Not betaed, not brit-picked, english is not my first language. I just wrote this "quick and dirty", because this damn plotbunny wouldn't leave me alone.
Inspired by these tumblr pics:
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Sherlock hesitated for a few seconds. Then he seemed to reached a conclusion. He straightened his shoulders and stood up. John waited, but nothing else happened.
He registered a strange look in Sherlocks equally strange, pale and utterly fascinating eyes and decided that a little reminder would be appropriate.
"So, shall we begin?" he asked - still very polite.
Although Sherlock held himself straight and tall – nearly rigid – the movement of his arms and hands was graceful. He opened the button of his jacket and pulled it back a little bit to show of his tight, crisp shirt and his – no doubt – lean, but muscular chest underneath.
"At your service," he said in a strange mix of pride, callousness and defeat.
A toothy, bright smile appeared on John's lips.
"Please..." he said with a slight bow of his head.
Sherlock shrugged out of his jacket and unbuttoned his shirt slowly.
"How old are you?" John asked him.
"Twenty-three." The reply was delivered prompt, almost casual.
Too casual. John smirked.
"Nice try. How old are you really?"
Sherlock shrugged and tugged at his belt.
"Why does it matter?"
John crossed his legs and folded his hands in his lap – mirroring Sherlock's former position completely.
"Because I'm trying to understand how you could remain unsoiled for so long."
The belt was pulled free from his loops and Sherlock placed it next to his discarded jacket on his armchair.
"I was never interested before in this kind of activity." He sounded bored and disgusted.
John flashed him a toothy grin.
"And now – all of a sudden – you're interested in getting buggered?"
A slight red flush appeared on Sherlock's sharp cheekbones and he answered evasively: "I owe Miss Adler a favour..."
"And you use your virginity to pay her back," John stated.
"Yes."
John noted that with this one word a little lost look crept in Sherlock's eyes, although his voice remained cool, collected, business-like. John respected people who understood business. He had to focus on the business part of this scene. He had to concentrate on his fun. Emotions and business don't mix well in his world. He had to forget this small, lost look in those lovely pale eyes. He went to this brothel to have fun – not to get himself a new lover. Emotions are bad. Business was good. He could work with that.
"You already work here for what... three months?" John asked.
"Four months, three days." Sherlock pulled his shirt out of his trousers. There was a flicker of a pale chest, hairless and smooth as marble. John licked his lips. He so loved smooth boys.
"How come you're still a virgin? I would have guessed Miss Adler would have sold you off much sooner?"
"Miss Adler thought that the price for my virginity would be higher if we waited a little bit. She wanted me to show around for a while... let the guest get to know me."
John noticed, that Sherlock was delaying his undressing. The little tease now unbuttoned his handcuffs. Oh, he would so pay for that!
"So what did you do here for a living? What did you do to entice a high enough bid?" John really was curious.
"I sucked cocks. I'm a magnificent cocksucker." Sherlock told him bluntly.
A short, amused laugh escaped John's lips against his will.
"You're such a show-off..." He shook his head.
A very small smile appeared on Sherlock's face.
"Not really. That was me being modest."
John looked Sherlock over. This boy was amusing, but he had to learn who was in charge here. Time to take him down a notch.
"I guess that as a mere cockslut you hadn't earned enough money to pay Miss Adler back. Am I right?" Sherlock blushed again, but remained still. "But... if you can get fucked in your ass – three or four times each day – you will make big money for her."
Sherlock scowled.
"Yes." His tone was clipped – bordering on angry.
John exhaled slowly. The first flare of arousal surged through his body. He always enjoyed breaking the feisty ones.
Sherlock let his shirt fall off his left shoulder. A pink, pebbled nipple surfaced. John's fingers twitched. This hard little nub practically begged to be sucked, licked and bitten. Inside his body John's blood ran hot through his flesh – on the outside he remained calm. He had a plan. And he was in charge.
"Just out of curiosity..." John resumed their former talk, "You said before, that you were never interested... but nevertheless... how many offers did you get across the years? One hundred or more?"
Sherlock eyed him with a confused look.
"I beg your pardon?"
"Don't tell me no one ever tried to get in your pants. With that way you look..."
"Wait a moment," Sherlock interrupted him with his hand held in front of his body in a stopping gesture. "Are you trying to tell me, that you think that I am beautiful?" He had narrowed his eyes and looked completely blank.
Now it was John's turn to be confused.
"You do own a mirror, right?"
Sherlock snorted.
"There's no need to flatter me," he said disdainfully. "You bought me. I have to follow your orders. Just. Get. On. With. It."
"Oh, pushy... are we?" John purred and stood up.
Sherlock was taller than him, but John could be very intimidating when he chooses to be just that. Greater men than a mere rentboy had backed off when John was in full Boss-Mode. It came like a surprise that Sherlock didn't flinch, but at least his face went a little bit paler and his pupils dilated as if he was aroused.
"Do I have to beat you into submission?" John whispered with a toothy grin.
Sherlock swallowed visibly but stayed his ground.
"You may start with the riding crop, if you want to."
"You like the riding crop?"
"I've had worse" Sherlock stated flatly and finally let his shirt glide off his body.
John looked him over. The naked, pale chest – the pink, hard nipples – the few purple bruises in various shades and forms.
"I see..." he said slowly. "I'm not the first one you'd tried to get clever with."
"Obviously." Sherlock remarked deadpan. "And that's my second asset. I'm not only good at sucking cock. I can also take a good beating without making a fuss."
To be continued...
