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I worte a thing for Red Pants Monday!

The Magic of Red Pants – When Sherlock is bored, John’s red pants provide an excellent distraction.

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“Bored.” Sherlock lay stretched out on the couch, staring at the ceiling. This was the fifth time he’d announced his boredom in the last thirty minutes and John wasn’t about to suggest Cluedo again. Taking two deep breaths he finished his tea while watching Sherlock. The man was staring at the ceiling, fingers steepled at his chest, hair wild and uncombed. John was certain he hadn’t left the flat for days. His dressing gown was open, t-shirt rumpled and riding up, exposing a bit of pale bare stomach above his pyjama bottoms.

John finished the sentence and saved the document before getting up and heading for the couch. It was warm today and was wearing just a t-shirt and jeans himself. He could see Sherlock watching him as he climbed onto the couch and straddled Sherlock, hips slotting together as he leaned forward and settled on Sherlock’s narrow chest. A smile quirked across John’s lips.

Sherlock moaned softly, dropping his arms to his side. He rocked up against John. “You are wearing too many clothes,” he muttered.

“Am I?” John thrust against him once, twice, feeling Sherlock growing harder underneath him. “And I’m wearing something I thought you’d like.”

Pushing John up, Sherlock went for his belt. He moaned again as he got John’s flies open. “Red?”

Grinning now, John got up just long enough to peel off his jeans, revealing the red pants he was wearing underneath. It was worth it for the look of naked lust on Sherlock’s face

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This weeks challenge for Fanwork Friday was to write a versus story. Are you reading superwholock the comic? You should, it’s awesome. So anyway, I wrote Baker Street during “Army of Ghosts”/“Doomsday”. Mostly I really wanted to write John Watson vs. a Dalek:

Doomsday at 221B – The so-called ghosts have been appearing for months, but when one suddenly appears in 221B and takes Sherlock, it’s up to John to rescue him, with a little help from Mycroft.

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John lowered the paper as the flickering image appeared in the flat. “It’s happening again, Sherlock.”

Sherlock grumbled from the kitchen. “Mycroft says it has something to do with Torchwood.”

“What’s Torchwood?”

Sherlock ignored the question and picked up a beaker of something green. John sighed and tried to ignore the apparition, sipping his tea instead.

The image started to coalesce. John set down his tea hard enough to rattle. The flat filled with the sound of clanging boots as John shot to his feet and went for his gun, heart in his throat. Breaking glass told him Sherlock was scrambling to get out of the way as the creature raised a menacing hand and pointed it at him.

John fired, then hit the deck as the bullet ricocheted off. The creature stomped towards Sherlock, cornered in the kitchen. Heart racing, John made a valiant effort to tackle it; he might as well try tackling an automobile for all the good it did.

Hitting the floor with a grunt, John heard a clang as Sherlock the creature with something. Searching for a weapon, John’s hand landed on a cricket bat they had lying around from a case. “Call Mycroft,” shouted Sherlock.

“Bit busy,” growled John, swinging the bat with all his might. The thing pivoted and backhanded John, sending him flying across the room into a shelf. John struggled to stay conscious. Sherlock’s feet kicked against the floor as the metal monster dragged him towards the door. John’s hand found the gun and shot it in the back, but still to no effect. Despite his efforts he passed out just as the creature went out the door with Sherlock in its hands.

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Allright, the next chapter of my superwood rodeo AU is up. This one is Jack/Castiel. I really didn’t mean to make nothing but smut. lol.

All Tied Up – Jack knew Castiel was a damn good looking man. He didn’t expect him to also be a dom. But maybe Cas knows just what he needs.

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Jack adjusted himself in the saddle, feeling the heaving beast quivering beneath him. He took a deep breath, steadying himself before signaling his readiness.

The gate flew open and it was all Jack could do to hold on as the bull arched and twisted, trying to throw off the rider. Jack’s world narrowed to the sounds of the bull, his grip on the rope and the creature beneath him. His heart thumped against his chest as adrenaline pumped in his veins. Faintly, he heard the buzzer sound just as he lost his grip, thrown violently to the ground.

The clowns rushed in and he picked himself up slowly, raising a hand to the crowd before moving slowly of the arena. Castiel helped him out and Jack met his eyes briefly, startled by the deep blue universe he saw there.

