Disclaimer: I dont own Sherlock, sadly.
"John!" Sherlock howled as he came running up the stairs to the flat.
"What? You know I might actually be bu.."He tried to say, before Sherlock inturrupted him with a strong, short, and alarmingly erotic kiss to his lips. "Sherlock, are you alright?" John asked, still stunned.
"I am just fine, why do you ask?"
"Well you came bounding up the stairs, and you just kissed me." John sputtered.
"And?" Sherlock asked as he resisted the urge to roll his eyes.
"Okay, how do I put this delicately? What in God's name is going through your head?" Watson asked now visibly upset at what had just transpired. "You can't just kiss someone like that, out of nowhere, and just go on acting like nothing happened."
"Why are you upset about this? If anyone should be upset, it should be me." Sherlock replied nonchalantly.
"Why should you be upset? I'm not the one burst into the flat and start snogging you out of the blue."
"Well the kiss was less than satisfactory on my side, and as I can only imagine I preformed excellently, I feel I should be the one upset. Unless on the other hand you did not enjoy that and then this would just be awkward." Sherlock said as he sat down at his desk and turned his attention to his laptop.
"No, Sherlock, this conversation is not over." John said as he walked toward the dark haired man and shut the laptop, leaving his hand on the desk in front of him. "What do you mean less than satisfactory? "
"Sorry, was I not clear? I will make this short and to the point, it was like kissing a plank." Sherlock said, now noticeably on the verge of anger.
A plank! A plank! John had kissed many a person over his time and he never had been told his kissing was anything less wonderful and knee weakening.
John pulled the collar of Sherlock's button down and brought the taller man to his lips, kissing him with an undiscovered fire that now blazed. He used his lips to slowly pry the other mans lips apart before his tongue dived in, exploring the warm cave of Sherlock's mouth. Wrapping on hand into the dark curls, John pulled him in closer hardly remembering to breath. It was only then he felt the great detective reciprocate, his body turning into John's, his long fingers winding around the doctor's waist, making him kneel into the chair, giving him more leverage over the army doctor. John's hand was on his neck, his lips fiercely pressed against the others, his fingers finding and tugging on the satin curls that lay upon Sherlock's head. Only Sherlock's sudden moan that brought him out of the fired frenzy. John pulled away to look at his flat mate, his eyes, those deep crystal eyes, hungry as they roamed over him. John just stood, unmoving for a minute, before grabbing his coat off the rack and running out the door.
"John! " Sherlock yelled, his voice following him out the door.
He hadn't done anything wrong, so why was John angry? Sherlock had found that second kiss alarmingly arousing, as far as he could tell John had as well, pupils dilated, pulse accelerated, cheeks flush, not to mention the almost hard bulge Sherlock had felt grinding against his leg. So if it wasnt his performance, it had to be something on John's end, but what?
John shivered as the cold air hit his over sensitized face, tingling as snowflakes hit his cheeks. He enjoyed winter, the cold made him alive, he had spent to many days under the desert sun letting it tire him out, to not be grateful for a winter's chill. He felt something akin to remorse for leaving like that, but what else was there to do? He hadn't preplanned or even thought anything close to the afternoons events would ever occur. Sherlock of all people, the sociopath, the man who viewed his body as transport and nothing else, it hadn't even occurred to him that he might have a libido or any desires of the kind.
John, please come home. We need to talk. -SH
John ignored it, he didn't want to explain to Sherlock all the reasons he fled that flat. The main reason being that he was scared, the last time he got into a relationship it went down in flames. The second being, he didn't know if he could commit to anything right now, especially his flatmate, what if anything went wrong? He would not only feel the sting of a broken relationship but also he would be out of the flat. Then there was Maddy. Too many things he didn't think about until he had already kissed his gorgeous man of a flatmate. He had always known he was handsome but until that kiss he had never really taken him in, he was fully breathtaking, tall, his dark curls tucked behind his ears, his genius eyes taking in everything always. God, even just thinking about him was turning him on. Had Sherlock sensed this, and acted accordingly?
Please, can we talk about this. I don't want this to hurt our friendship. -SH
Freindship, maybe he didn't want anything more. But then did John really want more, yes, could he afford to take that risk, no. He couldn't have a relationship with his only friend, he couldn't have a relationship with a man, he couldn't have a relationship at all. He wasn't gay, he only had relationships with women, yes he had snogged a few men while he was in school, but who hadn't?
God he had made a mess of this, what was he going to do? He couldn't avoid him forever, may as well get it over with, before he got himself in more trouble. He fought in a war and yet going to face this man, who he had known for over a year, was making his hands shake.
He opened the front door as quietly as he could manage, before creaking up the stairs. He peered through the crack of the door, Sherlock wasn't at his desk, but surely he knew John was there. John snuck through, barely opening the door.
