chanting and a bunch of tossers, so-called friends and colleagues suddenly up on their feet doing that bloody dance, right arm raised, fist clenched, left arm up to cross it at the wrist, don't you ever, don't you ever stop being a dandy, showing me you're handsome. And an image up on the pub's big video screen, the one they use for the World Cup: Lestrade, aged eighteen, dressed as Adam Ant.

Tight silver breeches. Highwayman coat. Fancy shirt. Haircut someone should have been arrested for, possibly him. Not to mention the bloody make-up. Eyeshadow. Mascara. Lipstick. Beauty spot. Two red streaks on one cheek. Heart-shaped patch over the opposite eyebrow. Black nail polish.

Fuck.

Lestrade takes less than two seconds to remember exactly where in his flat that photograph normally lives. Glares at Sherlock, who is smirking, the bastard. If it's the last thing Lestrade ever does –

“Prince CharMING, Prince CharMING,” his idiot friends and colleagues bawl, “Ridicule is nothing to be scared of.”

Yeah, right.

“Come on,” John yells, pulling Lestrade up out of his seat.

He's stronger than he looks, but that's the Army for you.

Lestrade is not doing this, absolutely not, what kind of prat do they think he is for fuck's sake –

“AAA – HA – EHH – HA!”

Too late. He'll give himself a severe talking-to about peer pressure later, but right now DI Lestrade (48) is up and dancing, strutting, crossing his arms, chanting with the rest.



“You do know I'm going to wring your neck, you interfering git?” Lestrade says, some hours later.

Sherlock grins unrepentantly. “You had fun.”

“Never going to live that down,” Lestrade grumbles. “What you think you were doing going through my drawers in the first place – stop sniggering you pillock!”

“I was bored,” Sherlock says. “You were out.”

“Oh I see, it's my fault, is it?”

“Obviously,” Sherlock says airily.

“Huh.”

“Oh do stop whinging, Detective Inspector. You have twenty minutes left before it's not your birthday any more, so are we going to have sex or not?”

Lestrade blinks a bit, what with the fact they're both fully clothed and he hadn't quite realized this was on offer. Should have known Sherlock wasn't just going to come back for a nightcap, but still.

“What about not mixing sex and work?” he says, half-heartedly.

“Birthdays don't count,” Sherlock says. “And anyway–” He glances at the incriminating photo on the coffee-table. Goes a bit pink, and his eyes seem darker than before.

“I look a complete arse,” Lestrade says explosively.

“A gorgeous arse,” Sherlock corrects him.

That's something Sherlock certainly knows how to appreciate. Lestrade blushes.

Sherlock starts singing under his breath: “Prince Charming, Prince Charming.”

Only one thing to do in the face of such blatant provocation, and Lestrade does it.

The kiss turns into a bit of a wrestling match, which he lets Sherlock win because the next stage of this is more fun when he's on his back, Sherlock holding him down and taking him apart with his mouth and his hands, Lestrade clutching desperately at Sherlock's hair as he comes. There'll be bruises on Lestrade's hips for days and Sherlock kisses the marks he's made, runs his tongue along the creases of Lestrade's thighs till he's limp and groaning, comprehensively undone. Just about enough strength left to bring Sherlock off, doesn't take long by now, grab the nearest garment to clean them both up and then stumble into bed.


Sherlock's arm is heavy across Lestrade's thigh. Must be falling asleep already, Lestrade thinks. They're all tangled up together, and Sherlock's lips press against the back of Lestrade's neck.

“Mmm. 'Night, Sherlock.”

“G'night,” Sherlock mumbles, and then something else Lestrade doesn't quite catch. From the little snort of laughter that follows it, though, he thinks it might just be Prince Charming.

Cheeky git, Lestrade thinks, and falls happily asleep.


***

Prince Charming is here.

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fengirl88
Mar. 31st, 2011 12:01 am (UTC)
sorry! *grins sheepishly*

and thank you!

(it's in mine, too, but that's the penalty for filling a request and a prompt square at the same time...)

Edited at 2011-03-31 12:02 am (UTC)
pyjamapants
Mar. 31st, 2011 12:21 am (UTC)
I was going to say I felt sorry for Lestrade... but after that last bit... well, I'd have suffered worse for that.

