June 10th, 2010
|06:38 pm - An Awkward Turn of Events|
Title: An Awkward Turn of Events
Summary: Asexual Holmes and sexual Watson enjoy curling up together, something which on occasion holds an awkward surprise for Watson.
Word count: ~2090
Disclaimer: Not mine
Author's notes: Kinkmeme fill, prompt here.
Breaths loud in his ears and body still trembling from his recent release, Watson stared up at the ceiling and wondered dazedly if he would ever get completely used to this. There was something about having Holmes' gaze on him that added an indefinable layer to orgasm, although whether it was knowing that those sharp eyes looked upon the lines of his body with a purely aesthetic appreciation or simply the act of sharing the experience with Holmes that made it all the sweeter he wasn't sure. Whatever the reason though he was fully appreciative of the outcome.
For the next few minutes he just drifted gently as his body settled back into its usual rhythm. He listened idly to the sounds that accompanied Holmes moving around the room; the scrape of wood as he rose from his chair, the rustle of clothes that indicated he was stripping, the quiet sound of his footsteps crossing the room. A quiet gasp escaped him as he felt a damp, slightly-too-cool flannel against his abdomen but he lay still as Holmes cleaned him with careful movements, wiping the stickiness first from his abdomen and then his hand before moving away to discard the cloth.
The next thing he felt was the bed dipping next to him as Holmes seated himself on the edge of it, at which point Watson decided that he should probably move and make room for him. With a quiet groan he forced mildly protesting limbs into action, shifting and rolling onto his side as he stretched out his arms. Their eyes met for a moment and Holmes smiled briefly before sliding down in once graceful movement, still for a moment until Watson reached out and gathered him close. He went easily then and curled around Watson as if he'd been doing it forever rather than just a few months, drawing a grin from Watson as he wrapped his arms around that slender frame.
In this, as everything, Holmes would not rest until everything was to his liking and so Watson just waited patiently whilst he positioned them both precisely the way he wanted. By the time Holmes had finished Watson had cool hands resting against his chest and long legs tangled with his own sturdier ones, and when he looked down it was to see a dark-haired head tucked against his shoulder and the long length of Holmes' back beneath his own broad hands.
“Comfortable?” he asked.
“Mmm. Yes, thank you,” Holmes replied. He didn't look up but Watson could imagine the faint smile on his face anyway. “And yourself?”
“Just perfect,” Watson agreed, smiling and rubbing a thumb over the bumps of Holmes' spine. He chuckled when he saw shivers race across pale skin, then murmured an apology and smoothed his palm over the area to chase them away. Holmes made a contented sound and pressed closer in a not-so-subtle hint for Watson to carry on what he was doing, an instruction Watson followed without hesitation. Before they'd begun this he hadn't realised quite how much of a tactile creature Holmes was, how much he enjoyed the intimacy of simple touches and physical affection without the tension that invariably accompanied the sexual attraction of one's partner. He'd quickly come to realise though that Holmes gained an equal pleasure from touching as being touched, as happy to lay hands on another and soothe them as he was when they did the same to him.
Watson smiled when he felt long fingers dip into the hollows of his collarbone as if to emphasise his thoughts, sighing when they skimmed further downwards to investigate his shoulders, tracing scars and pressing against muscle with firm touches. He'd been initially sceptical, he remembered, rubbing his knuckles gently over Holmes' spine and then down the length of it when Holmes murmured encouragement to him. Unlike Holmes he was a decidedly sexual being – and had already been aware at the time that he could fall in love with his friend with no effort whatsoever – but he'd been spectacularly wrong in thinking that he couldn't enjoy such things.
There was an undeniable freedom in being able to caress Holmes without worrying about where it may lead, to take pleasure in the firmness of the body beneath his hands and the warmth that pressed against him but go no further than that. He wouldn't deny that Holmes featured in the occasional erotic dream – which he had tried to control to no avail, but Holmes had assured him that he wasn't particularly concerned about it – but he had come to accept that they were the only places in which his relationship with Holmes would be a sexual one. The concept that Holmes returned his feelings in the deepest possible way but had absolutely no desire to bend him over the arm of the nearest sofa was a strange one but Watson had just about grown used to it.
“Have you fallen asleep, dear Watson?” Holmes asked with a hint of amusement to his voice. With a start Watson came back to himself, looking down to find grey eyes intent upon him and a measure of curiosity on Holmes' face.
“What? Oh, no.” He settled a hand low on Holmes' back to pull him closer in mute reassurance, smiling when strong arms slid around him and held tight for a moment. “My mind wandered,” he explained, sliding his other hand up to run his fingers through Holmes' hair. “I meant nothing by it, I promise.”
