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The streetlights outside the window cast an orangey glow into room and Sherlock couldn’t help wondering of he was dreaming. Of course he wasn’t he knew that but he was a little overwhelmed, even now after the event. He settled onto John’s chest, was there ever a better place to rest his head than right here, right now?
Despite this new and frankly wonderful feeling of contentedness, he was a little afraid. He had never had a relationship of this kind before and he knew he would make mistakes. He could also tell that John was intensely curious and actually wanted him to ask those questions.
Sherlock made a mental note to tell John in the morning that he could ask anything he wanted to. John was falling asleep and rather than squash him with his full weight Sherlock shifted over a little. he kept his arm over John’s chest and his leg over John’s but gave his doctor a little more space to sleep.
It was some time before Sherlock himself fell asleep, he watched John sleeping for a hour or so before finally drifting off himself.
Morning light was filtering through the room`s window. John noticed Sherlock wasn`t on top of him anymore, but lying on his side peacefully sleeping. John thought that it was the first time he watched Sherlock sleep so quietly. The soft light created little shadow shapes on Sherlock`s face and his bare back. Beautiful. he knew that wasn`t a words he uses to describe other men; to describe anything actually, but he couldn’t help to admire the marble skin made paler with the light.
John didn`t want to disturb the detective`s sleep, not when it was such a difficult thing to get Sherlock do, so he tried to saty still as much as possible. Just his breathing broke the calm that reined in the flat.
John didn`t know how long he passed looking at the morning light playing with Sherlock`s eyelashes and delineated cheekbones before the man opened his lazy eyes. ”Good morning,” John grinned while saying those words; his voice was rough. Sherlock half smiled and it made John`s breath caught on his throat; Sherlock`s effect on John was something he couldn’t control, and to be honest, he didn’t pretend to.
John locked his eyes with Sherlock`s and then felt Sherlock`s stare run through his body, his face started to feel a bit hot and a light tightening on his under belly made him aware that other parts of his body were awakening as well, but he knew it wasn’t time for that. John wanted to talk. Without mattering how afraid he was about where the questions might lead, he needed to know what did it mean the new relationship between Sherlock and him. He hoped he wouldn`t fuck up.
He lifted his hand and brushed Sherlock`s cheek with his fingertips. He wanted to kiss those red lips so close to him. He lightly pressed his lips against the consulting detective`s and breathed deeply. “I was thinking that..erm we could stay a bit on bed and talk.” Sherlock`s expression didn’t change so John continued. “You know..about this” John`s index finger rapidly pointed Sherlock and then, himself.
His face was definitely bright red now. John tried to hide the mess that his mind was; maybe he if didn’t look right at Sherlock`s eyes he wouldn`t notice, maybe. He says he loves me, but does he wants a relationship? what if if he doesn`t….how is he going to want one with me?; he`ll just get bored and leave, he knows. And do I want a relationship, a real relationship with Sherlock Holmes?? hell yeah.
He looked at Sherlock shifting green eyes once more and he realized that no matter what Sherlock said, he was in trouble, he irrevocable loved the man in front of him and there was no way back.
Sherlock stretched like a cat and then wrapped himself around John. He laid there, hugging John to him for a few moments and rolled onto his back, with his hands behind his head.
“Knew you had questions and it’s fine go ahead and ask, I have a few of my own. But maybe I should make some tea first.” He rolled off the bed and still naked walked to the bathroom. After taking care of business in the bathroom, Sherlock put on his robe and went to make tea. He returned to the bedroom with it and shedding his robe again, climbed back into bed.
“You want to know what this is, if we are in a relationship? I hope we are, however I really don’t know what that entails and you will have to be patient with me.” Sherlock passed John his tea. “Go ahead and ask John, I’ll answer the best I can.”
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“God John…” Sherlock continued to pump his hips harder but slowed down a little, paying extra attention to John. He matched his strokes with his thrusts, gripping John tighter and ran his thumb through the pre-come, over the slit.
Sherlock pulled John up into a sitting position in his lap and held him close to his chest. He rocked his hips a little faster, going careful as this position made his thrusts deeper. He wanted to have as much of John touching him as possible.
John moaned quietly and the sound of his voice sent a shiver through Sherlock. The pressure was building at the base of his spine and he groaned, his lips brushing the shell of John’s ear. He could feel John’s body tighten around him, his breath caught in his throat and his movements became erratic and desperate.
He gripped John’s erection and stroked again, running his thumb over the glans at each upward stroke, twisting his wrist a little at each downwards stroke. He wanted to make John come, he wanted to feel the hot release pulse across his skin. The pressure at the base of his spine coiled, like a snake, tightening and as John said his name and the words ‘come inside me’ it built to an incredible level. John groaned, his body tightened around Sherlock in waves and with a cry John came. That was the trigger for Sherlock, the pressure reached an unbearable level and then was released in a wave of euphoria. Sherlock came so hard he thought he might pass out. He held onto John tightly, never wanting to let him go.
Every muscle, now relaxed was incapable of moving. John new tomorrow he would be barely able of going out of bed, maybe he wouldn`t have to; if he stayed like that, happily exhausted and with Sherlock embracing him, there was no need to part from the bed.
Sherlock was still inside him and with his hands held tight onto his arms. John opened his eyes, he hadn`t noticed he shut them, and looked at Sherlock that was recovering his normal breath rhythm. John`s hand started to put some order to Sherlock`s hair; he actually just wanted to put his hand among those curls he loved so much.With both hands he coped Sherlock`s face, flushed and with bright red lips parted, John gently kissed his lips and guided the consulting detective`s head to his chest so both of them were resting on the bed. It wasn`t until Sherlock moved a bit that John remembered his whole belly and probably a part of his lower chest was covered by cum. “Oh..I-“
“I don`t mind” Sherlock said while letting go John`s arms just to rest his arms alongside John, but never breaking the touch.
The silence of the room was only interrupted by the men breathing. John entertained himself stroking Sherlock`s hair and watching his head go up and down along with John`s breathing. Up, what are we going to do now? Down, He said he loves me and he knows I bloody love him, but; Up, does this means we`re in a relationship? Has Sherlock ever been in a relationship?? Down. Sherlock`s curls tickled John`s chin and made him grin.
John was battling between his tiredness and his his questions. They had talk for a long time at the pub, but they never spoke about what comes next of expressing ones feelings. All along John thought the hard part would be to say “I love you” but now he knew the hard part was to figure out what to do with the result of those words.
Only the lights of the street illuminated the room, very dimly, but enough. John felt like he was floating and not even a legion of soldiers could bothering him right now. He pressed his lips against Sherlock`s hair one again and closed his eyes. His day was ending very differently from how it started; in the morning was just his flatmate and secret love, now Sherlock Holmes was his lover? couple? Oh..let`s not go there again. John decided that he`ll have time to figure out the next step next morning; now it was enough to know that he couldn`t remember when he had being happier. With that thought fresh on his mind John smiled, maybe a low snarl came out of his mind, he wasn`t sure..it didn`t matter; he fell asleep
The streetlights outside the window cast an orangey glow into room and Sherlock couldn’t help wondering of he was dreaming. Of course he wasn’t he know that but he was a little overwhelmed, even now after the event. He settled onto John’s chest, was there ever a better place to rest his head than right here, right now?
Despite this new and frankly wonderful feeling of contentedness, he was a little afraid. He had never had a relationship of this kind before and he knew he would make mistakes. He could also tell that John was intensely curious and actually wanted him to ask those questions.
