He should have known. The sudden shift, the loss of focus. But no, John had been lost in the moment.
Sherlock had been lost too, he supposed... in a sense. John had thought having to be relatively still while being opened up had been a boring prospect at best for Sherlock, and probably slightly uncomfortable (though a skilled physician, proctology was hardly his... area). In retrospect, he had been entirely too quiet. Oh, he had eventually groaned and mumbled instructions to get on with it already, and the impatience had seemed perfectly in character. To be fair (although John had absolutely no intention of being fair, especially to himself), he claimed it had only been a very short while before he came back... having reached some sort of conclusion. But he should have known, should have thought perhaps something was wrong, not just Sherlock wanting to be, well, serviced, like the petulant, lazy git he frequently was. Damn.
Maybe Sherlock was right, not to have said anything about it for so long. Maybe he never should have said anything at all. John almost would have preferred to have continued to think him a lazy git. Almost.
It took a whole week, and even then, when he apparently couldn't hide his reaction quickly enough, Sherlock hadn't intended to confess to it ever having happened before... that feeling he could scarcely describe. He hadn't been able to suppress the flinch as he leaned against John on the sofa while he was delicately twirling his hair, but John had asked and he had answered. As a doctor, his first thought had been an ongoing medical condition... an inner ear imbalance, perhaps... which left him feeling vaguely disoriented at the change in position.
A whole week of ignorance. Not that Sherlock had expected any different. I mean, he was trying to be disingenuous, and who in the world can see through Sherlock at times like that?
What? Did he expect him to have said "John, I need to go into my mind palace a bit during our first time together. Just trying to figure out if I've ever been held down and had a cock involuntarily shoved down my throat or up my arse. Be back in a jiff... just keep doing what you're doing, would you, while I see if it gets worse for me as you go along. Ta!" Or perhaps "OK, back now. Not as bad as I initially thought, but bears further investigation. Carry on, my good man! Now, where were we. Oh, yes... harder, John!"
He would have stopped. Bloody fucking Hell, of course he would have stopped. And Sherlock hadn't exactly wanted that to happen, had he?
Re: FILL 14/? Plausible Deniability (TW: underage, child abuse, incest, dark!mycroft)
Sherlock had been lost too, he supposed... in a sense. John had thought having to be relatively still while being opened up had been a boring prospect at best for Sherlock, and probably slightly uncomfortable (though a skilled physician, proctology was hardly his... area). In retrospect, he had been entirely too quiet. Oh, he had eventually groaned and mumbled instructions to get on with it already, and the impatience had seemed perfectly in character. To be fair (although John had absolutely no intention of being fair, especially to himself), he claimed it had only been a very short while before he came back... having reached some sort of conclusion. But he should have known, should have thought perhaps something was wrong, not just Sherlock wanting to be, well, serviced, like the petulant, lazy git he frequently was. Damn.
Maybe Sherlock was right, not to have said anything about it for so long. Maybe he never should have said anything at all. John almost would have preferred to have continued to think him a lazy git. Almost.
It took a whole week, and even then, when he apparently couldn't hide his reaction quickly enough, Sherlock hadn't intended to confess to it ever having happened before... that feeling he could scarcely describe. He hadn't been able to suppress the flinch as he leaned against John on the sofa while he was delicately twirling his hair, but John had asked and he had answered. As a doctor, his first thought had been an ongoing medical condition... an inner ear imbalance, perhaps... which left him feeling vaguely disoriented at the change in position.
A whole week of ignorance. Not that Sherlock had expected any different. I mean, he was trying to be disingenuous, and who in the world can see through Sherlock at times like that?
What? Did he expect him to have said "John, I need to go into my mind palace a bit during our first time together. Just trying to figure out if I've ever been held down and had a cock involuntarily shoved down my throat or up my arse. Be back in a jiff... just keep doing what you're doing, would you, while I see if it gets worse for me as you go along. Ta!" Or perhaps "OK, back now. Not as bad as I initially thought, but bears further investigation. Carry on, my good man! Now, where were we. Oh, yes... harder, John!"
He would have stopped. Bloody fucking Hell, of course he would have stopped. And Sherlock hadn't exactly wanted that to happen, had he?