He really just needed a kiss...
John hated it. He utterly and truly hated it. He despised himself for it. It was going on his nerves. In fact it annoyed the fucking SHIT out of him.
That stupid, always present, torturing urge to be kissed.
It was plain out ridiculous. But he couldn't help it. He wanted- needed that kind of body contact. Where one was taller, the other smaller. Where one was the bold and made the decisive move. Where your heart stops and your breath catches and-
John put the tea pot down with too much force so the china chinked. He grabbed the newspaper off the table with an emphasis that really wasn't necessary and he walked over to his armchair with a frown on his face and heaviness in his steps.
He dropped into the chair and scowled at the news. He felt like a teenager, which dropped his mood even more.
"You're annoyed.", his flatmate Sherlock, eyes closed hands steepled under his chin, his legs half up half down, stated. And it made John even more grumpy. Because look at this arsehole! With his damn hair and annoying face and stupid athletic body he wouldn't struggle AT ALL finding someone to kiss him. Not that he would care for such mundane things.
"Yes.", there was no point in denying it, John decided but hid his face behind the newspaper again.
"Why?"
Behind the safety of the newspaper John rolled his eyes. "I just am."
Sherlock opened his eyes and leaned forward, "That's ridiculous every human emotion has its origin in a deeper-"
"Oh for fuck's sake. You of all people lecturing me about human emotions is really not a to-do-thing for today, okay?!"
Sherlock sat up and John - even behind the paper - felt his studying gaze on him and the irritation inside him flamed up even more. "Stop staring.", he grumbled
Sherlock tilted his head - eyes still fixed on his flatmate. He leaned forward, pushing the newspaper down and the sudden proximity made John uneasy.
"Ever heard of personal space?"
"Of course.", Sherlock said and invaded John's.
"Then why are you in mine?"
"Because you want it."
"I want- what?"
"You wanna be close to someone.", Sherlock said, both hands on either side of his armchair now.
"No", John awkwardly fixed his sitting position. "I think I am good. Go back to your seat, Sherlo-"
But then Sherlock's lips were on his and John froze. It was just a hint of a kiss. It was nothing really. He could back off and then they could just-
He put his hand on the back of Sherlock's neck and his hand barely touched his side. He hesitantly kissed him back and then Sherlock's lips pecked John's lightly. Sherlock opened his mouth and John sucked on the other man's lower lip. John (or more his libido) decided he'd go a bit further and used his teeth to tease. When Sherlock gasped, John pulled back quickly.
"Oh. Wow. I didn't- didn't expect to happen.", he said, Sherlock still hovering above him. His eyes were fluttering open and then stared into John's. There was something in his gaze that made John wanna hug him tight.
Sherlock straightened up and fixed his perfectly cuffed cuffs on his shirt. That heated look was completely gone. There was no evidence of what had just happened, except ,maybe, that John's trousers were a tad bit tighter than before.
Still uselessly fumbling with his cuffs (with elegant, slim fingers), Sherlock finally looked up. And with his look came a wall, being built brick by brick between them. "You needed stimulation. I gave you that. I hope you feel better now.", Sherlock said matter-of-factly, finally letting his cuffs alone, rolling his shoulders once. With four long strides he was at the hook with his belstaff, put it on with one swift movement and opened the door. "I'll be out. No need to wait up."
And John was being left behind. Completely stunned. He still felt lips on his own, still felt breath creeping over his jaw, still saw a heated look that John felt like had burnt him.
With a deep breath he heaved himself up, the newspaper forgotten on John's lap, flew to the floor. John needed tea. While the water boiled, John thought about what Sherlock had said. That he had offered him stimulation and that he hoped John felt better now. And he did, definitely, feel better but there was a tuck inside him that made him frown.
John grabbed a mug and put it down roughly. Then he remembered he already had made tea. He had completely forgotten about that. John stared at his mug and blinked. "Oh, I am so. fucked.", he realized and pinched the bridge of his nose.
Because John wanted to kiss his flat mate again.
[THIS DEVELOPED INTO AN ACTUAL FANFICTION READ IT ON AO3]
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hey there!! sorry i haven't uploaded anything in so long i was sooo stuck with my otp challenge. literally couldn't think of ANYTHING. but i have an idea now. just need to write it now. in the meantime... have this!
