Of Latex and Jam

 

Fetish: Latex Pairing: Sexual!Sherlock/Sexual!John Author's note: I believe that there may be some who might find Sherlock OOC in terms of sexuality. I say that he is whatever we want him to be. So please forgive me if you do not like this Sherlock. Also note that this is just a horribly written piece that I wanted to write centered around a fetish. A challenge to myself essentially. Please read and review.              

 

 

Of Latex and Jam      

 

 

Sherlock’s nostrils flared slightly and his eyes opened ever so slightly. He smoothed out the size large latex gloves as he flexed his hands noting the the way latex stretched and released. The powder felt soft against his skin and with his keen observation skills he never had much problem removing the glove. In fact he was sure that there was a fair amount of cornstarch left when he was done with the gloves.



He very much had a love hate relationship with his latex gloves. Prior to the pink lady case, and subsequently John, he never relented in wearing the silly clothing Lestrade and company wore. He smirked as his being of superior intelligence meant he would not be in the room long enough to contaminate the crime scene. However even with these tiny consents he was treated the same.



“Go on ahead, Freak” Sally said sarcastically mustering up as much contempt as she could.



Sherlock gave her the once over and smirked noting the haphazardly way she had done up her hair, the bags under her eyes, the fact that she had forgotten to put any foundation on and other little clues that meant troubled waters between Anderson and herself.



“Anderson’s wife giving you hell?” Sherlock said dispassionately though couldn’t help but smirk inwardly when Sally’s eyes flashed red. “I take it the body is in the bedroom.”



“Whatever Freak,” Sally said coldly, “Detective Inspector Lestrade is upstairs and in the bathroom.”



The crime had come and been solved as quickly as Sherlock’s encounters were with latex gloves. He looked at the box of unopened gloves from every angle imaginable. John came in with a small bag of groceries looked puzzled and simply shook his head before heading back to the kitchen.



Sherlock took out a single glove and smelled it. It smelled like rubber. There were no discernible qualities that made it special from the last. Yet without explanation Sherlock felt titillated by the damn thing. He could feel his pulse increase as did his urge to stick out his tongue from the corner of his mouth in attempts to lick off some imaginary jam.



“Why are you staring so intently at one single latex glove.”



“That is what I am trying to find out John,” Sherlock said as he frowned, “For whatever reason I feel some sort of physical titillation when I hold, smell, use latex gloves.”



“I.. uh...” John frowned and looked down thinking for a moment to find the right words, “well some people do have fetishes...”



“Do I look like some people John? I should hope not,” Sherlock said as he grimaced, “No John I assure you this is not a fetish. I do not gain sexual pleasure from this. There physical differences yes however I am in the process of deciphering its meaning. Now if you can please leave me to my thoughts. This is going to be at maximum a one patch problem.”



John nodded as Sherlock continued to stare. In Sherlock’s mind the best place to start was to note when he first started wearing the latex gloves. Ah pink Sherlock mused as he closed his eyes. While he did not elect to wear the blue coveralls he did relent to wearing the latex gloves. It was due to John’s urging that he wore them. Sherlock looks the opposite side of the room to where John sat in the recliner but not quite at him. He must have been staring intently for quite a long time because he could feel John’s concern wash over him. He stared back at John and a sudden realization like a big wave crashed against him causing him to hitch his breath. It might not have been a sexual fetish but it was certainly an emotional response. An emotional response to the one person who got him to wear those gloves.



“John...”

 

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It might not have started as a sexual fetish but it did not mean Sherlock objected to the idea. Sherlock stood there nude with only a pair of latex gloves on. The latex snapped tautly against his hands as he felt quite devilish at the aroused and whimpering John laying on his bed. John’s breath hitched “I thought you said it wasn’t a sexual fetish.”



“Oh it’s not,” Sherlock nodded, “but I figure why not bring in some kink John.”



“Irene been texting you then?” John said with slight annoyance.



“John, Irene had nothing to do with this actually,” Sherlock said as he began to stroke John’s leg noting happily that being a military man meant that John had impeccably trim and clean feet, “You are responsible for this.”



John sat up letting a very throaty “How am I responsible Sherlock?”



“You wanted to know what was so significant about latex gloves?” Sherlock said as he began to rake his nails on John’s knee down to his ankle, “Simply put I cataloged when I first put on gloves, and when I started having physical reactions to them. The ending was always the same. It was you John. You were the first person to make me wear them at a crime scene. You have been my better half all this time and my body connected the importance of you in my life to when I first relented for the sake of another person. It comes down to you John. Always has, always will.”



Sherlock grabbed the jar of strawberry  jam relishing in how it felt sticky but would not leave its offending stickiness all over his hands. He sucked off his pointer finger as he dipped into the jar again scooping up a small bit. The plop landed on John stomach which made the muscles in his stomach contract.



“It seems I am not the only one with a kink,” Sherlock noted, “Seems you enjoy playing with your food.”



Sherlock spread the strawberry jam making various shapes and drawings. One included a very large arrow pointing to John’s very much erect cock. Sherlock spread the jam downward covering John’s cock. John laid back and let out a hiccuped moan. His moan hitched and became louder as Sherlock bent down and licked the underside of John’s cock. He then inserted John’s cock into his mouth relishing how the strawberry jam mixed with John’s precum. His hands grazed John’s ass before gripping it firmly which caused John’s hips to buck in response.



“Ah, oh god,” John said loudly’ “Sherlock, oh god. I’m close.”



Sherlock ceased leaving a John whimpering and nearly sobbing at the loss of contact. With John’s cock thoroughly dripping with saliva, precum and jam Sherlock took a hold and began to pump John’s cock. Up and down, up and down, up down. Sherlock pumped rhythmically as his free hand cupped and massaged John’s balls. Sherlock’s fingers teased John’s tip causing John to squeak out loud a Sherlock.



“Don’t tease,” John begged, “Please Sherlock, please.”



Sherlock gave in to John’s request. He began to pump faster and soon enough John’s back arched and his face contorted as an intense orgasm ripped through him. His semen splashed upward toward his belly button as Sherlock collected the jam mixed semen on his finger and languidly licked his finger off noting John’s post orgasmic stare and the movement in his cock meant he was ready for more.



“Delicious.”