Bored- Are You Still Bored?
It had been two days since the marriage and Sherlock was already beginning to go stir crazy. John never believed that only two days without a case would drive them both insane. They had been occupied, yes, and were constantly under the sheets for most of the time, but in the hiatus between having each other Sherlock made remarks about him being 'bored' and how everything (excluding the fucking, hopefully) was 'dull'. And John simply couldn't have that.
The proposal wasn't dramatic or very sensational, but coming from Sherlock, who had regularly made it known that he wasn't one to show any form of sentiment and had made it absolutely clear that he detested things of that nature, made it all the more cherished by John. He hadn't even gotten on one knee. It was a question that he asked one day, not even his attention fully focused on it. He had been lying on the couch, one arm draped over his head, and his legs crossed at the ankles and his eyes focused on the ceiling above him. John was busy typing on his blog about a recent case involving a maid, a mistress, and a rabid dog and didn't notice how silent Sherlock was being until he had finished typing.
"Sherlock?" He had asked. "You all right? You've been quiet for some time now…"
"Do you want to get married, John?" The detective asked, more as a statement than a question though.
John almost choked on the air he was breathing, but managed a strangled, "What?"
Sherlock turned his head towards his boyfriend, one eyebrow raised in slight concern, his eyes half-closed. "I asked if you wanted to get married, John. Didn't you hear me?"
The doctor swallowed and said, "Well…. Why now? And… what? Sherlock, I- I uh… Jesus let me think. That's so sudden. Give me a little bit, okay?"
"Why, John? It is a yes or no question. Either you want to marry me or you don't. It's that simple." He said with and incredulous look.
John, struck with the bluntness of the man's tone and question, merely nodded in reply, not really sure of what he was doing.
Sherlock, on the other hand, smiled brightly when John gave the affirmative for his answer. "Wonderful. It's next weekend at the church closest to here. I'd rather not have to get married at that one, but it is the cheapest and-"
"Wait, you already made the- the wedding date?!" John almost yelled. Almost. He wasn't angry, just excited and… happy.
"Yes, John. I knew you'd say yes. I'm Sherlock Holmes, God's sake. You should know my methods better than that." Sherlock said with a sly smile.
It was contagious because a moment later John was smiling along with him and they carried on like everything was normal. Like they hadn't just gotten engaged. Like they had been married for eternity already.
And now, a couple days after the wedding- their honeymoon-, Sherlock was getting sick of staying in the same place for so long. They were still in London, but they were having their honeymoon in an expensive and elegant hotel paid for by the secretly supportive Mycroft Holmes. It took John a little while to come to terms with the fact that Mycroft was now his brother in law, but he eventually got over it, not letting the marriage change the relationship, or lack thereof, between him and the 'Ice Man'. Some 'Ice Man'. He didn't want to tell Sherlock the hotel and all its extra activities and food was paid for by his brother, though he figured he already knew.
But, nonetheless, Sherlock was bored and John had a plan. A very erotic and sex-filled plan.
"Sherlock." John said with a playful tone in his voice.
He opened his eyes and looked up from the bed he was lying on to see John leaning his hands on the edge of the bed and a smile stretching across his face.
"…Yes?" he replied after a brief hesitation.
"You said you were bored, correct?" John asked, smiling even wider when Sherlock's expression faltered.
"…Yes…" He said cautiously.
John quietly huffed a laugh and leaned down slowly and pressed a firm kiss to Sherlock's lips. The dark-haired man made a muffled sound of surprise, tensing at the sudden contact, but soon relaxed into the kiss, sighing lightly as he did so. Seconds later John pulled back, slightly breathless, and stared at the detective, whose eyes were still closed and whose cheeks and a pink tint to them.
"Still bored?" John asked once the man's eyes were open.
"… Maybe… What else..." he swallowed and continued in a somewhat shaky voice, "What else have you got for me?"
John smirked and crawled onto the bed on top of Sherlock, deliberately slow, and straddled his hips with his own. He could feel the man's member slightly hard through his both of their boxers, which, was the only other thing they were wearing besides a shirt, and rolled his hips down eliciting a soft moan from the man underneath him.
"Like that?" John asked breathlessly.
Sherlock only grunted a reply, his eyes closed again and his mouth slightly open making small sighs of pleasure as John continued to rock his hips back and forth and up and down on the sleuth. He could feel his own member begin to throb with the beginnings of an erection. John kept up rubbing himself against Sherlock until he felt that the man was beginning to get bored with the action. John swung his leg off of the taller man and brought his hands to his boxers. He slowly dragged the material off the man's waist and his mouth watered when Sherlock's erection sprung free from its earlier restriction. For the millionth time John was so struck by Sherlock's beauty, him lying in front of him completely naked and coming undone, which was brought on by John. John did this to him and he was so fucking proud of himself. He didn't notice he was staring until Sherlock leaned up and touched his arm lightly. This gave John the signal that the man was ready for whatever he was going to give him. John smiled and lowered his head towards Sherlock's now-hard member.
"John you don't…. have to…" Sherlock said tightly. He wanted this and John knew it, but the man was only trying to make sure that he wasn't forcing anything on the doctor.
"It's fine, Sherlock." The dark-haired man shivered a bit when he said his name. His voice filled with lust, John said, "I want to."
Sherlock swallowed and closed his eyes, preparing himself for the unbearable pleasure. John took his time leaning his head down to Sherlock's erection and just when the man opened his eyes, the shorter man had his lips on the sensitive head. Sherlock gasped and his cock twitched a bit. The sandy-haired man smiled on the tip of his cock and proceeded to slowly, painstakingly slow, engulf the man's erection fully in his mouth. The dark-haired man writhed under John's sensual touch and moaned as he began to pull his mouth back up the shaft, sucking hard the whole way.
John could feel his own member hard now and was victim to Sherlock's sounds of pleasure as he started bobbing his head up and down Sherlock's fully hardened member. He could feel the heat of the man's blood pumping fast through the veins on his cock and licked them past the bulk of his manhood. The heat between them was intense, almost unbearable, and he could tell Sherlock was getting close to his end quickly. He was moaning, tossing his head back and forth on the pillow, and slightly bucking his hips up to meet John's mouth when he bobbed his head down. He could feel the man's cock tightening and he was moaning louder, trying to form tangible words through the onslaught of pleasure.
"Ah…. John… John!" Sherlock panted. "I- I can't- please! I need- please!"
John hummed a question past the man's cock and almost threw Sherlock over the edge.
"Please, John!" Sherlock said looking up at him, their eyes meeting for a moment before his head fell back down on the cushion of pillows. John decided to stop torturing the man and braced his hands against the his hips to keep Sherlock from bucking his hips and began bobbing his head faster on the man, making him yell out in ecstasy.
"John!" He yelled. The doctor forced himself to take in all of the man as he climaxed, warm seed hitting the back of his throat. He gagged a bit on the length of his lover as Sherlock pushed his hips up, trying to get more of himself in John's mouth. When he was finished, John pulled his mouth off of the man and looked directly at him as he swallowed all he was given. Sherlock swallowed as well, looking a bit intimidated by John's actions.
"… Um… Uh thank you, I… guess. Where did that all come from anyways?" He asked past the shake in his voice.
"You said you were bored. So I helped, hopefully, to give you a distraction." John said with a tight smile. He was still hard and he desperately needed release. Perhaps he could take care of it once he and Sherlock were finished talking…
John, coming back to earth, noticed that Sherlock was now leaning on his hands and was smiling wickedly at John. "What?" He asked.
"You're still hard." Sherlock said with his smile stretching even further across his face. "Let's take care of that, shall we?"