The Launch

silentauroriamthereal:

So, I wrote a silly little story. It’s porny, so be warned! I’ll put the dirty bits under a cut, hehe!

The Launch

John jogs up the stairs with a bag of one or two things they
were out of, and finds Sherlock watching telly, of all things. He stops, peering
at Sherlock. “Are you watching telly?” he asks incredulously, though it seems
quite obvious.

Normally Sherlock would roll his eyes and say something sarcastic,
but this time he just makes a humming sound of acquiescence, his eyes glued to
the screen.

He seems thoroughly distracted. John frowns and goes into
the kitchen to quickly unpack the groceries into the fridge and cupboards. “What
are you watching?” he tries, but Sherlock shushes him.

“Don’t talk,” he scolds.

All right, now he has to know. John goes back into the
sitting room and comes round behind Sherlock’s chair to see what he’s watching.
It’s the SpaceX rocket launch, or the prep for it, at any rate. John’s
confusion deepens. Were it anyone but Sherlock, the interest would be
self-explanatory, but this is a man who has deleted the solar system, so why he
would be suddenly interested in a rocket launch is anyone’s guess. Suddenly an
idea occurs to him. Or perhaps a suspicion would be a better word. John narrows
his eyes and peers over Sherlock’s shoulder into his lap, but Sherlock’s hands
are folded, blocking his view. “Sherlock. Are you – turned on by the rocket?”
he asks, trying without success to keep the incredulity from his voice.

Even in the blueish light of the telly screen, he can see
Sherlock’s cheeks immediately turn pink. “Shut up! Of course not!”

That confirms it. “You are!” John crows. “I always knew you had
a weakness for giant phalluses, plus look at all of those uniformed blokes
marching around, but I never connected it to this!”

Sherlock is redder than ever. “Shut up!”
he says again. “You’re – drowning out the commentary!”

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