"John." The deep baritone boomed behind him.
Almost jumping, John turned around. "God, Sherlock, don't scare me like that." He said, looking at the man sitting on the green leather sofa.
"John. We need to talk about this, are you angry with me?" Sherlock asked as he crossed his legs.
"No Sherlock, I am not angry with you, I am angry with myself." John said, rubbing his forehead before sitting down beside the detective.
"Is it because I did something wrong? Because I assumed you were as attracted to me as I was to you, but if I misunderstood that was my fault."
"No, I am attracted to you, but I just can't handle any commitment right now. When you kissed me, I was shocked. Then when I kissed you, I..I didn't think about the consequences, and that was my mistake. " John said trying to be delicate.
"Well if you are attracted to me, and I to you, I don't need a commitment, John. I will take what ever you let me have. Now I am making a fool of myself, so I will stop." He said as he started to mumble under his breath.
"You are not a fool, you are the least foolish person I know. But I need you to understand that I dont even know how much of myself I can give you, there are things you don't know about me, and I have things I don't know if I am ready to tell you."
"John I don't expect you, after one kiss to give away all your secrets and I dont expect a relationship, I expect exclusivity and that's all. I don't see why things must change all at once or even at all as the case may be."
"Oh, okay. So no snogging other people, anything else?" John asked, now feeling as if he had taken things a little too far.
"No that's all." Sherlock said as he grabbed John's hand and laid a light kiss to the rough skin.
"Well, I think I'm going to go take a shower then. It's been a long day." He said as he left a thinking Sherlock at his desk.
The mirror was foggy by the time John had stripped and was ready to get in. The warm water running through his hair and down his back, dripping steadily onto the tub floor. He stood there for a few minutes just enjoying the water, letting it was away his stress and all the thoughts of the day. He grab his soap and started to lather, smelling something sweet, probably some kind of fruit or something in the soap. Suddenly the curtain jostled and two very long hands wrapped around him, a mouth kissing his shoulder, and a naked body pulling him closer.
"Sherlock." John said almost angrily, could he not get a moment's peace. But his protests soon turned into more of a moan. "Sherlock...Sher..."
"I thought that was an invitation, I see I was right. "He mumbled in between kisses, slowly moving up John's neck before turning him around and moving his way to his lips. John wasn't sure if Sherlock had ever had a lover, or had ever found someone he deemed worthy of loving, but whatever the case he was remarkable. He knew every spot to make John beg.
"Sher...we need to go slow..I have never done this before." John said looking at Sherlock's hungry eyes once more. "With a man."
"Did you want to stop?" Sherlock asked still running his fingers over his sides, letting the water fall over them.
"No, um. No, just slow."
"I can go slow." Sherlock said as he gently kissed John's lips before departing and making his was down the blonde's chest. Moving his kisses around until he found a nipple and sucked it lightly, bring his hands down to the doctor's tight ass as he did. Making John moan, which only egged him on.
Sherlock moved his head lower and lower until his mouth it found its intended target. He moved so he was on his knees with his nose in John's groin, making him shudder. Sherlock laid little kissed onto John's already hard cock, before swallowing as much as he could. Both men were well endowed making what Sherlock was doing no easy task. Tasting John's sweet and salty cock in his mouth, he took as much as he could, swirling his tongue from the base to the tip and back again, feeling John buck himself into Sherlock's mouth. Sherlock could feel John's pleasure building, hearing his moans get louder and louder, his legs shaking to the point he needed to grab the wall for support. First moaning his name before beginning unintelligible sounds of delight.
"Sher...Sher!" John managed to get out as a warning before exploding into his flatmates waiting mouth. Sherlock swallowed all he could, riding the waves of John's orgasm, managing to take almost all he could give, missing only a few drops that the water quickly washed away before John pulled him back up into a kiss, strong, deep, and passionate. Making all other kisses feel weak in comparison.
"Now it's your turn." John panted, taking in as much air as he could, before slowly making his way down and grasping Sherlock hard shaft, using the water as a lube, he ran his hand back and forth his grip tight, but his touch soft. John knew it wouldn't take long, Sherlock's deep baritone sounds booming in the small bathroom. Within moment Sherlock released, spraying John's face and chest with pearly white strings of cum.
"Oh god, that was fantastic." John said as he kissed him through the rain of the shower. Washing Sherlock's warm spray away.
"Agreed." Sherlock said as he turned off the water and stepped out of the shower, holding a towel for the doctor to grab. "Now, you need to dry off." Sherlock gave him a mischievous grin, even adding a wink for effect.
John just smiled and jumped out, his legs still wobbly, taking the towel and wrapping it around his waist before pulling Sherlock towards his and kissing him once more tasting that deep saltiness he craved. "Okay."