I Don't Mind - Chapter 1
John slumped back on his chair with the room almost spinning around him. Sherlock and John were only out for a few hours before they got back to 221B, partly because Sherlock managed to get into a fight in a bar. Vague memories flashed in John's mind as he remembered dragging Sherlock away from another drunken man before anyone got hurt, he couldn't remember why Sherlock was trying to punch someone, however.
John looked towards Sherlock, who was sitting opposite him with a lost look in his eyes, his back almost hanging off the edge of his chair,
"Sherlock, why were you trying to hit that person back in that bar?" John asked groggy voice, trying hard to try and sound clear.
Sherlock glanced at John and froze for a moment, as if he was trying to figure out what John had said. He then shrugged and turned his attention back to the wall,
"I don't know actually…" He replied, his speech was sluggish and slower than normal, "I think he said something about… Something to do with ash… But I don't…" His words trailed off as he ran out of things to say. He slowly turned back to John and studied him from where he was sitting.
"Alright, you asked me a question, now it's my turn…" Sherlock mumbled, locking his gaze with John's stormy- blue eyes.
"How old were you when you had your first kiss? You know… With the mouth and stuff…" He asked, gesturing his mouth with his unstable, empty hand.
John widened his eyes slightly at Sherlock's random question; it wasn't like him to ask such personal things like that. John figured that Sherlock must have a very different side to him when he was drunk. Still, he sat up slightly and tried to remember from when he was younger,
"I think I was… Fifteen, I think? Yeah… Yeah, I was…" John responded. He heard Sherlock giggle under his breath but didn't say anything.
"What?"
But Sherlock just giggled even louder with a smirk on the left side of his face.
"Why are you laughing?" John asked, looking confused at Sherlock.
"Oh, it's nothing," Sherlock explained, not letting his smirk leave his face, "It's just that.. I, urr.. Figured that you'd be a lot younger than fifteen.."
"Really? Why?" John questioned, squinting his eyes slightly at him.
"Oh.. Ur, I dunno," He mumbled, avoiding John's puzzeled gaze as he sat up from his chair and tried to get into a more comfortable position. He chose his next words as carefully as he could,
"You're an.. You're quite an… attractive person, I suppose.." he added, taking a sip from his drink in embarrassment, as if he regretted the subject coming up.
This time it was John's turn to smile as he swung his head back, giggling in a high-pitched laughter,
"Really? Are you serious?" He asked, he never expected Sherlock to ever say anything like that to him, but in the drunken state they were both clearly in, John couldn't help but laugh.
John rested his gaze on Sherlock, who kept his head low but was clearly blushing from his last comment. John could also feel the tips of his ears burning,
"Right, so I was fifteen when I had my first kiss," John repeated, leaning forward slightly but not turning away from Sherlock, "How old were you?.."
Sherlock shifted his gaze towards John, but then quickly looked away again,
"I.. Umm.. I've never had a first kiss.." He muttered shyly, fiddling his glass as he bit his lip.
John couldn't help but feel surprised, he knew that Sherlock wasn't the kind who would kiss someone anyway, but he did think that he might have had a girlfriend when he was younger.
Sherlock noticed the surprise in John's eyes after what he said, which made him tip his head to one side and ask,
"Are you surprised? Did you honestly think I did have one?"
John shrugged and tried to let the surprise die from his eyes, but before he could reply, Sherlock interrupted him,
"John, do you know why I've never kissed someone before? Or why I don't really have an interest in girls? I'm sure I told you ages ago.."
John opened his mouth to answer, but then closed it as he tried to recall anytime where Sherlock might have mentioned something like that. After a few moments of thinking, John remembered one of the first conversations that he and Sherlock ever had.
