AQUARIUM STORY FOR MY LOVELY nofirewithoutsparks! Je t'adore!
P.S. I don't own shit. Also I'm hungry. Bleh.
P.P.S. I am not romantic at all.
P.P.P.S. This may have chapters. Can't decide and I wanna post something.
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"Sherlock, this is a fucking stupid idea. I already have an ASBO because of you, and I don't need anything else, especially something for fucking my lover in a goddamn aquarium where children go on bloody school trips." John seethed, running his hands through his short blonde hair. He checked behind him for what seemed to be the millionth time, pacing about when he thought he heard other voices. He was, according to Sherlock, supposed to be on the lookout for actual employees would might pass and realize that they were not actual workers, and they were in the restricted construction area which was decidedly off-limits anyways.
Sherlock looked over his shoulder at his beloved tiny tyrant, and adjusted the aquarium staff uniform he had on. He had swiped it a week earlier during a case for just a bit of cosplay fun at 221b, but realized he could actually pass as an employee and decided to up the ante. It wasn't a great plan, he knew that, but it was a sexy one and he quite enjoyed sexy plans.
More than he thought he would, at any rate.
He turned his attention back to the lock in front of him, and with one final flick of his wrist, opened it. He tugged on the chain that kept the gate shut, pressing the small door in just enough for him to squeeze through it.
Sherlock stuck his head back out, motioning for John to slide through the opening. He shut the gate behind him, turning John over quickly and pressing as much of himself to John as he could. It was a tight fit, only a small opening that the construction workers usually filled with tools for easy access. It was empty though, and you can be damn sure Sherlock made use of it.
He worked off John's jumper, sliding his hands under the t-shirt underneath and moving John about until he was perched in Sherlock's lap. John gave up his little internal argument about having sex in an aquarium because whatever Sherlock wanted, he usually got and John was just happy to go along for the ride. Literally. So he used the opportunity to press his hips down, running the fingers of his left hand through Sherlock's dark curls, gripping them tightly to pull his lover's head to the side. John dropped his head to that long, pale neck, alternating between nibbling and sucking, mouthing his way up to Sherlock's ear and groaning softly in it.
Yeah. John was good at riling Sherlock up. It was kind of his job. Sherlock was almost rock-hard and they hadn't even kissed yet.
The man in question went almost limp, breath coming out in rushed gasps, head leaning back at a somewhat awkward angle just for more contact, please, oh God please John and he could be damn sure that John would come through on his silent promise. He always did.
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OH MY GOOD LORD 2 NEW STORIES IN 1 DAY?! AHHHHH WHAT IS THE WORLD COMING TO?!
But they're unfinished so I'm laaaaame, I know. Sorry!
AND THIS SEEMED LIKE A GOOD PLACE TO STOP FOR NOW.
Don't worry, I WILL finish it. I've just got a writer's block right now and I would really like this story to not be complete shit so I'm uploading this and I'll finish it SOON.
BAIIIIIII!