Into the Night - AU - Locked to seaweed_writes

[ihadabadday]

Sex sold. It could be seen in marketing for businesses across all sorts of industries.

And for John Watson, his business was booming.

He worked out of a club in London that catered to certain... Tastes. Men and women who looked to dominate someone sexually. Some would look down on a man having that job, scoffing. Sex work was legal though. But those who were interested in BDSM, found sex workers to be lacking.

John was sitting at a bar at the club he usually worked out of, nursing a soda. He rarely drank when he was working, preferring to stay sober.

He looked around the room, seeing if there was anyone who caught his interest tonight.

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[ihadabadday]

John nodded. That would be nice. "Alright. You do have such talented hands."

He let Sherlock lead him back to their room.

[seaweed_writes]

Sherlock smiled, leading John to the bedroom, still holding his hand. When they got there, he let go and took a step away.

"Alright. strip down and lay down, on your stomach, on the bed. I'll get the massage oil from the loo." He headed into the loo and got the oil that he only used when he was working on John's two injuries. It was not cheap, so it was used sparingly, but it always seemed to do the job- along with Sherlock's hands, of course.

He walked back in the room and laid a towel down on the bed, so the oil wouldn't get on the sheets, then waited for John to lay down. He also turned the overhead lights off and only turned on one bedside lamp, giving the room a soft, yellowish glow.

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John stripped off his robe and climbed onto the bed once the towel was laid down.

He shifted onto his stomach, pillowing his head in his arms.

He had to admit, he enjoyed the massages. Feeling Sherlock's hands move along his back, his body...

[seaweed_writes]

Sherlock decided to start off in a neutral location, so he put some of the oil on his hands and rubbed them to warm it, then started at John's lower back, kneading the muscles with his thumbs and spreading his other fingers out from them.

He slowly started to work upwards, towards his shoulder and the older injury.

"John, okay so far?" He asked, pausing briefly.

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John relaxed with each pass, each touch. He enjoyed it. He closed his eyes, giving a pleased sigh.

"M'okay..." he muttered. Either he fell asleep or it ended in sex. Or both. Sometimes he woke to Sherlock rogering him like no tomorrow.

[seaweed_writes]

When Sherlock got to John's shoulder, he made sure to lighten his tough, gently moving his fingers over the stretched and puckered scar tissue. He dug his fingers in, working the muscles under the scarring.

"This isn't too hard, is it?" He liked to keep asking, to make sure that John was not overstimulated or it wasn't hitting a bad nerve.

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He practically melted. Oh that felt so good. Feeling those fingers work along his shoulder. John shivered.

"No. It's perfect." He answered. He knew he sounded close to sleep.

But being back with Sherlock. Being here. Having this again... It was everything that he had missed.

[seaweed_writes]

Sherlock leaned down. "Sleep, if you need to rest, John. I promise, I won't be offended." He gave his lover the very lightest of kisses on the back of his neck.

he worked on that knot of muscle and scarred flesh for a time, then started to move back down John's back, over his shoulders, down either side of his spine, then.. finally.. he approached the one place that he hadn't touched yet, that horrible mass of new scarring on John's thigh.

For a moment, he paused, scared to continue. Sherlock took a deep breath and touched it for the first time, gently, exploratory.

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John made a soft noise at those words, that kiss. He had always known Sherlock had talented hands. He smiled softly as he lay there, starting to drift off. Funny how this all happened because of his job, and their unusual attraction to one another.

He was half asleep by the time that Sherlock got to his thigh. The scarring was wide. There had been a real danger that John could have died from these wounds. But he didn't. He survived. Survived to come back to Sherlock.

[seaweed_writes]

Sherlock made sure that he kept his touches light, not light enough to tickle, but not hard enough to really get down to the nerves buries deep. As much as it was tempting, he was so close, he kept his hands off of John's perineum and arse.

When he had given the area a thorough work through, he continued down John's legs, massaging as he went until he got to his feet, which he also gave a good work.

Finally, when he was done, he took a step back to... admire his work, or at least give John a nice look over.

[ihadabadday]

John was relaxed and half asleep on his stomach. The tension seemed to ease out of him during the massage and he looked closer to thirty five than the forty one that he really was.

[seaweed_writes]

"I can leave you to rest, John. Sleep well." He gently gave John's lower leg a rub, and headed towards the door.