Sherlock made a mental note to tell John in the morning that he could ask anything he wanted to. John was falling asleep and rather than squash him with his full weight Sherlock shifted over a little. he kept his arm over John’s chest and his leg over John’s but gave his doctor a little more space to sleep.
It was some time before Sherlock himself fell asleep, he watched John sleeping for a hour or so before finally drifting off himself.
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Sherlock’s breath caught in his throat as John wrapped his fingers around his erection. He was leaking pre-come and John was using it, spreading it over his cock, making him slick. John’s other hand was pulling on Sherlock’s hair and that was really sending him into orbit. Then, John did something that pushed Sherlock right to the limit of his restraint, he bit him, reasonably hard on the neck.
“Oh god J…John…” Sherlock breathed his name against John’s ear, his lips brushing his ear lobe. Sherlock grabbed John’s jeans and his own trousers pulling them up enough to allow them both to make it up the stairs. He pulled John with him as he took the stairs two at time, hauling John into his bedroom, he pushed him down on the bed.
Stripping quickly and without any self consciousness, Sherlock then turned his attention to stripping John. His movements were quick but his touch was careful, he wanted to see feel every inch. His fingers stroked and pressed from John’s toes, working his way up the tight muscles of his legs, smoothing the skin of his inner thighs, gripping his hips and squeezing his buttocks.
Sherlock crawled up the bed over John and bent his head, his eyes turned upwards, holding John’s gaze, he licked up the underside of his erection. The shudder this produced in John made Sherlock moan his name again “John…”
Pushing John’s legs up and encouraging him to turn over, Sherlock moved down further. John was now half kneeling, half lying with his back to him. Sherlock grasped John’s cock with one hand and licked up his perineum, his tongue lingering for a moment at his anus. He lavished saliva around the opening and probed with his tongue. He could feel John opening up and he wanted to see his eyes. “John turn over for me, I want to see your face”
John couldn`t think straight anymore; his thoughts were impregnated with Sherlock, he wanted the man inside him, and soon.
Sherlock wanted to see his face, and that worked perfectly for him because John couldn’t properly touch Sherlock without looking like a blind person searching where to hold. John grabbed Sherlock curls with one hand. The man lips were bright red and parted, it was clear he was having problems catching his breath; the scene was just breathtaking. John definitely never thought he will actually have Sherlock Holmes in front of him in that position. Dreamed about it a thousand times, but it felt like a impossible thing, until now.
“Come here” John whispered just loud enough for Sherlock to hear. With his legs open he pulled the detective up holding his hair and made him lay on top of him. There was not an inch of John`s body that wasn`t in contact with Sherlock`s. Both of them were hot and sweaty making the touch feel a bit sticky but smooth all the same. John tangled his legs with Sherlock`s and started rocking his hips softly; both of their erections were lying alongside on John`s belly.
“You know I love you, right” John said it while kissing Sherlock`s collarbone and delineating it with his tongue.
John wasn`t waiting for an answer, all he wanted was to take the most of it of his ability to talk while he still could. Sherlock started to thrust harder and from John smile it came an snarl. As it was the que Sherlock was waiting, he lowered himself while kissing his way down on John`s chest until he reached his thighs.
“Sh-Sherlock” John was shuddering from chin to toe.
John spreads his thighs wider and Sherlock positioned his hips on top of John`s, letting his balls slip beneath. Sherlock`s hand cups John`s balls and then slides one of his fingers inside John`s anus. His body trembles for the pressure sensation of Sherlock inside him; he presses harder into the touch.
“Are you ready” Sherlock`s words sounds husky coming out of his mouth.
“I need…I wan-want you inside me…now Sherlock”
Sherlock was gone just a couple of seconds looking for the lube. He poured some on his hands and stroked his own cock and then grabbed John`s flushed cock and covered it. Sherlock helped John put his legs on his shoulders and then he kneeled, lifting John`s hips from the bed.
John was ready. He was going to say so when Sherlock lowered himself into him, he felt the pressure right away. John lifted his head backwards and closed his eyes without even knowing his moaning was getting louder. ”Harder…go deeper” John was fairly sure those were the last words he was going to be able to speak for a while.
John felt Sherlock going faster, he pushed a bit into it. “F-fuck”
Sherlock gave shorter and sharper thrusts while stroking John`s cock, he was going up and down the length of it and then stroking the tip. John felt his shoulders shake and his back arched; his breathing is not under his control anymore, as well as his panting; his hands, yearning for touch, were busy exploring Sherlock`s chest and playing with his nipples that were very hard.
John knew he was close to reaching climax. Every fibre of his body felt hot and was sending an electricity sensation to his spine.
“I think I`m about to…come..” John wasn`t sure if the words actually went out of his lips because he could feel his throat go dry. His groaning were rising just as Sherlock`s hips started to rock harder.
“Oh Sherlock…fuck. Come inside me. Sh-Sher..” His all body, now flushed, was trembling succumbing to his needs.
“God John…” Sherlock continued to pump his hips harder but slowed down a little, paying extra attention to John. He matched his strokes with his thrusts, gripping John tighter and ran his thumb through the pre-come, over the slit.
Sherlock pulled John up into a sitting position in his lap and held him close to his chest. He rocked his hips a little faster, going careful as this position made his thrusts deeper. He wanted to have as much of John touching him as possible.
John moaned quietly and the sound of his voice sent a shiver through Sherlock. The pressure was building at the base of his spine and he groaned, his lips brushing the shell of John’s ear. He could feel John’s body tighten around him, his breath caught in his throat and his movements became erratic and desperate.
He gripped John’s erection and stroked again, running his thumb over the glans at each upward stroke, twisting his wrist a little at each downwards stroke. He wanted to make John come, he wanted to feel the hot release pulse across his skin. The pressure at the base of his spine coiled, like a snake, tightening and as John said his name and the words ‘come inside me’ it built to an incredible level. John groaned, his body tightened around Sherlock in waves and with a cry John came. That was the trigger for Sherlock, the pressure reached an unbearable level and then was released in a wave of euphoria. Sherlock came so hard he thought he might pass out. He held onto John tightly, never wanting to let him go.
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His head tilted back and lips parted, Sherlock made a deep rumbling noise, which seemed to come from way down inside him. He lifted his hips a fraction, pushing into John’s hand and his own hand sought out John’s arousal, gripping him through his jeans. Unable to contain his desire, he half dragged, half lifted John into his lap, wrapping his arms around John’s middle and holding him fast.
Sherlock writhed under John, pumping his hips almost lazily, his face pressed into John’s neck. The driver didn’t turn around, though Sherlock knew that a glance in his mirror would reveal them. He suspected the driver, probably all London cab drivers, had seen much worse in the back of their cabs, he and John were at least fully clothed. ‘Not for long’ he thought, squeezing John’s bum.
For a moment Sherlock considered stopping the cab and finding a secluded alley to fuck in but it was too seedy. There was a huge amount of lust involved in this but that wasn’t the entirety of it, not by a long way. The flat wasn’t far away, just a few more minutes, Sherlock could and would be content to hump gently under John for a while longer.
He reined himself in by thinking of how John had looked in the pub while he’d played the piece he’d written for him. No one had ever looked at Sherlock like that before, he didn’t know how to process it, he didn’t know how to process his own feelings. Why was he thinking of songs and song lyrics?
