holmestice | Fic for Heeroluva: Impertinent

Title: Impertinent
Recipient:

heeroluva
Author: [to be revealed]
Characters/Pairings: Sherlock/John/Lestrade
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Elements of dub-con
Summary: After a case, Sherlock and John sort of invite Lestrade into a threesome.

Impertinent

The work was done. The trap had been an immense success; Sherlock – disguised as a lady – had managed to convince the serial killer that he was a perfect new target. The arrest had been child’s play for the police. Not for John who had knocked the killer out after a short fight because Sherlock hadn’t bothered to inform Lestrade on time. He stated that he hadn’t done it on purpose; John didn’t believe him for a second.

While John was disinfecting the little cuts on his knuckles Sherlock was changing clothes. Sherlock had occupied Lestrade’s office as soon as they had made it back to the Yard. He had figured out the killer’s motive after two minutes and wasn’t interested in him anymore. Donovan wandered in while Sherlock was in knickers and stockings only. Sherlock didn’t pay any attention to her and started to get out of the first stocking carefully.

She threw a file on Lestrade’s desk and took a few steps closer to Sherlock. She circled him, looked him up and down, and pinched his arse. She nodded approvingly and gave John thumbs up who watched the little encounter with great amusement.

“Impertinent!” Sherlock grumbled but Donovan was already outside.

John chuckled but didn’t answer. He just thought that she was right.

“You could have defended my dignity by the way,” Sherlock complained.

“You’re changing in front of a window. Half of London can see your knickers,” John answered with a wide grin. “And I already saved you tonight; no need to fight a police officer.”

“I had everything under control. Your help wasn’t necessary,” Sherlock replied.

“He strangled you with your stole!” John said. “Your face was blue.”

“Wasn’t!” Sherlock replied.

“Was!” John said.

“Not more than a bit,” Sherlock answered. “Underpants.”

“No underpants. It’s your week. You didn’t do the laundry,” John replied.

“I was busy,” Sherlock complained. “Why didn’t you bring a pair of yours?”

“I hid my last clean pair,” John said. “Do the laundry and wear your own! Keep the knickers on. Donovan is right, they’re fine.”

“My balls fall out every two steps,” Sherlock answered.

John opened his mouth to tell him to go without pants but Lestrade stepped in.

“We have a confe...,” he started and blushed. “Sherlock get dressed. I don’t want to see your balls.”

“John’s fault,” Sherlock answered and didn’t move. “And you do want to see my balls.”

John giggled while Sherlock watched Lestrade who tried to hide his crotch behind his desk. He had always had a slight suspicion about Lestrade’s interest in Sherlock but he hadn’t had confirmation until now.

“Get out,” Lestrade bellowed; his face showed an even more furious blush. “Out. Both. Now.”

“I’m sorry, Lestrade. I’m very sorry,” John said but still couldn’t suppress his giggling. “Sherlock, hurry up!”

Sherlock muttered something incomprehensible but went on. He got out of the second stocking and put his clothes on again. He folded his disguise neatly and put it in the bag which had hosted his usual clothes.

“One of my favourite disguises,” he told Lestrade who meanwhile had managed to sit down behind his desk; now successfully hiding.

“Out!” Lestrade said again.

John grabbed Sherlock’s arm and pulled him out before Lestrade decided to put them both in a cell just because.

“Didn’t know Lestrade was interested in you in that way,” John said while they left the building.

“I’m remarkable,” Sherlock answered. “Nobody forgets me.”

John just raised an eyebrow and they walked a few steps in silence. “Hang on,” he said. “Are you saying that you and Lestrade have already been in bed?”

“Keep up, John,” Sherlock replied. “It’s obvious.”

“No, it isn’t,” John said.

“We had intercourse. Twice,” Sherlock explained. “Shortly after the day we first met. Then he became dull and freaked out. You’re too young and too high and I’m too old and it would ruin my career. Dull. Told him to relax but he was stubborn.”

“You could have started it again after you were clean,” John suggested.

“Unnecessary. You moved in,” Sherlock answered.

“Oh,” John said. “Okay.”

“You’d better change the sheets on your bed when we get home,” Sherlock said.

“Pardon?” John asked.

“He’ll follow us as soon as he notices that I have his keys, warrant card, and wallet,” Sherlock answered. “You think he’s hot.”

