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fic: In Transition (part 7 of 7)

Title: In Transition (part 7 of 7)
Author: fengirl88
Rating: NC-17, eventually
Fandom: Sherlock
Pairing: Sherlock/John not-very-established relationship, Sherlock/Lestrade complications, Sherlock/John slash, finally
Warnings: sexual content, some drug references, and Lestrade still swears rather a lot.
Disclaimer: I do not own these characters.  Just playing with them.  Again. 
Spoilers: Bits of A Study in Pink.
Wordcount: 2265 for final chapter, epilogue and tracklist combined.

Summary: John has never been so happy.  Sherlock has never been so confused.  Sex has never been so awkward.

thanks again to ginbitch for amazing beta work on this story throughout.

Chapter 6: John
Before The Night Is Through

and Epilogue: Sherlock
Hold On To That Boy

plus Tracklist

 

Chapter 6: John

 

Before The Night Is Through

 

 

It's just before 8 when John gets back to 221b with a pocketful of supplies and a couple of useful addresses for later. Astonishing how much of this stuff there is to know. He's not sure yet whether to take Sherlock shopping with him, which could be interesting (but would almost certainly be embarrassing as well) or whether to surprise Sherlock. That might be better. Sherlock likes surprises.

 

No sign of Sherlock. John feels the grip of panic clench in his gut. Oh Christ. Sherlock's done something. Taken something.

 

Then he hears the gas boiler going and realizes – since the heating's not on – that Sherlock must be having a shower.

 

Almost right. Sherlock is just coming out of the bathroom, towel wrapped round him and slipping down over his hips. Their eyes meet. Sherlock is breathing unevenly. John's not sure he's breathing at all, and his good resolutions about a proper talk first seem to have evaporated.

 

John grabs Sherlock and shoves him against the bedroom door, kissing him hard. Sherlock kisses him back frantically, hands tearing at John's clothes as John fumbles for the door handle. They stagger through the door, losing the towel somewhere on the way. John's not even sure the door is properly shut before they hit the bed. Just have to hope Mrs Hudson is out or doesn't decide now would be a good moment to talk about the catering for that nice civil partnership.

 

John doesn't get to keep his clothes on very long, which is just fine by him, it's all fine, he thinks, and snorts with laughter, briefly disconcerting Sherlock, who shows his displeasure by biting John's shoulder. Not that John minds. He's got some biting of his own to do, mostly Sherlock's neck, which might have been designed for the purpose and quite possibly was. Sherlock's hands are clawing at John's back and John goes on kissing and sucking and biting till he's left a mark on Sherlock's pale skin, he wants everyone to see his stamp on this man.

 

Sherlock is swearing and groaning and seems to be trying to break John's ribs with his thighs. John pushes his hand between their bodies, which isn't easy given how tight Sherlock is gripping him, and starts groping Sherlock's cock. God, the noise Sherlock is making. John's getting dizzy just listening to it.

 

Well, not just from that. The feeling of Sherlock's cock in his hand, slippery already, and the heat of Sherlock's skin, and the clean wet faintly salty taste of it, and the smell of him that John can't identify or break down but which is completely Sherlock and unlike anyone else's, and the grip of him – oh god.

 

If John's not careful he's going to come before they've done anything, and that really wouldn't be a good idea.

 

John wrenches his hand away, making Sherlock swear again, and uses all his strength to break Sherlock's tight grip on his ribs. He straddles Sherlock, holding him down on the bed, grabbing his hands and pulling them up over Sherlock's head. Not easy, because Sherlock's thrashing around all over the place.

 

Lie still,” John says fiercely.

 

Somewhat to his surprise, Sherlock does, panting.

 

Sending up a silent prayer to whoever is the patron saint of fellatio, John kisses and licks his way from Sherlock's neck across his chest, down his stomach to his cock. Sherlock's whole body has gone taut, he's gripping the mattress and trembling. John tries to remember everything he now knows about how to do this, and tells himself this really isn't a good time to be distracted by puns about passing your orals. Taking Sherlock's cock in his mouth, he applies himself to the serious business of making Sherlock come.