“I did not for one moment think that you did,” Holmes assured him, pushing into the fingers that Watson was rubbing firmly against the back of his head. Watson took that for approval and carried on doing it. “I don't suppose you would consider sharing your thoughts with me?” Holmes asked a moment later.
“Haven't you already worked them out?” Watson teased.
“Hmm. No. On occasion it is nice to simply enjoy your touch without attempting to deduce the path your mind is taking,” Holmes replied, fingers digging briefly into Watson's sides in retribution. Watson yelped and tried to squirm away, grabbing for one of Holmes' arms with his free hand as he did so, but Holmes had already exacted his revenge and had returned to his absent exploration of Watson's skin once more. Watson glared at the top of his head for a moment before speaking.
“I'll let that completely uncalled-for attack pass,” he said in mock warning, “But only because the preceding comment was unusually complimentary.”
“Very good of you, dear chap,” Holmes replied. “Do you plan on answering my question any time in the near future?”
“You and that damned curiosity,” Watson said exasperatedly, loosening the fingers he had curled around Holmes' upper arm and running his hand lazily down the limb. “I can think of far more interesting things to talk abou -” His hands stilled suddenly as he became aware that something was not quite right, and a moment later he froze when his mind helpfully supplied him with the information that there was a growing hardness against his thigh. “Holmes, what..?” he half choked out, very carefully holding his body utterly still.
“Huh?” Holmes glanced up at him, momentarily confused until he realised the cause of Watson's consternation. “Oh, just ignore it,” he said dismissively, settling his head back against Watson's neck. “It'll subside in a moment or two.”
Subside in a moment or two? Watson thought, panicking just a little. It wasn't supposed to be there at all! And oh hell, where was he supposed to put his hands? He couldn't just leave them where they were, particularly not the one at the bottom of Holmes' spine that was perilously close to his buttocks. It just wasn't – he couldn't – no.
When Watson lifted his hands carefully off Holmes, otherwise still motionless as shock gripped him, Holmes looked up once again and glared at him. Rather impatiently he said, “Watson, if you do not place your hands back on my body this instant and resume your touches of a moment ago, which I was very much enjoying, then I will be most displeased.”
“But -” Watson finally managed to form words again, if only monosyllabic ones. “You – it -” He gave up and concentrated instead on sliding his arm out from beneath Holmes' body without touching anything he shouldn't.
“It's an erection, Watson,” Holmes said, frowning a little when Watson's hands came to hover aimlessly between their bodies. He raised one eyebrow incredulously and then disentangled their legs, moving back up the bed and raising himself slightly on one elbow so he could see Watson properly. Watson tried to ignore the fact that there was now a hard cock pressing against his softened one and failed miserably. “Good God, Watson, you're a medical man,” Holmes said, gripping Watson's wrists in his free hand. “Surely you are aware that these things happen on occasion?”
“Yes, but...” Not with you, he wanted to say. His confused brain had abandoned his medical training and all he could think was that it didn't make any sense, that Holmes didn't get aroused and yet here they were with him undeniably hard and Watson feeling just as awkward as he had done at the beginning of their relationship. “I've only just got used to you not experiencing these things,” he said helplessly, miserably aware that he was blushing furiously. He groaned and realised that anything else he said at this point would just result in him sounding foolish beyond belief, so averted his gaze from Holmes' and stared at his neck instead.
“It's truly nothing to worry about, Watson,” Holmes said, voice gentling a little. He hesitated a moment and then lowered himself to lie back down once more, sliding strong arms around Watson and tugging him closer with firm hands on his back. Watson still wasn't sure where to put his own hands but curling them over bony shoulders seemed safe enough, and when he felt a hand at the back of his head urging him forwards he went without protest. “There, see?” Holmes said. Watson sighed when he realised that Holmes' erection was fading already and nodded mutely, not quite ready to look up yet.
“Sorry, Holmes,” he mumbled.
“Whatever for?” Holmes asked, a note of mild surprise to his voice.
“For overreacting,” Watson explained, rubbing his thumbs over Holmes' collarbone in a mute addition to the apology he'd already given.
Holmes laughed and held him tightly for a moment. “Given the circumstances you reacted remarkably well,” he told Watson, a note of firmness to his voice that convinced Watson he wasn't just saying it to make him feel better. “I really should have warned you,” Holmes said then, almost apologetically. “I'm afraid it never occurred to me that you would give it any more thought than I do.”
