Hey,
this is the first time I wrote something like this... Erm, yes, just don´t kill me?
Reviews would be nice, so please enjoy and have a nice day!
Fever
"Sherlock, why is there a bloody dancing pole in the middle of the living room?"
"Because of the case, John."
"But what... how... just why? Do you want to dance on it or what?"
"Yes, that´s exactly what I want to do, John."
"..." John rubbed with his right hand over his face. This couldn´t be true! Sherlock bloody Holmes dancing on a pole for a goddamn case! He would probably break his neck or something like that, because he had no experience with "that" kind of dancing.
"And you are wrong, John, I have experience in "that" kind of dancing.", replied Sherlock from his bedroom.
"How the hell...?" It was like he could read my mind!
"Oh, you are so obvicious, John. It´s easy to deduce what you are thinking. And no, I can´t read your mind." John grumbled frustrated and sat down on the couch to enjoy a bit of telly as long as Sherlock was preoccupied.
Not five minutes later, Sherlock emerged from his bedroom. Wearing tight leather pants and his favourite purple shirt.
"S- Sherlock?", asked John, a bit surprised. Darn, Sherlock looked hot...
"Sh, John, I have to concentrate.", Sherlock shushed him and moved to the CD – player to switch it on.
The slow beat of Michael Bublé´s Fever began and Sherlock dimmed the lights in the room a bit, before he stepped up to the pole and slowly twined his arms around the thin pole. Sherlock slowly moved his body to the beat, rubbing his lithe body against the pole and making John gulp awkwardly. The doctor suddenly felt pretty hot and pulled of his jumper, revealing a plain white t-shirt.
Sherlock smirked in John´s direction and slowly began, to open the buttons of his purple shirt, swinging his narrow hips in those tight pants. Finally he reached the last button and slipped the shirt of. John was sure by now, that wasn´t the first time that Sherlock stripped.
The detective moved back to the pole and rubbed his crotch against the cold metal, moaning loudly and enjoying himself to the fullest. John was drooling and staring at the luscious dancing man.
And then came the pants. First Sherlock opened the button and pushed down the zipper moving his hand teasingly over the crotch, smiling at John sexily. God, it was really hot in here, thought John and pushed a cushion into his lap to hide his arousel.
Sherlock put his hands on his hips and ripped the pants away from his slim legs. John took a deep breath and tried to ignore his flatmate with his small red briefs. And how he suddenly moved away from the pole and made a bee-line for John.
He grabbed the pillow and threw it away into a far corner and climbed onto John´s lap, grinding their bodies together. Blowing his hot breath onto John´s neck and making him shiver deliciously.
"My god, Sherlock...", moaned John and tried to get more friction from Sherlock. He wanted nothing more than to kiss the man and push him down into the couch to ravish him. Sherlock grabbed John´s hands and put them on his tight bum. The doctor immediately started to massage his butt cheeks, drawing those delicious sounds from the detective.
"Sherlock, no more...", begged John. He hated the teasing and wanted more! Sherlock just grinned smugly and pressed little butterfly kisses to John´s neck. How Sherlock new that it was his sensitive spot, John didn´t know and hell, he didn´t care!
Suddenly Sherlock stopped his erotic moving and leaned close to John´s right ear. He licked the shell and than whispered:
"Take me, John."