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John bent down to examine a box of tea when he felt a hand on his shoulder. A long, dramatic sigh sounded above him.
"Get bored of people watching out front, Sherlock?" John asked, giving Sherlock a glance up for a second before turning back to the tea.
"Yep. Everyone is so booooring!" Sherlock said dramatically, throwing his head back.
"I'm sorry we're all so boring to you," John mused, shooting him an angry glance.
John stood and sighed, rubbing his knee. He threw the tea in his basket and started down the aisle, listening to Sherlock follow him.
"Oh, don't be like that, John. You know you're not quiet as boring as everyone else," Sherlock said, shoving his hands in his pockets.
Sherlock suddenly reached into John's basket and pulled out a box.
"What are -these-?" He asked, turning the box over. "Condoms? What do you need -condoms- for? I know you take them on your dates and all, but you never -use- them."
John's face brightened and he reached for the box, Sherlock pulling it out of his reach. "Give those back!"
"Why do you -have- them?" Sherlock asked again, reading the box. "Why are you buying them?"
"Because... I.... Need them..." John's face brightened even more.
"For -what-?!" Sherlock boomed in laughter. "You don't have a -girlfriend-!"
"Sherlock!" John almost shouted, snatching the box from his hand and shoving it on a random shelf. "Fine, you happy?! You ruined it! I won't buy them!"
He stormed away to leave Sherlock deeply confused. He looked after John, looked at the box, grabbed it and ran after John.
"What did I ruin? Why are you keeping from buying them just because of what I said?" Sherlock asked, holding the box in front of John's face. "What were you planning to do with them? I highly doubt what I said will stop you from having sex with one of your girlfriends!"
"They weren't for 'one of my girlfriends', Sherlock!" John shouted. He shoved Sherlock out of the way and made his way to the checkout.
He started scanning the items, getting angrier and angrier as the machine repeated there were unscanned items in the baggage area. After a few minutes of abuse from the machine, he threw his hands up and left the store. Sherlock paid for the items and took the bags, running after John, the condoms in a separate bag, bouncing against his leg.
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Sherlock made his way into the flat and set the bags down. He searched the flat for John and couldn't find him. He took the condoms and made his way up to John's room, where he found John spread out on his bed, face buried in the pillows.
"John?" Sherlock asked, moving into the room. "What are these for?"
"Just leave me alone, Sherlock. You ruined everything and I don't really want to see you right now," John said, turning his head away from the door.
"John, you have to tell me," Sherlock said, his voice strong and demanding.
"I don't -have- to do anything," John retorted, pulling the covers higher up on his chin.
"John!" Sherlock demanded, yanking the covers from John's body. "Tell me!"
"They were for you!" John shouted, sitting up in the bed and turning at Sherlock.
"W-what?" Sherlock chuckled, raising an eyebrow.
"I was going to ask you to... Forget it..." John said, shaking his head and laying back down, looking away. "It's stupid, you'll laugh."
Sherlock sat on the bed, leaning over John's body and running his hand south to John's button on his pants. "You want me to take you?" Sherlock asked, trying to look John in the eye.
John's face brightened again. "S-something like that... except... me take you..." He muttered, clutching a pillow to his chest. "But you ruined it. It'a obvious what you'd say..."
"It's obvious I'd say yes?" Sherlock asked, smiling and undoing John's button, setting the box in his other hand down on the bedside table.
He ran his hand through John's hair and got closer.
"Why would you say yes?" John muttered, his face still burning and his body wanting to feel Sherlock all over.
"Because, I love you," Sherlock said, bending down far enough that he could brush his lips on John's cheek. "You're the only one I've ever felt like this for... I want you to take me, John..."
John sat up and looked Sherlock in the eye, surprise coating his features. "You sure?"
"Positive," Sherlock whispered.
Slowly, John lay Sherlock down and got on top of him. "If you want me to stop-"
"I won't."
"Okay..."
John slowly started undressing him, finally pressing his lips to Sherlock's and just losing it at that.
Sherlock didn't know how long John had waited for this...
"Get bored of people watching out front, Sherlock?" John asked, giving Sherlock a glance up for a second before turning back to the tea.
"Yep. Everyone is so booooring!" Sherlock said dramatically, throwing his head back.
"I'm sorry we're all so boring to you," John mused, shooting him an angry glance.
John stood and sighed, rubbing his knee. He threw the tea in his basket and started down the aisle, listening to Sherlock follow him.
"Oh, don't be like that, John. You know you're not quiet as boring as everyone else," Sherlock said, shoving his hands in his pockets.
Sherlock suddenly reached into John's basket and pulled out a box.
"What are -these-?" He asked, turning the box over. "Condoms? What do you need -condoms- for? I know you take them on your dates and all, but you never -use- them."
John's face brightened and he reached for the box, Sherlock pulling it out of his reach. "Give those back!"
"Why do you -have- them?" Sherlock asked again, reading the box. "Why are you buying them?"
"Because... I.... Need them..." John's face brightened even more.
"For -what-?!" Sherlock boomed in laughter. "You don't have a -girlfriend-!"
"Sherlock!" John almost shouted, snatching the box from his hand and shoving it on a random shelf. "Fine, you happy?! You ruined it! I won't buy them!"
He stormed away to leave Sherlock deeply confused. He looked after John, looked at the box, grabbed it and ran after John.