He was shaking, part arousal, part emotion. Before he knew it the cab had stopped outside 221b, he paid the driver and they both clambered from the car and with shaking hands, Sherlock unlocked the door. As soon as the door closed behind them, he used his whole body to push John into it and shoved his hands up and under John’s shirt, leaning down and sucking at his neck.
Silently thanking God Mrs Hudson wasn’t home, Sherlock’s hands slid down to John’s belt and made quick work of freeing him from his jeans, pushing them down to his knees.
Okay, so apparently they wouldn`t go upstairs. Not that John minded; after feeling Sherlock`s hand between his trousers, he barely managed to get out of the cab without undressing the consulting detective that was now pulling John`s pants down as well.
Sherlock`s hands were all around him. John`s hands were also busy untucking Sherlock shirt so his hands could have a good examination of all of the man`s body; he could feel the detective tight body beneath his fingers. Sherlock helped to unbutton his shirt while John took his jumper off. John`s fingers explored Sherlock chest until they found his nipples; John circled around them noticing Sherlock flinching under his touch; John liked that. His cock was already hard, and he could feel Sherlock getting hard too.
One of John`s hands gave up Sherlock`s nipple to let his hand run up to the detective messy hair. John lips made the way to Sherlock earlobe and started nibbling and letting his tongue wonder. ”I want you…” John said between moans that he couldn`t quite control. “..now.” With his hand among Sherlock`s curls John pulled lightly, pushing his head back and exposing a long neck of marble skin; not for long. John started nibbling Sherlocks neck and then letting his tongue ran on the light marks he left, like it could magically make them disappear. All his senses were filled with Sherlock, and there was not another thing John had on mind other than the man in front of him.
John went lower and lower, not without kissing and nibbling his way down, living a barely perceivable trace of red spots on Sherlock`s chest. His hands were busy unbuttoning and pushing down Sherlock`s trousers and pants; then he started to stroke Sherlock`s long and erected cock. John started to breath heavenly on Sherlock`s skin, he was so hard it was starting to hurt; his whole body was tensing and he couldn`t help but to want to be all over Sherlock, just touching him wasn`t enough. He wanted the man inside him, but he also wanted to hear Sherlock gasp his name. Just the thought of hearing his name go trough Sherlock Holmes lips like it was a pledge was enough to make John`s thrust even bigger, if that was even possible.
John started to stroke Sherlock`s cock harder, feeling the pre-come between his fingers, it was the perfect lubricant he needed to press a bit harder. Sherlock was panting loudly; John haven`t realized, but he was groaning harder with every stroke he gave Sherlock. John started to bite a bit harder on Sherlock`s neck while erasing the space between both of their bodies. Both of their hips were thrusting along the rapid fuel of their arousal, as well as their cocks. John started to arch upon Sherlock; John had to do something or he would explode because of lust.
Sherlock’s breath caught in his throat as John wrapped his fingers around his erection. He was leaking pre-come and John was using it, spreading it over his cock, making him slick. John’s other hand was pulling on Sherlock’s hair and that was really sending him into orbit. Then, John did something that pushed Sherlock right to the limit of his restraint, he bit him, reasonably hard on the neck.
“Oh god J…John…” Sherlock breathed his name against John’s ear, his lips brushing his ear lobe. Sherlock grabbed John’s jeans and his own trousers pulling them up enough to allow them both to make it up the stairs. He pulled John with him as he took the stairs two at time, hauling John into his bedroom, he pushed him down on the bed.
Stripping quickly and without any self consciousness, Sherlock then turned his attention to stripping John. His movements were quick but his touch was careful, he wanted to see feel every inch. His fingers stroked and pressed from John’s toes, working his way up the tight muscles of his legs, smoothing the skin of his inner thighs, gripping his hips and squeezing his buttocks.
Sherlock crawled up the bed over John and bent his head, his eyes turned upwards, holding John’s gaze, he licked up the underside of his erection. The shudder this produced in John made Sherlock moan his name again “John…”
Pushing John’s legs up and encouraging him to turn over, Sherlock moved down further. John was now half kneeling, half lying with his back to him. Sherlock grasped John’s cock with one hand and licked up his perineum, his tongue lingering for a moment at his anus. He lavished saliva around the opening and probed with his tongue. He could feel John opening up and he wanted to see his eyes. “John turn over for me, I want to see your face”
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Sherlock melted in John’s arms and for a few moments everything around them ceased to exist. John’s fingers in his hair made the kiss even more sensual and Sherlock’s heart suddenly felt to large for his chest. He sighed as John pulled away, suspecting he had a stupid grin on his face.
“Yes one more drink” He nodded. Sherlock busied himself putting away his violin while John got them another round. He had so many questions for John but was afraid to ask them. He wasn’t sure he could answer the same questions if they were returned.
He watched John walk back to the table, admiring his muscular, soldier’s frame. He had never looked at anyone like that before and his body’s reaction was swift and intense. He caught his breath and and felt his face flush, he couldn’t help brushing John’s hand as his took the drink with thanks.
“I’d like to go home quite soon…John” he said looking up as John sat down. “I want you.”
Those last words Sherlock said were just a whisper, but they were said so close to John`s ear that he heard them clearly, very clearly. The breath on his face felt quite warm and it sent what felt like electricity all over his spine. He hadn’t feel like that for anyone in a long while; to be more precise, no one have made him feel that way in a long while.
Sherlock wasn’t the only one that was filling a bit tight inside in his pants anymore. John felt his blood not only going to his face, what made him show bright red cheeks, but to his groin.
Sherlock`s request about going home was a great relief for John, because he wasn’t sure what would the man like to do after a night in the pub; who could`ve known; they had a pretty busy morning after all, and they didn`t expended the evening resting either. So it was only understandable if Sherlock wanted to rest, but apparently the consulting detective wanted to expend some more time with him, and John was fine with it; more than fine, he was quite excited about it. However, he tried not to show it much; John tried to look cool, but it was quite harder than he thought.
John drank his last pint very quickly, and by the time he put his glass down Sherlock was already getting their coats. Jesus, the man moves fast!
“So I guess we`re ready to go now.” John`s words weren’t suppose to sound so demanding and like almost a pledge, but it did sounded like that in his own ears.
Sherlock was putting his coat on and helped John with his. There was no answer needed; they both were more than ready to leave the warm pub to go into the typical London chilly night.
Already outside, Sherlock got a cab with that incredible gift he had; with which he could make cabs appear whenever he needed one from nowhere.
The distance between the pub and 221 Baker Street wasn`t a long one, but it seemed like an eternity to John. He could`t help to turn his head towards Sherlock to give some quick peaks to the man that was now in the shadows. John decided to give one last look to Sherlock, but he noticed that he had his friend`s eyes on him now. John felt himself blushing while Sherlock made what seemed like a tentative movement to get closer to John, but only reducing less that half the space they had between them.
Sherlock`s move was John`s que to break any distance left between them. The cab was very dark so the driver couldn’t tell what was happening on the back seat, but he was sure there was some kind of movement; it wasn`t loud and the movement noise ceased almost instantly so the driver dismissed it at the moment.
John was side to side with Sherlock and he didn’t know which should be his next step. They were at a cab, so of course they weren`t going to stat making out at the back seat like a couple of teenager, but god, how much did John wanted just to forget about everything and be totally surrounded of Sherlock. Their looks were still locked and John`s hand was caressing Sherlock`s tight on his way to the visible lump in his trousers. John didn’t know his hand was making such things until it reached Sherlock`s sensitive area and the man flinched; his lips parted a bit while his head tilted back. The vision was enough to make John hard too.