"I remember you said that you didn't have an interest in women when we first met," He recalled, remembering the scene in his head, "But you also said you didn't have an interest in men-"
"-No, I said I didn't have a boyfriend, not that I didn't want one.." Sherlock corrected him while he was in mid-sentence. John then looked up at Sherlock with a flicker of curiosity in his stormy-blue eyes,
"Oh, so.. Did you want a boyfriend then?" He asked. To which Sherlock raised his eyebrow as if he was asked the most obvious question in the world,
Sherlock chuckled under his breath, a wide smile forming across his face. He didn't say anything, but John figured he would have said something along the lines of, 'It took you this long to realise?'.
"So you've yet to have your first kiss and I now know you like guys," John smirked, feeling a spark inside him beginning to ignite, reminding him of the spark he shared with Sherlock when they first met, "How interesting.."
John locked his gaze with Sherlock's. The same icy- cyan eyes that he couldn't help but feel captivated by ever since the day they met all those years ago. John felt like the sparks inside him igniting into fire which burnt through his body with every heartbeat. Even though John knew he was supposed to get married to Mary. Even though John knew that Sherlock was his best friend. Even though he knew that the only reason why he was in this situation was because he was drunk...
He couldn't help but take pleasure in the tension coming from between them.
"John.." Sherlock whispered in his low, seductive voice which made John shiver, despite the warm room they were in, "Ever since the day we met, it had been you. It has always been you.."
John didn't have to ask what Sherlock meant. He knew what he was trying to say.
"Sher-" John began to whisper back, until he leaned to far forward and ended up falling out of his chair and crashing into Sherlock who was sat opposite him.
John found himself pressed against Sherlock's chest and kneeling in-between his legs, he looked up at Sherlock who blushed dramatically but didn't push John away. Instead, he ran his hand underneath John's face and pulled him closer. John could feel Sherlock's hot breath against his cheek, the two only broke eye contact when Sherlock pulled John even closer, implanting a soft, delicate kiss on their lips. Nothing mattered anymore. John's world around him broke off as his mind distanced itself from reality. The moment he was in was the only thing that mattered. Sherlock pulled John closer and gently ruffled his greyish-blonde hair with his hand while John stroked Sherlock's chest through his shirt.
Sherlock and John finally broke off and a playful smirk ran across John's face as he saw Sherlock's eyes glitter as he gazed serenely into John's eyes.
"How was that for a first kiss?" John asked, his smirk growing into a smile. Sherlock was a much better kisser than John ever thought. His smooth, light magenta lips gliding across his own made John feel as though every single worry or trouble was replaced by a soothing wave of affection for Sherlock. He then realised he cared and loved Sherlock much more than he thought. He didn't want to be parted with him ever again.
Sherlock sighed through his nose and smiled, his eyes glowing with a warm love John had never seen coming from Sherlock before,
"It was perfect." He purred, not taking his eyes off John for a second before pulling him in again for another kiss. John's heart rammed against his chest and excitement inside him began to rise higher with each heartbeat.
Sherlock suddenly took in a sharp breath from his mouth and quickly pushed John away with shock in his eyes. John looked up at him and tipped his head the side, wondering if he did something wrong.
"Sherlock? What's wrong?" John asked in confusion. He squinted his eyes slightly as Sherlock hastily shook his head, biting his lip in guilt. John then realised that Sherlock was also trying to tighten his legs together, as if to hide something. Much to his avail, John could still see the obvious tent in Sherlock's trousers. John swore that that evening was just built up with surprises.
After staying frozen for a second, wondering if he should do it or not, John slowly ran his hand down Sherlock's trousers, with a lustful shiver running down his back every time he could feel Sherlock's hardened cock through his cotton clothing. Never had we wanted to rip Sherlock's clothes off so much before. John looked up from where he was and bit his lip in anticipation; a seductive whisper came out of his mouth,
"Do you want it?.."
John could hear Sherlock's breathing go faster than before, like he was almost out of breath, but the tempted craving in his eyes didn't die away as he licked his dry lips and smirked,
"Oh God, yes.."
(Next Chapter is a WIP (And NSFW, I can tell you now…)