Sherlock rarely ever brings women home. Usually when he feels the need to have sex, he finds a man who wants Sherlock to take anything he needs. So it surprises John when he finds a woman.
John is practically straight. Mostly. He would be completely straight if he didn't want to fuck Sherlock senseless. He's never been interested in another man besides Sherlock. But somewhere down the line, he realized that he wanted Sherlock.
But Sherlock is confused and fragile and doesn't want to lose John, so they've never done anything about their sexual tension. And it is there. They know it, Mycroft knows it, Mrs. Hudson knows it, hell even the skull on the mantle knows it. They've just never done anything about it.
So one night, Sherlock's antsy and restless, so John says to him, "You need to get laid."
Sherlock looks at him curiously. "Are you offering?"
John looks at him hopefully. "Are you accepting?"
Sherlock smirks. "No."
"Then I'm not offering," John playfully replies.
Sherlock laughs and stands. "I'm going out then. Don't expect me back," he says before grabbing his coat and leaving.
Sherlock wanders for a while before finding a club he wants to go to. He has criteria for people he's looking for; must be his age, attractive, and, well, easy. Sometimes he goes to gay bars, but tonight he wants to scout all the options, so he goes to a regular club.
After talking to a few people for a while, he sees her. She's a few years younger than him, which he accepts, beautiful, petite, and blonde. Sherlock spots her across the large room and she looks him up in down as he does to her. Then she smirks at him, leaving him there to watch her walk away.
Finally Sherlock finds her again. He wants her, he knows that. When he approaches her and sees her up close, he sees that she is practically the female version of John: small, sandy blonde hair, dark blue eyes, pert nose, skinny lips. He smiles at her, all while thinking that she's exactly what he wants.
After talking to her for a while, Sherlock leans over and smoothly kisses her. She gladly kisses him back and smiles when he breaks away.
"Let's get out of here," she says. He nods and leads her out of the bar.
In the cab to Baker Street, she scoots into the center seat and kisses him. Sherlock slides low onto the seat, pulling her low so the driver can't see them, and eagerly attacks her lips and tongue.
Soon she grows even more eager, grabbing Sherlock's half hard cock through his jeans and rubbing. Half hard transforms to full hard and he decides to repay her by sliding his hand up her shirt. She moans and attaches more to him, rubbing his cock harder still.
They arrive at 221B and Sherlock drags her upstairs after paying the cabbie. At the top of the stairs, he pushes her against the wall and invades her mouth once again. He places his hands on her hips and pulls her up into his arms, feeling her legs wrap around him. He absentmindedly ruts against her, making her moan loud.
Suddenly aware that they're still outside the door to his flat, Sherlock opens the door and walks inside with her still on him. Their tongues still sliding together and Sherlock still carrying her, he takes her to his bedroom. On the way, he bumps one or two things, causing loud sounds to echo through the silent flat.
Finally at his bed, he drops her down and lays over her. She wraps her arms around his neck as he slides his hands down her torso to her jeans. Sherlock undoes the button and zip, then sits back on his heels and pulls her jeans off, leaving her underwear. She sits up and pulls her top off.
Sherlock stays in that position and quickly pulls his shirt off, revealing his beautiful pale chest. She bites her lip and runs her hands down his chest, then reaches his belt and unbuckles it with a loud clank. He smiles and bends low to kiss her some more as she unbuttons and unzips him.
Sherlock stands and takes his jeans off, then joins her back on the bed. He kisses her neck, making her moan and move her hips against him.
She quickly flips him over so he's on his back and she's on top of him, her hands on either side of his head and her upper body hardly touching him. Her lower body, however, shamelessly begins to hump him through two pairs of underwear. The friction is good for Sherlock, and he moans and arches his back.
Soon he gets his head on again and strokes up her back, finally finding her bra clasp and unbuttoning it. She sits up still on his cock and let's him pull her bra off of her. He sits up and takes one of her breast into his mouth, teasing her nipple with his tongue. Her hands find his long hair as she cries out.
