The house smelt like beer and strong perfume from the many girls crowding the small flat. Sherlock wasn't really sure why his friend Lestrade wanted him there, but there he was sitting in the circle of spin the bottle. The bottle spun and circled the group of teens and then stopped when it landed on Sherlock . Sherlock's heart nearly stopped because this was John's turn and he had to kiss him. Sherlock would be lying if he said that he didn't like John. But every other girl did too , with his perfect looks and amazing rugby playing. Sherlock's heart began to race and he couldn't help but blush when John met his gaze.
John raised an eyebrow as he saw Sherlock blush. He had seen him around school and thought he was an oddball, but those cheekbones seemed to make up for everything. The blonde looked around the circle and laughed with his friends.
"Alright, alright I'll kiss him." He took another swig of his beer and grabbed Sherlock's collar, bringing him closer. Their lips met.
Sherlock closed his eyes and enjoyed his first and quite possibly his last kiss. John's beer coated lips made up for the fact that everyone was laughing. Sherlock kissed back trying to savor every moment the rugby player was looking at him.
The sensation made John's whole body shiver. Although he was no stranger to kissing boys this felt different than anything he had ever felt before. He tingled, different than when he kissed anyone else. Why?- with all the girls he could chose why did he suddenly want this scrawny brunette boy. Suddenly, realizing they had been kissing well over the required time he pulled away.
One of his rugby mates clapped and glared at Sherlock " Good Watson now you can stay away from the freak ""
John stood and got in his "friend's" face. "Don't pick on him..." He coughed somehow feeling embarrassed "...or anyone for that matter..."
The crowd laughed and rolled their eyes. One drunk girl who had most of her large breasts hanging out stumbled over to John and kissed him, making Sherlock cringe.
John pulled her off of him and looked at Sherlock sadly. Looking again around the crowd, he rolled his eyes. For some reason this wasn't where he wanted to be. John made a bullshit excuse "I'm going to go have a smoke" even though everyone knew he wasn't a smoker, and he headed outside. The appartment's backyard was next door to his flat. His parent's weren't home, but he didn't want to go inside. Instead he sat on the back porch and had a smoke anyway.
Sherlock sighed, seeing John leave and went over to the small table in the corner that was acting like a bar. He took a few shots and didn't really know where to leave or how. So he pushed his way past people, who were not discussed by his drunken self but more by the freak that he was. He then found himself on the back porch.
John looked up as Sherlock sat beside him. "Oh, hey..." He looked into Sherlock's eyes and blushed, remembering the tingling sensation that his perfect cupid's bow lips and caused.
Sherlock looked over at him and slurred out a " hey".
"What brings you to my back porch?" The alcohol in John's system was taking effect, but he was sober enough to think straight and his speech wasn't as slurred as Sherlock's.
"I don't know " he chuckled as he looked over at John , who looked just as dazed as him.
"The game was fun..." John replied, referring to their kiss.
Sherlock smirked and looked over at John " I know you didn't like kissing me no one would" he stated.
John rolled his eyes and grabbed Sherlock's collar. Again bringing him closer for a kiss. Sherlock's shocked lips did what they were taken for , and kissed John. After a few moments of making out, John pulled away. He looked at Sherlock with a smirk, before looking away.
Sherlock took a risk and climbed on John's lap. " You are a good kisser Watson" he said with a smirk and made him look at him.
"I'm better at other things too." he purred looking back at Sherlock.
"Care to show me ?" he asked and pushing a curl out of his eyes.
"Why not" John replied casually. He gestured to his back door. "No ones home."
Sherlock smiled and kissed John slowly opening his mouth for John's eager tongue to slip in . "Do you want to go?" he asked as their lips parted.
"Let's go inside..." He smirked and took hold of Sherlock's hand leading him into the house.
Sherlock followed John into the house where there was still loud music blasting through the over sized speakers, but they were the only drunk teenagers in the building.