They needed to get home urgently.
His head tilted back and lips parted, Sherlock made a deep rumbling noise, which seemed to come from way down inside him. He lifted his hips a fraction, pushing into John’s hand and his own hand sought out John’s arousal, gripping him through his jeans. Unable to contain his desire, he half dragged, half lifted John into his lap, wrapping his arms around John’s middle and holding him fast.
Sherlock writhed under John, pumping his hips almost lazily, his face pressed into John’s neck. The driver didn’t turn around, though Sherlock knew that a glance in his mirror would reveal them. He suspected the driver, probably all London cab drivers, had seen much worse in the back of their cabs, he and John were at least fully clothed. ‘Not for long’ he thought, squeezing John’s bum.
For a moment Sherlock considered stopping the cab and finding a secluded alley to fuck in but it was too seedy. There was a huge amount of lust involved in this but that wasn’t the entirety of it, not by a long way. The flat wasn’t far away, just a few more minutes, Sherlock could and would be content to hump gently under John for a while longer.
He reined himself in by thinking of how John had looked in the pub while he’d played the piece he’d written for him. No one had ever looked at Sherlock like that before, he didn’t know how to process it, he didn’t know how to process his own feelings. Why was he thinking of songs and song lyrics?
He was shaking, part arousal, part emotion. Before he knew it the cab had stopped outside 221b, he paid the driver and they both clambered from the car and with shaking hands, Sherlock unlocked the door. As soon as the door closed behind them, he used his whole body to push John into it and shoved his hands up and under John’s shirt, leaning down and sucking at his neck.
Silently thanking God Mrs Hudson wasn’t home, Sherlock’s hands slid down to John’s belt and made quick work of freeing him from his jeans, pushing them down to his knees.
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A huge smile slowly spread across Sherlock’s face. John wanted him to play in public, on their first date. It was the most wonderful thing anyone had ever done for him and he suspected terribly romantic, though his experience in that was very limited to say the least. What he did know is that it made him feel special and this was from someone he considered the most important person on earth.
And right there, in the crowed pub, Sherlock leaned down and kissed John on the lips, softly and lovingly. Straightening up and realising what he had just done, Sherlock Holmes actually blushed however he was still smiling.
“Er..I think some Dutch courage may be needed before I play. I’ll get us some drinks. Brandy?” Sherlock stalked to the bar and ordered two doubles of their finest Cognac. Sherlock returned to the table and handed John his drink, sitting down close to him. They talked, about the case, similar cases, related experiments and military experiences.
Finally Sherlock said “I can see my violin case over there, you had my Strad brought here. That was insightful, I can’t refuse to play now.” Sherlock nodded to the sound engineer, who returned the nod. “Looks like I’m up next.” He smiled warmly at John and walked over to the sound desk, retrieving his violin and began to tune up. He stepped up onto the small stage jacket-less and with his shirt sleeves rolled up and began to play.
The piece was haunting, sad and beautiful, the crowd slowly fell silent. Sherlock played with his eyes closed, swaying occasionally but once a little before the end, his eyes flicked up to John for moment before closing again. The piece ended, the pub applauded, Sherlock bowed and spoke into the microphone. “That piece doesn’t have a name but it was written for my only friend.”
John couldn`t believe his luck. The vision of Sherlock Holmes blushing in front of him baffled him even more than the sweet kiss the consulting detective gave him in the crowded room. John decided to sit while waiting for Sherlock to come back with the drinks. He choose his favorite table in the pub; the one in a corner, a bit dark, private and with an excellent view to the small stage where a woman was singing a song John had never heard before, but that was quite nice. Perfect.
The night went by flying, just talking, really talking. Before he knew it it was Sherlock`s turn to play. John was a bit relieved Sherlock liked the idea; to be totally honest, there was a little part of him that feared Sherlock might see the gesture corny or as a transgression into his privacy, after all, music was a dear thing to him. So the fact that he actually enjoyed the idea and loved to have his violin besides him made John`s chest a couple inches too small for his heart.
The piece Sherlock played sounded a bit familiar, probably because John was home while Sherlock composed. Seeing Sherlock with his eyes closed brought many memories back at John`s head: quite afternoons at Baker Street, even some of those moments when John thought Sherlock was gone and he imagined he could still hear him play, but those days seemed really far and almost like just a bad dream besides what he had in front of him now. It was beautiful,a gorgeous piece; even though it sounded tragic at the beginning, it went through a kind of transformation through the performance and by the end it seemed to be hope in it. Strange word to use to describe music, John thought, but the right one nonetheless.
John was standing to applaud Sherlock and welcome him back when he herd the music piece`s dedication. It was for him. John`s heart grew even more in his chest, if that was possible, and his throat went dry; he was speechless. All the replies John thought of were nothing in contrast with the beauty of Sherlock`s gesture.
Sherlock was a few steps away from him now. John wasn`t able to accurate distinguish Sherlock`s expression because the corner they were in was very dark, but that actually made things easier, darkness gave confidence. John walked to meet Sherlock before he reached the table and seated.
“That was beautiful Sherlock.” John locked his eyes with the man`s in front of him. Words can`t describe all I want to say. I love you and this`s one of the most beautiful things anyone have done for me. Just perf- did I already said I love you? “I..erm, Thank you.”
It looked like Sherlock was going to say something but John urged for contact. John put his arms on Sherlock`s back, feeling the warmth beneath the thin shirt he was wearing, so he could make him lean just enough to kiss him on the lips properly. He didn`t know if the people of the other tables were staring at them, maybe not because it was dark, but it took less than a couple of seconds for John to realize he didn`t actually care if other people looked at him; he was kissing Sherlock Holmes and sod everything else.
John didn`t mean the kiss to last that long. He only wanted to give Sherlock a sweet kiss just like the one the man gave to him when they arrived to the pub. Enough said, his tries were unsuccessful; John was really caught up in the kiss until he reminded himself he had to breathe.
“oh..ups je sorry about that.”
Sherlock`s hair was a bit messy, probably because John coulnd`t help to run his hands through it, his lips were also very red. He assumed he showed similar conditions, plus a silly smile. At least he could blame his flushed face to the few pints he had drank. “So, what do you think, one last beer sound good?”
Sherlock melted in John’s arms and for a few moments everything around them ceased to exist. John’s fingers in his hair made the kiss even more sensual and Sherlock’s heart suddenly felt to large for his chest. He sighed as John pulled away, suspecting he had a stupid grin on his face.
“Yes one more drink” He nodded. Sherlock busied himself putting away his violin while John got them another round. He had so many questions for John but was afraid to ask them. He wasn’t sure he could answer the same questions if they were returned.
He watched John walk back to the table, admiring his muscular, soldier’s frame. He had never looked at anyone like that before and his body’s reaction was swift and intense. He caught his breath and and felt his face flush, he couldn’t help brushing John’s hand as his took the drink with thanks.
“I’d like to go home quite soon…John” he said looking up as John sat down. “I want you.”
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“Don’t say anything about the boy to Lestrade, John.” Sherlock whispered, his lips brushing the shell of John’s ear. He straightened up and stalked off to talk to Lestrade, giving him some useless facts but keeping most of what he’d deduced to himself.