Then Castiel was gone as quickly as he’d come. Jack shook his head.  Castiel was tight with the Winchesters. He knew they’d pulled out of this rodeo, and he still didn’t know what was between him and Sam, if anything, but probably tangling with Castiel was a bad idea.

Still, a little while later, when he was in the bar, he found himself watching the man. He moved with an unusual grace, making his way around the bar, talking to nearly everyone. He leaned over to grab something and Jack stared at the way his Wranglers perfectly framed his ass, desire beginning to curl in his stomach. He swallowed and got his second beer as Castiel leaned in to speak with another cowboy. Jack could imagine the hot breath on his ear and shivered. Straightening again, Castiel moved away. Jack could see the tight control. He wondered what it would be like to watch Castiel lose that control, to give himself over. He adjusted the growing erection in his pants.

Castiel was suddenly by his elbow. “Hello, Jack.”

 

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Oh look, I wrote another johnlock fic. This one is another first time fic:

Falling Out of Orbit – When John came home early from visiting family, the last thing he expected was to find Sherlock thinking of him this way.

It’s smut and then fluff. Teaser below the cut:

John sighed as he let himself into the flat. He was supposed to be gone all weekend, but a day with Harry was plenty. The comforting smells of Baker Street and the familiar steps eased the flare up in his knee as he made his way up to the flat, moving quietly as it was late and he didn’t want to wake Mrs. Hudson. His thoughts were on his own bed and he stifled a yawn as he opened the door to the flat. It was dark save the light from the street casting eerie shadows on the furniture. He shrugged out of his coat and hung it up, noticing Sherlock’s coat was in its place. Maybe Sherlock was asleep for once.

Turning down the hall, John headed for the bathroom, noticing Sherlock’s door open a crack. He put hand on the bathroom door handle when a low noise caught his attention. Frowning and knowing he was probably violating Sherlock’s privacy, John moved towards the door as quietly as he could. Not like Sherlock respected his privacy that much. Pushing the door just a bit wider, John stared at the sight before him.

Sherlock lay naked on his back, pale skin glowing faintly in the moonlight. His head tossed against the pillows, eyes screwed shut. One elegant hand was wrapped around his cock, stroking slowly. The other hand moved between the cleft of his cheeks. John blushed bright red and started backing up.

“John,” Sherlock moaned, freezing him in place.

Heart thumping against his chest, John closed his eyes and considered his options. He was home early, after all; no doubt Sherlock expected him back tomorrow. He could go on up to bed and pretend this never happened. He could hear Sherlock in the bedroom, shifting against the sheets and moaning quietly above the slick sounds his fingers were producing. The other choice, of course, was to go in and do something about the raging erection pressing against his jeans. There might be regret in the morning, but John had never been one to back down from a challenge.

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Sometimes you’re writing, and a good line just fall out. I wrote this, then stopped and stared at it for a minute:

“Even if he hadn’t intended for John to see, he wanted him. And John wanted Sherlock just as badly. They’d been orbiting each other far too long, eventually gravity was going to take hold and drag them into a collision.”

(yes, I’m writing yet another Johnlock fic)

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And here is my Jack Harkness, River Song and John Hart fic. This is part of my Tiphys Chronicles universe. so River and Jack are already working together:

Of All the Gin Joints in All the Universe – Captain John Hart swanning into Jack’s life always makes things more interesting.

I posted this teaser the other day, but I’ll post it again

River sat across from Jack, sipping a glass of wine and watching the rest of the bar. The crowd was mostly human, but a few other species dotted the room. Her smile brightened as a blonde man walked in. Jack raised an eyebrow and turned to see what had grabbed her attention and went pale. “Oh God.”

The blonde man gave a feral grin as he flounced over and slipped into an empty seat between them. “Jack!”

“John,” he said with a wince.  

“So you know each other,” grinned River. 

“Oh we do, but he never mentioned you.” John picked up her hand with a dramatic flourish to kiss it.

River watched him with a knowing smile as he kissed every inch of her fingers and then let them fall. “I’ll take the ring back, thank you.” She held out her hand expectantly, palm up. 

Grinning, John took the ring out of his mouth and placed it in her open hand.

