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That One Time	By : IDontKnowWhatImDoing Category: S through Z > Sherlock (BBC) > Sherlock (BBC) Views: 3086 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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This is planned as a collection of shorts, random bits and a few longer pieces; ranging from silly to angst to smut.

That one time John got a new nickname.

John should have tried to go to sleep as soon as they got in bed or he needed to learn how to not be distracted by Sherlock so easily. Then he might have avoided Sherlock's new term of endearment for him, which Sherlock made a point of calling him in front of absolutely everyone.
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"John, don't go in to work tomorrow." Sherlock was laying half on top of him, head on his chest, staring up with those dazzling eyes.
John sighed. Sherlock asked him this almost every night lately.
"But I already took today off."
"And your point?"
"We spent the whole day together doing nothing but lying about the flat."
Placing kisses on his chest Sherlock said, "What we did today is irrelevant. We're discussing tomorrow now."
"I can't keep missing work for us to do nothing."
"Why?"
"I need to save my days off for when you want to drag me all over the city for a case."
"Why?" Sherlock starting licking his lips between kisses, while still staring up at him. The tell-tale sign of an attempt at irresistibly sexy and he didn't want John thinking much about their conversation. Or more specifically, trying to be distracting.
"Because I've taken too much time off already."
"And again, your point?" A long lick up to one of John's nipples.
A shiver ran through him. "Eventually I'm going to be fired."
"Just stop working then." Sliding his leg across John's thigh, his fingers started teasing the waist line of John's pajamas.
"I can't..just stop working."
"Why?"
"Money for one thing."
"For what?"
A small bite on his nipple, fingernails scraping along his hip, John was breathing faster and having trouble thinking. "To pay the rent...and...and other stuff."
"I could take care of that."
"Take care of...oh god...what?" Sherlock started untying John's pajamas, slipping them down past his hips.
"Money. I thought that's what we were talking about."
Sherlock licked his lips again and flicked his tongue out over John's nipple. "what?...are you asking me to...oh..god..you want me to quit my...job?" Sherlock was very good at distracting.
"Mmm"
"You'll just...pay...for everything?"
Sherlock sat up and slid John's pants off, then removed his own. Crawling up to lie on top of him, John wrapped his legs around Sherlock's waist, arms around his neck.
Licking and nipping at John's neck, Sherlock was grinding his hips against him. "I could pay you a consulting detective's assistant salary"
"Oh...god..." John closed his eyes, tilting his head back as their cocks rubbed against each other. "A..what?"
"An assistant salary."
"Are..are…you joking?"
"Of course not." Sherlock rocked his hips harder against John, the friction of their cocks increasing.
"Oh…fuck…" Trying to talk between his heavy breathing was getting difficult, trying to think ever more so. "You mean...pay me to...hang...oh god...around the flat... so you can...ahhh…shag me all day?"
"mmm...would that be a bad thing?" Sherlock reached for the lube from the table.
"So…I'd be...your kept man? Oh fuck." Two wet fingers were teasing his arse. John arched back into the bed, moaning.
A long lick up his neck and Sherlock purred "hmm..my rent boy?"
"You want…me to be…your gigolo?" Sherlock's cock pushed against his arse. "Oh god Sherlock"
"My courtesan?"
A sharp bite on his collarbone and Sherlock entered into him."Fuck...oh god...Sherlock...y..your escort?"
John gripped Sherlock's arse and pushed him in deeper. Sherlock moaned against his neck. Withdrawing his cock slow then thrusting in hard "My tart?"
"Oh god..oh..god…your..harlot?"
John was pushing his hips up as Sherlock pumped faster in and out of his arse.
Whispering in his ear. "My trollop?"
"Your...your strumpet?"
"Oh...yes John." Sherlock licked his ear, pumping into him faster. "My consort?"
"Sherlock...Oh Fuck...you want me..oh god...to be your...whore?"
Sherlock groaned "John...oh god..John...yes."
Reaching between them Sherlock wrapped his hand around John's cock and started stroking, thrusting inside him harder.
Purring into his ear. "My lovely concubine."
"Fuck...Oh my..god..." John rocked up, back bowing as he came. "Oh god...Sherlock..Sherlock.."
Sherlock moaned, hot breath on his neck while his orgasm released between them. Thrusting faster Sherlock quickly followed. John lifted Sherlock's head and kissed him hard between their ragged breath and Sherlock's moans, as he came inside him.

They had settled into their usual sleeping positions, Sherlock pressed against his back holding John tight. John was able to clear his head enough to think about Sherlock's offer.
Well, not entirely. Sherlock had done his job so well that when it finally sank in the next day, John urge to get all emotional and romantic coincided with Sherlock getting a new case.
But right then, just before falling asleep, there was only one important issue that he was solely focused on and if he hadn't been so distracted he would have phrased the question better.
"Sherlock?"
"Mmm?"
"Before I say yes and quit my job, will you promise that you won't start calling me your whore or your concubine?"
"Of course."
"OK then, yes."
Sherlock squeezed him tighter and nuzzled into his neck.
"Goodnight Sherlock."
"Goodnight my adorable strumpet."
"Bloody hell."
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