Day 28: Role Playing
Sherlock pulls his fingers out of John and lines his cock up against John's hole. "Are you ready for me?"
John laughs. "Stop with that voice."
"What voice?" Sherlock asks, trying but failing to make his fake French accent more believable. All that happens is his tone comes out more high pitched.
"That voice, Sherlock!" John laughs.
Sherlock presses his cock in slowly. "Zis voice?"
John laughs louder, not helping Sherlock's attempt to become one. "Now you sound Russian, Sherlock!"
"Who is this 'Sherlock' you speak of?" Sherlock asks in a full Spanish accent. "I don't appreciate when you talk about other men we're in bed."
John laughs, his entire body clenching and pushing Sherlock out. "Stop!"
"You're the one who wanted to try role playing," Sherlock impatiently argues, this time a thick Australian accent escaping his mouth.
John throws his head back and laughs louder than he previously had been. He snaps his knees shut and wipes the tears forming in his eyes.
Sherlock furrow his brows. "Seriously John," he says in his own voice. "You said this would be fun. You said—"
"I know what I said!" John cries, still laughing. "But what I meant is that we could, you know, try out a scenario? Wear something out of the ordinary? And when I said you could speak French to me, I didn't mean sounding like the worst French person ever."
Sherlock huffs. "Well, I'm sorry that I'm the one attempting the stupid game of yours."
John sighs. "Well, perhaps stop or try something else."
Sherlock nods.
"Do you want to keep going?"
Sherlock points at his erection. "It's not just going to go away, no matter how long we sit around talking."
"Fine," John says. "Go ahead."
Sherlock slips a hand between John's thighs and grins. "Spread 'em, partner," he says in a really, really bad American southern accent.
"Oh my god!" John laughs.
Sherlock doesn't let up this time due to John's laughter. He slowly pushes into John until he's deep inside.
"Want to try something else?" John asks as Sherlock steadily gains a rhythm of thrusts.
Sherlock shrugs. "Why not?"
John grins. He closes his eyes clears his throat and pushes himself up so he's leaning on his elbows, and Sherlock hooks his elbows under John's knees so he's holding John up a bit.
John's grin disappears as he opens his eyes. "Better roger me good, soldier. There will be consequences if I'm not satisfied."
Sherlock actually shivers and stops thrusting. That voice, that tone, that stare John is giving him is enough to get his heart racing with want. Captain Watson is Sherlock's favorite role play, even if before this he's only seen it during cases.
"I didn't tell you to stop, Lieutenant. Either fuck me or get out of my bunk, I have no use for you otherwise."
Sherlock takes a deep breath, then slowly begins to thrust again.
"There's a good boy, Lieutenant. You like being a good boy?"
Sherlock nods and thrusts only a little bit faster.
John lets out a low moan. "I see you out there in the field. Always so eager to please when you're not being a little shit. So eager to please me, isn't that right, Lieutenant?"
Sherlock nods. "Yes, only you."
"Did I tell you to speak?"
Sherlock shakes his head, bites his lip, and thrusts harder.
John throws his head back and sighs. "There you go, Lieutenant. I knew you could deliver what I want."
"John…" Sherlock sighs.
John reaches up and forcefully grabs Sherlock's jaw. Sherlock's eyes fly open.
"What was that, Lieutenant?"
Sherlock's thrusting slows to a stop. "Captain," he corrects himself. "Captain Watson…I'm sorry—"
John pushes him back until his cock slips out, then he shoves Sherlock down onto the bed.
"I have half the mind to leave you here aching for me while I go find another disobedient twit to get me off. But you don't want me to do that, do you?"
"No, Captain. Please…"
"Why, Lieutenant? Do you feel like you own me?"
Sherlock shakes his head.
John straddles his hips and lines up on his cock. "I own you."
Sherlock nods and takes hold of John's hips, crying out as John sinks down.
"Spit in your hand," John orders.
Sherlock does it.
"Take my cock," John demands next.
Sherlock spreads his own spit along John's erection, then takes him in a comfortably tight fist.
John begins to thrust into Sherlock's fist, every bit of movement pulling Sherlock's cock in and out of his own arse.
"Oh my god!" Sherlock sighs, his head falling back against the bed.
"Look at me," John says.
Sherlock struggles to open his eyes, then hold his gaze on John.
"You're very compliant, Lieutenant, and I like that. But I think tomorrow night I'll find another to use."
"No…" Sherlock whimpers.
John abruptly stops. "No?"
"No, Captain, please…"
"And why are you giving me an order, Lieutenant?"
"Because…" Sherlock begins to stroke John's cock. "Because…I…"
"Why, Lieutenant?"
"Because…"
John pulls Sherlock up by the shoulders so they're pressed chest to chest. John wraps his arms around Sherlock's neck and begins to thrust into Sherlock's fist again.
"Tell me, Lieutenant."
Sherlock buries his face in John's neck and licks every inch of skin he can reach.
"Tell me."
"I love you," Sherlock whispers. "Because I love you."
John moans loudly. "You what?"
"I love you," Sherlock eagerly repeats.
John feels his orgasm approaching quickly and he knows Sherlock is about to burst. He places his hands on both sides of Sherlock's head and holds his still so they can look into each other's eyes. He thrusts hard and moans loudly, then begins to come on Sherlock's hand and stomach.
Sherlock cries out loudly and wraps his arms tight around John as he comes, whispering over and over his love for John.
They slowly regain their breath and let each other go, but John doesn't climb off Sherlock's lap.
"How was that?" John asks.
"Intense," Sherlock answers.
John smiles and kisses Sherlock's cheek, then lips.
"Can you wear the dogtags next time?"
John laughs. "As long as you try to keep up that French accent the entire time."
"You said it was dumb!"
"It is dumb! But it's so cute!"
Sherlock scowls. "I'm not cute."
"Sorry baby, you're always cute."
Sherlock just scowls at him.
John kisses his nose. "I love you too, by the way."
Sherlock shoves him off. "Gee, thanks."
John laughs and follows Sherlock off the bed and to the bathroom.
