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Those Seven Confusing Weeks	By : IDontKnowWhatImDoing Category: S through Z > Sherlock (BBC) > Sherlock (BBC) Views: 3832 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Present

They headed out to meet with Lestrade. Getting in the cab John started to regret wearing these particular jeans almost immeditaly. They were a little too tight for his slightly sore arse. He would have to remember that the next time Sherlock decided to use the whip on his bum. Looking over at Sherlock seated next to him in the cab John had to laugh at himself for trying to not show his discomfort.
Sherlock was smiling at him. "When we get back would you like me to kiss it and made it better?"
"Are you trying to be cute?" John was still squirming around trying to get comfortable.
"Of course not." And his expression made it clear, he was not trying to be cute.
"It might be hours before we're home so calm yourself."
"Then stop wiggling your arse."
"I can't help it."
"Well neither can I."
"You're just going to have to wait."
"I could always tell Lestrade that somethings...mmm come up and we can't meet him until tomorrow." Giving John a suggestive smile.
"You know, when you said you hadn't dated very much you should have clarified that with 'but I love to shag all the damn time' to give me some warning."
Leaning over to give John a kiss he said "Before you I didn't want to all the time."
Along with his sore arse, John's heart started to ache.

They arrived at an upscale flat in a very wealthy area of London and were escorted inside to a immense room crawling with detectives and police officers. Lestrade came over to greet the pair and signaled for them to move out of the way.
The DI explained that there had been a burglary and the owner of the flat had shot one of the robbers. Before he could give any more details, Sherlock and Lestrade started having a heated discussion. Sherlock was complaining that this was a waste of their time as the killer was already known and the robbery was dull. And each time Lestrade tried to go into the details as to why he had called them Sherlock would interrupt.
As for John, he was having some trouble concentrating on what Lestrade was telling them. He had picked up a few things such as priceless paintings, black market art collection and some random words like scandal and royalty. But as the two men continued to bicker John was hearing less and less of what they were saying.
The reason for John's difficulties was because Sherlock had decided that then and there was the perfect time for some payback for that day John hid their toy with the added bonus of getting John turned on. Or maybe it was the other way around, knowing Sherlock that was more likely.
It started with two finger's roughly dragging down John's back, inflaming the tender skin caused by the riding crop hours earlier. John's eyes went wide and his body shuddered.
No one saw this of course. His devilish partner was watching most of the room while he and Lestrade argued. He had waited for a moment when Lestrade had turned away and no one else was looking in their direction.
The second time John sucked in his breath sharply. Sherlock was moving his fingers with just the right amount of pressure to penetrate the buffer of John's shirt and coat but not enough to cause discomfort, sending waves of pleasure straight to John's groin. He was about tell Sherlock to stop but Lestrade had turned back.
And the third time, when he was semi-hard and had to bite his lip not to groan, John understood that things were only going to get more interesting.
Then a minute later Sherlock did it again and biting his lip wasn't enough to suppress the moan as the sensations swept through him.
Having no idea how far Sherlock would take this John started to make a plan to move away. Enjoyable as the sensations were, Sherlock could quite possibly embarrassing the hell out of him before he stopped.
Sometimes dating a mind reader can be endearing, sometimes not. While throwing out another volley of complaints, this time saying that he and John had better things to do than work on this pointless case, Sherlock placed his hand on John's shoulder.
"Right John?"
Pulling him into the conversation Sherlock quelled any ideas of escape.
Quite possibility because he wasn't thinking straight John tried to turn the tables. "Well no not really. Haven't had any cases for awhile." And when that hand on his shoulder gave a little squeeze John tried to stifle a laugh. He still needed to work on not falling into Sherlock's traps.
Lestrade's eyes narrowed at Sherlock. "Than why the hell are you giving me such a hard time about this Sherlock?"
If John had agreed with Sherlock that they were busy they might have been walking out the door right now. But nope, John had just given Sherlock more time to play.
"Because it's just a simple robbery, not worth my time." One finger had found it's way to John's neck and teased the skin. The tightness in John's jeans returned quickly.
