Sherlock smirked. He'd done it the whole world thought he was dead, they also thought he was a fraud but that just made them stupid or wrong. The smirk slipped off his face as one heading caught his eye in particular "John Watson's break down" that was his only regret, what have I done to you John he sighed. He got up to refill his cup he'd never cared particularly for tea but it was his way of keeping HIM around, filling his days with endless cups of tea, and waiting for the next case. He sat back down imagine what would happen next time he saw his loyal friend... If he ever saw him again. Sherlock expelled that evil thought from his mind, he had to see him again. He imagined John catching sight of him in the street, running to him, hugging him telling him how amazing he was, threatening to kill him if he ever did that again. Sherlock imagined leaning down and planting a kiss on the smaller man lips. Sherlock was shocked by his own brain, of course John wouldn't kiss him back, he wasn't gay... He'd informed Sherlock of this on plenty of occasions. But his imaginary self didn't care about this certain detail and neither did imaginary John. Sherlock pictured deeping the kiss, John pulled him out of the street into a nearby ally way pinning him up against the wall using all his strength to hold him there as if he feared Sherlock was disappear again. Sherlock ran his hand through his hair while using the other to pull John closer. He spurn John round so he was now the one with the power holding John in place.
"I want you, inside me" John whispers into Sherlock's ear, their urgency becomes clear as they tear and each other's clothes both of their erections pushing against each other. He kisses John again and again, and the next thing he know he's inside him "faster" John moans, Sherlock thrusts more and more forceful until his pace is almost frantic, slamming inside harder with every stroke. John yelps when Sherlock twists a nipple again; his orgasm takes him completely by surprise and his whole body clenches from the force of it, hands helplessly clinging around John's arms. he does is best to muffle his moans, and Sherlock stills and with a grunt and hips stuttering reflexively as he empties himself inside John's still-spasming body.
Sherlock awakes form his daydream feeling slightly guilty and more than a little turned on. He took of his tea now cold, but decided he didn't want to drink it anymore. The mug flew across the room and shattered against the wall, pale brown liquid splashed across the wall and dripping down to the floor. Sherlock went to stand then sunk to the floor, his head in his hands, over coming with longing for John he let finally let himself cry at the loss of his best friend... His love.
Thank you for reading this, i know it's not the best fanfic,
But there's a fun story behind it, i sent my Best friend Beth a fanfic about Mycroft and a cake ( s/8402530/1/Mycroft-and-a-Cake) She just replied with "I would've found it more erotic if it was Sherlock with a cup of tea because it reminded him of John"
And so the idea for this story was born... :3