WARNING: IF YOU DO NOT LIKE GAY SEX DO NOT READ. It will ruin your mind ;)
"I don't see the point of all of this, John"
"Sherlock, you have to learn Anatomy or else you can't graduate!"
Sherlock huffed loudly and flopped on his bed. Sherlock and John had been roommates for all four years at their boarding school. People insisted they were together despite John's insistent cries of not being gay. Well, turns out he was… for Sherlock at least. He refused to tell Sherlock though. After all he was 'married to his studies' or some shit like that.
"We can start easy. Here, why don't we practice on each other?"
Sherlock raised an eyebrow. "You know what I mean. The teacher gave us sticky note flash cards, and we can stick them on each other so we have a visual of where the different regions are."
Sherlock stood rather reluctantly and John picked up the sticky notes from his desk.
"Can you stand in anatomical position?"
Sherlock tilted his head and asked, "what's anatomical position?"
"Sherlock… you know the whole periodic table by heart, you could kill someone with one finger touch, yet you don't know what anatomical position is?"
"No, nor do I care."
John rolled his eyes and moved his hands, palms facing up. He detached the first sticky note and placed it on Sherlock's forehead. Sherlock went slightly cross-eyed trying to see it, making John smile at his silliness.
"Frontal."
He took the next sticky note and placed it on his shoulder. "Deltoid."
"I still don't see the point of this."
"If you let me get through this, maybe you will."
"Fine."
John picked up the next one. "Sternal." He placed the note in the center of Sherlock's chest and felt him shiver slightly. He looked up into Sherlock's eyes and saw them dilate. They stared in each other's eyes, the tension sparking. John broke the tension by looking down and picking up the next post-it.
"Abdominal," he whispered standing closer to Sherlock and placed the post-it on his stomach.
"Tarsal," he said kneeling down and looking up at Sherlock as he placed the note on his ankle. Sherlock's breathing caught as he stared down at John kneeling before him. John stood up and picked the next note.
"Carpal," he held Sherlock's wrist for a moment before placing the note on it. He hesitated before letting it drop down back into anatomical position.
"Axillary," John smiled at this. He lifted Sherlock's arm and tickled him. Sherlock flinched away and chuckled deeply. John placed the note on his armpit before leaning back, still smiling to read the next note.
"Orbital," he said placing the note on one of his eyes before giggling (it was a MANLY giggle!) "Now you really look like a pirate!"
Sherlock chuckled again with his sideways smile that made John weak at the knees.
"Nasal," he said placing the note on his nose. Sherlock stared intently at John not looking at the note. Once the note was placed John looked up and saw Sherlock staring intensely at him, he blushed and looked away.
"Buccal," and placed his hand with the note on Sherlock's cheek letting it linger there for an extra second before moving it down his jaw and letting his thumb linger on Sherlock's cupid's bow before whispering, "Oral," and going in for the kill.
Their lips met and Sherlock groaned from the contact. He wrapped his hands around John ignoring the post-its that periodically fell off. Sherlock broke the kiss for a moment and murmured, "Lumbar," and grabbed his lower back.
"Sacral," he continued as he moved lower and then squeezed his butt and whispered "Gluteal," before continuing to kiss him harder than before. John moaned and grabbed the back of Sherlock's head and whispered throatily, "occipital" before moving his hands across his front murmuring "Sternal, Abdominal, Umbilical, Pelvic and" he hesitated taking the time to kiss Sherlock intensely before moving his left hand a little lower and whispering as seductively as he could, "Pubic"
Sherlock lifted John off the ground from the middle of the room and placed him on his bed trying to keep their lips locked at the same time. He crawled over him and straddled him deepening their kiss. John tugged at his shirt.
"Get rid of this. I want to see you."
Sherlock moved back placing his hand teasingly on his shirt button not moving it "Come now, John, use your 'anatomical descriptive words'"
"Bastard." John said trying to sit up but was prevented by Sherlock's other hand, which pushed him back down.
"Use. Your. Words." He said, punctuated by three kisses.
"Take this offending piece of cloth off so I can see the upper transverse part of your anterior body PLEASE." John said rolling his eyes.
"My pleasure." Sherlock said taking his shirt far too slowly for John's liking. So much so that he started helping him when John finally got Sherlock's shirt off him, he took off his in record timing just before flipping them over to mark Sherlock with love marks across his neck and chest. Sherlock moaned throwing his head back and reveling in the pleasure John was giving him.
John covered Sherlock's mouth with his hand and whispered, "Keep quiet. We wouldn't want any teachers hearing you now would we?" Sherlock bit his lip trying to stifle another groan.