Sherlock returned to the family and waited till the room cleared of police. He looked pointedly at the father and said quietly “I know you set this robbery up yourself and I know why.” He glanced up the stairs and raised a hand as the father opened his mouth to speak. “I won’t say anything to the police, however you had better make sure you manage that money carefully, if you do anything to attract suspicion, I cannot protect you.” With that he stood up and swept from the room, calling out “John, time to go.”
John came down the stairs smiling and Sherlock returned the smile, placing a hand at his back as they walked down the hallway. Anderson was grinning at them just outside and made one of his usual snide comments “You two finally shagging then?”
Sherlock stopped, turned to Anderson and leaned down to speak quietly next to his ear. “Does that excite you Anderson, to think of us hot and naked, limbs entwined?” Anderson turned bright red, his eyes going wide but remained silent. Sherlock straightened up again and looked at John as they stepped away. “Don’t worry John he won’t say anything again, he was actually getting hard urgh.” He shuddered, pulling a disgusted face.
Sherlock put his arm around John’s shoulders as they walked, there were no cabs to seen in this suburban area, so Sherlock took the opportunity to just be close for a while. He hoped John was comfortable with this, he had no idea how John felt about public displays of affection. More things to find out. “Let’s have that date now.” He said “Where are we going?”
The way Sherlock handled the case surprised John. Sherlock was a man of facts and discerning the truth, and that Sherlock decided to hide all his brilliants deductions from Lestrade just for the sake of the family they were investigating was something he wasn`t quite expecting. Was in moments like these that John noticed how much Sherlock had changed since they met. Of course John had been amazed of the man since the first time he met him, but he started to fall in love with him when he saw the man the consulting detective was becoming, a great and a good man. It was baffling that he could find any kind of interest in a man like John.
John couldn`t help but to blush when he overhead a bit of what Sherlock said to Anderson, and having him so close wasn`t going to help him to recover his normal color any time soon. He wasn`t complaining of course, at all. He could feel the warmth from Sherlock`s hand in his back, even through the layers of clothing he was wearing, I could definitely get use to this. John was grinning again, it seemed like any little thing Sherlock did made John smile a silly bride, and why not would it? After all, John was another fool in love.
Sherlock looked thrilled about the date, not sweet!-there-is-a-serial-killer-in-the-loose thrilled, but enough to make John`s heart jump. He was already asking where were they headed. John had a plan for the date, sort of; he wished he`d had more time to plan things a bit better, but he found himself exited just the same.
“Let`s grab that cab first” said John, pointing at the cab that was about to pass beside them.
Once inside Sherlock asked “So..”
“It`s a surprise until we get there…or at least until you figure out the way we`re taking and guess the place I want to take you.” When John turned his head to look at Sherlock the detective was staring at him and John damned himself for doing it because now he couldn`t help but to feel a great craving of kissing those parted lips he had in front of him. But he wasn`t sure how much affectionate display Sherlock was comfortable with; usually John wasn`t very public demonstrative but apparently today his mind didn`t care much about John`s reservations. One thing was an arm around his shoulder and another a kiss on the mouth in a car in the presence a total stranger. John had to settled with having his hand near Sherlock`s thigh, without paying any attentions to the cab rider`s constant looks at them.
They didn`t say anything until they reached their destination, they got out of the cab and John payed.
“Have you deduced where we are?” John asked.
“Yes.”
“Could you expand a bit more on your answer?”
“Yes, I have.”
“Sherlock!” Who said Sherlock Holmes doesn`t have a sense of humor, uh?
“Well, I`m not extremely familiar with every bar in here, but I do know that we are in one of the most popular pub areas, so I`m guessing we`re going to a pub”
John wasn`t sure if he actually heard Sherlock`s previous excitement dissolve or it was just his imagination. Of course he knew Sherlock was not a man of pubs, he hasn`t even see Sherlock drink alcohol, not once. But John did know that Sherlock was a music lover; music seemed like a refuge for him. Sherlock could expend hours with his stradivarius and create the most sad and beautiful melodies, specially since he came back. So John decided to have his first date with Sherlock in a pub, yes, but one where they played all kind of music (luckily today was Jazz and classic) so they could enjoy of some nice food, talking and great music. A normal evening.
“Yes, kinda. It`s not a drinking and dancing bar, don`t worry”
They were already at the entrance of the bar where John met one of the waiters that worked there. “Hi, Tell Marco that Watson`s here, please.”
“Mmm..you know the owner, I didn`t know you had that kind of contacts.”
“Yes, we met in the Military. He`s a good friend, I actually talked with him earlier asking for a favor.”
John noticed that he had Sherlock`s full attention now.
“Today they`re playing Jazz and classical music and he told me there was no problem if you played too. I mean, only if you want, of course. You could play one of your own music or whatever really.” John was trailing off; to be only fair, it`s hard to fully concentrate on what to say when a pair of piercing green eyes are looking right at you. “Again, there`s no pressure, we could only listen, too…”
A huge smile slowly spread across Sherlock’s face. John wanted him to play in public, on their first date. It was the most wonderful thing anyone had ever done for him and he suspected terribly romantic, though his experience in that was very limited to say the least. What he did know is that it made him feel special and this was from someone he considered the most important person on earth.
And right there, in the crowed pub, Sherlock leaned down and kissed John on the lips, softly and lovingly. Straightening up and realising what he had just done, Sherlock Holmes actually blushed however he was still smiling.
“Er..I think some Dutch courage may be needed before I play. I’ll get us some drinks. Brandy?” Sherlock stalked to the bar and ordered two doubles of their finest Cognac. Sherlock returned to the table and handed John his drink, sitting down close to him. They talked, about the case, similar cases, related experiments and military experiences.
Finally Sherlock said “I can see my violin case over there, you had my Strad brought here. That was insightful, I can’t refuse to play now.” Sherlock nodded to the sound engineer, who returned the nod. “Looks like I’m up next.” He smiled warmly at John and walked over to the sound desk, retrieving his violin and began to tune up. He stepped up onto the small stage jacket-less and with his shirt sleeves rolled up and began to play.
The piece was haunting, sad and beautiful, the crowd slowly fell silent. Sherlock played with his eyes closed, swaying occasionally but once a little before the end, his eyes flicked up to John for moment before closing again. The piece ended, the pub applauded, Sherlock bowed and spoke into the microphone. “That piece doesn’t have a name but it was written for my only friend.”
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“I’ve never been on a date.” Sherlock looked thoughtful for a moment and then… “Yes, I’d like that” He went to the bedroom to get dressed, dropping the towel in the bathroom doorway.
Spencer Hart suit and black silk shirt, a little over dressed maybe but it will do for the meeting with Lestrade and the ..’date’ if I don’t have an opportunity to change before then. I feel a little adrift now, like my perception of the world has shifted slightly, opening up possibilities I didn’t know could be there. I find myself wishing there was way I could express to John just how much he means to me. It’s not just his patience and appreciation of me, though that’s a rare thing, it’s everything about him.
John really doesn’t seem to have any idea of his own qualities, it’s frustrating in a way that he needs them pointed out to him but then maybe his humility is one of them. John is a doctor, an army doctor, about as extreme as a doctors position can be and despite retiring he still is, always will be. I admire that.
