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Anything to get Him Miffed
John gasped a little as Jim dropped down on one knee in front of him and thumbed open the button on his trousers, scraping his teeth over the bulge that was forming there. Jim ran his fingers over the waistband, the fabric feeling cool in comparison to the fleeting touches he got of John's hot skin.
"Jim! He'll know...!" John groaned as he looked over at Sherlock's mussed bed. "We can't..."
Jim chuckled darkly and tugged John's pants and trousers down his thighs, leaning forward to nuzzle into John's coarse hair just above his manhood.
"But I know how you love to make him jealous, John... C'mon... Let's have a little fun that'll last for days... Weeks even... to come..." Jim purred, pushing up the hem of John's shirt and licking his stomach playfully, his teeth dragging over the sensitive flesh next, leaving a red streak in his wake. John groaned softly, the tip of his cock brushing against Jim's throat as the criminal lavished his stomach and hips with open mouthed kisses.
"You... You just want me to suffer." John gasped, clinging to the wall behind him for support as Jim's cool fingers wrapped around his hot and heavy erection. Blood surged through his body and down to his prick. He looked down and groaned loudly at the sight of Jim stroking him while wetting his lips with the tip of his too-pink tongue.
"Shhh. Don't say such things Johnny, you know I only want what's best for you..." Jim teased, winking up at John briefly before opening his mouth wide and taking John's cock in until the tip was nudging his tonsils. John gasped and moaned, his head tipping back with a thunk as he tangled his fingers in Jim's hair. Jim worked his lips and tongue on John's member until John was positively whimpering with need.
He was making fast work of undoing John and it took mere moments for him to spill into Jim's mouth with one loud, guttural groan of Jim's name. In his haze, when Jim's mouth left him, John didn't notice what he was doing at first. Then, when his vision cleared, he saw Jim spit on Sherlock's pillows. Jim's saliva and John's thick and sticky release quickly dampened the fabric and John wiped a hand over his face in exasperation.
"Oh christ Jim. What on earth am I to do now? He'll be livid!" John whined in protest.
"Well, on the one hand, that'll be hilarious. But, when it gets to be irritating..." Jim crossed the room and helped John pull up his trousers and tuck himself away. "Then you'll have a good excuse to come stay at mine for a few days..."
John tried not to smile. He really did. But he failed. A warm, lopsided grin came to his face and he kissed Jim softly on the cheek.
"You're a bastard." John said good-naturedly. Jim nodded, kissing John before swiftly exiting the room.
"But you love me anyyyyywaaaay!" Jim sing-songed, and then he was gone, leaving John alone to deal with Sherlock, and the inevitable jealous tantrum that would follow his discovery of Jim and John's fluids on pillows.
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