High on adrenaline, Sherlock Holmes slammed the front door behind him and cast off his scarf. Glancing at his watch he shouted for his flat mate. Then he quickly put his coat on the rack and covered it with a green parka. His jacket went on the hand-railing, his shoes were taken off whilst he jumped up the stairs taking two or three steps at a time in his ascent.
"John?" he bellowed again clutching onto his shoes unto the first floor where he dumped them on a pile of trainers and worn-outs. Sleeves uncuffed he started unbuttoning his shirt ignoring John who stared at him from his armchair by the fireplace. "Need you upstairs, John" Sherlock shouted dropping his shirt on the stairs and discarding his belt, "NOW!" John got up and followed. "And leave that jumper!" Puzzled, John took off his jumper and placed it on the railing. Then he rushed after his flat mate who – to his surprise – was upsetting the covers of his bed – only wearing a pair of black underpants. Contemplating the mess he had just made ever so briefly, Sherlock looked at his watch again and gave a small yelp, "Your shirt! Off!"
"What?" John stared. "You heard me!"
"Why?" Although unnerved, John started undoing the buttons of his shirt, wondering what Sherlock was up to, when the detective skillfully unzipped him and stripped him of his trousers.
"No time to explain. Hurry up!" Sherlock hissed and then tore the other man's shirt off. Wrestling John out of his t-shirt, Sherlock promised to buy him new clothes. Then he pushed the sturdier man towards the bed and coaxed him into falling on top of himself.
"Sherlock," John managed quite shocked.
"John," said Sherlock rather unemotionally before struggling against John's weight and claiming the top position, "Trust me". Lying still he listened. Yes. That was the front door. Four minutes. Corridor. Stairs. Landing. Study. Three and a half.
"Sher-" John began but was silenced by a kiss so forceful and violent it took John's breath away. He moaned as he felt the younger man press into him and he tried to push away the fact that he was not trying to push Sherlock away but that he was getting turned on by this. Him. Sherlock. This was wrong, but it felt so- God, yes. Sherlock rubbed against him and John reached out for the other body. He toyed Sherlock's waistband and finally maneuvered one hand inside the young man's pants. Sherlock flinched. He had not seen this coming. He had expected John to be more reluctant. Yet, here he was gently caressing his underbelly. Sherlock arched back a little, "Don't-," but John had already found what he had been feeling for. Or rather he had not. Sherlock shifted abruptly and blushed, cursing himself for not having thought this through properly, obviously. His mind raced as he was trying to think of a way out. This had gone out of hand. Never had John been to find out. Especially not like this. Sherlock wanted to run and hide, but for some unknown reason, John held him firmly in place and hissed, "Don't you dare". Sherlock averted his eyes from his friend. Surely the doctor was disgusted. He expected an explanation. But Sherlock had none. He could think of nothing to say. Except, "I'm sorry. I. Should have warned you. This. I'm not. I mean I am. There is no-," he stammered and still tried to move off, but John kept him back whispering, "Don't you dare pull back now. It's. Alright". The younger man gulped and felt tears welling up behind his eyes. John didn't mind. A massive weight seemed to be lifted off him. Incredulous, he gave in to John, who claimed possession of those lips again and began exploring, stroking, teasing, groping, verifying until he felt Sherlock push into his touch. No hair, John registered with a smile while his hand was slowly making love to Sherlock, or he to his hand. He? Definitely. Despite-
"John-," the moan was nearly inaudible. Stairs. Second landing. One minute.
"You. Like. That," the doctor stated between rasped breaths, tightening the grip on the slim buttocks. Sherlock purred and struggled against losing control of himself completely. John's skin was hot and he felt the heat radiating against his own pale flesh. Nobody had ever done this to him, and he wished it would never end.