John is not an idiot, though I tell him he is often. I suppose I say that to everyone but John really isn’t. There are times he needs a nudge in the right direction but more often than not it’s just a matter of reminding him to use his eyes. I always feel a swell of pride when he deduces correctly.
John is also physically impressive. Despite his injuries and false (but still real pain) leg injury, he can and does keep up with me when we’re running down some case. Not many people could or would. He sees himself as small and though it is true he is shorter than me, he is by no means small. What he lacks in height he more than makes for in physical presence. He has never lacked female company, they flock to him and not just for his looks, John has a very special charm.
John, John, John… I’m finding it hard to understand why he wants me now. Have we both felt this from the start, this pull. My reasons for not acting on it are simple enough. Lack of experience, emotionally distant, friendship, sociopath, bordering on asexual and I know exactly how most of the world sees me, I wonder why John is different.
I don’t say any of this, maybe I should, maybe this evening on our date. I am strangely excited and nervous about that, never been on an actual date. How are we suppose to behave? Will John want or be embarrassed by any public show of affection. A thought suddenly occurs to me, are we now a couple? John has corrected people many times on the presumption we are together.
Time to stop speculating and do some work. “John we have a stolen painting to investigate” I say clapping him on the back “Let’s go.”
The cab ride was fast and silent for the most part, Sherlock just filled him in on the important details and then started to go through his phone. John didn`t know how Sherlock did it, his head was still a mess and he couldn’t concentrate on the case. Come on John, just take a deep breath and focus! Amazingly John managed to put aside his worries and questions into a corner of his mind, he was, after all, having a date with Sherlock tonight and hopefully they would talk and..
“We`re here” Sherlock interrupted his thoughts. John only nodded and got out of the cab. They were in a nice neighborhood, not fancy, nor poor. The house was of a pale yellow and the painting was already pealing off, it has been a while since that house was showed some love. It reminded John to his childhood home.
They found Donovan beside one of the police cars that were parked outside.
“Look who is here, but if it`s the freak and his secretary. Why that grin on your face?..did someone had fun last night?” The sarcasm was palpable; nonetheless John could feel his face blushing and he could only pray any of them could notice it.
“Should I ask the same?” Sherlock went closer to Donovan and sniffed. “If I were you I`d ask Anderson to change that perfume already, it`s getting a bit old, just an advice” Sherlock gave her a pierced look and then he went inside the house. john did what he always did, he followed him.
Inside they met Lestrade that was talking with a pair of officers. “Thank God you are here.”
“Where is the painting`s space?” Lestrade pointed towards the wall he had behind him and watched Sherlock put on his latex gloves so he wouldn`t leave any trace on the owners belongings. John realized he didn`t have anything to do in there, there was no body to examine.
“erm..Sherlock, do you need me to do something?” for a moment John though Sherlock didn`t heard him but he spoke before John could repeat his question. “Talk with the family, I`ll joying you in a moment”
Greg showed John the way to the living room where the husband and wife were siting on the couch with their son between them. The boy was around 8 or 9 years old and he seemed a bit sick, a flu maybe? no, it was something else. The parents stood up form the couch and went towards John, they seemed like nice people to John, he was no Sherlock Holmes but he was usually good at doing a preliminary judgement on people.
After a short while Sherlock joined them and started talking without introducing himself. “How much do you think the painting is worth?”
The couple shared a nervous look. “mmm…I`m not sure I guess it`s about $50,000, I really don`t know. It belonged to my grand grand grandma so it has more of a sentimental value for us”
“I see, so you didn`t know your piece has a calculated value of approximately $87,000, interesting..” Lestrade was close enough to hear Sherlock`s words. ”Sherlock, we already check them out, they are clean, they don`t have any kind of criminal record, not even a car ticket”
“Sherlock, I don`t think this couple would fake a brake into their own house to rob their own painting that they could sell legally. It just doesn’t make sense”
“No, no no, please do keep up. I know you already noticed a key detail on this case” Sherlock addressed John a don`t-let-me-down look and then he glanced towards the kid that was still on the couch, but was now looking through the window staring at the rain that was pouring outside.
John went near the boy and kneeled so he could be at eye level. “Hey mate, I`m John”
“Hi, I`m Daniel” John could notice the boy was shy, but he had been always good with kids. “You know Daniel, I`m a doctor..”
“Really? I know a lot of doctors and you don`t look like one” The kid was know smiling and John knew he had his trust now
“haha, I might not look like one but I really am, boy scout word” He winked at the kid that was know smiling and John knew he had his trust, “..and I noticed you might have the flu? or something?”
“I`m actually having a good day sir, I mean doctor. I feel okay”
“You can call me John, Daniel” The boy`s mother moved beside his son and put an arm around him. “Why don`t you go and look for one of your toys so you can show it to your new friend John, ah hun”
“Do you like dinosaurs John, I have 3”
“Oh well, I would really like to meet them” Daniel went running up the stairs to his room. John looked at the mom; she kept on dancing with her look between John`s face and Sherlock`s.
“He-he has problems with his immune system since he was born. A minor cold becomes a full week of high fever and sleepless night at the hospital..we just” She wasn`t looking at them anymore and his husband was spreading his arms around her so her sobbing was drowned on his shoulder.
John couldn`t help to feel a bit out of place, like he didn`t belong there, he wasn`t suppose to be part of that moment. He hadn`t noticed but Sherlock was next to him, John stood up and Sherlock spoke to his ear, he was so close he could feel his breath on his neck. “They are not going to sell it, they want the insurance payment. There must be an agreement over the painting so it can`t be sold or it`s just kept, as he said, by sentimentalism, it`s a very important piece of art for the family.” John had his hand around Sherlock`s hips in a very suspicious way, he put it away right at that moment before anybody could notice or his face blushed. It was incredible how fast he had got used to be intimate with that man. It was still intoxicating to have him that near, but he wanted Sherlock close all the time.
“Don’t say anything about the boy to Lestrade, John.” Sherlock whispered, his lips brushing the shell of John’s ear. He straightened up and stalked off to talk to Lestrade, giving him some useless facts but keeping most of what he’d deduced to himself.
Sherlock returned to the family and waited till the room cleared of police. He looked pointedly at the father and said quietly “I know you set this robbery up yourself and I know why.” He glanced up the stairs and raised a hand as the father opened his mouth to speak. “I won’t say anything to the police, however you had better make sure you manage that money carefully, if you do anything to attract suspicion, I cannot protect you.” With that he stood up and swept from the room, calling out “John, time to go.”
John came down the stairs smiling and Sherlock returned the smile, placing a hand at his back as they walked down the hallway. Anderson was grinning at them just outside and made one of his usual snide comments “You two finally shagging then?”
Sherlock stopped, turned to Anderson and leaned down to speak quietly next to his ear. “Does that excite you Anderson, to think of us hot and naked, limbs entwined?” Anderson turned bright red, his eyes going wide but remained silent. Sherlock straightened up again and looked at John as they stepped away. “Don’t worry John he won’t say anything again, he was actually getting hard urgh.” He shuddered, pulling a disgusted face.
Sherlock put his arm around John’s shoulders as they walked, there were no cabs to seen in this suburban area, so Sherlock took the opportunity to just be close for a while. He hoped John was comfortable with this, he had no idea how John felt about public displays of affection. More things to find out. “Let’s have that date now.” He said “Where are we going?”
