crack_van | E, by Sarren (Explicit)

Fandom: SHERLOCK BBC
Pairing: Sherlock/Lestrade
Length: 4652 words
Author on LJ: sarren
Author Website: works on AO3
Why this must be read:
This is one of the first Sherlock/Lestrade stories I read, and it's remained a favorite of mine. Undercover Lestrade has an early encounter with Sherlock (as anonymous informer) in a gay bar. A year later, they work together on a couple of cases. It's the sexy sequence in the bar that's stuck in my mind, and I recommend it heartily as leather-clad, testosterone fumed hotness. The deductions in the second part are well constructed, too. It's a change from Lestrade meeting and rescuing junkie Sherlock--not that there's anything wrong with that.

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A man stumbles through the door, laughing. Lestrade automatically catalogues what he sees: mid-twenties, dark sweat-streaked curls, high cheekbones, lanky, but filling out his stylish, expensive suit very well. Lestrade cuts off that thought quickly and instead wonders who the hell wears a suit to a gay club. The man gives him an appreciative once over and Lestrade flushes with heat despite himself. He stares at the man quellingly in the mirror. It doesn't seem to have any effect. If anything, his smile sharpens. He wanders over and stands behind Lestrade. Too close.
"Got any E?" he purrs in Lestrade's ear, and Lestrade shivers at the sound of his voice. He always did have a weakness for a posh accent.
"Sorry mate," he says, turning around.
"Are you sure?" The man prowls even closer and Lestrade instinctively takes a step back, but then his arse is against the sink and the only way to go is to push past the man. He doesn't want to do that, yet: he's not sure what the man's up to, but he doesn't want a scene if he can avoid it.
The man's drenched with sweat and there's something wild about his pale eyes. Either he's been dancing up a storm or he's already high. Either way: "You don't look like you need any more stimulants," he says, and then kicks himself. Could he sound any more like a cop?
Surprisingly, amusement lights the man's face. He leans in close, a wayward curl brushing Lestrade's cheek. "Oh, I don't know," he murmurs. "There's stimulation, and then there's stimulation" ...

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