John ran his hands through Sherlock's black curls. Sherlock's mouth was doing things to his neck and he couldn't speak for the pleasure running through him.
"John, bedroom?"
John nodded jerkily and pushed Sherlock's coat off his shoulders. He followed Sherlock to his room and shut the door. He was immediately pushed against it, Sherlock pressing against him.
"Sherlock." he moaned. Sherlock's fingers were unfastening his shirt, brushing against his chest.
"John, tell me what you want." Sherlock whispered in his ear.
John shivered. "Anything."
John gulped as he saw the smirk on Sherlock's face. His breath caught as Sherlock slid down until his face was level with the button on John's trousers.
"Anything it is then, John." Sherlock undid John's jeans and pulled them down.
John's head fell back to the wall. "Oh, God!" he cried. Where in the hell had Sherlock learnt to do that with his tongue?
Sherlock gave a throaty chuckle as he looked up to see John fall to pieces against the door. The chuckle sent John over the edge and he cried out, spilling into Sherlock's waiting mouth.
"Sherlock, get on the bed." John's voice was surprisingly strong and Sherlock felt a shiver run through him as he imagined John in his uniform. He walked backwards 'til his knees hit the bed and John was in front of him in an instant, unbuttoning the rest of his shirt.
"You know all those people that said we were a couple?"
Sherlock nodded. "What about them, John?"
Pressing a kiss to Sherlock's lips, John smirked. "We should have listened to them earlier."
Sherlock gave a breathy laugh. "We have definitely been missing out, haven't we?"
John pushed Sherlock down and laid over the top of him holding himself up on his elbows. "I think we should make up for lost time, don't you?"
Sherlock answered by rolling John over and pinning him to the bed. John gasped when Sherlock's teeth sank into his neck. Sherlock kissed his way up to John's lips and licked them. John smirked and kept them firmly closed. Smiling, Sherlock savagely bit the bottom one, drawing blood. John moaned at the pain and Sherlock slipped his tongue into John's mouth.
They kissed, grinding against each other, getting faster. Sherlock moaned and reached behind John. He slicked up his fingers and pressed them against John's hole.
"Sherlock!" John gasped, pressing down on them. He looked at Sherlock, his black curls were tangled and his lips were swollen. He looked utterly fuck-able, if that was even a word.
Sherlock gasped as John kissed him, and when John decided to straddle Sherlock, well, for the first time in his life, Sherlock's mind went completely blank.
…...
John smiled happily as Sherlock's arms wrapped around him. He thought of something and smiled smugly. "You couldn't think properly, could you?"
"What?"
"You. When we were, well -"
"Shagging."
John felt his face flush. "Yes, that. You couldn't think properly, could you?"
Sherlock shifted slightly. "Perhaps. Why?"
Laughing, John pressed a kiss to Sherlock's collarbone. "Nothing. It's just nice to know that I'm the only one who can stop you thinking."
Sherlock gave a deep chuckle and kissed John's forehead. "It wasn't a feeling I'm particularly used to, I'll admit, but I could get used to it. Maybe even look forward to it."
John looked down and smirked. "Seems you look forward to it already. Well, I guess we'll have to stay in bed."
"Doctor's orders?" Sherlock smiled.
"Of course. Would it be anything else?"
Sherlock loomed over John and John felt a shiver of pleasure run through him. "Then, shut up and shag me, Doctor."
John smiled. "With pleasure."
A.N. - Well, for all those that wanted it, I hope it lives up to your expectations! It probably wont, but hey ho! =)