Getting distracted again he must have missed Lestrade turn away because the next thing he knew those fingers were scrapping across a tender spot just below his shoulder. Even biting his lip hard, "ahhh..." still came out and he was no longer just semi-hard.
Lestrade began giving John an odd look, probably due to his flushed cheeks and heavy breathing. Tugging his coat down, John was grateful that it was long enough to cover his erection.
"John?"
"What?" Whipping his head around like he had been caught doing something wrong.
"You look warm, maybe you should take you're coat off." Sherlock looked completely serious, the bastard never plays fair.
John couldn't answer, just staring like a deer caught in headlights.
Lestrade started looking back and forth between the two.
"Sherlock?" The DI probably knew by now they were up to some mischief. This wouldn't be the first time Sherlock pulled something on John in front of him.
"So tell me Lestrade why should I care that the man was collecting stolen paintings?"
Looking between them one more time Lestrade continued trying explain.
'Christ Almighty' the nerves on his back were on fire. Lestrade hadn't even turned away that time. John let out a loud sigh, his bottom lip looked slightly swollen from biting down so hard and his knees went weak. 'God that felt so good.'
"Goddamnit Sherlock..." Lestrade was more than a little annoyed. And John went right back to not listening, there was no point in trying.
So caught up between worrying about hiding his arousal and enjoying the hell out of it, he was a bit surprised when Sherlock and Lestrade started to walk away. John didn't move as he wasn't sure he could without drawing attention to himself. Standing still was the best option.
And of course his bastard of a boyfriend called John over to assist him.
"John?" Sherlock repeated.
"Y..yes?"
"Can you come over here and give me your opinion on this." Now in the middle of the room surrounded by police officers, Sherlock was crouched down in front of something on the floor. Lestrade was standing in front of him looking at John expectantly.
Unsuccessfully attempting to not walk stiffly John made his way over to them. Finding his voice he asked "Opinion on what?"
"What do you see?"
"It looks like a soiled glove."
"No, there's something else, come closer."
God damn he is good at this. Trying to not think about all the people around them, John crouched down next to Sherlock, unavoidably showing some discomfort. His erection pressed even further into his jeans which pulled them very tight against his tender arse. He groaned.
Looking over at Sherlock, John wasn't the least bit surprised by what he saw. Sherlock had stopped all pretense. He just watched John with one of his mischievous grins. John had recently convinced himself that he isn't a complete idiot when it comes to Sherlock and his games. He knew he could have stopped all this awhile ago but the combination of being so achingly worked up, not wanting to embarrass himself and enjoying the hell out of Sherlock's attention, deep down he really didn't want to stop him.
John smiled back 'you win, are you done now?'
"What does this look like to you John?" He pointed to a stain on the glove.
And sending a shiver down John's spine that grin went straight to 'Oh no, I'm not done yet' wicked.
Glancing away to look at where Sherlock was pointing John started to speak "Um... it looks like...Oh...fuck..Sherlock."
Not caring that Lestrade could see, Sherlock had placed his hand on John's thigh and slid it straight up, lightly stroking John's painful erection.
"Bloody hell Sherlock this is serious, stop acting like a horny teenager." Lestrade was scowling at both of them and looked around to see if anyone else had noticed.
Sherlock got up, smiled at the DI and said "OK I'll take the case" then walked away.
Standing quickly, causing himself to get a little light headed, John tried to leave the room as fast as he could. Before he made it to the door Sherlock walked up and put an around around his shoulder.
"You can be a real pain in the arse sometimes Sherlock." The DI was clearly angry.
"Hmm...John do you agree, am I a pain in the arse?" And this time not giving a damn who was looking, his hand left Johns' shoulder and went straight to his arse. Giving it a nice little squeeze right on one of the sore spots.
"Oh...my...god..." It came out as part cry of surprise and part moan; and was very loud. John's body shook visibly, his face went bright red and half the room was now looking at him.
Not saying a word he turned and left the room.
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