 

His jaw starts aching after a while, he's pretty sure he's strained something essential under his tongue, not to mention being about to die of suffocation, but it seems to be working. Sherlock's pulling John's hair really a bit too hard actually, and he's not swearing any more, just making odd sharp little sounds that suddenly coalesce into a yell as Sherlock comes, pulse after pulse of him.

 

Sherlock looks pretty stunned as John comes up for air. John thinks he probably looks fairly wrecked as well. They lie there panting for a while, not good for anything else much. Sherlock seems to want to say something but it's not coming out; the most he can manage is a sort of whuffling noise. He's got hold of John's right hand and is kissing it repeatedly. Then his tongue slyly licks at John's palm before moving down to tease the pulse point in John's wrist. John groans, and Sherlock laughs shakily. He lets go of John's wrist and leans up over him, looking down at John and staring into his eyes till John feels dizzy and breathless all over again.

 

Sherlock brushes a barely-there kiss against John's mouth that makes him shiver with pleasure. Kisses John behind the ear, extraordinary, a jolt going right through his whole body, making him gasp and cling on to Sherlock. Kisses that place on John's neck and if this was what Sherlock had felt when John did that to him it's a wonder he didn't just ravish John right there and then, oh god, please, there. He's not sure if you can come just from kissing but he thinks he might be about to.

 

Tell me what you want, John,” Sherlock says hoarsely, and hearing that voice saying that to him almost tips John over the edge.

 

Fighting back an absurd impulse to say no really I'm fine, because it seems some conditioned reflexes die harder than others, John says “I want to fuck you.”

 

They stare at each other as if neither of them can quite believe John just said that. Sherlock looks slightly apprehensive but also excited.

 

Have you -” John decides not to finish that sentence.

 

No,” Sherlock says. “But I want you to.”

 

Yes, and I want to be first with you for once, John thinks. He's shaken by how ferocious that desire is.

 

What happens next is new for both of them and that's just fine. Doing things in the wrong order, get it right next time, means that John's hands are too slippery with lube to manage the condom, so Sherlock has to put it on for him, stroking it carefully down over John's erection. Which is erotic to a degree John hadn't expected – probably should have done, it is Sherlock doing this to him after all – and makes John have to close his eyes and breathe carefully for a bit.

 

Sherlock is tight but John finds he knows where and how to press – so he bloody should after all the prostate examinations he's given – and whether it's the prostate thing or a serious backlog of sexual frustration that's causing it, Sherlock is getting hard again. John goes on exploring Sherlock with his fingers, working him open patiently, persistently, until Sherlock is moaning and pushing against him and John can't wait any longer to be inside him, has to slide his fingers out and push his cock into that tight hot space, slow and careful till he finds Sherlock doesn't want him to be.

 

And that's fine too, there's a lot of jagged emotion to work off here for both of them, both of them fucking hard and fast now, Sherlock's eyes closing as he grips John and squeezes him breathless, everything greedy and clenching and sharp.

 

Look at me,” John forces out, and Sherlock's eyes open wide.

 

Drowning again, a different kind of drowning, and the wrenching grasp of Sherlock's hand pushing John's hand to where he needs it, everything blurred in a glorious skidding shouting collapse. Sherlock gets there first, like he does with everything, what else is new?, but not by much, which makes a nice change, John thinks, and finds he's giggling at the silliness of the thought and the rush of sensation mixed together, which is unexpected but seems to be OK as well. Undone at last, the pair of them, so thoroughly John thinks he for one may never get properly done up again.

 

 

In the near-silence that follows all this noisy messy activity, they hear the discreet click of the bedroom door being closed from the outside, and an unmistakable step going back down the stairs.

 

Oh god,” John groans, “there'll be no stopping her after this.”

 

Mm,” Sherlock agrees, clearly trying not to giggle and almost succeeding, “you'll have to make an honest man of me now.”

 

Like that's going to happen any time soon.

