Hello dear reader.

I had the idea of making Sherlock and John play games when I read Tea and Fairy Lights (that's his/her name) truth or dare story (thanks!)

So let's start with my own version of truth or dare, hope you'll like it.

Chapter 1 – Truth or dare

John was in his bed since half an hour and asleep since ten minutes when his phone chimed. He turned around and growled knowing that, at one in the morning, it could only be Sherlock texting. He hesitated not to read his message but knew the detective was able to text all night if he didn't.

Truth or dare?

"What the..." John mumbled.

For god's sake, one in the morning Sherlock!

Truth or dare?

Truth

John sighed and sat on his bed, if he wanted to go back to sleep soon, he had to give in.

Are you drunk?

Just been at the pub with Mike. Had a few beers. Not drunk.

Ask me?

John sighed again, selfish selfish man, but John had something in mind.

Truth or dare?

Truth.

What is this all about?

Experiment.

About what?

Truth or dare John?

John laughed bitterly.

"Lab rat. Again."

Truth

Is it true what Irene said about you at the warehouse?

John choke on his own saliva.

"God!" He said frowning and coughing again "What am I supposed to answer to that...what..." John wanted to answer his flatmate to fuck off but considered it was a little to aggressive. He urged himself to keep calm. He knew this could happen. He knew from the moment he understood Sherlock heard them talking. Hope he would forget it somewhere in a drawer in his mind palace, but he didn't.

"Of course he didn't!" John hissed. He breathed in and out several times and decided he should think about an answer. The answer to the question he asked himself everyday. 'Someone loves you' The Woman said to the detective, 'Look at us both' to him in the warehouse...

"Us both..." John muttered "I'm not gay, I'm not...Oh for fuck's sake!" He grabbed his phone and typed furiously.

Yes.

Then he looked at his phone waiting for the next text. One minute, two, three, six, seven and no answer. This was ridiculous.

Truth or dare?

Dare.

"Sherlock that's not fair." The doctor said in a low voice.

I dare you to come to my door.

I'm sitting right behind your door looking at you through the keyhole. Truth or dare?

John jumped on his bed and looked at the door. The room was dark except for the gloomy light of the street lamps but he could see the light of Sherlock's phone drawing shadows under his door. The detective was letting him know he wasn't lying.

Dare.

I dare you not to open this door.

John stayed where he was which was good since he was petrified and gave his door's keyhole anxious looks.

Truth or dare Sherlock?

Truth.

What is your experiment about?

You. Truth or dare?

Truth.

What would you do if I was on the other side of the door now?

John hesitate a moment but decided he was already in trouble. A little more, a little less.

Probably try to keep my head on my shoulders and tell you to forget what I said. Truth or dare?

Truth.

What would you answer to that?

Tired of status quo. I'd walk closer to you and examine the effect of proximity on you. And me. Truth or dare?

Truth.

What would I see?

Embarrassment and confusion. Truth or dare?

Truth.

What effect I have on you?

You make me fell human. Not sure what it really means though apart from the physical reactions. Truth or dare?

Truth.

If I kissed your mouth what would your answer be?

Kiss you back. With tongue and teeth. Truth or dare?

Sherlock let out a long sigh John could hear from the other side of the door.

Truth.

Would you let me touch you, if yes, where?

Two questions in one.

That's cheating John.

No it isn't. Answer.

Anywhere. Truth or dare.

Dare.

Imagine I'm next to you. Show me what you want me to do to you. (Remember I'm watching you).

"Sherlock..."

"Shhhhhh..."

John rubbed his face with his right hand and closed his eyes for a minute. The situation was really odd and still he couldn't resign himself to stop this strange game. Right. He didn't know where this would lead them but if he was about to give in he had to do it right. He stretched his arm and turned the light on, put the phone on the bedside table, turned his head and looked at the keyhole as if he could see Sherlock's eyes focused on him. Then he slid his hand under his tee shirt and slowly run his fingers along his chest scratching the skin lightly. He inhaled deeply eyes locked on the closed door, pull off the tee he threw it on the floor. He took his phone and texted again.

Truth or dare?

Truth.

Do you like what you see?

Yes.

John heard noises coming from the other side of the door. Sherlock seemed to have changed position.

Truth or dare John?

Dare.

Touch yourself.

