Desirable Phone Sex
Chapter 1
It wasn't cheating if the participants couldn't touch… couldn't see… couldn't feel each other, was it?
Either way Sherlock knew John wouldn't be happy about what was about to happen, and so his plan was to keep it to himself unless absolutely necessary.
John was away with his sister, and although they hadn't made love yet, Sherlock was missing the kisses, the hugs, the touching. And it hurt him to know that John wasn't 100% his just yet.
And he couldn't resist Jim at the best of times.
He played it cool and texted him, hoping for a decent response; of course it depended on his mood and where he was, but there was always hope.
Bored. Text me back
-S.H x
Almost straight away there was a response, not quite the one he had hoped, but it was a start.
John's away then? Poor baby, has he left you in need?
-J.M xx
In need of what? Jim I'm in no fit state to listen to this at the moment.
-S.H
Oh dear. Fine darling, for you I'll cancel my next assassination, although you'll owe me.
-J.M xxx
Fine, I.O.U, ok? Just'…. Sherlock paused before he typed. If he began he knew he wouldn't be able to stop, then he would betray John. Before he could think twice, his phone rang, an unknown number.
Sherlock sighed, and after a few seconds, he picked up.
'Hello Jim' he said, unable to cover the disappointment in his voice.
'Sherly, you contacted me remember, this time, don't come before I have, its thoroughly annoying.'
'I can't…' Sherlock started, but realised this isn't why he wanted Jim to call, so he stopped himself.
'Get hard for me Jim...' he spoke, in a rough, deep whisper. 'Imagine me there, I'd touch you and lick you, anndd mmmmm taste you…' . Jim didn't reply, but he heard him unbutton his suit jacket, and pop open his trousers.
'I'd lick and bite at your incredibly nipples until they were stiff and raw.' Sherlock said, starting to rub himself through his trousers. He heard Jim pull his probably already hard cock from his pants.
'And I would give you the most incredibly blow job, you could ever imagine. Id scratch my initials in your back, so everyone you fucked would know that I'd got there first, and they could never compete.'
Jim was moaning softly now, in time with his strokes.
'I'd fill your arse, so you begged for me to stop, then I'd choose when you came.' Jim said through the phone, closing his eyes and imagining it.
'You'd come in me, then I'd fuck you dry, until you couldn't stand for weeks.' Sherlock replied, warmth spreading through him.
Both Sherlock and Jim had now found their rhythm, and there was no stopping them now.
'I wish I could be there to stroke your incredible dick' Jim said, lust in his voice.
'Oh fuck Jim, I'm almost there' Sherlock said, as he increased his speed and just as quickly shuddered to a hault.
…'I warned you, Sherly. That you were supposed to wait for me to come this time. I forgot to mention I told John to come home and pick up something for you.'
Sherlock took a few seconds and realised what would happen if he stayed in the state he was for much longer.
'JIM!' Sherlock shouted down the phone, his naked body covered in his own come. He heard a rustle and turned to look when he realised John was standing there, and by the looks of it had been for at least a few minutes.
'Wow' John said, sarcastically.
'No, John, you don't understand… I didn't mean for you too…this is nothing.'
'yeah, this is nothing 'John said, dropping the shopping and walking down the steps, leaving the door wide open.
'Fuck you Jim, this is never going to happen again' Sherlock said, grimacing down the phone.
'Yes it will darling, it always does. You cope having john around, but you'll always want me. Bye bye for now' Jim replied, and ended the phone call.
Chapter 2
Sherlock ran down the stairs and outside 221B baker street as soon as he had pulled on some clothes. He saw John sitting on the curb, a few metres down the road, with his head in his hands.
Sherlock slowed his pace as he approached, and put his arm around john, but it was immediately shrugged away.
John looked straight into Sherlock's piercing eyes and whispered 'am I not enough for you, Sherlock? That man kills people as a job, yet you turn to him when you need your release, not me. I'm supposed to be in a relationship with you.'
'John, no…i…I just.' He had no idea what to say. He had no idea why he did it, so what could he tell John, without lying? He knew of one thing.
'I love you, John' he said, hoping this summed up all the answers to john's questions.
'You are enough for me and I don't know why I do it. I need you, John, 100%. I know we didn't take this relationship to the next level for a reason, but I can hardly remember it now. I need you inside me.
John gasped, surprised by the sudden release of this information by his best friend, and partner.
'Let's go home' he whispered, feeling himself growing harder in seconds.
Sherlock made a promise to himself and to John that he would never abuse their relationship ever again and john made the same.
And their love making was far more than satisfactory, and far better than any thoughts with Jim could ever be, because they were made for each other. They fitted perfectly together, and now instead of Sherlock ringing Jim whenever John was away, he would ring John, and wherever he was, however inconvenient, both of them would stand up and 'pop to the loo' or 'go and get changed' and have incredibly phone sex, barely even needing to talk as they knew they were both thinking of each other as they reached their limits.