 

Does Mycroft have a shotgun?”, John asks, a bit nervously.

 

Wouldn't put it past Mrs Hudson to tell him. Better start checking the wardrobe at night just in case, he thinks.

 

I'm not sure about Mycroft,” Sherlock says thoughtfully, “but Mummy certainly does.”

 


Epilogue: Sherlock

 

Hold On To That Boy



Eventually, of course, they have to have that proper talk John's so keen on. No amount of fidgeting or wriggling will get Sherlock out of it, though he tries his best. Just have to get it over with.

 

So Sherlock agrees readily that yes, of course it was silly of him not to have said how he was feeling and of course he will from now on and he won't go rushing off to Lestrade or anybody else every time something's not going how he wants it to, and of course it is much better to talk about these things like mature adults.

 

Privately Sherlock thinks that they wouldn't be having anything like such a nice relaxed conversation if they hadn't had sex first. Which is almost certainly true. And between talking and fucking as a way of dealing with problems in your relationship, Sherlock thinks, give him fucking every time.

 

A well timed shower can work wonders, too. Just as well John texted him to say when he'd be home.

 

He's vaguely aware that he still hasn't told John about that other time with Lestrade, but that really was just an aberration, and it's obviously not going to happen again, so it probably doesn't matter. Doesn't need to shag Lestrade any more anyway now that John has suddenly started being so much more fun in bed. And, despite the proper talk, which is a bit of a wet blanket on things, Sherlock's still too blissed out to worry about anything much.

 

Blissed out and relieved; so relieved he can't let himself feel how much in case he gets scared all over again. He really did come quite close to losing John that time. He'll have to be more careful in future.

 

Whatever that means.

 

He thinks there's something John's not telling him, but it won't take him long to find out what it is, so there's no need to worry about that.

 

Wonders vaguely why John didn't do that good stuff before, because then they needn't have had any of this trouble.

 

Still, safely over now. He sprawls happily across the bed, resting his head on John's chest and listening to the immensely comforting noise of John's heart, calmer now than it was earlier. John's fingers are twisting and pulling his hair gently and occasionally doing rather pleasant things to his scalp and the back of his neck...

 

Mmmm,” Sherlock says appreciatively into John's chest. Then, seized by a sudden pang of renewed anxiety, he sits bolt upright and says “You're not to leave me, ever. Promise.”

 

John pulls his hair much less affectionately than before, making Sherlock say “Ow.”

 

I'm not promising that,” John says. “I'm not completely stupid.”

 

Sherlock prepares to argue but John forestalls him with a hand over his mouth.

 

But,” John continues, “I promise you I'm not leaving now.”

 

Sherlock is muttering protests but they're mostly inaudible.

 

In any case,” John says, “it should be quite obvious that I haven't nearly finished shagging you senseless, because apart from anything else you're still talking.”

 

Sherlock stops muttering and kisses him instead. Much the most sensible thing to do in the circumstances.

 

He's not sure how long they go on kissing before it all starts getting interesting again. Quite a while perhaps. John's not as young as he was.

 

But eventually -

 

Got your breath back?” Sherlock asks.

 

Ready when you are,” says John.



Previous: He wakes up feeling as if he's been in a fight. )


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Tracklist:

 

Chapter 1: Sherlock. The Weakness In Me

Joan Armatrading, The Weakness In Me (from the album Walk Under Ladders, 1982)

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9VDlt4QSDRY&feature=related

 

Chapter 2: Clara. Give Or Take A Night Or Two

from Leonard Cohen, Everybody Knows (1988)

as sung by Rufus Wainwright:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ej3XmbnnwiA&feature=fvw

Chapter 3: Lestrade. The Writing's On The Wall

from Judy Garland, The Man That Got Away

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=iRYVIGjZk_U&feature=related

 

Chapter 4: Sherlock. A Little Bit Stranger

from Rufus Wainwright, Cigarettes And Chocolate Milk

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=d5CLmflrwIA

 

Chapter 5: John. Ghost Of A Chance

from You Go To My Head (recorded by Marlene Dietrich, 1939)