John reached for Sherlock's belt but was stopped by Sherlock's hand.
"You're wearing too many clothes. It's not fair." Sherlock said pouting slightly. John appeased him by throwing his jumper and uniform shirt on the ground without a second glance. "Rugby has been kind to you." Sherlock said more to himself than to John while caressing John's muscles.
John practically purred at the attention Sherlock was paying him and busied himself with Sherlock's earlobe. When Sherlock moaned again, biting his hand to stop himself, John remembered his task. His hands returned to Sherlock's belt and ripped his trousers and his pants off of him without any complaints on Sherlock's part.
"God, you're gorgeous."
"That's not what people normally say."
"What do people normally say?"
"Sherlock, you're gorgeous."
"Shut up, you narcissistic prick."
"You know you love it."
"I know. Too much talking." John replied as he grasped Sherlock and started giving him a hand job. Now, Sherlock wasn't keeping his moans in. John watched as Sherlock came undone for him. He searched for any sign that he was thinking and found none. He moved upwards and kissed Sherlock deeply trying to convey his emotions. He didn't think a kiss was enough, but Sherlock responded to it by enthusiastically wrapping his arms around John's neck and pulling him closer to him.
John detached himself from Sherlock's embrace so that he could move lower until his face was in line with Sherlock's prick.
He licked a straight line up Sherlock's prick before putting his mouth around the head and sucking hard, drawing out a long moan from Sherlock.
"God, John."
John continued to give him a blowjob until Sherlock grabbed his hair and tugged hard, signaling that he was close. John backed off and returned to giving him a hand job.
"More, John." Sherlock moaned before taking three of John's fingers into his mouth and wetting them.
John stopped what he was doing and stared at Sherlock. "Are you sure you want to go that far? We could just do this-"
"No. Come on, John. Please." Sherlock panted letting the fingers go reluctantly, unable to speak in complete sentences anymore because he was so turned on.
John hesitated for a split second before going into action. He rubbed his fingers around Sherlock's entrance before slipping one finger into him. When Sherlock began fucking himself on John's finger, John added another and later one more, scissoring him, and occasionally hitting Sherlock's prostrate causing him to nearly cry out from all the pleasure. When John deemed him ready, he pulled his fingers out with a small keening noise from Sherlock. He took his trousers and pants off and grabbed a condom from the side table putting it on as quickly as possible before replacing his fingers, slowly, with his own sex. He watched attentively for any signs of intense pain from Sherlock. Tears came to Sherlock's eyes from the intense feeling. John stilled and leaned up to kiss the tears away. He reached onto John to keep him steady and balance him out.
"You are amazing. You are." John murmured to Sherlock not sure if he could actually hear him or not but not caring either.
"John. Move. Please." Sherlock thrusted his hips once and John got the message. He moved in and out of Sherlock slowly at first so that Sherlock could get used to the sensation. But soon, slow wasn't enough for Sherlock. Sherlock moved his hips up and away, effectively changing their positions and giving Sherlock control. John grasped his hips and helped him as Sherlock rode him fast and hard while he thrusted up into him.
"John… Jo- I'm close."
"Me too. Just a little longer."
Sherlock moved faster and threw himself onto John harder. Sherlock finished first, his cum getting on both of them and John came inside of Sherlock. After a few moments of silence, Sherlock collapsed on top of John. John rolled them over and pulled out, taking the condom off and tying it before throwing it near to the trashcan. He reach for a tissue and cleaned Sherlock off first before himself and afterwards, collapsing next to Sherlock.
"Remind me, why didn't we do this before?" John asked turning to Sherlock who was trying to control his breathing.
"Because you were too scared to confess to me and I was too scared to directly confront you."
"Ri- wait. What do you mean? Did you fail anatomy on purpose?"
"John, of course I know anatomy. It is imperative to know. I… failed to turn in a few assignments so as to be able to ask you for some tutoring and you, being the kind friend you are, agreed."
John stared at Sherlock before bursting out into laughter. "I cannot believe you would fail a class just to be with me!"
Sherlock chuckled along with him. "I guess it is a little bit ridiculous."
"So…"
"If you are going to try and talk with me right now about our relationship, I suggest we wait until tomorrow. I believe I need to reboot my brain after that… session."
"If by 'session' you mean mind-blowing sex, then I understand. We'll talk tomorrow." John said about to get up to go to his bed before Sherlock grabbed his wrist.
"No. Stay."
John blinked but climbed back into bed and held the curled up Sherlock to him as they both drifted off. 'Looks like anatomy has more that one use, doesn't it?'
The funny part is that writing this fic has helped me in my anatomy class :D
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