That One Time

Just a short little one. Inspired by real events. :)

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That one time Sherlock didn't put on sunscreen.

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"Jooohhhhnnn…."

That definitely ranked as one of the top twenty whiniest pronunciations of his name John had ever heard. And when he didn't respond immediately to Sherlock's plea for attention, the excessively whiny prat repeated his name and broke into the top ten.

John answered back but didn't look up from the article he was reading. "Seriously Sherlock, if you want me to solve this bloody case for you then let me concentrate."

Not giving up, Sherlock loudly complained, "But I hurt."

There was no point in not sighing. "Obviously. Why don't you put on more aloe?"

"Because it's not helping."

"It would help if you actually put some on instead of just complaining about it not working."

With a huff of indignation Sherlock shot back at him, "I'm not going to stop complaining and you know it."

"Sherlock I really need to read this, so shut it."

He shut it for all the time it took him to flop over to his side, yell 'ow' a half-dozen times and then settle into a somewhat comfortable position. Once that melodramatic display finished he called out John's name again adding to it so much whine that John was sure he was aiming for the top five. "…please, make it stop hurting."

He was getting increasingly too pathetic to ignore. John turned in his chair to look over at his beet red partner lying in their cabin bed, bare except for a light sheet partly covering him. He did look incredibly miserable; his skin bright and sunburnt from being out in the sun for far too long.

"I'm sorry Sherlock. There's nothing else I can do to make your sunburn any better."

Sherlock added an adorable frown. "But you're a doctor. Doctor me."

John had to choke back a laugh. He was alternating so quickly between grumpy complaints, pathetic whines and adorable cuteness it was hard to keep up.

"You should have just taken my medical advice when I gave it to you."

Swapping back over to complaints, Sherlock rolled his eyes. "Telling me to put on sunscreen does not qualify as medical advice." Sherlock looked like he wanted to attempt another over-dramatic flop but knew the pain it would cause was worse than the satisfaction of throwing a tantrum.

"Why in the world did you think you could walk around on the ship deck in your swim trunks without sunscreen?"

Oh the poor sod. He hadn't been able to hold it in long. One more giant flop brought on a whole new wave of 'ow's. Once his discomfort eased up, he continued right on with the complaining, "Never needed sunscreen before."

"You've also never been on a cruise in the Caribbean."

"I can't help it if I was focused more on the case. You should have been more insistent."

"You're kidding right? You wouldn't even speak to me once you left the room."

"I was undercover."

"You were an idiot, that's what you were."

And with another switch he went right back to adorable, giving one of those irresistible pouts. "John, please just make it better."

John couldn't help smiling at that big puffy, pouty lip of his. "Sherlock you're completely sunburned, there isn't anything I can do about it. Just put on the aloe and try to think about something else instead of complaining."

And quite possibly due to John's smile or the suggestion of trying to think of something else, Sherlock's pout slowly disappeared and was replaced by something that in no way resembled the cycle of whines, complains or cuteness.

He pulled his thin sheet up at his waist, exposing a very pale, not touched by the sun, delicious hip bone; and continued looking at him very suggestively. "Well, I'm not completely sunburned."

John's mouth got as dry as Sherlock's aloeless skin. "Bloody hell."

Ever since that damn sunburn he'd been milling about their ship cabin with not a stitch of clothing, even his silk pants caused excessive complaints of pain. John had been trying his best to focus on their case in part because Sherlock had been too busy fussing to work on it; more so because having Sherlock walking around their small cabin bare arse naked and in too much misery from his sunburn to have any type of fun had been slightly, er...uncomfortable to think about. So working the case had been a good distraction but this little tease was too tempting to pass up.

If that suggestive smile was suggesting what John hoped it was, well maybe he could take a small break to tend to his wounded lover. Raising his eyebrows, John glanced to that delicate pale flesh now on display. "That, um...would probably make your sunburn hurt more."

Sherlock pulled the sheet off a little further, showing an additional trace of tantalizing skin near his groin, his smile getting wider. "But it will stop me from complaining."

"But only for a bit, then you'll start all over again."

"Hmm." Sherlock chewed over this for just a moment and then a little of that red burn showed in his eyes and his slid the sheet off even more, revealing just the barest hint of his semi-erect cock. "I promise to stop complaining for at least an hour."

Now that made it all the more tempting. John licked his lip and grinned. "No complaints at all? For a whole hour?"

As the sheet was pulled completely off Sherlock purred, "Promise."

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Exactly one hour later John heard what was surely the number one whiniest pronunciation of his name ever.

It didn't come as much of a surprise since John hadn't really been focusing on his laptop, instead watching the last minutes of that hour tick away. "Yes Sherlock?"

"I think I need more motivation to not start complaining again."