Hey there! I hope you enjoy the story, I've worked fairly hard on it. If you see any mistakes, please tell me! I'd love to know. This is my first fanfic, and.. Well, I'm terrified. c:
Chapter 1:
It was early in the morning when John becomes conscious again. He slowly opens his eyes, his vision blurry for a few seconds as he wakes up completely. He yawns and sits up, looking around. The familiar white walls and tan curtains meet his eyes, and he looks down beside himself to see Sherlock still peacefully sleeping. He smiles and bends over Sherlock quietly, kissing him on his jaw, right below his ear.
"Sherlock, it's time to get up." Sherlock groans and opens one eye, looking back at him.
"Not right now, it's too early." He whines, and John rolls his eyes fondly.
"You are completely ridiculous." Sherlock closes his eye again and turns over to face away from him, his bare back pale and john sees a few love-bites and scratches from the night before, eliciting a blush from him. He shakes his head, clearing the vulgar thoughts away, and looks at the clock, yawning. "Sherlock, it's 11:00 am, you need to get up."
Sherlock groans again and mumbles, "Maybe in a few minutes." into his pillow, his arms underneath it, holding it against his face. John shakes his head and shifts around, putting his legs over the side of the bed, the pads of his feet hitting the cold wooden floor. He shivers and stands up, stretching, and makes his way to the bathroom, looking in the mirror to see his graying blonde hair disheveled. He rubs his eyes, getting the sleep out of them, his eyelids heavy. He yawns again and runs some cold water, cupping some and splashing his face. With a jolt his mind becomes less fuzzy and he grabs his toothbrush, scrubbing at his teeth with the minty paste. Sherlock wanders in behind him and sleepily turns the shower on, letting it warm up and he pulls off his pants, leaving himself naked. John blushes furiously and focuses on brushing, Sherlock's hair messy and adorable, his eyes mostly closed. It always pleases John to see Sherlock when he wakes up, so out of his usual perfect self. His hair tangled, his body slumped, all of it. After a moment the shower starts steaming and Sherlock steps in, the water cascading down is thin and angular body.
"I might join you in a moment. Rather not waste any water." John smiles at his own comment, running his hand through his hair. 'I should really get this trimmed. It's getting shaggy.' He picks up his electric shaver, turning it on and running the vibrating blades over his stubbly cheeks. 'Ah, much better.' He straightens up, running his hand over his chin. The short hairs fall into the sink, and he turns the water on to wash them down the drain. John reaches down and hooks his thumbs in the hem of his pants, pushing them down and stepping out of them, left foot first. He walks over to the light gray shower curtain and pulls it to the side, stepping in. Sherlock opens his eyes and smiles when he sees John, his curly dark brown hair even darker from being wet.
"Glad you joined me. I was getting lonely." Sherlock chuckles and brushes the flat of his thumb over John's cheek lovingly, and John smiles.
"I thought you might enjoy it. Goodness you like the water hot." As he says this the scorching hot water hits his chest, turning his skin a raw pink. He hums in pleasure and steps forward, inches from Sherlock in the small shower. He chuckles lightly and pushes Sherlock's hair away from his face, the soaking wet locks sticking to his skin. Sherlock looks over John, studying him in his usual manner, his eyes traveling down John's body; taking in the scar on his left shoulder, the sparse hair on his chest, the faint lines of a six-pack from his soldier days, his biceps and strong but contrastively gentle hands. He keeps trailing his eyes down, blushing when he looks at his groin, the light hair there making his cheeks flush, and he clears his throat, making eye-contact and realizing John had been talking to him.
"Sorry, ah, what did you say?" John rolls his eyes and laughs, Sherlock watching him closely.
"I said that we have a lunch date today at a crime scene, and I hope you feel up for some take-out Thai." Sherlock nods and John gets the shampoo, pouring a quarter-sized drop in his palm, spreading it over Sherlock hair. He steps closer and starts scrubbing it into his scalp with the pads of his fingers.
"Oh, yes, Thai sounds fine. So, we're looking at a double homicide, right? A man and a woman?" John looks into Sherlock's eyes and hums out an, "Mhmm" in affirmation. After a moment John steps back and lets Sherlock rinse his hair off, Sherlock returning the favor, John closes his eyelids in approval, the scalp massage feeling lovely. Sherlock leans forward, moving his hands behind John's head and pulling him into a kiss, the water running over both of them as their lips meld together. John smiles against Sherlock's lips and his lips part slightly, his tongue running over the other man's pink lips, asking. Sherlock parts his lips as well, leaning into the kiss, and he runs his tongue along the inside of John's lower lip, John humming his approval. He presses the tip of his tongue against Sherlock's and they move back and forth against each other, wrapping around and tasting. John moans and Sherlock moves his hands down to John's lower back, pulling them together. He grins when he feels the his arousal pressing into his upper thigh, and he grinds into him gently as they kiss. John pulls away breathlessly and looks into Sherlock's eyes.
