Fic: The Stakeout

[daylyn]

Title: The Stakeout
Author: daylyn
Fandom: Sherlock Holmes
Pairing: SH/JW
Rating: R
Warnings: Um… riding crop porn.
Disclaimer: Not mine, although actually in the public domain. No profit is intended.
Summary: Holmes brings his riding crop on a stakeout, leading to some interesting moments for Watson.

Author’s Note: Written in honor of Fawn’s discussion of REDH on the Holmesslash Yahoo Group. Fawn lamented that Holmes’ riding crop really didn’t come up enough in slash. So, instead of going to sleep, I wrote this. *hides*


The Stakeout

I cannot believe he brought his riding crop.

We wait, crouched in a darkened room, for our culprit to arrive, our only illumination provided by moonlight streaming through the dirty window. The dust is thick in this abandoned house, but Holmes assures both Lestrade and me that our criminal will be here, tonight, to finalize his dastardly plan.

I know our quarry is dangerous. I know I must be alert. I must pay attention. But damn, how am I to concentrate when Holmes is stroking that infernal crop!

Oh, it seems innocent enough. Surely Lestrade thinks that Holmes’ actions are just a release of nervous energy. Anyone who would see him would surmise as much. But I, who know him so well, know that he is purposefully tormenting me.

His long, sensitive fingers run over the handle length, slowly, teasingly, barely touching the crop, and then moving steadily to gently caress the knob on the end. My body begins to respond.

Holmes doesn’t look at me; he doesn’t look at anything except the riding crop in his hands.

My breath quickens.

“Are you alright, Doctor?” Lestrade questions, looking concerned.

I swallow hard. “Perfectly fine, Inspector,” I answer, giving him a quick, albeit strained, smile. “Just a little tired of the waiting, that’s all,” I explain.

“I understand perfectly,” Lestrade says peevishly. “How much longer do you think we have to be here, Mr. Holmes?”

Holmes smiles at me and continues his stroking. His caresses become firmer, longer, sliding down the entire end of the handle. I glare at him.

Holmes never stops his stroking. “I’m certain that the ultimate event will occur soon enough, Lestrade. Have some patience,” he says, forming a tightened grip around the riding crop and leisurely pushing it through his hand.

I cannot help myself; I think back to our prior time together. My God, it was only last night. Holmes used the crop upon me, stinging my buttocks in that delightful manner that always leaves me pleading with him for release. But release was slow in coming. He taunted me, lightly stroking my entrance with that selfsame handle now firmly in his grasp. Then, when I could take no more, he finally, finally pushed the riding crop inside of me.

I grow impossibly hard at the memory.

“Are you quite sure that you’re alright?” Lestrade asks me, interrupting my thoughts.

I glare again at Holmes and try to get my breathing under control. “Quite fine,” I lie to Lestrade. “It’s just the dust in here.”

The Inspector looks from me to Holmes, who affects an air of artful innocence. Lestrade frowns, looking perplexed. “If you’re sure…” he finally says. He doesn’t look convinced.

I nod, not trusting my voice.

“When will he come?” Lestrade asks impatiently.

Holmes looks at Lestrade and then at me. “Oh, I’m sure he’ll come very soon,” he says in a steady voice.

My eyes widen. No, surely he couldn’t mean…

Lestrade nods and looks out the window, obviously bored with his surroundings and his companions.

I turn to Holmes, my eyes pleading, begging him not to do what I know he’s about to do. He’s taken the riding crop and placed it near his lips, moving the handle back and forth oh so slowly. His eyes meet mine, and I can see just the tiny bit of his tongue peeking out.

I clench my fists and try to control my breathing.

Holmes glances at Lestrade to confirm that he’s still preoccupied. He then drags the tip of his tongue over the length of the handle until he finally reaches the knob. Looking me directly in the eyes, he places the end of the riding crop in his mouth and sucks, hard.

I find my release.

I must give a strangled moan, for Lestrade is at my side in an instant. “Doctor,” he says insistently, “whatever is wrong?”

But then Holmes is there, gentling me, answering when I cannot. “It looks like the good Watson has developed a cramp,” he says reasonably.

I’m about to agree, but we hear a noise coming from the front door. “He’s here,” Holmes whispers fiercely, brandishing his crop as a weapon and springing into the next room. Lestrade quickly runs after him.

I gather myself for a moment and then grab my revolver, wondering how I’m ever going to make it through this night. Then I follow Holmes, as I always do.

Comments

[ladysevsnape.livejournal.com]

Um... wow... suprisingly hot! *giggles* Never really thought of that as a fandom but wow... this story is very very good!

[lilka.livejournal.com]

GUH. Wow, that was really, really hot. Evil Holmes, tormenting poor Watson like that. I hope he makes it up to him later. Great little fic, thanks for sharing.