Bravo!
fengirl88
Mar. 31st, 2011 12:22 am (UTC)
thank you very much - I feel a bit sorry for him myself about the video screen but I think his birthday's ended well!
greenhoodloxley
Mar. 31st, 2011 12:46 am (UTC)
Oh Lestrade, you enjoyed your birthday and we know it. :D
fengirl88
Mar. 31st, 2011 12:49 am (UTC)
thank you - well, the last part was definitely more what he had in mind... *grins*
thirdbird_fic
Mar. 31st, 2011 12:54 am (UTC)
BAhahahaha! I love how Sherlock has to be just mean enough before doing something nice. Very nice. Yum.
fengirl88
Mar. 31st, 2011 08:07 am (UTC)
*sporfles* yes, that's how he seems to work...

thank you!
shefa
Mar. 31st, 2011 02:33 am (UTC)
Sneaky Sherlock! What a great party! Love it! :)
fengirl88
Mar. 31st, 2011 08:08 am (UTC)
thank you very much! glad you enjoyed it.
marysutherland
Mar. 31st, 2011 05:29 am (UTC)
That is amazing! Though I now feel like a complete April Fraud, because I stuck the date down rather arbitrarily when I became 'Mary Sutherland'. But somewhere I think I do still have an Adam and the Ants LP, that I bought when I was about fifteen.

Very, very clever how you fitted it all together. And the non-chocolate cake, and the photo of Lestrade, and the embarrassing singalong are all wonderful. Thank you so much.


fengirl88
Mar. 31st, 2011 08:11 am (UTC)
very glad you liked it! I did wonder briefly whether your lj birthday was fictitious (mine is as well), but then as Humpty Dumpty says, un-birthday presents are much better!
thimpressionist
Mar. 31st, 2011 07:13 am (UTC)
Ok I might ship Sherlock and Lestrade, just a little. *cough*
fengirl88
Mar. 31st, 2011 08:09 am (UTC)
then my work here is done... *smirks*

thank you!
farosdaughter
Mar. 31st, 2011 11:33 am (UTC)
Oh my, I haven't read any Sherlock in ages and then I saw this and it's you and it's Sherlock/Lestrade, the ship of my heart and it's wonderful and now I forsee a day reading fic instead of reading philosophy! I love your Sherlock; he's fun, you get that mischief just right and I love Lestrade's reaction to it.
fengirl88
Mar. 31st, 2011 10:08 pm (UTC)
thank you very much - glad you liked it and that it sent you off on a day of reading fic (always a pleasure...). *waves*
being_here
Mar. 31st, 2011 03:50 pm (UTC)
Loved this :D
fengirl88
Mar. 31st, 2011 10:09 pm (UTC)
thank you - very glad you did!
carolyn_claire
Mar. 31st, 2011 05:38 pm (UTC)
I spent too long last night watching Adam Ant vids and reminiscing, thanks to you. :)
fengirl88
Mar. 31st, 2011 10:10 pm (UTC)
thank you! *grins apologetically*

I spent too long watching them and reminiscing in preparation for writing this (got to do the research, right?).
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fengirl88
Mar. 31st, 2011 10:11 pm (UTC)
thank you! I thought Lestrade ought to get a birthday treat from him...
capt_spork
Mar. 31st, 2011 09:44 pm (UTC)
All day long this music and imagery stuck in my head...

I approve. :)

I really like the balance you have. An imbalanced balance, but it makes sense.
fengirl88
Mar. 31st, 2011 10:11 pm (UTC)
hurrah! and thank you! very glad you approve, and that you like this odd balance between them. *beams*
darthhellokitty
Mar. 31st, 2011 10:28 pm (UTC)
Oh, love it! :-)
fengirl88
Mar. 31st, 2011 10:32 pm (UTC)
thank you! *is happy*
shishmish
Mar. 31st, 2011 10:37 pm (UTC)
My Life on Mars fan-side is showing when I thought "Oooo, Tyler? I wonder if that's..." Oh I am so sad XD

And mmmm, Lestrade is definitely Prince Charming *happy sigh* Gorgeous fic!
fengirl88
Mar. 31st, 2011 10:41 pm (UTC)
no sadder than I am for putting it in! *grins*

thank you very much!
archea2
Mar. 31st, 2011 10:44 pm (UTC)
Trust Sherlock to sabotage Lestrade's working image so he can have sex with him again! That was sweet and hilarious (loved your description of the cake!) and thanks to the link I can imagine the whole procession of Yarders plus one doctor Watson doing the "Prince Charming" dance. Priceless.