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=AwJ-kY15eFE

 

Chapter 6: John. Before The Night Is Through

from Jace Everett, I Wanna Do Bad Things With You, as used in this excellent Sherlock/John fanvid by ImperviousAffinity:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CGm8WQPC-fI

Epilogue: Sherlock. Hold On To That Boy

from Baby Plays Around (O'Riordan/MacManus), recorded by Anne Sofie von Otter and Elvis Costello (on album For The Stars, 2001)

the second track on here, though the first, No Wonder, is also relevant if you squint:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0uIQbm6IEF8

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Comments

( 24 comments — Leave a comment )
et_cetera55
Oct. 3rd, 2010 02:12 pm (UTC)
Yay for happy endings! :D
Also yay for hot desperate sex!
(His jaw starts aching after a while, he's pretty sure he's strained something essential under his tongue, not to mention being about to die of suffocation made me lol!)
fengirl88
Oct. 3rd, 2010 02:22 pm (UTC)
thank you very much! both for the yays and the lol. happy endings and hot desperate sex FTW. *grins*


greenhoodloxley
Oct. 3rd, 2010 02:26 pm (UTC)
Oh, YAY! You totally made my Sunday morning! :) Oh, I'm so pleased with this ending. It's perfect. :)

Ooh, and the music. Fantastic. I will have to have a listen immediately.
fengirl88
Oct. 3rd, 2010 02:30 pm (UTC)
thank you for the lovely comment! really delighted you enjoyed the ending so much. *beams*

enjoy the music too - it's lovely stuff.
butnotdrowning
Oct. 3rd, 2010 03:56 pm (UTC)
Yay here too! *So* relieved you managed to find a happy ending without smoshing away all the interesting stuff in this fic. I am seriously loving this 'verse, and am glad your John is a bit of a bastard himself, as otherwise he'd be much too good for your Sherlock, who is obviously a *total* bastard, but who you still make me feel a bit of sympathy for. (Especially now I know Lestrade has something good to look forward to.) Also, that description of the blowjob is, not to put a too fine point on it, one of the more realistic ones I've seen in a while, LOL!
fengirl88
Oct. 3rd, 2010 04:07 pm (UTC)
wow! thank you very much for the terrific comment. very pleased to get this. *glows*

and I like a bit of realism now and then, even in happy-ending fic... *grins*
kalypso_v
Oct. 3rd, 2010 04:53 pm (UTC)
Thank you not only for the story, which I have been enjoying very much (especially the exquisite agony of The Writing's On The Wall) but also for pointing to me to possibly the best fanvid I've ever seen. I've played it about ten times now, and am still gasping... but yes, the story. Bottled Lestrade. And John finally working out that instinct isn't enough, which is brilliant.
fengirl88
Oct. 3rd, 2010 05:00 pm (UTC)
thank you very much for this! so glad you enjoyed it. *beaming* like your icon btw - very nice!

and yes, that fanvid. inspired. the other one I play lots at the moment is beautybecks's All You Need Is Me, which has a lovely Sherlock/Lestrade narrative and an entirely appropriate song choice!

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=n7vASi32LT4

very different from the ImperviousAffinity one but it makes me very happy!
kalypso_v
Oct. 3rd, 2010 05:18 pm (UTC)
Yes, I know that one (and I like the way that it, too, shows Lestrade escaping the hook in the end!) But there's just something about that Do Bad Things... Partly the fact that I loved the song already, partly the way the black-and-white makes some familiar shots look fresh (and so perfectly noir). It reminds me of a Xena/Gabrielle vid I saw a while ago, which finally supplied the right artistic setting for the one good clip (X and G circling each other, with G in what appeared to be a black polythene bra) from a rather ghastly episode. I sat in front of this thinking "I watched an entire season of True Blood so I could listen to that song, and all the while I could just have waited for this." So I am eternally grateful. (But I like the story too!)
fengirl88
Oct. 3rd, 2010 05:24 pm (UTC)
I didn't know the song before I saw the fanvid - but agree absolutely with what you say about the b/w and perfect noirishness. just fabulous. also love what it does with incorporating dialogue, which I think is brilliant. and the editing! *swoons happily*
the creativity of people in so many different forms in this fandom is one of the great pleasures of my life right now.
tehomet
Oct. 3rd, 2010 05:46 pm (UTC)
This was FANTASTIC!
fengirl88
Oct. 3rd, 2010 05:56 pm (UTC)
thank you /so/ much - delighted you enjoyed it!
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fengirl88
Oct. 3rd, 2010 06:50 pm (UTC)
*giggling helplessly at your comment. again*

