au meets hotel

[lostwithoutmyblogger]

This is getting old, this waking up in a bed together business. This time, when Sherlock opens his eyes, he lets out a groan of irritation.

He's had more sex these last few weeks than he has his entire adult life.

This time is different, though- this time there's a note on the dresser for them. He hasn't seen it yet, but it reads;

Both of you hide in the closet, right now.

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[napoleonofcrime]

"He's been off for awhile."

Jim wants to crawl up and hold him, but he can't yet. He's finally getting to the point where he can start spreading the salve out though, being careful with how much he puts on.

"He was physically stronger. I couldn't throw him off."

[lostwithoutmyblogger]

Sherlock resolves privately to follow his example.

"All right. You do know I bled just this much our first time?"

[napoleonofcrime]

"Did you?"

He glances up at him.

[lostwithoutmyblogger]

"It's normal."

Insisting, firmly.

[napoleonofcrime]

"It's going to hurt for awhile."

[lostwithoutmyblogger]

"Yes."

He agrees, absently.

"I'll remember for days."

[napoleonofcrime]

"No penetration for a week or two at least."

He nods.

[lostwithoutmyblogger]

"All right. I think he'll have you out of commission within a few days, so we'll focus on mutual masturbation, frottage, oral sex or simply research, if the hotel doesn't interfere."

Because there's no way Jim won't end up in just as bad shape.

[napoleonofcrime]

"I'm not going to see him right away, you know."

Finally finishing up, wiping up his hands and moving to clean up.

"He wanted to get away from us, couldn't you tell?"

[lostwithoutmyblogger]

"He wanted to get away from James."

He corrects, immediately.

"He touched you, afterwards. But as they spoke, they drifted perilously close to one another. He panicked and ran- but you could go see him as early as two days from now, and he'd be pleased. He'll seek you out within four."

[napoleonofcrime]

"Of course you know. He's you."

Jim laughs softly, but he nods, crawling back up to curl up with him.

"If you're sure. Feeling better?"

[lostwithoutmyblogger]

"Sore, but still amazing."

Folding his arms around him.

[napoleonofcrime]

"Good."

He curls up happily.

"Will you see James again? You didn't seem to like him much."

[lostwithoutmyblogger]

"I might."

He admits, shrugging.

"I'm not sure. He was positively asinine at times, but I liked the anger and the violence."

[napoleonofcrime]

"He's interesting."

Jim closes his eyes.

"I don't know if it's the same for you and yours, but he's- he's me. I could have been that. I might try to find him again, out of curiosity."

[lostwithoutmyblogger]

"Would you mind? If I did. You seemed-"

Jealous, at times.

[napoleonofcrime]

He frowns.

"It's fine. I was just playing along."

[lostwithoutmyblogger]

"I'm not sure that it is."

Though. He tugs him closer.

"What if you controlled where and when I looked for him?"

[napoleonofcrime]

He tilts his head.

"Why?"

[lostwithoutmyblogger]

"I thought it might give you more of a sense of control."

He shrugs.

[napoleonofcrime]

"I don't need to."

He sighs, cuddling a little deeper.

"No penetrative sex until you're healed, though. I mean it."

[lostwithoutmyblogger]

"I promise."

He agrees, stroking up his back.

"Although I hope you mean on me. Because I want to hold you down by your wrists, like he said."

[napoleonofcrime]

Jim buries his face in Sherlock's neck.

"The ropes rubbed off the top layers of skin."

[lostwithoutmyblogger]

"Where's that antiseptic?"

Reaching for it, meaning to apply it to his hand, just in case.

[napoleonofcrime]

"Oh- I put it over here."

Pulling out and leaning over to snag it from the bedside table.