[emeraldreeve.livejournal.com]

Very hot! I feel for Watson. :)

[sheet-squirrel.livejournal.com]

Hot! And Holmes is so cruel. In a good way. :)
xXx

[evilleaper.livejournal.com]

Fans self. There really should be more crop porn. Thanks for sharing.

[the-callum.livejournal.com]

A riding crop. Now there's an idea... ;o) This delightfully hot little story made me laugh out loud. Poor poor Watson. Mean Holmes. What a perfect couple.

(I personally wonder how long Holmes cleaned the thing before he even dared think of getting it close to his mouth...)

[beledibabe.livejournal.com]

Heh. Heh.

Wonder how the good Doctor gets his revenge?

[daylyn.livejournal.com]

Thank you. This just came to me suddenly and I couldn't go to sleep until I had written it.

Never really thought of that as a fandom
I discovered this fandom, basically by accident, a few months ago, and I absolutely fell in love with it. There's something unexpectantly hot about two repressed Victorian gentlemen... it must be all the UST.

Glad you liked the fic!

[daylyn.livejournal.com]

Thanks so much. Yes, Holmes is an evil tease, isn't he? I think tormeneting Watson is one of his favorite activities. No wonder Watson claims to be long-suffering. Glad you enjoyed the fic.

[daylyn.livejournal.com]

Thank you! Yes, poor Watson, although I expect that he'll get revenge. Glad you liked it.

[daylyn.livejournal.com]

Thanks! Glad you liked Holmes' "cruelty".

[daylyn.livejournal.com]

There is definitely a dearth of riding crop porn. We must all endeavour to correct the situation!

Thanks for reading. Glad you liked it.

[daylyn.livejournal.com]

Thank you! I now know why Watson is so "long-suffering" -- Holmes enjoys teasing him too much.

(I personally wonder how long Holmes cleaned the thing before he even dared think of getting it close to his mouth...)

*snort* You know, I actually had that problem while writing this. But then I figured that Holmes is quite fastidious and Watson must have a lot of disenfectant and... I just closed my eyes and went for it.

Glad you liked it.

[daylyn.livejournal.com]

It will probably involve the riding crop!

[almostlifesized.livejournal.com]

Hot... Guh. Oh my. Never thought a riding crop could be so sexy.

I want to see his revenge. Pretty please with a top hat?

*reads again*

[daylyn.livejournal.com]

Thank you! There's something so inherently phallic in a riding crop -- and they have so many uses!

I want to see his revenge.

I can't make any promises, but I'll try. Maybe inspiration will come to me and I'll have another sleepless night fantasizing thinking about Watson taking control of the crop.

Glad you liked the fic.

[almostlifesized.livejournal.com]

It is, indeed. I can truly picture Holmes like that, all smug and sexy :D I love tease!Holmes. But maybe flustered!Holmes is even hotter :D Good luck, then *Grin*

[redconverse.livejournal.com]

Ah, good ol' cock-tease Holmes!

This was nice and smutty. I do hope for a revenge piece... But just seeing some riding crop porn was nice enough! ;D

[daylyn.livejournal.com]

Yes, and poor, suffering Watson.

Glad you liked it. Riding crop porn has lots of potential.

[liederlady221b.livejournal.com]

*pant* Holmes is e v i l. Evil, I say.

Watson is so blessed lucky! The canonical crop is "loaded" which might prove a bit dicey for Watson-whipping, but knowing Holmes, he has two: one for carnal use and the loaded one for criminal! The latter may provide some crossover opportunities for really BAD (but pretty) criminals! ;-P

WONDERFUL work, particularly Holmes' "he'll come very soon."

[spikejem.livejournal.com]

Bad Sherlock, no buscuit! I'd say Holmes is an evil genius for torturing his poor lover so -- especially in front of company.

He has developed a cramp, indeed. Great work!

[anoziraes.livejournal.com]

I second the plea for a sequel in which Holmes gets his...

This was fabulous, your riding crop porn is an undeniable success (now tell Holmes to wipe that smug look off his face!)

[daylyn.livejournal.com]

Thank you! Evil!Holmes is quite fun, I must admit.

The canonical crop is "loaded" which might prove a bit dicey for Watson-whipping
Really? That's good to know.

but knowing Holmes, he has two: one for carnal use and the loaded one for criminal!
I love this idea, and it certainly makes things more... er... hygenic. And I can definitely see Holmes ready to punish the "pretty" criminals... and Watson leading him away.

[daylyn.livejournal.com]

Thank you so much! Holmes is fun as an evil, tormenting cock-tease. Poor Lestrade, he's bound to wonder (and probably figure out) what was going on there.

[daylyn.livejournal.com]

Thank you! I'm thrilled that this little ficlet was so well received -- the idea suddenly came to me and I just had to write it. And I think I've got an idea for a sequel... maybe (I make no promises, but Watson is pestering me to let him have a go at Holmes).