Ever since John moved back in to Baker Street, Sherlock has noticed John's nightmares are getting worse. They're about Sherlock's fall, about his apparent suicide, and that means he's responsible. He's got to do what he can to help, even if it involves feelings and talking and all those other things Sherlock usually avoids in the context of "relationships."
"So what you're telling me," John said slowly, "is that you consider yourself a sex god." He couldn't decide whether it sounded completely ludicrous or completely plausible. Sherlock threw his head back against the top sofa cushions and stared at the ceiling in familiar annoyance. "Lust, not sex, John, and I'm just a demigod. As far as I've been able to tell."
Short fill for a kinkmeme prompt: "Could someone write me some nice, fluffy protective!John cuddling the hell out of a terrified Sherlock?"
"What are we doing here?" John finally asked, admitting defeat. "I didn't even know we had a case on." "We don't," Sherlock admitted from his perch beside him. "You needed sex, so we came to get you some." (AKA Sherlock Picks Up A Hot Date For John, Then Replicates The Evening Himself)
"Sherlock - you need to go home. Now." "It's-" The truth suddenly hit him. "It's John, isn't it?" "He needs you," Mycroft said quietly.
John comes home to find Sherlock dangerously bored - contemplating-cocaine-again bored. He manages to get Sherlock to re-focus his attention, this time on John. Sherlock discovers he likes getting to "deduce" what John wants. And when he deduces that John really, really wants to get off, then, well, who is he to say no?
Most people's primary impression of John Watson was of a smallish, harmless alpha with bad taste in jumpers. It took a surprising amount of work to keep it that way.
Sherlock comes to John for advice: how do you make infatuation for your flatmate go away? John suggests they see whether Sherlock can work it out of his system. Mostly by shagging each other all over the flat. "Not gay" John has a few secrets in his not-gay past, though, which work out to be an advantage . . .
Moriarty drugs Sherlock and sends him on home to his I'm-not-gay flatmate. John fends off Sherlock's persistent advances (apparently Sherlock gets horny when high and has a secret thing for John?) and puts him safely to bed. In the aftermath of Sherlock's embarrassing revelations, John comes to terms with the fact that Sherlock's interest isn't entirely unreciprocated . . .
It's been months since John's last got off properly (i.e. not just by himself), and he's more than a little frustrated. Sherlock is out of town on a case, but deduces the reason for John's mood and bluntly offers to help via text. Smutty little lemon with some humor (it's Sherlock, after all!) and delightfully explicit without actually being all that naughty, anatomically speaking.
Sherlock had an oral fixation - that was the only possible explanation for why he found so many bloody excuses to put things in his mouth. John is not as good at hiding his fascination as he thought.
John is sick of cooking food for Sherlock and Sherlock ignoring it. He turns to the principles of classical conditioning: if he can't make Sherlock get hungry when he smells food, maybe he can make him horny instead . . .
John recognizes the signs - Sherlock goes from flirting to panic attack. Once John gets them home, Sherlock apologizes for how his past experience with rape has left him unable to provide the kind of relationship John obviously wants. Lots of delicious tension and angst lead John to propose an experiment: Sherlock can tie him up and explore his body any way he wants.
"I was in love with you, once." (Otherwise known as "Sherlock comes back from the dead with a head wound and retrograde amnesia and doesn't remember anything about John Watson.")
John doesn't believe hypnosis works. Sherlock proves him wrong. (PWP)
John steps on a hedgehog. Sherlock has no personal boundaries. They both fall in a river. Sherlock tries his hand at doctoring. And they both indulge in a thorough appreciation of John's feet.
D/s AU - John Watson is a sub-for-hire, working off the debt Harry accumulated while he was away. Sherlock Holmes rents his services for the night as an escort to his brother's fancy party (and a thumb of the nose to his brother). John proves to be even more interesting than Sherlock expected, though, just as Sherlock proves to be not as frightening a dominant as John expected.
John is sick of Sherlock having absolutely no shame about wanking and not even trying to be discreet, so he goads his flatmate into a wager: Sherlock's got to go for two weeks without masturbating. Seeing as John's never seen him manage even two days, it seems like an easy wager to win. (That doesn't mean John won't cheat, though.)
Ward propositions Skye for a nefarious purpose. (100% sarcastic little ficlet drabble. DO NOT READ if you ship Ward/Skye - seriously, this is pure snark and you'd probably be offended. I couldn't resist breaking the fourth wall with this, though . . .)
Sherlock believes profanity is the refuge of a lesser mind. John tries to prove that profanity and precision both have their place. John talking dirty can get *anyone* going, even a "married to his work" detective . . . and then Sherlock returns the favor. (He's not very good at it.)