thank you very much! ♥
charisstoma
Oct. 3rd, 2010 06:55 pm (UTC)
Chapter 7 lived up to the promises of chapters 1 through 6.
Excellent.

*grins* You had to put Mrs. Hudson in closing the door for them.
Hot sex and laughter.. the best combination.
Thank you.
fengirl88
Oct. 3rd, 2010 06:59 pm (UTC)
thank you very much! really pleased you liked it.
agree with you entirely about the best combination. *grins*
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fengirl88
Oct. 3rd, 2010 07:01 pm (UTC)
thank you very much! Sherlock is a sneaky one with his plans, but it all worked out this time. so glad you enjoyed it. *hugs*

re. happy OT3 - I'm working on it since the little ice-skating fic opened up the possibility...
*winks back at you*
darthhellokitty
Oct. 4th, 2010 05:59 pm (UTC)
Yay! I knew they'd get there eventually... LOVELY!
fengirl88
Oct. 4th, 2010 10:30 pm (UTC)
thank you very much - so glad you liked it! *beaming*
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fengirl88
Oct. 5th, 2010 05:23 pm (UTC)
*squeeing fangirlishly*
this from you makes me SO happy. thank you!!! ♥
*jumping up and down excitedly*
GO TEAM CLARA.
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fengirl88
Mar. 13th, 2011 09:27 pm (UTC)
thank you very much! I'm delighted you enjoyed it so much and very grateful for your comments.

the bad sex part was inspired partly by TRUTH and partly by that hilarious game of bad!fic bingo a few months ago in the fandom, where one of the tropes being mocked was called "Masterful Virgin (First Time Is Easy Yo)".

it's true that Sherlock is very dysfunctional in this one - he isn't always that bad in my fics. but I'm glad it didn't spoil it for you.
kate_lear
Apr. 17th, 2011 10:34 am (UTC)
I really loved this. Their uncertainty around each other at the start felt very real, as did the building tension between them, & then the resolution at the end was just lovely (& very hot!). I cheered when Lestrade went off into his rant at Sherlock, telling him to bugger off & grow up, and there were a few lines that made me laugh aloud with glee:

He doesn't know what it is that Lestrade's got, but if anyone ever works out how to bottle it they could make an absolute fortune.

Oh John. How right you are. Rupert Graves. Rawr.

And also:

“I'm not sure about Mycroft,” Sherlock says thoughtfully, “but Mummy certainly does.”

Hee! Wonderful! I have so much love for the idea of the Holmes matriarch being a stern, no-nonsense, probably-Head-of-the-Secret-Service, person. I guess she'd have to be, having raised the two sons that she has.

I also loved the rotating POVs, giving a view of their relationship from the outside as well as the inside.

Fantastic!
fengirl88
Apr. 17th, 2011 10:59 am (UTC)
thank you so much! I'm really delighted you liked this. *glows*

ginbitch was a wonderful beta, as always, and her input was crucial in getting the Lestrade/Sherlock relationship to turn out the way it needed to here.

yes, bottled RG would surely make an absolute fortune... and I'm glad you liked the shotgun joke, which made me giggle when I thought of it. I had a great time doing the different POVs, though Clara's came as a surprise at the time.
maggie_conagher
Jun. 18th, 2011 11:51 am (UTC)
might be back with astute comments on second or third reading of this but for now to dizzy and gah!
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