What He Is Always Hiding

We were working on our latest case: the man, who (I know) can climb balconies and murder someone in a locked flat, when I asked John, "So, how was it with Sarah, does she have an 'H'?"

John shook his head, rolled his eyes, and said, "Yes." He cleared his throat, "She says I'm dangerous," he looked at the floor to try to say that he was at least a little sad, but I know he isn't.

"You don't seem very sad, John. Did you even like her? Or were you too busy with me?" I ask. I know I'll get a reaction out of him with that.

"I'm not really sad, and what do you mean too busy with you?" he's curious now. Good, as he should have been from the start.

And I also know why he isn't exactly sad. "You want me. Don't you?" I smile at him, but he shakes his head furiously, "Really?" I stand, and he nods. I stand over him and look down, "Because that's not what I see. John?"

He looks up at me, shaking just a little from frustration, "I like you, Sherlock, but not like that."

"Fine. Sure. Believe what you want, but I know." I kicked off my shoes and sat on the couch. "Idiot." Now I'm getting a little frustrated. See, the truth is, I wouldn't mind a serious relationship with John, but it's not like I need him. Ah, who am I kidding? I've needed him ever since I met him; it's just turned into sexual frustration instead of friendship.

He stood and went to the kitchen to do something, (probably just avoid me), then came back, and before sitting on the couch, he hesitated, then gave in. right there, that's how I know there's frustration, and I think it's now sexual. Maybe.

He turned to meet my eyes, his are so pretty. Just the right shade of blue to brighten your day. But his hand also landed on my thigh. I don't think he noticed that. "If I did like you, not saying I do, if I did, how would you know?" oh that really was a stupid question.

I explained to him, "Every time we go somewhere you stare at me. every time I sit on the couch, you either sit in the chair," I nod at the chair in front of us, "and stare at me, or you hesitate to sit by me, but you eventually do. But the hesitation is interesting. Most don't but you do. And you lastly," I look down at his hand, "Well…"

He finally realized what he had done, "Oh! Sorry," he blushed lightly.

"It's ok," I lifted his hand to my lips and kissed it gently. "You're very strange when it comes to me." I was waiting for him to give in and kiss me, but he didn't. "You want to, but you won't. stubborn man, you are."

He seemed confused, "Won't what?"

I leaned in closer, "Kiss me. You know you want to."

He pulled away, "No, I don't. besides, how would you know?" again with asking stupid questions.

"Your eyes say it all, plus I just know." He looked down to try to prevent me from seeing his eyes sparkle. "If you did just happen to kiss me, I wouldn't pull away. I'd be surprised that the stubborn man finally stopped being stubborn, but otherwise…" I shut up. He tensed from the nerves I was striking. I leaned in close again, "John," I whispered on him, "Just do it."

He didn't kiss me, but instead asked, "Why don't you kiss me? if you're so keen on the fact that I want you so badly, why don't you muster the courage to kiss me? hmm?"

I chuckled, "Because I love watching you get frust-" he cut me off by pinning me down and kissing me. this surprised me quite a bit. Not many people can do that. bravo John.

We parted and he apologized, "Sorry, do you want some coffee?" no need to apologize, John. It's ok

"No, but I'll drink the tea you're about to make," I smile up at him. He rolls his eyes and goes to the kitchen. I follow him to the counter where he was washing out a few cups, "John?"

"Yeah."

"Can we skip the tea?" I ask, wrapping my arms around his hips.

"Skip it and get to what?" he asks me.

"You know what," I tell him as I kissed his neck.

"Sherlock," he was about to turn to me and complain, but instead he turned to me kissing him hard on the mouth and grinding our groins together, which was bound to turn him on at least a little bit, because it turned me on.

But in this motion, he was confused, "Why are you doing this?"

"Because I can. Does there have to be a better reason? Or maybe it's because I love you, have you ever considered that?" I ask him.

"You… I'll have you know that I love you more," he smiled at me.

"Not possible," I lifted him up onto me and he wrapped his legs around my hips while I kissed his neck and left a love mark.

He got down from me and led me to the nearest thing we could lay on, which was the couch, "No. Not here." I took him to my bedroom, "Here," and I practically threw him on the bed.

He looked around, "You really do have your work everywhere, don't you?"

"You should see this place after I'm done with you," I chuckle and kiss from his cheek to his shoulder and remove his shirt. He uses his muscular arms to rip open mine, and it was my favorite too. But I didn't time to complain, because he was already kissing my chest and he licked my nipple and for some reason I liked it.

So I kissed from his chest to his hips where I took his pants off and left another love mark on his hip. He let out a slight moan with that one. Then I started to slide down his red underwear, but he stopped me because he was fondling my pants button. He couldn't get it open.

But then he figured it out and was surprised t what he found sticking out of my underpants. I guess he thought I never got sexually aroused. Usually when I do, I use it for an experiment, but I still get aroused like any other human being does.

I pressed our chests closer which made all of us get even closer and I felt him brush against my leg, and I can tell he hasn't had sexual activity for a while now, because he's lot harder than I am.

Now, he's trying to make things go faster, he practically rips my underwear off of me. but I do the same to him. I'm done with the foreplay and I need him now.

But what surprised me, is that unlike everything else, in this he wanted control. So he put me under himself and lifted my leg to meet his elbow, and that's where his palm stayed: under my knee. And he slipped inside me, using the precum that was already oozing as lubricant.

And let me say this, it felt a lot better than getting off by myself. As he thrust into me multiple times, (making me moan louder), he played with me. but I shifted to where I sat on top of him, but I was still bobbing on him, and with the combination of me being taller than him, and the length of me, each time I came up, he licked my head, and it was sensational. I only wish I could return the favor.

Now with us at our climax, everything was getting faster and the sweat was rolling down off of me and him. I was so dizzy from pleasure that when I did cum, all I remembered was seeing white and yelling John's name. and John moaned mine and he came inside me. which was a little unfair seeing as I made a mess on him and I have nothing from him. Except for the love mark he managed to make on my shaft. I still don't know how he pulled that off. Honestly, I don't really want to know, as long as John enjoyed himself… and me of course.