“I do, but that’s no reason to pickpocket him,” John said. “Are we... are we doing it again?”

“You liked it,” Sherlock stated.

“I did,” John sighed. “But I want to be asked. Before.”

Sherlock rolled his eyes but answered nevertheless. “Do you want me to invite Lestrade to a threesome?”

“Yes, he’s much more attractive than Sebastian. And I hope he won’t be that loud. If he is, you have to explain it to Mrs Hudson this time. I won’t do it again,” John said.

John wasn’t surprised about the news. Sherlock might be a freak for most of the police but Lestrade had never treated him like that. His interest had sometimes been obvious and sometimes almost invisible but John had lots of time to watch Sherlock and Lestrade on crime scenes. As a doctor his knowledge of human nature was far too good to be fooled easily. He’d be lying if he said that he wasn’t interested in Lestrade either.

They were back in Baker Street and sitting in front of the fire place when Lestrade’s steps where audible outside.

“Lame,” Sherlock said when Lestrade had made it into their flat. “I expected you fourteen minutes ago.”

“Did you expect that he’d have his handcuffs ready as well?” John asked.

“Shut up, both of you,” Lestrade bellowed. “I want my things back. Now.”

Sherlock didn’t answer and focused on the skull instead. John was curious what Lestrade would do when confronted with Sherlock’s stubbornness.

“My things or I arrest your boyfriend for assault,” Lestrade said.

“Of whom?” John asked in surprise.

“Of the killer,” Lestrade answered.

“He’s a serial killer and he wanted to murder Sherlock as well,” John said; he clearly hadn’t expected that.

“No court has sentenced him yet. And he has some massive bruises. That’s enough for an enquiry,” Lestrade answered. “Donovan is ready to provide me with back-up if necessary. She thinks it’d be hilariously funny to put you in a cell and keep Sherlock outside of the Yard. Well... my things, Sherlock.”

Sherlock was over Lestrade faster than John could react. Lestrade and Sherlock crashed to the floor and Sherlock held his surprised opponent down. He ground his hips against him and flashed a satisfied grin a moment later.

“Call Donovan and tell her to back off,” he said. “John wants you to join us in bed. And don’t you dare tell me that you don’t want it.”

“Sherlock...,” Lestrade murmured; he didn’t sound as steady as before. Not in the slightest.

“Have you been hard all this time? You haven’t lost your erection since you saw me in your office, have you?” he teased. “Threatening me that you would take John. As if I’d allow that.”

“Sherlock...,” Lestrade tried again but couldn’t finish because John interfered.

“You don’t have to do anything, Lestrade. If you want to go you can, and you get your stuff immediately. But I’d rather have you here for a while,” he said.

“I... damn... Sherlock stop grinding against me I can’t think,” Lestrade bellowed again.

Sherlock stopped his hips which were pressing against Lestrade’s crotch heavily and waited.

“I’m not responsible for your lack of self-control,” Sherlock said.

“You...,” Lestrade begun.

“Come on, Lestrade,” Sherlock interrupted. “You want me but you think that you mustn’t. And don’t think that I don’t notice that you stare at my boyfriend from time to time. What did you plan to do with him after you put him in those handcuffs? Dirty boy!”

John’s ears became slightly red and he shot Lestrade a surprised glance.

“I didn’t even... Sherlock,” Lestrade tried to finish a sentence but Sherlock’s knee pressed his crotch expertly.

“Is that a ‘yes’?” Sherlock asked. “You have to say it; John won’t believe you otherwise. Say it! You don’t want to go home with a tent in your trousers.”

“Bastard,” Lestrade cursed. “Utter bastard! Yes, it is.”

Sherlock grinned and pressed his lips against Lestrade’s who opened his mouth compliantly. He let go of him after a very short kiss and turned around to leave the room.

“I think Lestrade will need some assistance to get upstairs,” he said.

John offered a very dumb looking Lestrade a hand and pulled him to his feet.

“Do you really want to stay?” John asked.

“Um... Yes. But only if you’re fine with it,” he answered. “I... you’re his bloody boyfriend. He told you that we... um...”

“It’s fine. He didn’t even know me and I don’t mind sharing. Most notably if I benefit from it as well,” John said, closed the gap between them, and kissed Lestrade as well.