Watson gave a sigh of relief when he felt that Holmes' body had returned to its usual state. He made a conscious effort to relax, helped along both by the soothing circles being rubbed between his shoulder-blades and the fact that Holmes truly was unconcerned about it all. “Nonetheless, I do apologise,” he said, raising his head as residual embarrassment faded. “I didn't mean to offend you or -”
“Watson, it's fine,” Holmes said, meeting his gaze and quieting him with a shake of his head. “Although...” He paused and a distinctly mischievous smile flitted across his face.
“What?” Watson prompted.
“Well, if you truly are desperate to make it up to me, you will recall that I have a particular fondness for those wonderful back rubs you dispense all too rarely. Lestrade has requested my presence at the Yard tomorrow and it would make my day a great deal more bearable if I could look forward to one upon my eventual escape from that place.”
Watson laughed then, wrapping his arms around Holmes and settling fully against him once more. “Of course,” he said. “It would be my pleasure.”
“Excellent. Then I think we may abandon this discussion in favour of resuming our earlier activities.” A quick ruffle of his hair accompanied the instruction and Watson grinned, pressed a brief kiss to Holmes' shoulder and did as he was told.
|Date:||June 10th, 2010 07:45 pm (UTC)|| |
This is wonderful. I love this and I love you for writing it. I really always love your take on a-sexual Holmes, and this seems completely believable and fits very much into my own personal canon =D
Thank you very much :) I'm really enjoying exploring their relationship in all kinds of different ways (slight obsession with fictional characters, yup) and it's good to know that I'm writing them in believable ways! Glad you liked :D
I love how very noncommittal Holmes is about his body doing odd things without permission!
He's very laid back about it all! As long as hugs are happening he's not bothered what else is going on. Unlike Watson ;)
This fic makes me happy :) Thank you :D
That's quite alright :D I'm glad I managed to both fill the prompt and bring happiness :) Thank you!
There is far too little fic out there that really explores Holmes's asexuality, and this is like none I've ever read before, in a very good way. I <3 it muchly!
Thank you very much :) I went where the prompt indicated I should go and very much enjoyed doing so. I'm glad this was both different and successful!
I love this! Asexual Holmes is wonderful, and Watson's reaction was perfect <3
Thank you! Watson's reaction came from the prompt but I'm glad it worked!
|Date:||June 11th, 2010 01:37 am (UTC)|| |
Haha. Honestly, Watons, it's just an erection. Get over it. LOLZ!
*grins* It's not that important, Watson!
Glad you liked :D
Ah! A fic about asexual!Holmes that actually captures what asexuality is! I luv Holmes nonchalance about the entire thing and Watson's reaction of OMGZ I'VE GIVEN HIM AN ERECTION :D
All around, a very lovely take on the subject.
I will admit to being pleased that this came off well! Their reactions were brilliant to write so I'm glad you enjoyed reading them as well.
Thank you very much; I'm glad you liked this :)
|Date:||June 11th, 2010 01:17 pm (UTC)|| |
It is good
Asexual Holmes is not so usually to read.
Nope, he doesn't appear a lot. I'm glad you liked this though :D
I really enjoyed this. I particularly enjoyed your portrayal of Holmes as a tactile, affectionate man. Sometimes, people confuse asexuality with coldness and a lack of desire for physical contact. You covered this well and made a very believable scenario.
Thank you very much :) Having watched both the film and the Granada series, in which Holmes is very much one for casual/familiar touches, Holmes is in my mind a very tactile person. It's quite obvious that whatever his sexuality he's going to enjoy hugs with Watson :D I'm glad this was believable and that you enjoyed it!
Ah, this was wonderful! I do love stories of asexual Holmes, and you do it so wonderfully and realistically - understanding that you can enjoy touch a great deal, without it being sexual. I did love all the snuggling in this, it was awesome, and both their reactions to the, erm, unexpected event, were great - realistic and kind of hilariously awesome!
I adored this so much - I do think everything you write has been wonderful, and this is certainly no exception! <3
Thank you! I'm really pleased that this is realistic, and that you enjoyed all the lovely snuggling :D The reactions were a lot of fun to write so it's good that they were amusing to read as well. Oh Watson, what Holmes makes you put up with - chemical experiments, chasing criminals around London, random erections...
Thank you so so much! *grins crazily*
|Date:||July 21st, 2010 07:28 pm (UTC)|| |
This is so cool. It's so neat to see Watson as confused in sexual matters when he is normally portrayed as such a playboy.
I love your writing style.
Aw, thanks very much :D Poor Watson - even in the one area he thinks he knows more than Holmes, he's proved wrong ;)
Thank you once again :)
Ahahahaha, Watson <3 <3 This is so completely sweet.
Yay! Thank you! I'm really pleased you liked this one!
I very much enjoyed this. Asexual!Holmes isn't usually my cup of tea, but the cuddles and massage was wonderful.