Looking at the pair, Jack raised his hand for the waiter. He lifted his half-empty glass. “Get me a double.”

John leaned over. “If you wanted a double, Jack…”

River laughed. “Oh Jack I like him.”

Jack threw back the rest of his drink. “You can have him,” he spat.

Undeterred, John leaned over and put a hand on Jack’s thigh. “Come now, more than enough to share,” he said with a suggestive wag of his eyebrows.

Jack pulled away. “You’re wearing the lip gloss.”

“Come on, not like you’d stay dead very long,” John purred.

River raised an eyebrow. “He does know you. What brand do you use?”

John turned back to her, intrigued. “Paranthian. What do you use?”

“I find Halver’s does a better job.”

“Really? I don’t think that moisturizes as well…”

Jack took their animated discussion over types and brands of paralytic lips gloss as a chance to escape to the bar and see about that drink.

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HERE is the second Chapter of the rodeo fic! This one basically is just PWP. Nothing but smut. lol

Another Bad Idea – Yeah, this one’s pretty much just sex. Jack and Sam.

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The stands were only half full since the skies threatened rain. Jack stood with arms crossed watching Dean prepare to ride a bronc. Out of the corner of his eye, Jack saw Sam standing a few feet away, watching Dean shift in the saddle. Sam stood very still, tension evident in his flexing hands and straight back. Dean gave a nod and the gate opened.

The horse came flying out, bucking hard and twisting underneath Dean. The experienced rider followed its movements as it dropped and bucked again. There was a sudden twist and Dean left the saddle, hitting the ground with a dull thud long seconds before the buzzer sounded. Jack winced in sympathy while Sam shook his head.

“He’ll be drunk in an hour,” said Sam, walking over to Jack and adjusting his hat.

“Probably shouldn’t be talking to me.” Jack didn’t look at him. “Brother won’t be happy.”

Sam snorted as Castiel helped Dean up. “He’ll be fine.”

Jack glanced at Sam. “Not riding tonight?”

“Naw, think I twisted my wrist last night. Dean doesn’t want me to hurt it worse.”

Jack smiled, maybe with a touch of sadness. “He takes good care of you.”

“Sometimes. You aren’t riding tonight either.”

Jack swallowed, remembering. “No, not this rodeo. Next one I’m already signed up for, though.”

“Why are you here then?” asked Sam. “Scoping out the competition?”

Jack looked at him, all easy smile. “Maybe so.” Sam met his eyes with a small smile of his own, tongue darting out to lick his lips as his brown eyes took in Jack’s body with more than a hint desire. Heart skipping a beat, Jack smiled a bit broader, uncrossed  his arms and leaned back against the rail, giving Sam a better view. “Want to get a drink?” he asked.

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Because if you comment or like this it’ll motivate me, and I’m a sucker for positive feedback, here’s a teaser of my John Hart with Jack and River fic. I’m going with this is my Tiphys Chronicles universe, so Jack and River are already working together.

River sat across from Jack, sipping a glass of wine and watching the rest of the bar. The crowd was mostly human, but a few other species dotted the room. Her smile brightened as a blonde man walked in. Jack raised an eyebrow and turned to see what had grabbed her attention. He went pale. “Oh God.”

The blonde man gave a feral grin as he flounced over. “Jack!”

“John,” he said with a wince.  

“So you know each other,” grinned River. 

“Oh we do, but he never mentioned you.” He picked up her hand to kiss it.

River watched him with a small smile. “I’ll take the ring back, thank you.” She held out her hand. 

Grinning, John took the ring out of his mouth and placed it in her open hand.

Raising his hand for the waiter, Jack ordered a double.

John leaned over. “If you wanted a double, Jack…”

River laughed. “Oh Jack I like him.”

Jack threw back the rest of his drink. “You can have him.”

John leaned over, hand on Jack’s thigh. “Come now, more than enough to share.”

Jack pulled away. “You’re wearing the lip gloss.”

“Come on, not like you’d stay dead very long.”

River raised an eyebrow. “He does know you. What brand do you use?”

John turned back to her, intrigued. “Paranthian. What do you use?”

“I find Halver’s does a better job.”

“Really? I don’t think that moisturizes as well…”

Jack took their animated discussion over types and brands of paralytic lips gloss as a chance to escape to the bar.