Summary: Things are just starting to heat up between the two men when Sherlock hears something unusual and can't help asking about it, effectively ruining the mood. Rated M because I don't want it deleted.
This was taken from my tumblr, someottersmarryhedgehogs, and was inspired by a Sherlock Theme cover that sounded like cheap porn music.
Sherlock felt his back slam against the wall, bare skin tingling at the sharp pain softened by the icy surface. John was on him almost instantly, hands roaming over his flat chest, gracing over sensitive nipples to palm at his muscular abdomen. Sherlock gasped and dragged John back in for another kiss. The air around them was thick, growing thicker with each soft groan and grind.
They had accidentally left the door to the flat open, but that's didn't matter. Mrs. Hudson had walked in on them many times before, seen them in all kinds of compromising positions. Hell, at this point Sherlock couldn't bring himself to care if she wanted to watch, so long as she shut up and let them to it.
John bit the sensitive skin of Sherlock's neck and smirked as Sherlock's knees instantly buckled. He grasped the man firmly around the waist and pulled him across the room, nearly tripping over a table in the process. He was blind, eyes closed tight as he tasted Sherlock's familiar tongue on his own, and soon the back of his knees collided with the sofa and they were falling. But they were used to that; they had been falling from day one.
Sherlock wasted no time yanking the buttons off John's shirt and pulling the material aside. His lips went instantly to the flush skin, nipping and biting, licking the red patches of John's blush that always seemed to go halfway down his chest when he was too hot.
"Sherlock…Oh God…" John arched, a lust-blown smile on his features. Sherlock stilled for a moment longer than necessary and John squirmed under him.
"What is that?" Sherlock asked. He moved his head up to level his eyes with John, and John was sure he saw something of disturbance in those beautiful blue eyes.
"What?"
"What? That music, that's what! I can't be the only one who hears it, John."
"Oh! Just background music. For the mood." He grinned sheepishly and pulled Sherlock's head back down, there lips connecting again, but Sherlock's weren't moving anymore. He pulled away a few seconds later.
"I'm sorry, I can't do this. That music…"
"What's wrong with the music?"
"It's the kind of music you only hear in cheap pornography." Sherlock dragged himself off John and grabbed his shirt off the floor.
"You can't be serious right now." John sat up and reached for Sherlock, but the other man pulled away.
"That music is like looking at Anderson's face. It's putting me off! If I see Anderson's face every time we get intimate, I'm blaming you."
With that, Sherlock went into the bathroom and shut the door. A few minutes later the water was running and John was chucking his brand-new, mood-killing cd out the nearest window.
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