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All right, ship ask game:
forgive me for being self indulgent 😅
Tomberly
19. Do they wear each other’s clothes/jewelry?
41. What would they do if they lost the other? (because I love me some pain and suffering)
What are ask boxes for, if not self indulgence ;)
19. Do they wear each other’s clothes/jewelry?
YES. Kim has a few pair of earrings that are her favorites, but she can’t wear them, because one of them is always missing. (Yes, that’s Tommy stealing them)
And Tommy doesn’t wear the both of them, because he doesn’t have both ears pierced, but every now and then, their friends can spot a solitary pink bobble, or another swallow shaped top in his pierced ear. Kim also starts sporting the other end of that pair, in one ear, sometimes, just to match with him.
Her clothes are too small to fit him, but Tommy makes full usage of her jewellery box.
Tommy more or less drools every time he sees Kim in his clothes. He blushes, he simps, he’s obsessed. She looks so perfect. Every time she stays over at his place, she’s in one of his t shirts, or hoodies, and it continues after they’re teenagers, waaay into adulthood. And she wears his flannel around her waist, and it looks so frickin pretty. Tommy treats it as a “she’s mine” signboard.
41. What would they do if they lost the other?
OH MY GOD THE ANGST.
Tommy cries. Tommy cries a lot lot loooooot. He had never thought this would happen?! He had felt they were invincible. He’d thought of the names of their kids, and the grandkids, and even possible suggestion lists for wedding venues, playlist of songs, a small house in the suburbs. And it’s all just. Shattered.
I feel like the both of them would be the "would go to the ends of the world to bring the other back" type. Kim is the one DEAD SET on revenge, though...
Ship Ask Game
some excess thoughts in the tags
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Vent incoming:
A friend of mine responded with “oh, you’re well enough to do that?” when I told them I’m on vacation with my parents. After they’ve ignored me and my messages for 6 days, btw.
This is something I do every year, mind you. These 2 weeks are my vacation time and the only proper alone time I spend with my parents. The reason I have anxiety attacks and cry daily is because I cannot afford to buy food or pay my bills. When I am here, my parents pay for the food and drinks and let me sleep and do whatever I want to do (more or less).
I have not had the energy to see this friend much this month because all they want to do is spend money. And have me go grocery shopping with them. Do you know how awful it feels to have to carry someone’s groceries while you literally cannot afford the plastic bag they put their stuff in? Here’s a hint: it fucking sucks.
I’ve been on vacation one single day and it’s the first day all month I have not cried. This friend of mine is mad that I have the mental energy to spend time with my family but not them, while they have spent the past three years only wanting to hang out when they need me to lift, carry or go with them to something.
Iiiiiii…….. need new friends :)
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GAAAHHHHH been thinking abt perv mark fantasizing abt his s/o having big tiddies n just nutting all over it n moaning w his deep voice………. no i’m not creaming myself i swear
okay okay, imagine this,
sleeping in a bed together, mark had pulled away from you and kicked the blanket off his legs— too hot and didn’t want to be touched.
you sat up when hearing mark whimper, you were a light sleeper and a little noise would stub you awake. you’d turn to see mark still asleep.
weird, you thought.
you sat up and watched just to see if he’d do anything else. your body fully turns when seeing him reach down and grab his crotch— a whimper creaks from his throat.
“m—markie?” you’d shake him softly but he doesn’t budge. “markie, wake up.” the man moans which causes you to gasp.
in marks mind, he heard your voice but it was playing in his dream. instead of worry, it was moaning.
“markie,” you moan, pushing your tits together as his cock slips past your slippery valley. “markie,” you’d moan again, sticking your tongue out as he groans. his cock twitching between your breasts.
mark moans and shoots his strings of cum onto your tongue and chin. “o—ooohh,” mark moans, gasping for air.
“—mark! you’re scaring me!” mark jolts out of his slumber and stares up at you with huge eyes— his eyes quickly squinting when feeling the light of your lamp shine into his pupils. “why the hell were you crying? o—or, m—moaning?!” your voice trails off in a shy way.
you notice marks eyes moving down to your breasts that squeezed in his shirt. “i had um, a.. uh,” mark stammers, swallowing his saliva quickly as his throat dries up.
“a nightmare? were you getting your dick chopped off or something— you kept grabbing at it?!” mark groans, covering his face as he chuckles and turns to his side. “no, baby— let’s just go to bed.” you frown wanting to know why he was whimpering.
“turn the light off and lets go to bed.” he’d say with his deep sleepy voice. you’d reach over and turn the lamp off before climbing between his arms where he’d then bury his face between your breasts.
—okay this wasn’t supposed to be long but y’know what, it’s fine.
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