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fic: Light Fantastic

Title: Light Fantastic
Author: fengirl88
Fandom: BBC Sherlock
Pairing: Sherlock/John
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: none, but see A/N
Wordcount: 630
Disclaimer: These characters are not mine.
Summary: He's an experiment, or possibly an exciting new instrument Sherlock's still learning to play - still finding out what it can do, what sounds he can draw from it.
A/N: Written for alizarin_nyc's Five Acts Meme prompt "Begging. Make them want it, and then want it some more. See also: orgasm delay."

John's lying naked on his back, gripping the iron bedframe and trying to hold himself still, because he knows what will happen if he moves. He should have known Sherlock wouldn't be able to resist finding out the range of his body's reactions. He's an experiment, or possibly an exciting new instrument Sherlock's still learning to play - still finding out what it can do, what sounds he can draw from it.

Sherlock's long fingers trail teasingly down John's chest and move in light circles on his abdomen. John moans with frustration. His cock is painfully hard and he feels as if Sherlock's been doing this for hours, touching him all over, too lightly to get him off. His skin feels impossibly sensitive, and Sherlock seems to know the exact right touch to drive him crazy, keep him on the edge.

"Please, Sherlock," John groans. "I can't stand it."

"Oh, I think you can," Sherlock says.

He's right, of course, damn him. He knows exactly how much John can stand, though he keeps pushing it a little more each time.

"Don't move," Sherlock says warningly.

John needs to move, he's got to, but he knows if he does Sherlock will stop, take his hands away altogether. He bites his lip and wills himself to lie still.

Sherlock's hand brushes against the head of John's cock, a fleeting, barely-there touch that feels almost accidental. John can't stop himself from crying out, and Sherlock makes a small satisfied noise that's not quite a purr but close to it. He closes his fingers around the base of John's cock, making a ring of his hand that's just that bit too loose for what John needs, and slides his hand up and down, sometimes touching, sometimes not quite. John can feel the heat of Sherlock's hand, the maddening closeness, not enough, never enough –

"Please," he says again. "Sherlock, please, I can't, it's –"

"Lie still," Sherlock says, as John's hips buck in spite of himself.

"Tighter," John begs, "harder, Sherlock, please, please, I need to –"

He grips the bedframe desperately as Sherlock's fingers and palm twist around his cock, teasing him till he's beside himself, till he'd do anything, anything at all if Sherlock would only let him come, make him come.

Sherlock's eyes are dark with lust and his face is flushed. "If you could see yourself," he says, voice tight with arousal. "God, the way you look, John, so beautiful, it's amazing –"

John knows how he looks: he looks a mess. Wrecked, sweating, desperate. He doesn't need a mirror to tell him that; the look on Sherlock's face is enough.

"Come for me," Sherlock says, and he tightens his hand just enough, finally, precome making his grip slide easily as he pulls and twists. "Come now."

John comes, shuddering and moaning, so hard he sees stars.

Sherlock throws himself on top of John, his cock slipping and sliding as he rubs himself against John's stomach. He's sobbing for breath, and it doesn't take long at all - just long enough for John to grip him and squeeze once, twice, three times, and then Sherlock is coming, crying out with each pulse of orgasm.

"One of these days I'm going to make you wait for it," John says, when he can speak again.

"Mmm," Sherlock says, wriggling luxuriously against him.

"If you don't kill me first," John adds. "Jesus, Sherlock, I thought my head was going to explode."

Sherlock laughs, a deep satisfied sound, and pushes his face into the crook of John's neck. His lips move, but John can't work out what Sherlock's mumbling against his skin.

"Hmm?" John says.

"I said, you love it," Sherlock repeats, sounding impossibly smug.

"Huh," John says, but he doesn't deny it.

They both know it's true, after all.


ETA: those who prefer fics where John does the teasing might enjoy these three:

Like The Back Of Your Hand (first time with skittish!Sherlock and top!John)

Playing It Safe (aka "the one with the carpet")

Mastermind (aka "the one with the washing machine")

Also posted at http://fengirl88.dreamwidth.org/80127.html with comment count unavailable comments.


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May. 15th, 2012 07:57 pm (UTC)
I love the humor in this piece: so brief, but it says so much!
May. 15th, 2012 08:09 pm (UTC)
thank you very much - I'm glad you liked it! *grins*
May. 15th, 2012 08:17 pm (UTC)
I think Sherlock deserve a little of that too!
May. 15th, 2012 08:19 pm (UTC)
*grins* thank you - I'm glad you do!
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May. 15th, 2012 08:31 pm (UTC)
One of these days I'm going to make you wait for it
Somehow I think there might be a long time before the tables are turned! I love the way you portray them here.
May. 15th, 2012 08:40 pm (UTC)
thank you very much! I have written a couple of fics in which John teases Sherlock, though neither of them is exactly a reversal of this one...

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May. 15th, 2012 11:44 pm (UTC)
Lovely fic! :-)
May. 16th, 2012 07:18 pm (UTC)
thank you! *beams*
May. 16th, 2012 01:53 am (UTC)
This is seriously HOT and funny! I can easily imagine their relationship being like this -- with Sherlock conducting experiments on John, teasing him mercilessly. *g* This is a great read. :-)
May. 16th, 2012 07:19 pm (UTC)
*grins* thank you very much - I'm glad you liked it!
May. 16th, 2012 03:12 am (UTC)
I think I need a cold shower.
May. 16th, 2012 07:22 pm (UTC)
*grins* thank you! glad it worked for you.
May. 16th, 2012 03:28 am (UTC)
May. 16th, 2012 07:23 pm (UTC)
thank you!
May. 16th, 2012 03:36 am (UTC)
I love it. I'm laughing but it's also very hot. I like to read about teasing but would not like it at all myself.

yay, Johnlock! More please. I love your writing. any pair, any where. just more.
May. 16th, 2012 07:25 pm (UTC)
thank you - very glad you enjoyed this! I'm with you about the teasing, which I think is more fun to write about and to read than in real life... *grins*
May. 16th, 2012 01:19 pm (UTC)
This is just delicious =) Would you consider writing a piece with top!John being the one all in charge and making Sherlock wait?xxx
May. 16th, 2012 07:26 pm (UTC)
thank you very much - glad you enjoyed it! I have written a few fics where John's the one in charge (links in the ETA at the end of this entry) - they're not exactly the same situation but you might enjoy them if you like top!John.
May. 19th, 2012 07:41 pm (UTC)
I like the fact that even though Sherlock's teasing John, he's still so affectionate to him. It's not powerplay, so much as an appreciation of John's physical endurance that motivates him. And I particularly liked how John doesn't need a mirror, because he can see his state reflected in Sherlock's own.
May. 19th, 2012 08:49 pm (UTC)
thank you very much - I'm glad you enjoyed it! the teasing does seem to be quite affectionate, whichever of them is doing it. *grins*
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