Sherlock flips her over again so he's on top once more, this time their heads facing his bedroom door. He kisses down her, pausing at her nipples then continuing south. He delicately removes her underwear, tossing them at the rest of their clothes and redirecting his attention to her.
Sherlock sticks one finger into his mouth, making his finger wet before running it over her clit. She looks down at him and moans; he looks up at her and smiles. He continues to run his finger over her before replacing his finger with his tongue. She grabs his hair and loudly moans, arching off the bed and towards his tongue.
He slowly licks her, then opens his mouth and sucks her clit into his mouth, teasing her with his tongue. She tugs his hair and cries out, trying to thrust up to his mouth. He holds her hips down and continues to service her.
After a few minutes, he takes a finger and slowly pushes it into her, making her cry out more. She tugs his hair and thrusts back onto his finger, and when he adds another she cries out even louder. He smiles with his tongue on her, he loves making people feel this way.
She quickly comes his way, making Sherlock smile even more. He sits back on his heels and pulls her fingers out of her. She smiles up at him, then sits up and pulls his cock out of his underwear. She strokes him while looking up at him smirking, then opens her mouth and takes him down her throat. He moans in surprise and runs hands through her hair. He bites his lip to suppress another loud moan when she sucks just the head of his cock.
Finally she pulls off him and lays back down. She stretches her arms over her head and says the first thing in many minutes. "Fuck me already," she says.
Sherlock smiles, leaning over her into the nightstand, pulling out a condom. He sits back again and takes it out of the wrapper, and when he's about to put it on, she grabs it.
"Let me," she says, placing it in her mouth and placing it on his cock that way. He smiles as he watches her do it, the site unbelievably sexy.
She lays back and he leans over her again, this time pushing his cock into her. They both arch and moan at the feeling; she wraps her legs around his waist and throws her arms over her head.
He wraps a hand around her waist, holding her in place while the other hand palms her chest. He pounds into her with force, each thrust making her moan.
After a few minutes, he decides to change position. He sits back and pulls one of her legs over his shoulder, then straddles her other leg. Her body slightly twists, making her lay almost on her side and making him slide deep into her. He holds her leg up as he easily and forcefully thrusts into her. She grabs the sheets and twists them in her hands, still moaning with each thrust.
After a particularly hard thrust, she cries out louder than she had before. Sherlock smiles and continues with his pace and force.
John hears her cry out all the way from his room. He instantly wakes up and realizes what's going on, but the fact that Sherlock is fucking a woman makes his curiosity rise. John wants to see for himself even just a glimpse. He pulls himself out of bed and tip toes downstairs.
When John arrives at Sherlock's door, he pushes the door open just two inches and spots Sherlock on the bed with a woman. He takes in the site of the girl's leg on Sherlock's shoulder as he forcefully thrusts into her.
Sherlock throws his head back with a loud groan, and as he is about to look back down at the woman under him, he sees John at the door. Sherlock smiles wickedly at John, then thrusts three quick and hard times, keeping eye contact with John.
John becomes instantly aroused. Seeing Sherlock like that has him under a spell, he doesn't even look at the woman until Sherlock lets her leg go and leans over her again.
Sherlock sucks on her ear lobe before whispering to her, "Do you mind if my flatware joins us?"
She looks at him, then twists to look at John, then looks up at Sherlock, smiles, and shakes her head. Sherlock smiles and leaves the bed, going to the door and pulling John in.
John smiles confusedly as Sherlock pulls him into the room, then lets his smile fade into a moan as Sherlock kisses him. It's their first kiss, but John doesn't think about that until later. What he thinks about is how brilliant Sherlock's tongue is on his.
Soon Sherlock grows more heated with John, pulling John's shirt off and pulling the string to his pajamas. John leaves off kissing Sherlock's mouth and decides to suck on the man's neck instead, while simultaneously reaching for Sherlock's cock.