Lestrade’s body was as stiff as a tree for a few seconds, then he obviously found the guts to kiss John back and put his hands on his arse. John decided that it felt very pleasant; Lestrade had nice hands.

“Inspector,” John said pretending that he was shocked.

“I have wanted to grab for so long,” Lestrade said.

Lestrade clearly hadn’t noticed that his handcuffs weren’t in his hand anymore until he was turned around and tied up. His hands were cuffed behind his back. John turned him back and continued kissing him. He was satisfied with his plan; some of his army skills were still very useful.

“How did you...?” Lestrade stammered.

“Picked them up from the floor while you were distracted. I haven’t forgotten that you wanted to arrest me. Shame on you. There have been others who thought that it was a good idea to get Sherlock using me. Didn’t do them much good either,” John teased.

“Sorry,” Lestrade answered. “Donovan doesn’t even know where I am. I don’t tell my team what I do in my free time. Just a bluff and a lame one. The key is in my coat.”

“You’re forgiven,” John replied, took the key, and pocketed it. “But they look too good on you to take them away so soon. Come on; let’s go upstairs before Sherlock’s too bored.”

They arrived in John’s bedroom a minute later and were confronted with a work of sheer beauty. Sherlock was sprawled across the white sheets; his hair and the black velvet knickers were a shocking contrast to his pale skin and the bed linen. The tip of his erect cock wasn’t inside of the knickers anymore and seemed to look out for Lestrade and John who stood in the door frame staring. It didn’t take them more than a second to get on top of him. Lestrade’s mouth started to explore Sherlock’s erection; John lips were on Sherlock’s and kissing him senseless.

Lestrade licked Sherlock’s cock through the velvet while he was also busy fighting for balance. The fabric was wet with saliva and Sherlock’s fluids; Lestrade used his teeth to pull it down and free as much length of cock as he could manage. John’s fingers played with Sherlock’s nipples while kissing him. Sherlock’s hands were fisted in John’s jumper and tugging at it to get it out of the way. John was naked some minutes later, without knowing how it had happened.

“Undress him,” Sherlock said and pointed his head towards Lestrade. “He’s worth your while.”

John grinned, kissed his lover, and found the key in his jeans that were piled on the floor. He crawled over to Lestrade who was still sucking Sherlock. He opened the handcuffs and started to undress Lestrade slowly. Sherlock was watching them and stroked his cock lazily.

“Yes,” John said. “You are worth my while.”

Lestrade chuckled and pulled John close to kiss him again. His fingers found John’s cock and explored it carefully while John was taking his last pieces of clothing away. They were both as hard as Sherlock. John’s eyes wandered across Lestrade’s body and he was sure that Sherlock had picked better this time; Lestrade was a way better choice than Sebastian.

“Do you want him?” John asked during kisses. “Take the knickers off and have him.”

Lestrade nodded frantically and caught the bottle of lubricant Sherlock threw. He placed it next to Sherlock’s hips and grabbed the knickers with both hands. He pulled them down and dropped them to the floor. John positioned himself next to them and watched.

“You’ve wanted to do this ever since you bent me over your desk, haven’t you?” Sherlock said. “You can’t imagine how hard he fucked me, John.”

“Did he?” John asked.

“You begged me for it,” Lestrade grumbled.

“Maybe,” Sherlock answered and opened his legs.

Lestrade moved between them and dispersed lubricant in all the right places; Sherlock moaned deeply when the first two fingers started to open him up. He pulled John down and demanded more kissing.

“Greedy,” John decided and started pinching Sherlock’s nipples.

His other hand found the forgotten handcuffs and brought them back again. Sherlock struggled playfully but didn’t resist too much. Obviously Lestrade’s fingers in his arse and John’s hands on him were enough to make him compliant. John cuffed his hands to the headboard and sat back to admire his work. Beautiful.

“Not fair,” Sherlock complained but threw his head back before he could go on. “Oh, yes... Lestrade. There.”

John chuckled and gave himself a few quick strokes; he positioned himself over Sherlock and pushed the tip of his erection into his lover’s mouth.

“Come on, stop talking,” he said. “Work.”