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At those words Sherlock sits up, encircling John in his arms, holding him in his lap and buries his face into John’s neck. He can feel the head of his cock pressing into that tight knot of muscle. He moves his fingers there, gently probing, opening John up little by little. He groans wantonly and lifts his hips, sliding into that tight space, slowly, carefully.
Sherlock is undone, there is nothing in his head now except this. He pumps his hips slowly, moaning softly against John’s neck. His hands now holding John’s hips, he thrust a little harder, deeper, leaning back to look at John’s face. Sherlock paused a moment, the better to feel the gooseflesh washing like a hot wind over his skin. And then he started moving again with a grunt as he pushed in hard and deep.
And then Sherlock slowed everything down again, taking in every detail, savouring the sounds coming from John, the expression on his face and the flush over his skin. The good doctor keened softly and Sherlock responded by shoving his cock into John so hard he lifted his hips clean off the bed.
Sherlock dropped back, resting on his elbows, gasping, mouth open, eyes heavy lidded. He reached out and wrapped the long fingers of one hand around John’s very erect cock and squeezed gently, starting to stroke. He wished it was physically possible to wrap his lips around it whist still in this position but settled for thrusting up hard again and bringing his hand down the shaft at the same time.
He could feel the tipping point getting close, he looked at John and nodded, making sure John was near too. He thrust up hard one more time and squeezed harder, feeling John tense and the hot heavy flesh in hand twitch. John was close but sherlock was even closer.
He bared his teeth, his open mouth slack with pleasure and at the same time taut with the intensity of that pleasure, the curve of the long neck, the dark snarl of curls plastered to the pale sheets, and the eyes, those light eyes that struggled to stay open but which closed tight as the orgasm took him. Undone.
He pulsed into John and felt the contraction in the muscles as John tipped over the edge too, his come hot and thick over Sherlock’s stomach. They were both frozen in the waves of orgasm for a moment, gripping each other and riding it out, shaking and groaning. Sherlock raised himself as the last waves pulsed through him, wrapping arms around John again and whispering brokenly into his ear. “I..I love..you J…John”.
If anyone had told John that someday he`ll have in front of him a vision of Sherlock thirsting for him so hard he would have though the man was crazy, I`m not that lucky.
Oh, but yes I am, right now I`m the luckiest person in the whole world.
The sensation of having another person inside him was strange, at least at first, he knew he would feel the consequences in a couple of hours, maybe I`ll just avoid sitting for a while. But soon enough it became pleasant, John could notice that Sherlock was trying to go slow at the beginning, like expecting John to say that it was enough..but of course he wouldn`t, the thought of having Sherlock inside was intoxicating, Sherlock was in a way taking care of everything and giving John so much pleasure while doing it. The man was stroking John`s cock the way he usually does it to himself, God…he…learns…(oh, fuck, that feels good)…pretty….fast, we are definitely doing this again…a lot. John`s orgasm washed away almost all his strength, he tried to see Sherlock, he looks just bloody breathtaking and he can`t deny that that vision it`s a major reason for John to take so little time in reaching climax; but he`s shaking and can barely remind himself to breath, much less to open his eyes.
Sherlock just said, for the second time, that he loved John, that was the tipping point, suddenly John didn`t have any strength left to hold himself up so he lay down on Sherlock, he didn`t care they were going to be sticky because of John`s come on Sherlock`s stomach..they could clean it later. Right now John just wanted to be near Sherlock, his head was on the man`s chest and he could feel the fast heartbeat becoming steadier, he knew his heart had a long way before steady itself too; Sherlock`s I love you was still echoing inside John.
John lifted his head a bit so his chin would be resting on Sherlock`s chest and he could have a perfect view of his flatmate`s face that was now tilting his head to see John. God, those eyes that looked green with a dash of gray, but that could change to blue at any moment were staring at him. wow, this man is a mystery in every way possible….Sherlock`s hair was sticked to his forehead because of the sweat, John lifted his hand to take the hair out of his face, setting a couple of curls free to bounce in front of his eyes, his face was flushed, like most of his chest but John couldn`t recall a moment in which he thought Sherlock looked more beautiful than this, his Sherlock.
“I love you..too” His voice was steady enough, even though it had a bit of husky sound still. John didn`t wait for any kind of replay, he kissed Sherlock`s chest tenderly and then he rested his head there again. He could feel the waves of adrenaline going away, he didn`t feel tired but he didn`t want to move either, their bodies were resting alongside and John couldn`t stop thinking that he could lay there for the rest of his life and be utterly happy. He wondered what was Sherlock thinking right now, John was really tempted to ask, but he was afraid that he would ruin the moment..he didn`t needed to, Sherlock`s phone started beeping, both of them ignored it, but then John`s cellphone started to beep announcing that someone was calling him; giving the fact that someone was trying to reach both of them it leaded to two options, Mycroft or Lestrade, but Mycroft usually texted, just texted, so most likely it was Lestrade the one that was trying to contact them, Bloody perfect timing Greg. John knew Sherlock had reached to that conclusion ages ago, but had decided to say nothing…maybe waiting for a reaction from him? or he just doesn`t want to move?
They stayed like that for almost 10 minutes, neither of them move and the music of John`s cellphone was becoming the perfect background to take a nice nap, but a grunt coming from Sherlock woke up John. He looked at Sherlock and he knew the man was in a kind of dilemma, he wouldn`t want to disturb John…..much, but he was a consulting detective, always complaining he was bored without any crimes to solve, of course he would have been interested on a case! John kissed Sherlock`s collarbone and then looked at him with a grin on his face. “I guess I better take a quick shower….I don`t think I look presentable enough to meet anybody, let`s not talk about the yard-I`d recommend the same for you”
Sherlock it`s just staring at him and now John really wished he could read what went through that man`s head.
He takes a very quick shower and when he gets out of the bath he sees Sherlock standing at the door frame, he goes near John and stamp a kiss on his lips, John can`t help to want a bit more, even though he knows they should go pretty soon he leans looking for another kiss. “I`m afraid I will get you a bit dirty” Sherlock said, pointing at his stomach, and kissed John again, but very softly.
While Sherlock took his bath, John tried to put some order to all the thoughts that were now a mess inside his head. Do this means be have a…mmmm relationship? ….are we exclusive? oh, god yes please…how is this going to work? oh John! you bloody wanker…where did you get yourself into??
Sherlock came out of the bath with just a towel while explaining the information Lestrade had given him. ”..so this couple was robbed, this painting they had, apparently it`s worth some money, the family it`s not wealthy, but they got the painting as a legacy of one of their past relatives, I don`t know which one, nor I think it matters…The thief seems to have entered through a window, but he could`t have left through the same window to scape according to Lestrade because it`s too small and there is not sing of any other broken door or window…”
“Okay, you can finish filling me in on our way to the scene, erm, Sherlock, would you like to go out tonight?” John could fill his face going read and his hands starting to sweat a bit.
Sherlock stood still for just a second. “or we could stay home, we are actually going out right now John so..”
“I know I know, I meant..like in a mmm, in a, sort of a date” Jesus, this guy makes it harder than already it`s! John couldn`t help to smile a bit whit the thought, nothing it`s normal or ordinary in that man; the total opposite that John was, because he was aware he was just an average man, and the reasons why Sherlock was in any way interested in him were as a mystery as the whereabouts of Limber`s son. John hoped Sherlock couldn`t notice the little insecurity crisis he was having right now, just waiting for an answer.
