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Fic Rec: Pertpetual Motion
Title: Perpetual Motion
Author: citrine
Pairing: John/Sherlock
Length:75,789
Rating: Explicit
Warnings: none
Verse: Sherlock BBC
Author's summary: Everyone thinks that they're a couple, but Sherlock's self-sexual and John's straight, so they're never going to fall in love, are they? Even if neither of them can imagine life without the other.
Reccer's comments: Full disclosure time. I was lucky enough to find this story when it had a chapter left to post. I think if I’d stumbled on it sooner, it might have killed me. The story centers on Sherlock edging for an entire month, after some false starts in the beginning, and his developing relationship with John. Talk about your unresolved sexual tension.
There’s also a heart-aching subplot with Sherlock’s grandmother who dies, leaving with him an estate and an unwelcome deluge of awkward memories and emotion. And of course, there’s John’s battle with the blurred line that is his sexuality.
This story is gloriously hot, emotionally satisfying and hilarious. It’s well-rounded enough that it falls *this close* to being cracky without tipping over the edge. And the pacing is extremely well-planned, painfully so towards the end, but worth every one of the 31 chapters.
“Oh, right, good.” John sounded disappointed. He drained the dregs of his lager. “I knew that you’d never be on for that month thing.”
It was like taking sweets from a child and Sherlock disregarded the internal voice that warned him he would regret this. “That is an assumption for which you have no evidence. I’m perfectly capable of lasting a month.”
John’s gaze locked with his. “Prove it,” he whispered.
Sherlock found him enchanting like that, with a challenge in his wide eyes and a yearning in his voice; all cuddly jumper and muted passion. For one insane moment he would have agreed to anything John asked of him. “Oh, I will. Shall we say that the game is on?”
“Yeah, lets.” John shook the can, clearly hoping for the courage of more alcohol. “Look, it’s not that I don’t trust you, but to make it absolutely fair it might be better if you did your wanking - most of your wanking - when I’m around.”
The stipulation was neither entirely unexpected nor unwelcome. “Very well, I will only perform under medical supervision, assuming that my medical supervision doesn’t die of embarrassment.”
“Belt up,” said John. He glanced at his watch. “It’s late and we’re both knackered, you’re looking fairly pasty actually, so let’s make tomorrow day one, which means you’ve got to hold out until the 28th June.”
“Agreed.” He was too tired to begin there and then, but a little devil drove him to frame his next question. “So when I wake up with my usual morning wood am I to bring it, untouched by human hands, to your attention?”
“Oh Christ,” muttered John. Then he met Sherlock’s eyes. “Yeah, you had better had, but don’t go waving it at me at the crack of dawn, some of us value our sleep.”
Author: citrine
Pairing: John/Sherlock
Length:75,789
Rating: Explicit
Warnings: none
Verse: Sherlock BBC
Author's summary: Everyone thinks that they're a couple, but Sherlock's self-sexual and John's straight, so they're never going to fall in love, are they? Even if neither of them can imagine life without the other.
Reccer's comments: Full disclosure time. I was lucky enough to find this story when it had a chapter left to post. I think if I’d stumbled on it sooner, it might have killed me. The story centers on Sherlock edging for an entire month, after some false starts in the beginning, and his developing relationship with John. Talk about your unresolved sexual tension.
There’s also a heart-aching subplot with Sherlock’s grandmother who dies, leaving with him an estate and an unwelcome deluge of awkward memories and emotion. And of course, there’s John’s battle with the blurred line that is his sexuality.
This story is gloriously hot, emotionally satisfying and hilarious. It’s well-rounded enough that it falls *this close* to being cracky without tipping over the edge. And the pacing is extremely well-planned, painfully so towards the end, but worth every one of the 31 chapters.
“Oh, right, good.” John sounded disappointed. He drained the dregs of his lager. “I knew that you’d never be on for that month thing.”
It was like taking sweets from a child and Sherlock disregarded the internal voice that warned him he would regret this. “That is an assumption for which you have no evidence. I’m perfectly capable of lasting a month.”
John’s gaze locked with his. “Prove it,” he whispered.
Sherlock found him enchanting like that, with a challenge in his wide eyes and a yearning in his voice; all cuddly jumper and muted passion. For one insane moment he would have agreed to anything John asked of him. “Oh, I will. Shall we say that the game is on?”
“Yeah, lets.” John shook the can, clearly hoping for the courage of more alcohol. “Look, it’s not that I don’t trust you, but to make it absolutely fair it might be better if you did your wanking - most of your wanking - when I’m around.”
The stipulation was neither entirely unexpected nor unwelcome. “Very well, I will only perform under medical supervision, assuming that my medical supervision doesn’t die of embarrassment.”
“Belt up,” said John. He glanced at his watch. “It’s late and we’re both knackered, you’re looking fairly pasty actually, so let’s make tomorrow day one, which means you’ve got to hold out until the 28th June.”
“Agreed.” He was too tired to begin there and then, but a little devil drove him to frame his next question. “So when I wake up with my usual morning wood am I to bring it, untouched by human hands, to your attention?”
“Oh Christ,” muttered John. Then he met Sherlock’s eyes. “Yeah, you had better had, but don’t go waving it at me at the crack of dawn, some of us value our sleep.”