"Oh dear god, just fuck me now." His voice is slightly strained and Sherlock smirks, basically purring at the sound of John's flustered voice. He kisses John and turns off the shower head as he picks John up, John wrapping his legs around Sherlock's waist and Sherlock walks them over to the bed, laying John down on the soft mattress, still soaking wet. John looks up into Sherlock's eyes, and Sherlock returns the gaze, heated and lustful. John bites his lip as the other man leans down, kissing the sensitive part of his neck, right behind his ear. He moans as he feels Sherlock lick his earlobe teasingly, then nibbling on his neck and sucking. John moves his hand and tangles it in Sherlock's hair as he runs his fingers nails gently across his back, earning a groan in response. Sherlock trails his lips over John's collar-bone and kisses his way to his nipple, grinning mischievously as he flicks it with his tongue, making John's grip tighter. He pulls away, John retracting his hands, and let's the younger man spread his legs open, his calves on his shoulders. Sherlock smiles down at John, taking his erection in his hand and stroking, base to tip, three times. John moans loudly and closes his eyes in pleasure, pre-ejaculate already dripping from his tip, and Sherlock lines himself up with John's entrance, grabbing a small bottle of lubricant, and pouring it on his cock. He strokes himself a few times, spreading it around and nudges his tip into John's hole as a warning.
"Are you ready, John?" The older man nods and whimpers quietly, taking a hold oh Sherlock's forearm. Sherlock moves his left hand to John's side, his right still wrapped around John's cock. He pushes himself slowly into John, stretching him out slightly as he does and he let's out a moan, his eyebrows creased as he passes the tight ring of muscles, into John's soft warmth and he starts thrusting, slowly at first. John gasps when he feels Sherlock's cock hit his prostate, making waves of pleasure wash over him. He grips his forearm tighter, his nails digging into his skin slightly as his thrusts become faster.
"Ooohh, god damn Sherlock. You're so good." Sherlock grins and starts pumping in and out faster, his butt and legs visibly flexing with every thrust, and he feels the pleasure building in his lower stomach, spreading over his groin, and he works John's cock faster, his hand going up and down his shaft, spreading the precum along his length. John gasps and his face flushes as he starts to get close as well, and Sherlock slows down, his thrusts deliberate as he pulls out to his head, then pushes back in to his base. John groans in pleasure and leans his head back, Sherlock's hands working at the same pace as before. He feels his balls tighten and he strokes John harder and faster, his grip tightening slightly, wanting to finish the shorter man before himself. He moan and John grip the bed sheets has he bucks up into Sherlock's hand, his cock starting to throb as his warm cum explodes out in time with his throbs, and the tightening of his muscles around Sherlock pushes him over the edge, making him come inside John's ass. John shivers when he feels Sherlock finish, and watches as he pulls out, laying beside him, breathless.
"Th-thank you. I love that, it gives my mind a momentary break." John smiles at him and kisses the corner of his mouth.
"No, thank you. I like it to, y'know." Sherlock blushes and stands up, helping John up and the doctor moves past Sherlock, digging in the dresser and tossing Sherlock his clothes, getting his own as well. Sherlock smiles, watching John dress in a green jumper and worn jeans, pulling on work boots. 'Always the responsible one. So brave and strong, but so gentle and timid.' Sherlock unfolds his clothes and pulls on his charcoal coloured slacks, and dark blue button-up, pushing his arms through the sleeves of a matching charcoal blazer.
"Shall we be off then?" He's still looking at John who smiles up at him and nods.
"Yes, it's almost 1, so we should be off." Sherlock nods and gets his signature flowing trench coat, pulling it on as John gets on his leather jacket. John smiles and walks to Sherlock, kissing him gently on the lips. 'so bloody handsome.' John takes Sherlock hand after he puts on his leather dress shoes and they walk out of the flat, down the stairs, and Sherlock kisses Mrs. Hudson on the cheek as usual, leaving and hailing a taxi. Sherlock opens the door and John gets in, nodding his thanks, and waits as his boyfriend walks around the back, getting in on the other side and directing the taxi driver. John puts his hand on Sherlock's knee who smiles fondly in response, and they head to the crime scene.