“I’ve never been on a date.” Sherlock looked thoughtful for a moment and then… “Yes, I’d like that” He went to the bedroom to get dressed, dropping the towel in the bathroom doorway.
Spencer Hart suit and black silk shirt, a little over dressed maybe but it will do for the meeting with Lestrade and the ..’date’ if I don’t have an opportunity to change before then. I feel a little adrift now, like my perception of the world has shifted slightly, opening up possibilities I didn’t know could be there. I find myself wishing there was way I could express to John just how much he means to me. It’s not just his patience and appreciation of me, though that’s a rare thing, it’s everything about him.
John really doesn’t seem to have any idea of his own qualities, it’s frustrating in a way that he needs them pointed out to him but then maybe his humility is one of them. John is a doctor, an army doctor, about as extreme as a doctors position can be and despite retiring he still is, always will be. I admire that.
John is not an idiot, though I tell him he is often. I suppose I say that to everyone but John really isn’t. There are times he needs a nudge in the right direction but more often than not it’s just a matter of reminding him to use his eyes. I always feel a swell of pride when he deduces correctly.
John is also physically impressive. Despite his injuries and false (but still real pain) leg injury, he can and does keep up with me when we’re running down some case. Not many people could or would. He sees himself as small and though it is true he is shorter than me, he is by no means small. What he lacks in height he more than makes for in physical presence. He has never lacked female company, they flock to him and not just for his looks, John has a very special charm.
John, John, John… I’m finding it hard to understand why he wants me now. Have we both felt this from the start, this pull. My reasons for not acting on it are simple enough. Lack of experience, emotionally distant, friendship, sociopath, bordering on asexual and I know exactly how most of the world sees me, I wonder why John is different.
I don’t say any of this, maybe I should, maybe this evening on our date. I am strangely excited and nervous about that, never been on an actual date. How are we suppose to behave? Will John want or be embarrassed by any public show of affection. A thought suddenly occurs to me, are we now a couple? John has corrected people many times on the presumption we are together.
Time to stop speculating and do some work. “John we have a stolen painting to investigate” I say clapping him on the back “Let’s go.”
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Sherlock smiled at John, trying not to laugh at his awkwardness over what they were discussing. Even in this vulnerable state John was still all man.
I can see him fighting an internal battle here, wants to tell me things but doesn’t know how. I know that feeling all too well, especially now. I suppose I’m not making it any easier nibbling his neck like this.
Hang on, what did he just say?…
And then he’s pushing me down and kissing me, oh god, tight sensation in chest again. I can feel he is getting hard again and that just intensifies that tight feeling, it’s spreading moving downwards, working on the same area of me. His tongue moves against my own, making me want more. God this wanting, never wanted like this, never felt a need like this. Just can’t get enough of Doctor John Watson, or is it Captain John Watson…oh god…
My hands move up to his cheeks, fingers in his hair, mouth wide and moving against his. How did we get here? Why didn’t this happen before? I’m so ready to go again, even so soon after just climaxing and judging by that hardness pressed into my hip, so is he.
I wonder if he will indulge me my kinks? I know he’s worked out one, go on John, tug my hair, make it hurt, just enough.
I tilt my head back exposing more skin of my neck as he starts to kiss down it. Bite it John, bite me. I’m willing him, not quite ready to say it.
John was ready to go again. God, I feel like a teenager….hard again, and so fast! Sherlock is tilting his head back and John can`t refuse the invitation to kiss and nib it. He can see that Sherlock enjoys it, so he tries to go a little further; just testing the waters to see which were the limits, but Sherlock is not complaining, he actually looks like he wants more…he might not be saying anything specifically, but the moans that comes from that man mouth are enough to make John feel reassure and keep on doing it.
John is not sure how much experience Sherlock has, but if there is anything certain right now, it`s that he wants Sherlock inside him, and now seems like the perfect moment to suggest it.
John seats back to grab the lub and then he lift his hips to put some of it on himself. He stares at Sherlock for a moment without really knowing what he`s looking for, approval? complicity?
“I will need some too” Sherlocks says, with a pierce look that leaves John breathless.
“No problem” John has a big grin in his face and his eyes sparkle with electricity because of the anticipation of what it`s coming.
He starts kissing Sherlock`s hip bone and then John goes lower and lower, Sherlock skin is even whiter in this area and it`s so soft the lighter nib John does leaves a mark, and he`s not sure why but he likes the idea of leaving a mark on Sherlock. With lub on his hands John stars stroking Sherlock`s cock, but light enough not to make him come yet; both of them are very hard and John knows they wont last much if they touch each other too much just yet, but it`s so hard to help it, John can`t stop having some kind of contact with Sherlock so he kisses his chest stoping on the man`s nipples and then he puts himself just on top of Sherlock`s hips.
John is almost shaking, he has so many feelings tangled inside he can`t make much of them, but he knows he wants Sherlock and he wants him now! Hewidens his hips as much as he can and position himself, both erections laying alongside each other.
“I..I`m ready..” His voice comes out husky.
Sherlock hesitates for a moment, it`s the first time he looks in a bit of a lost about their sexual encounter. So I guess he`s a bit inexperienced on this too.
John doesn`t want Sherlock to feel under pressure so he lowers his head “I trust you, you know that, right? ” his voice is barely louder than a whisper, but he is speaking right into Sherlock`s ear so he`s sure he understand them. “I trust you….” a bit of kissing down the neck “..I love you” a bit of nibbling too.
At those words Sherlock sits up, encircling John in his arms, holding him in his lap and buries his face into John’s neck. He can feel the head of his cock pressing into that tight knot of muscle. He moves his fingers there, gently probing, opening John up little by little. He groans wantonly and lifts his hips, sliding into that tight space, slowly, carefully.
Sherlock is undone, there is nothing in his head now except this. He pumps his hips slowly, moaning softly against John’s neck. His hands now holding John’s hips, he thrust a little harder, deeper, leaning back to look at John’s face. Sherlock paused a moment, the better to feel the gooseflesh washing like a hot wind over his skin. And then he started moving again with a grunt as he pushed in hard and deep.
And then Sherlock slowed everything down again, taking in every detail, savouring the sounds coming from John, the expression on his face and the flush over his skin. The good doctor keened softly and Sherlock responded by shoving his cock into John so hard he lifted his hips clean off the bed.
Sherlock dropped back, resting on his elbows, gasping, mouth open, eyes heavy lidded. He reached out and wrapped the long fingers of one hand around John’s very erect cock and squeezed gently, starting to stroke. He wished it was physically possible to wrap his lips around it whist still in this position but settled for thrusting up hard again and bringing his hand down the shaft at the same time.
He could feel the tipping point getting close, he looked at John and nodded, making sure John was near too. He thrust up hard one more time and squeezed harder, feeling John tense and the hot heavy flesh in hand twitch. John was close but sherlock was even closer.
He bared his teeth, his open mouth slack with pleasure and at the same time taut with the intensity of that pleasure, the curve of the long neck, the dark snarl of curls plastered to the pale sheets, and the eyes, those light eyes that struggled to stay open but which closed tight as the orgasm took him. Undone.
He pulsed into John and felt the contraction in the muscles as John tipped over the edge too, his come hot and thick over Sherlock’s stomach. They were both frozen in the waves of orgasm for a moment, gripping each other and riding it out, shaking and groaning. Sherlock raised himself as the last waves pulsed through him, wrapping arms around John again and whispering brokenly into his ear. “I..I love..you J…John”.