"You know, I have skills as well Sherlock!" John whined from his side of the cab's backseat.
Sherlock grinned as he flipped through a case file in his hands. John was really cute sometimes. "Like blogging?" He teased.
As the two exited the cab, they strolled up to flat 221b. Once they'd reached the flat, Sherlock was spun around and off his feet, falling into the couch against the wall. "John?" Sherlock exclaimed as the doctor slid onto his lap, resting his hands against Sherlock's shoulders, leaving lingering kisses along his jaw.
When John finally pulled away, Sherlock was panting heavily, his pats growing tight against the riding pressure of his hardening erection. John smiled devilishly before attacking the detective's lips. Sherlock let his hands run up John's back in a hot frenzy, pushing up under his shirt, and feeling the warm skin they hid. After more passionate kisses, Sherlock let his hands venture downward, slipping under the band of his trousers.
John pulled his lips away long enough for Sherlock to let out a lewd moan, "John..."
Suddenly, the heat against his lap was gone, there was a breeze as John stood and headed for his own room. Sherlock sat there, curious as to what was going on, his erection wanting to follow the little man who always wore jumpers. "John?" Sherlock watched as John flashed him an evil grin.
John paused only for a moment to smile at his lover, "I told you I had skills."