Author's Note: I'm still working on the second chapter for A Due, but this wouldn't leave me alone. It is for mature audiences only, you have been warned. If Johnlock, even one-sided, isn't your cup of tea you might want to leave now. Reviews welcomed and encouraged!
A pair of stunning verdigris eyes stared across the street in to the window, watching the scene within unfold. The couple inside were kissing, hands roaming over one another's body. Sherlock watched as the man lowered his mouth to the woman's neck, and though he couldn't hear it, he could safely assume from her facial expressions that it was pleasurable. He continued to watch as the man skimmed his hands under and up the woman's blouse, watched as it was removed along with the woman's brazier. A frown marred his face as he watched the man place his mouth upon the woman's breast making her place her hands on the man's face and, from his perspective Sherlock assumed, mouthed the man's name.
John.
It was like hot acid in his stomach, had been since the first time he had followed John out on one of his dates that had ended with sex. He knew on some level that this was something that normal friends did not do. But then, Sherlock never claimed to be a normal friend to John. In fact Sherlock knew that his feelings for John ran much deeper than mere friendship. If he were to be sentimental, which he wasn't, he would liken it to Love. He loved everything about John, from the way he made tea to his ridiculously extensive collection of jumpers. But he especially loved to watch John in the throes of passion. Hence him standing on a rooftop opposite from John's current date's flat watching.
When Sherlock returned to the present, he could see that they were both already naked. The woman was laid out on her back, legs splayed open and – Sherlock sucked in a breath with a hiss – saw John (my John) laying on his stomach peppering kisses on the woman's inner thighs, steadily making his way to the most private parts of her womanhood. He knew John was good with his tongue, looking so God damn sexy eating an ice cream cone, licking and swirling his tongue along the frozen treat, and being completely innocent about it! He could tell from the way the woman's hands tangled into John's short hair that she obviously thought so too. Sherlock closed his eyes, palmed his turgid erection, trying to retain his calm until he could return home. As he focused his attention once more on the scene in front of him he couldn't stop the strangled moan from escaping. John had flipped the woman over onto her hands and knees, he was restraining himself – from the way John's fingers pushed into the woman's hips, from the way he bit and worried his lip – he wanted to fuck this woman harder, Sherlock could tell.
Time seemed to slow down and speed up all at once. Watched as John stilled for a moment, then got up and binned the used condom. Even from this distance Sherlock could tell the John was still hard. So unfortunate Sherlock thought as he turned to exit the rooftop. As he made his way back to Baker Street, Sherlock calculated how long he would have until John returned home.
Once he was safely ensconced inside of 221B, Sherlock opened the drawer to his bedside table, carefully removing each item to be used. He then laid out his night-wear before picking up one of the items and made his way to the bathroom. Sherlock started the shower, while he was waiting for the water to warm and cloud the room in steam, he affixed the item to one of the tile walls. Satisfied with his work, Sherlock then stripped himself of his clothing and stepped into the shower. The heat and steam swirled around him, felt almost unbearable against his erection, before he closed his eyes and entered into his Mind Palace. There he made his way into an entire wing filled with all things John related, and towards the very back hidden behind a door lay Sherlock's John fantasies.
Sherlock stopped in front of the door, took the knob in hand, and swung the door open.
"Sh-Sherlock?"
John turned to look back at him as Sherlock let the door fall shut behind him.
"Is…Is everything okay?"
Sherlock smirked, "It will be," and with that he strode forwards and pressed his lips against his bloggers. John gasped and Sherlock plunged his tongue into John warm mouth. Moans seemed to erupt from John's throat as they continued to snog like randy teenagers.
"Too – Ah! Sherlock! – Too many clothes!"
"Agreed my dear Watson"
Before long they were under the warm spray of the shower, hands roaming over each other, mapping their bodies with caresses.
Hands wander, John fists both of their cocks in one hand while the other plays with a dusky, pert nipple.
"J-John…"
Sherlock pleads. He needs more.
John, wonderful amazing caring John, nods. John always understands.
He places three fingers on Sherlock's full lips, "Suck".
When he feels they are sufficiently lubed with saliva, John wraps one of Sherlock's long legs around his hip, and probes his index finger into Sherlock's arse. Once the whole digit has been inserted, John uses his middle finger to scissor Sherlock open, trying to loosen the tight ring of muscle there. Before long Sherlock is riding and grinding down onto John's three fingers, moaning wantonly all the while.
"John…John, pl-please"
John's fingers still within his arse, "Please what, Sherlock?"
"Oh God – Ah! – John…please, John I need…I need you to fuck me"
John smiled at Sherlock, "Now was that so hard?"
He turned them so his back was against the tile, Sherlock bent over in front of him, hands gripping the rim of the tub.
"Ready?"
"Oh God yes!"
John slowly, agonizingly slow, pushes the head of his prick past the slightly loosened ring of muscles.
"Fuck Sherlock – So bloody tight!"
"John! So good…"
John pulls back slightly after he's fully seated within Sherlock's arse, gently rocking back into the hot velvet of Sherlock's hole.
"J-John…please, more…not g-going to, to break"
And as if those were the words John was waiting to hear, John grabs Sherlock's hips in a bruising hold, pounding deep and hard into his arse. Wet skin slapping and squelching, grunts and moans, all fill the space were the steam once hung.
"Oh! Oh – J-John, I'm…"
"That's it love, Ah! – Yes, fuck – cum, cum for me Sherlock!"
Thick ropes of ejaculate spring forth from Sherlock's prick. Sherlock's scream echoes in the small shower space.
"JOHN!"
Sherlock awoke suddenly, to the sound of the door opening and closing. Sitting up he looked around his bedroom, not quite remembering how he got there.
Knock-Knock.
"Sherlock, you up?"
"Y-Yes."
There was a slight pause before, "Is everything okay?"
Sherlock cleared his throat, "Yes, I'll be out in a moment John." He shouldn't be home yet!
"Alright then…I bought some cherry custard scones and I'm making tea, don't take too long."
Sherlock licked his lips, a sweet breakfast with John did sound pleasant. He stood to pull on his sleep trousers, but stopped when his vibrating plug fell from his arse. Dammit, fell asleep with it on again. He put it back into the bedside drawer with his other toys, he'd clean them later when John was away. Pulling on his housecoat, Sherlock stepped out of his room and made his way to the sitting area.
"Was your date…enjoyable John?"
John's eyes widened almost comically at his question. "Uh…yeah, it was good," John cleared his throat, "You ah…do anything interesting with your night?"
Sherlock dusted the crumbs from his fingertips, "Nothing of great interest, no," he hid his smirk behind his mug.
Oh John, if only you knew.