John quickly led Sherlock up to his room avoiding the strange gazes they received. He opened the door and closed it the second they were through, pushing Sherlock against it. He kissed him deeply, his beer coated tongue begging for entry.
Sherlock opened his mouth letting John's warm tongue in sucking on it. He moaned in the process and reached his hand to lock the door. Sherlock was new at this so he was hoping John would take the lead.
And take the lead John did. The blonde dragged Sherlock to his room. He slammed Sherlock onto the couch and began unbuttoning his shirt. Sherlock smiled as he fell back on John's small couch and blushed feeling the cold air hit his pale skin.
"You ever done this before, Sherly?" John asked as he watched Sherlock's nipples harden against the cool air. He removed his own shirt and reached for the condoms he kept near his bed.
Sherlock blushed and shook his head.
"No" he mumbled and hoped that wouldn't ruin anything.
"That's okay. I'll go slow." He reached down and unbuttoned his trousers and reached down to do the same for Sherlock.
Sherlock smiled at the small man towering over him . He kissed John sweetly and pushed him closer.
"Do whatever you want to me " he begged, he wanted this to be good.
John slowed his movements and pulled down Sherlock's trousers. He pulled down his own revealing the tent under his pants. He leaned down, kissing Sherlock first on the lips then down his neck all the way to his belly button.
"Blowjob?" he purred.
Sherlock nodded and held John's hips rubbing in small circles, grinding against him as John moved down his body. John was so handsome and experienced and everything Sherlock wanted and needed him to be.
John pushed down Sherlock's pants. He gripped him at the hilt and kissed Sherlock's head, teasing him. Sherlock moaned and ran his hand through John's hair.
"Tease" he moaned knowing what John was doing , the smirk on the blonde's face said it all.
John smiled up at Sherlock, before taking in his entire length. He began moving in a rhythmic motion. He paused when he reached his head each time, teasing more and more. He moaned as he reached a hand to caress Sherlock's balls.
"Oh John!"
This was Sherlock's first time and he didn't care that he was vocal, his pleasure was just taking over. He moaned as he writhed under John's touch.
John smirked and moved to take in as much of Sherlock as he could. He enjoyed giving as much as receiving and his member was hard at the thought of swallowing Sherlock. John reached down, freeing his cock from his pants and he began stroking himself. He moaned against the boys head.
Sherlock didn't know what to do with himself. His hands grasped at the upholstery and clung to the arm rest by his head.
Suddenly, he could hear people coming outside of the door, listening.
John reached up and guided Sherlock's hand to his hair. The feeling of Sherlock grabbing his blonde locks made him cum with a shout. He continued sucking on Sherlock, not caring who was listening.
Sherlock laced his long thin and pale fingers through John's hair once more before stop to hold it. He soon after came as well shouting John's name as he did. The blonde moaned and swallowed Sherlock. He then lay beside him panting.
Sherlock smiled and cuddled up, John resting his head on his chest that rose and fell to his fast breaths.
Giggling coming from the door made him look up. John threw a shoe at the door and yelled "Leave us alone, we're trying to fuck!" before dissolving into a giggling mess himself. The blonde boy smiled at Sherlock and kissed him deeply.
Sherlock smiled and kissed John back, laughing when their lips parted. The alcohol had worn off when they were in the middle of everything and he loved how John was still kissing him.
"Do you want to go out sometime?" John asked casually, his hand placed flat against Sherlock's chest. He smirked. "Of course that includes doing this again. If you're up for it."
Sherlock chuckled and nodded. "Yeah okay " he said with a smirk trying to act as causal as John, but inside he was completely giddy from excitement.
"Really! Sweet. Great." John smiled and kissed along Sherlock's neck leaving a love bite or two. "Spend the night with me." It wasn't a question because John wanted him to stay.
Sherlock moaned slightly and nodded " Of course " he whispered and cuddled up to the strong teen.
John yawned. "Cool." He placed a few more kisses before starting to fall asleep.
Sherlock smiled and did the same after John. Before he did he blushed feeling John move his arm around him, bringing him closer in his sleep.