At first Sherlock gave his best ‘Make me’ expression but he obviously concluded that he didn’t want to protest more today and started sucking John expertly. John rocked his hips backwards and forwards and made Sherlock swallow him completely. He loved how his cock looked between his lover’s lips.

John looked over his shoulder and saw that Lestrade had finished the preparation, positioned himself, and pushed in. Sherlock made a squeaking noise around John’s cock and wrapped his legs around Lestrade’s hips. Lestrade moved in and out slowly and didn’t give in to Sherlock’s demanding legs which tried to pull him in deeper.

John pulled his cock out, sat down next to them, and watched. Lestrade was working Sherlock faster now; his hands held Sherlock’s hips in an iron grip while he pounded him. Sherlock was moaning in pleasure while his hands fought against the cuffs. John sat out of reach for him.

“Harder,” Sherlock demanded but Lestrade went for a slower and more rhythmic pace instead.

John crawled over to Lestrade and distracted him further. He kissed him and stilled Lestrade’s hips; Lestrade was still buried deeply in Sherlock but didn’t move. They both ignored Sherlock’s protests and went on kissing. Lestrade moaned when John’s fingers found his opening and tested it carefully.

“Want me to fuck you?” John asked.

“Yes,” Lestrade nodded.

They both gave Sherlock’s neglected cock a few strokes but ignored any pleas for more. John moved behind Lestrade, found the lubricant, and started working him open.

“God, you’re tight,” he said.

“It’s been a while since...,” Lestrade said and pointed towards Sherlock who was still busy trying to escape the handcuffs.

“He wanted it,” Sherlock said. “But he always says that I took advantage of his drunkenness. It’s a lie, but he didn’t know that I knew that he only had two pints. He wanted it and was too much of a coward to spread his legs for me.”

“I could have lost my job, you fucker,” Lestrade complained and slapped one of Sherlock’s legs which was still wrapped around him. “But you couldn’t leave me alone until you had what you wanted. You don’t care if my life ends in chaos.”

Lestrade went on slapping Sherlock’s legs until both of them showed red marks in form of his handprints. Sherlock moaned; Lestrade’s motions also moved the cock which was inside of him. John thought that it looked very tempting but he was too needy himself to wait any longer.

“Stop it,” John ordered. “Lestrade I need you to breathe. Relax.”

It took John a significant amount of time to open Lestrade’s muscle enough to be able to slide three fingers in and out without resistance. Meanwhile they ignored Sherlock and didn’t pleasure him in any way. Lestrade was still inside of him but didn’t move more than a little bit.

“Ready?” John finally asked. “Do you want it?”

“Yes, go on,” Lestrade answered and bent over towards Sherlock.

John pulled his fingers out, added lubricant to his cock, and pushed in slowly. He gave Lestrade’s muscle lots of time to adjust and went on patiently until he was completely inside of him.

“Fuck him already,” Sherlock ordered. “Lazy bastards. I need...”

Lestrade silenced him with one hard push and started fucking him hard. John just wrapped an arm around Lestrade’s waist and followed his motions, he didn’t fuck Lestrade yet. He waited a few more moments until he pushed Lestrade down to Sherlock’s chest and started taking him in rhythmic, deep thrusts. Lestrade groaned and came deep inside of Sherlock’s body.

“You’re so tight,” John said disbelievingly and fucked Lestrade through his orgasm. “So bloody tight.”

His hips slammed against Lestrade’s arse; he now pulled Lestrade towards his chest and pulled his softening cock out of Sherlock.

“Grab him,” John said and pounded Lestrade hard.

Lestrade closed his hand around Sherlock’s erection and stroked him. He pushed two fingers of his other hand inside of Sherlock’s hole and gave him a severe prostate massage. Sherlock came within seconds and his entire body tensed and shuddered in his climax. John fucked Lestrade harder and slammed his hips against him forcefully. He groaned when he came as well and held Lestrade upright until he felt his cock becoming limp.

They ended in a pile of bodies and limbs, exhausted and panting for air.

“You’re so damn tight, Lestrade,” John said. “We have to do this more often.”

“Next time I’ll have him and you wear those bloody handcuffs,” Sherlock complained.

“Next time we’ll cuff him to his desk and both have him,” John answered.

“Deal,” Sherlock replied.

“You wish,” Lestrade murmured tiredly.

End.