"John?"
"Yes, Sherlock?"
"I'm bored."
John sighed. "You're always bored without a case."
Sherlock twitched. "Get me one!" he demanded.
A vein in John's forehead pulsed. "Sherlock, one of these days, I'm just going to shag you to get you to shut up."
Sherlock sounded amused. "What are you saying John?"
John sighed again. "I'm saying, if you tell me you're bored one more time, I will do something drastic, like fuck your brains out just to silence you."
John could hear the smirk in Sherlock's voice from across the room. "Fine. I'm. Bored."
That was the last straw. John got up and crossed the room, then pushed Sherlock onto the couch and pinned his arms above his head.
"John- what are you…"
"I told you I'd do this, Sherlock."
He looked surprised. "I can't say I believed you."
John pressed his lips to Sherlock's neck softly.
Goosebumps began to appear on Sherlock's skin. "John…"
"Have you ever been kissed, Sherlock?" John whispered in Sherlock's ear, trying his best to sound seductive.
"Of course I have." He retorted impatiently. "My mum used to and my dad-"
John cut him off. "That doesn't count. Anyone in your family doesn't count."
"Oh. Then no, I can't say I have."
John smiled down at Sherlock, then leaned down and kissed him very softly on the lips. After a moment, Sherlock kissed back. John gently pulled away, smiling slightly at his flatmate.
"That's a kiss, Sherlock."
Sherlock blushed slightly and looked away. "I know what a kiss is. I've seen many people do it."
John covered Sherlock's mouth with his palm. "Seeing it is different that experiencing it." Sherlock rolled his eyes.
John leaned down and sucked on Sherlock's neck, quickly finding the most sensitive spot on his neck. Sherlock's moans were muffled by John's hand. John grinned, removing his hand from Sherlock's mouth, and continued to suck on his neck.
"John- Oh John, that feels good. Consider me not bored."
John wasn't having any of that. "Not done yet, Sherlock," he said, making sure he left a small hickey on Sherlock's neck.
"What do you mean?" Sherlock asked, miffed.
John grinned, unbuttoning what fans had dubbed the purple shirt of sex.
"I hardly see what taking my shirt off will achieve." Sherlock said, sounding slightly irritated. Then John started to suck on one of Sherlock's nipples. "Oh. Now I see. That—oh, that feels nice." John smirked at that, and flicked his tongue over the soft bud before tugging on it gently with his teeth.
Sherlock arched into John, his breathing getting fast. John smirked again, and switched to the other nipple. This one was more sensitive, it turned out, because Sherlock reacted more dramatically to this one.
"John—oh, you're amazing!" Sherlock moaned, the back of one hand pressed to his forehead, his head turned slightly to the side, his eyes closed tightly in pleasure. John grinned, and pressed his own toned stomach down against Sherlock's bulging groin. The feeling of John against him made him harder.
John kissed down Sherlock's stomach, and Sherlock squirmed under John. "Are you okay?" John asked, an undertone of anxiety seeping into his words. He would stop if Sherlock asked, and John realized that Sherlock might want him to stop.
"Yes," Sherlock breathed. "Of course I am. Why wouldn't I be?"
"Well, I am kind of forcing myself on you." John's expression became frightened. His hands began to tremble on Sherlock's sides.
"No," Sherlock corrected him. "I want this. The more important question, here, is: are you okay?"
John nodded shakily. "I just… don't want to rape you." The last two words of that sentence came out as terrified squeaks.
Sherlock's eyes widened. "That's not what this is! No, John no this isn't a rape. I knew you were serious when you said you'd shag me if I said 'I'm bored' one more time."
John looked up at him. "You're sure?"
"I've never been so sure about anything. And I'm sure about everything."
John smiled nervously and kissed his flatmate softly. "Okay," he whispered.
Sherlock pulled John close and kissed him. John's hands brushed over Sherlock's trousers as they kissed, easily undoing the button and zip. Sherlock helped John pull his trousers down, and then his long thin fingers went to work on John's trousers. John struggled out of his own trousers and pants, tossing them to the floor. He had an average erection, but for such a small man it looked rather large.
John ducked his head, burying it in Sherlock's thighs. Sherlock smiled, then felt something warm and wet dab at his sack. "Mmh, John, that feels so good…"
John pulled Sherlock's pants down and off of him, looking in amazement at Sherlock's erection. Sherlock smirked at John. "Do you like it?"
John nodded, unable to speak. He slowly leaned down, teasing Sherlock with his lustful expression.
Sherlock groaned. "John, I want you so bad…" His gaze was focused on John's prick. John grinned at him, and then slowly licked Sherlock's weeping erection.
"Sherlock," he whispered. "Tell me what you want me to do to you."
"I-I want you."
John smirked. "You want me to do what, Sherlock?"
Sherlock groaned desperately. "I want you to fuck me, John!"
John nodded. "Yes, sir." He lifted Sherlock's legs over his shoulders gently. "Sherlock… This is going to hurt you." He reached into the desk drawer for lube.
"I don't care," Sherlock said, his lip jutting out stubbornly. He watched John slick his fingers with lube.
"Tell me if it hurts too much, Sherlock. I'll stop." He slowly pushed one finger into Sherlock, being as gentle as he could. Sherlock winced and pulled back a bit, at which John apologized profusely, but he relaxed into John after a few minutes.
