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And So It Began	By : Mrs_M Category: S through Z > Sherlock (BBC) > Sherlock (BBC) Views: 2629 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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A/N: This is my first attempt to write smut in a long time so I started with a Solo scene. Feedback is always appreciated.
Tag: Exhibition fantasy in this scene

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9, September
As wakefulness overtook him later that day John was completely disoriented. It was bright, too bright for his usual wake time. The street was too noisy below him and the flat was too warm. For a moment he felt a sizzle of panic zip through him. His eyes shot open and he blinked furiously against the light streaming in through his open curtain.
Oh, Monday he sighed to himself. It was his day off, he had gone to bed far too late and now the day had woken him. Looking to his clock his face fell, from relaxed sleepiness to dismay within moments. He’d only been asleep for 3 hours. A twelve hour shift, an endless conversation with his flat-mate about endless crap and only 3 hours of sleep?! Unacceptable.
Usually his body would give him all the sleep he needed no matter the time of day. His Army mates had called him “The Brick” because, as they said, he slept like one. So what had changed this morning to make him wake so suddenly? The doctor began to take physical stock of himself, his training dictating that a change in sleep pattern was due to a physical abnormality. No aches or pains as far as he could tell, his breathing was normal and nasal passages open. He wasn’t thirsty or hungry or nauseous or sore. John made a move to flip himself onto his front to continue his personal examination and that’s when he finally noticed.
In his attempts to force himself onto his back without using his arms John had ground down into the mattress and felt the thrill of friction against his morning erection. Completing his turn over, he could now see the tent between his legs. His length straining against the material of his trousers and missing the opening there by inches.
‘Fine’, he thought to himself as he wiggled into a comfortable position, he would sleep through it until it went away. Throwing a pillow over his eyes he breathed deep and tried to find sleep again. For minutes he focused just on his breathing, slowing it into a rhythm which could coax him back into the depths of his dreaming. But sleep would not come.
His mind remained calm, no thoughts to keep him awake but he couldn’t stop focusing on his body. A twitch was beginning in the muscles of his shoulder, a long standing side-effect of the wound there. An itch on his toe which required scratching and a niggling sensation in his legs soon followed. But mostly John couldn’t pull his focus away from the pulsing heat in his groin.
No matter how hard he tried John couldn’t seem to get that persistent aching throb to go away. His usual method of naming his bones from the feet up (Phalanges, Metatarsals, Menial Cuneiform, etc.) was of little help and soon he found he was naming a new bone with each pulse of his length. By the time he got to Femur he found himself only thinking of his member standing just above those bones, craving his attention.
After a few minutes of trying, and failing to ease the ache with sheer force of will he admitted defeat and decided his only course of action was to take care of it himself. If nothing else, he thought it would help him sleep.
His skin tightened to goose-flesh as he pulled his trousers to the side, the friction waking the nerves along the purpling head as it sprang free. Pulling the pillow off his face he shoved it behind his head and looked down at himself. John had always believed he was a decent specimen of manhood, above average length and solid girth, but he might have been a bit biased. Looking down now he saw the head was already flush and ready, waiting to be touched and begging for release. He wrapped a hand around his length and began a slow squeeze.
His breath caught as the first waves of sensation skittered over him. Warmth pooling in his belly and urging him forward. His strokes were slow at first, enjoying the feeling of it while his mind searched for an appropriate image. Pictures flew through his head, some pure and earnest, some filthy as he pulled with purpose on his needy cock. Slicking the small drop of precum from his slit and down around the head he grunted. Oh that felt good, that always felt so good.
Reaching down to cup his balls with his free had he hissed out in relief, feeling some of the tension leave them in a heady rush. Rolling them gently as he continued to stroke, base to tip and back again his breath hitched as he began to pant. It wasn’t enough, he was missing something, his mind hadn’t conjured up the right image to really get him to the edge but he increased his speed and soon was writhing on his bed, grunting and moaning as he desperately sought release. And finally, there it was, he could feel his cock squeeze tighter and his heavy balls pull up as he got closer, focusing on his imagined assistance.
Wide, firm lips in an exaggerated bow, milky skin as smooth as silk and eyes that pierced right through him as they stared. His skin flamed under the scrutiny of those eyes, he was being studied by them, watched with interest. He could feel them on him and a hoarse moan came in response. He wanted to be watched by those eyes always. On display like an experiment for study as he pushed himself further and further toward explosion. He thrust into his hand, hips jerking wildly as those lips came down to touch the bare skin of his hip, warm and wet against him, he cried out.
He was close, that insatiable heat pushing through him, consuming him like wild fire as he gasped and pleaded. He needed to cum, needed for those eyes to watch him fall apart under their scrutiny. He wanted nothing more than to be laid bare, a quivering mess to be analyzed.
“Ah – ah – ah-” his moaned out as he neared his finish. God, it felt so good, the hand on his cock working at a feverish pace. The eyes looking on as ever, never breaking away as he fucked his fist . With an animalistic growl he felt it, that final moment of glory before he burst.
“Oh. Oh my god. Yes yes yes –fuck! Fuck!” he screamed as he tipped over the edge.
His orgasm crashed through him, searing him until he was nothing but white light and shaking muscles rocked him to his core. The eyes watched on, the lips still searching along his belly as he came. It seemed to be endless, his hand still jerking greedily along his length until finally he spurted, hot and thick across his stomach.
He mewled for a few more moments, the burning fire of release retreating to a pleasant glow in the limbs. He sighed, contented, pulling an old sock from the floor and wiping his release from his skin before removing his soiled t-shirt. Closing his eyes with a smile the doctor drifted back to sleep a few moments later, enjoying those eyes as they watch over him in slumber.
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