"What did I ruin? Why are you keeping from buying them just because of what I said?" Sherlock asked, holding the box in front of John's face. "What were you planning to do with them? I highly doubt what I said will stop you from having sex with one of your girlfriends!"
"They weren't for 'one of my girlfriends', Sherlock!" John shouted. He shoved Sherlock out of the way and made his way to the checkout.
He started scanning the items, getting angrier and angrier as the machine repeated there were unscanned items in the baggage area. After a few minutes of abuse from the machine, he threw his hands up and left the store. Sherlock paid for the items and took the bags, running after John, the condoms in a separate bag, bouncing against his leg.
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Sherlock made his way into the flat and set the bags down. He searched the flat for John and couldn't find him. He took the condoms and made his way up to John's room, where he found John spread out on his bed, face buried in the pillows.
"John?" Sherlock asked, moving into the room. "What are these for?"
"Just leave me alone, Sherlock. You ruined everything and I don't really want to see you right now," John said, turning his head away from the door.
"John, you have to tell me," Sherlock said, his voice strong and demanding.
"I don't -have- to do anything," John retorted, pulling the covers higher up on his chin.
"John!" Sherlock demanded, yanking the covers from John's body. "Tell me!"
"They were for you!" John shouted, sitting up in the bed and turning at Sherlock.
"W-what?" Sherlock chuckled, raising an eyebrow.
"I was going to ask you to... Forget it..." John said, shaking his head and laying back down, looking away. "It's stupid, you'll laugh."
Sherlock sat on the bed, leaning over John's body and running his hand south to John's button on his pants. "You want me to take you?" Sherlock asked, trying to look John in the eye.
John's face brightened again. "S-something like that... except... me take you..." He muttered, clutching a pillow to his chest. "But you ruined it. It'a obvious what you'd say..."
"It's obvious I'd say yes?" Sherlock asked, smiling and undoing John's button, setting the box in his other hand down on the bedside table.
He ran his hand through John's hair and got closer.
"Why would you say yes?" John muttered, his face still burning and his body wanting to feel Sherlock all over.
"Because, I love you," Sherlock said, bending down far enough that he could brush his lips on John's cheek. "You're the only one I've ever felt like this for... I want you to take me, John..."
John sat up and looked Sherlock in the eye, surprise coating his features. "You sure?"
"Positive," Sherlock whispered.
Slowly, John lay Sherlock down and got on top of him. "If you want me to stop-"
"I won't."
"Okay..."
John slowly started undressing him, finally pressing his lips to Sherlock's and just losing it at that.
Sherlock didn't know how long John had waited for this...
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Comfort
"John, it's okay, it's alright now."
"NOW IT'S NOT! It is not okay!"
I had never seen John so scared, so angry, so out of control. It frightened me. He was always calm, held himself back, always in control. But he wasn't as I watched him. He breathed rapidly and shallow, I could practically see his heart pounding away in his chest. He was scared stiff by what he had seen, even if it wasn't real.
"Okay John, you need to calm down," I soothed.
"NO! I just
ARGH!" John yelled. He was falling apart right in front me. I needed to comfort him somehow, I just didn't know how. Feelings isn't something I know a great deal of, they'd become eve
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The Wedding Part 1 - Stag Party
*STAG PARTY*
9:45
You should have come with us!
JW
9:50
You know I don't enjoy noise, crowds and idiotic behavior. Pubs are prolific in all three.
SH
9:59
Your no fun.
JW
10:02
Don't you mean "You're"?
SH
10:05
Stuff it
JW
10:06
You're intoxicated aren't you?
SH
10:11
Nop. Well maybe a tadd.
JW
10:12
Tad only has one D. And I'm assuming you meant 'Nope'? Obviously incorrect.
SH
10:14
Smartarse.
JW
10:15
You've mentioned that before.
SH
10:18
Ive just noticed that its true in boht meanings of the wrod. You act like a smart-arse and you've got a smatr lloking arse.
JW
10:
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The Wedding Part 3 - Cheers!
Mrs. Hudson insists that they stop outside the cafe and take a few photos in front a small tree that was planted for landscaping. They acquiesce and loop their arms around one-another's waists.
Sherlock despises having his picture taken, but he manages a polite smile. John has a ridiculous grin that he can't wipe from his face. Mrs. Hudson snaps away on the digital camera they'd gotten her for Christmas until Sherlock finally gets tired of it all and walks out of frame.
"Sherlock! I wasn't done." she reprimands, gesturing for him to go back.
"You've gotten at least a dozen photographs of us in the same position. If none of those are to you
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Fighting with myself over if there should be a part 2 or not >v<
Give me your vote:
1. Major sex scene
2. Leave it.
Tomorrow will be the continuation of "The Glass Skull" tonight was just a little late to type up the story, it's a LONG part so hold on for tomorrow
commissions are still open and they are free
~Blake Moriarty
Give me your vote:
1. Major sex scene
2. Leave it.
Tomorrow will be the continuation of "The Glass Skull" tonight was just a little late to type up the story, it's a LONG part so hold on for tomorrow
commissions are still open and they are free
~Blake Moriarty
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And part 2 never came....
Some say that Black-Rose-117 is still writing...
Some say that Black-Rose-117 is still writing...