This thing popped in my head falling asleep last night. Sherlock and John’s relationship, canon compliant, I think.
Into the Light – John and Sherlock became lovers after the pool. It would take much longer for them to speak it aloud.
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They’d become lovers after the pool. The Yard let them go in the wee hours of the morning, and Sherlock had taken John home. They climbed up to the flat and Sherlock wordlessly stripped him to check for wounds. John had turned and touched his cheek and as their eyes met they could no longer deny this. They fell into each other’s arms right there on the sofa, a nearly silent intercourse, parting as soon as it was done.
But those times were rare. Their lovemaking only happened in the dark and small hours when even the bravest man’s heart might fail. They never spoke as they sought comfort in each other’s bodies. When it was over they went to their own rooms. And to the outside world they gave their excuses and lies: “I’m not gay.” “It’s the Work that’s important.”
And then Sherlock had died.
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Fandom: Sherlock
Pairing: Johnlock
Rating: Explicit
Summary: [MerKat RPs series 15] His uni graduation only hours behind him, all John wants to do is sit down and relax. Harry, good big sister that she is, has other ideas.
Additional Tags: Unilock, Rentboy!Sherlock, Sexual Experimentation, top!John, bottom!Sherlock, Blow Jobs, Fingering, Anal Fingering, Sex, Anal Sex, Light Bondage, Rope Bondage
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Hey I haven’t posted a quick little pwp first time fic in a while:
A Pot of Tea – John never expected this to happen over a pot of tea
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John never expected this to happen over a pot of tea. They’d been moving closer and closer for months, neither of them quite willing to step over the invisible line between them. It would happen eventually, but John always figured it would happen in the adrenaline of a case, the heat of a moment.
But what really happened was this:
They were sitting eating breakfast. Or rather John was eating breakfast. Sherlock was in the kitchen and John assumed he was puttering with an experiment. Either way, the doctor was just getting over a cold that had kept him mostly in bed the last two days. Mrs. Hudson had brought food and tea and he’d barely even seen his flatmate, though late the night before he’d heard the violin. Sniffling just a bit he reached for his mug without looking up from the paper. The mug was gone.