The Heat

1. february 2013 at 12:05 | Thalia Contostavlos
......This is a story which I started sometime around Christmas, but finished only today. There's no logical set up or anything, so you can imagine whatever situation you want. I hope you'll find it as enjoyable to read as I've found it to write :)
Warnings: implied slash (John/Lestrade)
Disclaimer: I don't own anything

I watched as the drop of sweat run down the side of John's neck. I gulped. His white shirt clung to his chest revealing the shape of hard muscles underneath.
......I felt my trousers tighten uncomfortably and closed my eyes. What the bloody hell was wrong with me? The last time I checked, I wasn't gay. I cleared my throat and decided to think about the St. Bart's morgue and the smell that always seems to linger in it.
......I was relieved to feel my arousal disappearing.
......I heard a light rustle of clothes and opened my eyes just in time to see John unbutton his shirt. He smiled at me apologetically when he noticed me watching him.
......"Sorry, it's too hot in here."
......I nodded and swallowed as I got a glimpse of John's abdomen. Morgue, think about morgue.
......I heard John snicker at my obvious discomfort and looked up at him. He'd already shed the shirt and was now drying himself off with it. I noticed the scarred flesh on his left shoulder and sighed imagining the bullet that had caused it.
......"You alright?" asked John when I didn't say anything and just kept staring at his shoulder.
......I tore my eyes away and nodded. "Just wondering. Does it hurt?"
......He shook his head. "Only when it's too cold do I feel some throbbing. But that's not the case today."
......I smiled and looked him over once again appreciatively.
......He raised his eyebrows at me and smirked looking at the front of my trousers. I blushed, but didn't look away daring him to comment.
......He did. "You should take care of that. From a medical standpoint, these could get very painful."
......I gave him a nervous smile. "Sure, and where do you suggest I do that? I can't just get up and leave. We're stuck here."
......He shrugged. "I can turn around?"
......I laughed. "No, thank you. I think I'll manage."
......"If you're sure."
......I paused, looking at him. "Very." Truth be told, I didn't trust myself not to jump him.
......He cleared his throat suddenly. "Lestrade? It's not from the heat, is it?"
......My blood ran cold, when I realized what his question implied. I sighed and shook my head. No use lying to someone who spends almost all of his free time around Sherlock.
......He smiled - damn him for that suggestive smile - and stood up. "In that case, you should definitely take care of it. It's not going to go away." He dropped on his knees in front of me. "I can help you, if you want."
......I stared at him. Did he really just suggest that? My astonishment must have showed on my face, because John laughed and leaned into my personal space. "Isn't that what you wanted all along?"
......I gulped. He looked all calm and confident, as if he didn't just offer me help with relieving myself.
......"Are you serious?" I just had to ask.
......He nodded and leaned even closer, brushing his lips against my temple. "Very."
......I let out a shuddering breath and let him move me around until he had me propped up against his chest. He was very well-built, his muscles flexing with his every move.
......"Relax," he whispered, his breath hot against my ear. I did as I was told and felt a wet kiss on my shoulder.
......A few minutes of hot kisses landing all over my upper body had me trembling in need. In a matter of seconds, he had me lying on the floor, his muscular frame towering over me.
......"You alright?"
......"Yes, oh god yes, John."
......His eyes darkened and a low growl came from deep in his throat.
......"Crickey. I don't ... crickey." I didn't know how else to comment on what has just happened. It was pretty obvious to me that John has a lot of experience with sex (possibly with both men and women) and that he was definitely good at it. I didn't even remember all of it, I felt like he screwed my brains out.
......John smiled. "Good, was it?" he asked with amusement.
......"Are you kidding me? Fantastic! However, I have to ask, you do that a lot, don't you?"
......He raised his eyebrows. "You mean sex? Yeah, kind of."
......I grinned and tried to move. I failed terribly. "Dear god, what did you do to me?"
......He leaned in to kiss me. "Don't worry, I'm a doctor. If I break you, I can fix you."

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