Title: Making the Connection
Story Summary: A non-chronological collection of short chapters based on one word prompts, includes (pre-)slash for Johnlock & Mystrade
Chapter Summary: John's out and Sherlock decides to go through his laptop. Smut. Prompt: Bitten
Disclaimer: Everything belongs to Moffat, Gatiss & SACD.
A/N: Okay, I'm aware that I might loose some oft you because of this chapter, but that's just the way it is. There won't be much smut in this story but this piece just somehow wiggled its way in. Let me assure you that the smutty chapters will always be marked as those. The prompt came from oneword(dot)com. *UPDATE* after some well deserved criticism for this chapter I edited it. I like it better now, hope you do, too.
John was at the surgery when Sherlock woke up from his post-case ten hours of sleep. It was mid-morning and Mrs Hudson had brought up some scones with a note that she would be out visiting her sister for a few days. She was asking John to look after her plants and feed Sherlock.
He ate the scones with some of the blackcurrant jam that John had bought yesterday and decided to busy himself with John's laptop. It took him less than two minutes to figure out the new password. Somehow he didn't feel like looking through the browser history today, so he decided to look for any new files on the hard drive instead. It had been a couple of weeks since he last had time to investigate John's computer so there was plenty of new data for him to go through. It was mostly the usual: new e-mail attachments, pictures of his friends in Afghanistan, research on their last few cases, some fan mail that he saved to his computer, new music and new videos.
Sherlock knew John's filing system so he recognised what he found right away. John had joined an American porn site and apparently made the best from his limited membership time. He had downloaded more than two dozen videos in the last week. Since they didn't have very descriptive file names Sherlock chose one at random.
It showed two men and a woman, all of them seemed to be in their early twenties and were very attractive. At first the two men only caressed and kissed the woman while they undressed her and themselves, Sherlock found that part rather dull and foreseeable. But then they kissed each other over her head while she performed oral sex on one of them and that certainly was a pleasant twist.
It wasn't the first time that he looked at John's pornography, it also wasn't the first piece of gay pornography he had ever found on his flatmate's laptop, but this video was somehow different. There was no bad acting involved, it was simply three young people who obviously enjoyed sex. They were talking in between kisses, laughing and genuinely having fun arousing each other.
Of course watching this video made it hard for him to will away his morning glory. But then again, his flatmate and his landlady were out, so why bother? Sherlock's hand slid underneath his pyjama bottoms and lazily mimicked what he saw on-screen. He didn't masturbate nearly as often as John, but sometimes it was just easier to make use of an erection than to will it away and occasionally it helped him to clear his mind.
His undivided attention was focused on the laptop screen now. The brown haired man was very vocal and Sherlock had to admit he liked it. For a second he speculated whether he would be vocal if he ever had coitus, but then his mind wandered to John and he couldn't help but wonder if talking played a part in his best friend's sex life.
The other man in the video had blond hair and he seemed to be the top of the two. Sherlock knew very well what to expect, he might not have first-hand knowledge of these things, but his research was not limited to John's personal pornography library.
Soon enough the two well built men seemed to be bitten with enthusiasm, the blond one was fucking the brunette relentlessly and they both seemed to be enjoying it very much. The bottom of the two was smiling, moaning and massaging his own prick. They changed positions after the top had brought his partner – and Sherlock - to almost orgasm prematurely.
Sherlock readjusted his position on the sofa, the laptop resting on his chest now, his legs slightly spread and his hand around his own throbbing erection. His hand was cool because his circulation wasn't the best after hardly eating for five days. The fresh sensation on the sensitive head of his cock made him moan.
If it didn't cause another unnecessary row he would compliment John on his newest findings. Because the two fellows who had now gone back to the missionary position were the hottest thing he had ever found on John's laptop. The woman who had initially been part of the fun seemed to agree with him, since now she stuck to the background and masturbated while she observed the two men having sex.
Sherlock matched his technique with the one that he saw in the video, quickening and intensifying his strokes, reaching his own very audible climax at the same time as the young man on the bottom did. He enjoyed the exceptionally long wave of lust flooding through him as he listened with closed eyes to the moaning that came from the laptop's speakers.
After they had both reached orgasm the brunette knocked over his top and the two young men kissed. First there was clear passion written all over their features, then they caressed each others' cheeks and kissed again, this time it was a lingering, almost loving gesture. The bottom laughed and told the other two how much fun he had had. He kissed his partner again as if to thank him.
All that Sherlock could think was that nobody would ever touch him like that or look at him with such adoration. For the first time in a long while he couldn't simply brush the painful notion aside.