(I'm not sure my mind will let me go to sleep, that's one taunting rhythm...)
fengirl88
Mar. 31st, 2011 10:54 pm (UTC)
*grins* thank you very much! it felt like time for some more happy Sherlock/Lestrade, even if it had to be routed through embarrassment for Lestrade yet again. glad you enjoyed the cake and the dancing Yarders - I had fun writing all that.

I have had that rhythm in my head for a couple of days now. I expect it will go away eventually...
lindentreeisle
Mar. 31st, 2011 10:57 pm (UTC)
That was hilarious and brilliant. I love it!
fengirl88
Mar. 31st, 2011 11:00 pm (UTC)
thank you very much! glad you did. *beams*
lady_ganesh
Mar. 31st, 2011 11:08 pm (UTC)
Sherlock, you utter bastard. I love it! I love the loss and darkness, and the happiness you grab when you can. Nice work.
fengirl88
Mar. 31st, 2011 11:37 pm (UTC)
thank you very much! *beams*
the_thinktank
Mar. 31st, 2011 11:32 pm (UTC)
Fic with 80s music theme. Fic with Sherlock and Lestrade. Made my day, thank you :) Loved it.
fengirl88
Mar. 31st, 2011 11:42 pm (UTC)
thank you very much! glad you enjoyed it. I will get to your John/Lestrade soon, I promise. have you seen the new comm for that pairing?

http://community.livejournal.com/john_lestrade
karadin
Mar. 31st, 2011 11:56 pm (UTC)
As soon as I saw the title I started humming the song, so nice to see it featured.
fengirl88
Apr. 1st, 2011 12:11 am (UTC)
very glad you enjoyed it - thank you!
lady_sallie
Apr. 1st, 2011 12:27 am (UTC)
Sherlock, Lestrade, Adam Ant - Prince Charming!!! OMG I LOVE YOU!!!!!
fengirl88
Apr. 1st, 2011 12:36 am (UTC)
thank you very much! young Lestrade dressed as one of Adam and the Ants was marysutherland's suggestion - I'm very glad you enjoyed it.
rainbowwizard1
Apr. 1st, 2011 04:49 am (UTC)
I love all your S/L. So much. =D
fengirl88
Apr. 1st, 2011 07:29 am (UTC)
thank you very much! *beams*
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fengirl88
Apr. 1st, 2011 06:21 pm (UTC)
thank you!
tintop_lizzy
Apr. 1st, 2011 01:30 pm (UTC)
Ah, the great classics, Adam and the Ants, Madness, Cliff Richard (snerk)...
fengirl88
Apr. 1st, 2011 06:22 pm (UTC)
thank you! *sporfles*

*ponders significance of Cliff Richard*

Edited at 2011-04-01 08:06 pm (UTC)
rusty_armour
Apr. 1st, 2011 04:55 pm (UTC)
I'm sorry I'm only getting around to commenting now when I read this delightful story two days ago. It's great the way that everyone insists on celebrating Lestrade's birthday when he obviously hoped the day would pass without anyone realizing. I love the way you reveal aspects of Lestrade's past, even before the infamous photo is unveiled at the party. I think it's hilarious that Sherlock found the picture in the first place because he'd decided to cure his boredom by going through Lestrade's drawers. And, lastly, it's sweet that Sherlock is turned on by Glam!Rock Lestrade. :-)
fengirl88
Apr. 1st, 2011 06:27 pm (UTC)
thank you very much - so glad you liked it! Sherlock would definitely be a menace if you left him alone in your flat... and I'm sure Glam!Rock Lestrade would be a fine sight. *grins*
unsentimentalf
Apr. 1st, 2011 10:09 pm (UTC)
Marvellous- loved this hugely, went back and read Quiet Storm again too.

I didn't quite dress up but one of my best teenage friends did... we listened to all the albums together, and speculated about the various members of the band (long before bandfic but we had the right idea) Still got some on the iPod. So lovely reminiscence.
fengirl88
Apr. 1st, 2011 10:13 pm (UTC)
thank you very much! I'm very glad you enjoyed this, and that it brought back happy memories. *grins*
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