Sherlock looks down at John's hand on him and groans. He reaches down to rip the condom off, then smiles as John reads his mind and sinks to his knees. John gladly takes Sherlock's cock into his mouth; this is all for Sherlock anyway.
Sherlock lets John suck his cock for a few minutes before pulling John back up and pushing him to the bed. John loses his pajamas and underwear along the way, then lays on the bed next to the girl.
"John," he says, politely introducing himself.
She rolls onto her side and kisses John, sucking his tongue into her mouth. John briefly wonders where the hell Sherlock found this woman, but he doesn't have time before he feels Sherlock's mouth on his cock.
John tears his face away from the girl because he does not want to miss this. And what he doesn't want to miss is perfect: Sherlock's pink lips stretching around him, Sherlock softening his mouth so John can go deeper, Sherlock sucking his head and tonguing his slit.
Sherlock pulls off John before John can come and sits back on his heels.
"What now?" Sherlock asks his bed mates.
The girl takes another condom from Sherlock's nightstand and hands it to him, then rolls over and backs up so she's in the direct center of Sherlock's bed. Sherlock and John both watch as she gets on her hands and knees. "You," she points at Sherlock, "Here," she points behind her. "And you," she points at John, "Here," she points in front of her.
Sherlock and John don't argue, they take their positions and wait for further instructions.
Further instructions includes the girl taking John's cock into her mouth and wiggling her hips, hoping Sherlock will catch on. He does, and in seconds he slips the condom on and sinks back into her. The angle makes her moan around John's cock, and he gazes at Sherlock with lust filled eyes as Sherlock pulls out of her and thrusts back in, again not breaking eye contact with John.
Sherlock and John watch each other, barely even noticing there's a woman between them. Sherlock runs his hands up and down her back, then up John's chest, eventually deciding to rest his hands on John's shoulders. Reaching forward, Sherlock's cock gets pressed deep into her with each small thrust.
John rubs Sherlock's arms in return, partially closing his eyes and beginning to lightly thrust into the warm mouth around him. Once they all get a nice rhythm, they all moan at each thrust and pull.
Sherlock and John, as if reading minds again, simultaneously decide to reach over the body between them and tangle their tongues together. Then everything for them feels complete. Sherlock thrusts hard and wild, making her suck John with force, making John stick his tongue deeper down Sherlock's throat, which eventually makes Sherlock cry out and come deep inside her, all the while still thrusting and making her come again around him.
Seeing Sherlock come, hearing his noises and watching his face, makes John finally cry out and come as well. He digs his fingers into Sherlock's forearms as he does so.
Sherlock slowly pulls out and discards the condom as John pulls away from her. She lies on the bed and catches her breath as John does the same.
"Wow," she says. "Amazing."
"Yes, I thought so," Sherlock says, joining her and John back on the bed.
When she catches her breath, she sits up and locates her underwear on the floor. "This was fun, boys," she says, pulling her clothes on.
"Thank you for being...up for it," Sherlock says with a smirk.
"My pleasure," she says, pulling her shirt on. "But a word of advice?" She pulls her pants up. "Just fuck each other next time."
John and Sherlock exchange a knowing glance. Sherlock then gets up to see her out, again thanking her for her time.
When he gets back to his bed, he joins John laying on his back staring at the ceiling.
"Well..." John says.
"Mmm," Sherlock sighs. "What made you join?" He decides to ask.
John awkwardly shifts. "Well, I was aroused by the site of you having sex. But…I was jealous."
"You were?"
John nods. "I didn't like seeing you with her. I was glad you got up and went to me."
"Me too," Sherlock agrees.
"But next time," John says, rolling over to face Sherlock. "Let's cut out the middle man."
Sherlock faces John and kisses him. He pulls away and nods. "No more middle man."
*Written in boredom and writer's block of other stories going on. Thanks for reading. Please review!