Fic: The Case of the Vanishing Pants
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221b_recsTitle: The Case of the Vanishing Pants
Author: SwissMiss
Pairing: John/Sherlock
Length: 44,024
Rating: Explicit
Warnings: none
Verse: Sherlock BBC
Author's summary: Five times John and Sherlock lost their pants in the course of a case.
Reccer's comments: One of my absolute favorite things is when an author takes a prompt or concept that is inherently ridiculous or cracky and makes it work in a way that is neither, and this fic is an absolute brilliant example of this. Each case is compelling, well-plotted and unique, and leaves absolutely no doubt that the boys simply must lose their pants for the greater good. The characterizations are lovely; Sherlock's blunt offers for John to look at his penis had me face-palming right alongside John, and the UST is just delicious. Stir in Reichenbach feels and an absolutely beautiful, gut-wrenching look at John's PTSD and you have everything you could want. I'm so happy I stumbled across this gem of a fic.
John knew that Sherlock had a relaxed attitude about nudity. The incident at Buckingham palace was proof enough of that, and he'd lounged around their flat in nothing but a sheet at other times as well, when it was hot outside, or when he'd simply not bothered to pick up his clothes from the dry cleaner's. But he'd never gone full Monty right in front of John before.
"Just think of it as a Turkish bath," Sherlock said, unconcernedly flipping through the display on his smart phone.
"Put your pants back on," John said. "And in a Turkish bath they at least have towels."
"I don't particularly relish the thought of having to continue to wear the same sweaty underwear once Lestrade gets here."
As if in proof, a trickle of moisture chose that exact moment to work its way down between John's butt cheeks. He suppressed the urge to wipe at it and said, "I don't particularly relish the thought of Greg walking in and seeing the both of us starkers together."
"You still have your underwear on," Sherlock pointed out. "If it bothers you so much, you can go sit somewhere else."
Author: SwissMiss
Pairing: John/Sherlock
Length: 44,024
Rating: Explicit
Warnings: none
Verse: Sherlock BBC
Author's summary: Five times John and Sherlock lost their pants in the course of a case.
Reccer's comments: One of my absolute favorite things is when an author takes a prompt or concept that is inherently ridiculous or cracky and makes it work in a way that is neither, and this fic is an absolute brilliant example of this. Each case is compelling, well-plotted and unique, and leaves absolutely no doubt that the boys simply must lose their pants for the greater good. The characterizations are lovely; Sherlock's blunt offers for John to look at his penis had me face-palming right alongside John, and the UST is just delicious. Stir in Reichenbach feels and an absolutely beautiful, gut-wrenching look at John's PTSD and you have everything you could want. I'm so happy I stumbled across this gem of a fic.
John knew that Sherlock had a relaxed attitude about nudity. The incident at Buckingham palace was proof enough of that, and he'd lounged around their flat in nothing but a sheet at other times as well, when it was hot outside, or when he'd simply not bothered to pick up his clothes from the dry cleaner's. But he'd never gone full Monty right in front of John before.
"Just think of it as a Turkish bath," Sherlock said, unconcernedly flipping through the display on his smart phone.
"Put your pants back on," John said. "And in a Turkish bath they at least have towels."
"I don't particularly relish the thought of having to continue to wear the same sweaty underwear once Lestrade gets here."
As if in proof, a trickle of moisture chose that exact moment to work its way down between John's butt cheeks. He suppressed the urge to wipe at it and said, "I don't particularly relish the thought of Greg walking in and seeing the both of us starkers together."
"You still have your underwear on," Sherlock pointed out. "If it bothers you so much, you can go sit somewhere else."
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Date: 2013-01-21 09:51 am (UTC)