jazzforthecaptain replied to your post: …
Is it just me or does Jack spend an awful lot of his time getting shoved into walls by potential romantic partners? Ohh, Ianto in bed with John and Jack could get very competitive and catty quick, because John’s a selfish, jealous twat.
Just means they’ll have to gag John. Or find a better use for his mouth 🙂 and Jack likes walls, they’re….firm?
How about Captain John/Captain Jack?
ohh this should fun…
- what was their first kiss like: John kissed Jack. They were on a job and John grabbed Jack and pinned up against a wall and snogged him stupid to hide him from a guard walking by.
- where were they their first time having sex: About five seconds later when Jack shoved John against the opposite wall, deciding the mission could wait a few minutes.
- who’s louder: John, especially since Jack knows just what spots to hit on him now
- who wakes up first: Jack. John would sleep until 4 in the afternoon if you let him.
- who performs/receives oral more often: Jack really loves sucking cock, but John isn’t a slouch either.
- who tries new things more often: John comes up with some really crazy things he finds out about and Jack is pretty much willing to try anything he finds.
- if they had to choose a third+ person to include who would they include: Anyone they can, really. There’s not much limit to their curiosity. If we’re talking post exit wounds though, John wants to get Ianto in bed with him and Jack.
So..I wrote another smut fic.
Cuffed for Science – Sherlock storms into the bathroom to find John with his pants down. “Good! Just like I need you. it’s for a case!”
teaser below the cut
“I require your assistance John,” Sherlock opened the bathroom door.
“Sherlock!” John had his pants half up. “Knock, you bloody bastard!”
“No, no, you won’t need your pants. Or trousers.”
John stared daggers at his flatmate. “What do you need that won’t require pants?” he asked evenly, mentally counting to twenty.
“Come to my bedroom.”
John closed his eyes and upped the count to forty. “I’m not gay, Sherlock.”
“A man’s life depends on this, John, I need your assistance. I need to see how long it takes you to achieve orgasm.”
The mental count went to eighty before John opened his eyes. “Really?”
Sherlock gave John one of his looks. “It must be you, I cannot keep track of the various factors while masturbating myself. Besides. You need to be bound.”
John stared at him. “You want to tie me up and then do what?”
“Masturbate you. Do keep up, John. My bed is closer.”