"Don't apologise. It feels good," He said, taking John's finger in. Once Sherlock got used to him, John wiggled his finger around inside Sherlock, pushing another finger in after a few more minutes. He pushed his fingers in deeper, pressing them against Sherlock's prostate.
Sherlock moaned loudly. "Oh, John, don't stop…" But John pulled his fingers out. Sherlock groaned. "John…"
John came up and kissed Sherlock, then nipped his earlobe gently. Sherlock moaned. "John—John, I want you inside me, John, please!"
John grinned. Please? Sherlock had said please. He must really want this. He pressed the tip of his prick against Sherlock's entrance.
"Yes, do it, John!" Sherlock moaned, grabbing onto John's shoulders, his nails digging in. "I want to feel you in me."
John did as he was told, slowly and gently pushing himself inside Sherlock. John couldn't hold back a moan. This was one of his favourite parts. Feeling the tightness as he penetrated. It felt fantastic. His head tipped back and his eyes closed, mouth open slightly in a silent moan.
He felt Sherlock tense underneath him, and stopped moving. "Sherlock?"
"A moment, John. I just need a moment."
John nodded. He knew this must be painful. Then Sherlock scraped his nails down John's back. White flashed before John's eyes, and he felt his hips jerk forward. Sherlock moaned. "Yes… That's it…" He smirked up at John, no trace of pain in his eyes. "You liked that, John?"
John nodded, lust rushing through his veins. The feeling he must have been clear in his expression, because something changed in Sherlock. His eyes became hazed and lusty, and he reached down for his own cock.
John smirked. "Ah-ah-ah," John said, smacking Sherlock's hand away. "No touching."
Sherlock groaned. "I need to touch it, John…" John thrust into him once in response. Sherlock gasped and moaned. "Oh, John!"
That did John in. He had to move. He had to. He began to thrust repeatedly, his speed and force slowly increasing. Sherlock's moans hit him hard, sending shivers down his spine and right to his cock. "Oh yes! Like that- don't stop. John, let me touch it, please!"
John moaned into Sherlock's thigh. He nodded. "Okay, Sherlock. Okay." He was getting breathless. This felt so good. He picked up the pace, slamming his prick into his flatmate.
As Sherlock grabbed at his cock, John slammed into him at just the right angle. Sherlock cried out as John hit his prostate. "Yes! John, right there, right—oh—John!"
John kept thrusting at that angle, trying so hard to hit that spot inside Sherlock again and again. The way Sherlock's inner muscles clenched around him each time he hit it was spectacular…
John was vaguely aware of Sherlock moaning and speaking. "Oh god, that feels so good—John! I've never felt so—ah!"
John watched as Sherlock started to rub himself, and John picked up the pace again. He had found a way to keep himself at the right angle to hit Sherlock's prostate every time, and he was now hitting it quicker than he had thought he could move.
John moaned loudly. "Sherlock— I-I'm so close!"
Sherlock moaned loudly. "John! Cum inside me! I want you to." Sherlock's hand picked up speed on his prick, rubbing himself in time with John's thrusts.
John moaned loudly in Sherlock's ear, screaming his name as he came. "Sherlock!" John came inside Sherlock, his hips bucking roughly against Sherlock's ass. His back arched, his head flying back and his eyes closing tightly as his mouth opens wide in a screaming moan. He held onto Sherlock's hips to ride out his orgasm.
Sherlock screamed a moan. "Yes! That's it, John!" Sherlock felt his ass fill with John. He felt John's prick releasing. It almost tipped him over the edge. Sherlock rocked his hips against John's as John came.
Sherlock was so close, but he wasn't there yet. He kept rubbing, then his hand was joined by John's lube-slicked fingers.
"Oh John… So close..." John grinned and moved up to suck on Sherlock's nipples again, his hand still moving over Sherlock's prick.
"John!" Sherlock screamed, cumming into John's hand. John moaned into Sherlock's chest as he felt Sherlock's inner muscles clench around his softened penis.
Sherlock pulled John into a deep kiss. "John. You're so good to me."
John kissed him back, sweating heavily. "No, Sherlock. You're good to me."
Sherlock rolled his eyes and moved his lips to John's neck, sucking softly, pulling a tortured moan from John's lips.
John's back arched, his softened dick slipping out of Sherlock. Sherlock moaned at the sensation of John leaving his body.
John smiled down at Sherlock. "Look, Sherlock. I'm above you. Taller."
Sherlock chuckled. "Yes you are. For once." He smirked. "We've made a mess."
John shrugged. "It's our flat."
"We should do this more," said Sherlock, smiling. "That was amazing."
"I agree." He kissed Sherlock's cheek. "Come clean up with me?"
"Gladly." Sherlock nodded, kissing John.
John kissed him back. "Daily shags," he chuckled.
"I could do with a daily shag," Sherlock grinned. "But you know, we could avoid a mess of we fuck in the shower."
John laughed. "You want to go shower, then?"
"Oh, god yes. With you."
John smirked. "Sounds amazing to me." He climbed off Sherlock, but his legs weren't having any of it. He stumbled and swayed, tumbling back onto the couch.
Sherlock wrapped arms around him. "You alright?"
John smiled, embarrassed. "Yeah. My legs are just a bit wobbly. I get that after a damn good shag."
Sherlock laughed. "I suppose I'm a damn good shag, then."
John grinned. "Definitely a damn good shag."
Sherlock smirked. "Best I've had."
John's grin widened. "Want another one?"
AN: FIRST SHERLOCK FIC 3 R+R please! :) CH2 coming soon!
