Title: What was in that Blender?
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The room was dark. He sat watching the party goers. They moved to the loud music that threatened to down out his thoughts. The alcohol that clouded his mind had set his senses on over drive. His fingers ran over his palm and it fascinated him. 'Had it always felt that good?'
A familiar figure stood over him. He could feel the smile looking down at him but couldn't see it. "What are you doing?" A voice asked. He glanced up with an open smile. "Nothing. At all." He laughed then and pulled the slender body down next to him. "Do you feel this?" He ran his fingers along a soft palm. His eyes stayed with his finger as it drew on the pale skin. A small laugh bubbled up in his throat. The smile that had been plastered to his face faltered. He stared as long fingers mirrored his. His breath stopped at the feeling. "We need to leave." He looked up at the voice and nodded. He let himself get pulled up and toward the door.
The hallway of the dorm was still filled with people. They weaved their way through until they were at their door. It opened and John stumbled in. He was still clutching the hand in his. He didn't think he could let the crackling energy rushing from it go. It didn't take long before they were on someone's bed. John didn't know who's it was. His shirt was removed and he arched his back as the feelings of fingers running over his ribs raced up his spine. He clutched at the shirt separating the wide expanse of skin. With a chuckle it was discarded and his brain was set on fire with the sensation of skin on his own increased. Their lips met for the first time of the night and he couldn't help but clumsily pull at the hands near his ribs. His reactions felt dull, the alcohol still ruling his mind. The light kisses now descending down his chest were like lightning strikes of pleasure. He'd been kissed by those same lips before and was pleased to know they still produced the same reaction no matter how affected he was. The kisses stopped at his bottom rib but he could feel hands at the waistband of his jeans. He shifted slightly to help in the removal. A cold hand wrapped around him and again his back arched. Kisses rose to his lips as the hand began to move. It didn't take long before he was gasping in air. The kisses settled on the curve of his neck. He gripped the shaggy hair a bit too tight and heard the groan in response. The bite that came just a second after sent him over the edge. He pulled harder on the hair and could feel the bite deepen by reflex before it was all wiped away. As he came down he could feel the imprints of the teeth in his skin as a light kiss touched it. "Sorry." He pulled the frowning mouth to him and wiped away any residue of regret.
The next morning he rolled over and saw his bed. Untouched. He smiled and curled into the figure at his back for a few seconds longer before nature's call got too strong. He gingerly pulled himself out of the hold and after just a second of ogling the sleeping form he set off for the bathroom. His reflection in the mirror caught his attention and he stopped. His jaw dropped at the nearly black bruise on his neck that looked very much like a mouth he loved so very much. The lighter marks around it were an apology that he remembered getting in words and caresses. He didn't know how he would cover it. When he walked back into the room and saw the look on Sherlock's face as it immediately found the marks. His marks. He realized he wouldn't cover them. Sherlock looked like he was going to apologize again for the bite that he hadn't meant to be so hard. John smiled and silenced him as he rejoined him on the bed.
A/N: I wrote this while drunk at a friends birthday party. And it has left me wondering what was in the blender that I could write a story while drunk. I was surprised it wasn't garbled goop when I read it the next morning. I hope you like it. Reviews are nice.