John growled. Here they were. Last chance to finish this. The doctor looked alternately his phone and the keyhole. Then he just did it. He run his hand along his side and under his boxer, found an already half erected cock and stoked it lightly.

"John..." He heard Sherlock whispered and he shivered from head to toe. One whisper and he was fully erected now. "John..." Was Sherlock touching himself? Was he? John stroked harder and run his thumb over the tip of his cock.

"Oh Sher..." He arched his back and growled.

Noise came from the other side of the door, moans, louder and louder.

"Sherlock!" John closed his eyes and grabbed the headboard with his free hand, the other one pumping faster, following the rhythm he liked the most.

"John..." Not a whisper this time and John clearly heard the urgency in Sherlock's husky voice.

The doctor opened his eyes and looked at the door, his mind picturing Sherlock hands playing with his member like he was doing with his own and the thought almost drove him over the edge. God he liked this idea so much.

"Ah...John...John." They both were close now and John spread his legs wider.

"It's you...doing this...to me... Sherlock..." He managed to say between moans.

"Mmmmh John...Oh" John heard Sherlock orgasmed loudly and let himself slide in bliss shouting the detective's name.

When John finally collect himself and felt able to move again he cleaned himself with his tee shirt and put his feet on the floor. He went to the door, hesitate an instant then opened it on an empty corridor.

"For god's sake..." He mumbled furious. He went back to his bed and caught his phone.

Sherlock I dare you I DARE YOU come back to my bedroom's door!

Several minutes passed before John received an answer.

Will you open the door this time?

Come!

I'm already there.

John run to the door, opened it and found himself face to face with his half naked flatmate. He remembered he was naked himself but just didn't care. He put one hand around Sherlock's waist, with the other one, he grabbed the back of the tall man's neck and before anything could have been said kissed his lips with all the passion he was capable of.

Sherlock didn't try to escape the embrace. On the contrary he leaned closer to the doctor and rolled his arms around the small man's waist.

John was relieved, he almost expected Sherlock to push him away but now he was responding to the kiss and he could feel his tongues asking for the right to explore his mouth. He allowed it of course. They kissed again and again until they needed to part to breath.

John's heart was about to explode and since he was crushed against Sherlock's chest he could feel his was too.

"Sherlock..." He whispered, he didn't know what to say though.

"Truth, John." The detective crooned on his mouth.

"I...I'm lost here." He looked in the detective's eyes. "Tell me what this is, please."

"I'm lacking vocabulary in this specific domain, John."

"I'll pick words, you'll let me know if I'm right." The doctor realised where his hands were still resting, Sherlock's neck and waist, and decided not to move. Not now.

"Game?"

"In the shape of a game, not one though."

"Experiment?"

"Not only."

John frowned, he didn't like this answer.

"Then what? Lust?"

"Yes but something else too."

"Desire?"

"Yes."

"Need?" John was trembling but didn't notice. Sherlock did. And he gently pulled the doctor closer to his chest. John looked at his mouth, neck, shoulders then back to his eyes. 'Not gay hey?' He said to himself. 'This man his blowing my mind, crawling in my chest, under my skin.' He made Sherlock's head move closer to his, lips almost touching. He had to dare this one...

"Love?"

"Absolutely." And with that word they kissed again.

"Sherlock...that's insane..." John said between two kisses.

"Completely." Sherlock stole his lips again and scratched his back. John moaned and Sherlock used that diversion to deepen the kiss. When did the detective made them move, none could tell but they fell on the bed, Sherlock on top of John.

"John, switch off that brain of yours." The tall man said moving his lips from John's mouth to his neck.

"Look who's talking." John giggled "But...Sherlock..."

"Yes, John, yes. This means something to me. This means a lot. Don't think this is a tantrum of mine. I've been waiting for you for a long time."

"You? For me?"

"How blind you can be..."

"Excuse me, Sherlock, but seems like I spent a lot of time waiting for you."

"You were waiting for me?" Sherlock smirked.

"You don't play fair."

"I don't to play anymore." Sherlock decided the conversation was over and kissed his man's mouth, face neck. John forgot to argue. If the detective wanted him, really wanted him he had nothing to say against it, nothing at all.

Next chapter : Hide-and-seek (maybe...if you review)
(and sorry for my bad english)