Chapter 1: Next Morning

John woke up alone. The other side of the bed was cool, so Sherlock had been gone awhile. Sherlock-

John sat up, wincing slightly as his sore muscles protested, the previous night rushing back as he shook the sleep from his eyes...telling Sherlock he loved him, hearing it back, taking Sherlock to bed...

John sat there in shock. He'd slept with Sherlock Holmes. He'd slept with Sherlock bloody Holmes, and Sherlock hadn't complained; if anything, he'd encouraged John to keep going, to teach him, and then Sherlock had taken over and John had been begging for mercy, for more, for Sherlock to-to...

John got up, stumbling for the shower, trying to process his thoughts and feelings, unable to get Sherlock off his mind. The water relaxed his tense muscles and soothed the bite marks on his neck. Sherlock had been very exuberant when it was his turn and had insisted on kissing and biting every place his teeth and tongue and lips could reach at least twice. John let the water push the memories back and wash him clean. Stepping from the shower, he toweled dry and went back into his room, tugging on a clean pair of pajama bottoms and lying back down on the bed, his head finally starting to get used to the idea. The bed smelled of him and Sherlock, and John was overcome by a desire to see the man again, to talk to him, to take him. Grabbing his mobile, he texted Sherlock.

Miss you, Sherlock. -JW

Can't stop thinking about last night. -JW

You're bloody amazing, you know that?-JW

He was starting to think the detective was ignoring him when he got a response.

You flatter me too much, John. -SH

And I miss you too. -SH

You were fascinating. -SH

John grinned, feeling heat creep into his face.

I'm blushing. -JW

And I want to do it again. Soon. -JW

Addicted now, I see. -SH

Well, I should rephrase that. I want to do you again. -JW

And you bloody well know why. -JW

John hesitated, and then typed and sent three words.

I love you. -JW

Sherlock responded a few moments later.

My, my, Doctor Watson is being quite vocal. -SH

I love you too, John. -SH

That was all John needed to read.

Come home. -JW

Screw Lestrade, he can wait a day. -JW

It'll get you away from Anderson. -JW

He could just see the smirk that would make Sherlock's lips twitch at that last one.

I think you were delicious. -SH

Well, are. Be there soon. -SH

John was flushing like mad now, desire starting to burn in his gut.

In my room when you get here. -JW

Tempting. -SH

I should hope so. -JW

Pajama bottoms, no shirt. -JW

Lovely. -SH

Don't you want me to bring you milk? -SH

John raised an eyebrow, sure this was a joke. Sherlock never went to the store, and now was not the time for him to start.

You did say you want me to buy some... -SH

Screw. The. Milk. -JW

Later. We'll go together. -JW

His phone was silent, and John was growing restless, his mind assaulted with images, things he wanted to do, to try.

Thinking of you, want to run my hands through your hair. -JW

You're being such a tease. -SH

I know. -JW

I want you so bad I can't see straight. -JW

I'm going to suck you dry, you gorgeous doctor. -SH

Those words made John gasp, feeling his pants start to strain.

...I think I just got hard. -JW

Which was my intention. -SH

And you say I'm the tease. -JW

I just followed your example. -SH

You are the fastest learner I've ever met. -JW

John waited a few moments, impatience getting worse with every passing second.

How slow is your cab today? -JW

Indefinitely. -SH

Prat. -SH

"What?"

How am I a prat? -JW

You're the prat. -JW

But you're my prat. -JW

And I love you. -JW

Too much, John. -SH

Your girls will cry over you. -SH

What girls? I haven't held down a lasting relationship in ages as you well know. -JW

He heard footsteps and the door to the flat open and close.

Is that you downstairs? -JW

Well, the girls you always date. Too bad for them that I won't let you go. -SH

John felt a rush of warmth flood him, a smile of joy crossing his features.

I'd hope not. I don't want you to. -JW

I'm not going to let you go either. -JW

Good. At least we have a mutual agreement. -SH

And yes, I'm downstairs. -SH

"About bloody time."

Thank god. -JW

But I won't go there yet. -SH

Where? Up here?-JW

You lost me, genius. -JW

Up on your body, doctor. Me hovering above you. -SH

While pressing kisses all over your wondrous body. -SH

"Oh, Christ..."

Just drank some water. Here I come. -SH

John heard Sherlock's footsteps on the stairs. "Door's open," he called.

"How very enchanting, John," Sherlock purred as he slowly opened the door.

It took all of John's willpower to stay on the bed when all he wanted was to run to Sherlock's arms, shove the detective against the door and kiss him into oblivion. Sherlock smirked as he stayed where he was, taking off his shirt as he tried to be as antagonizingly slow as possible. "I thought you were on at the clinic today, darling."

"Traded with Sarah today." Darling! John couldn't lie still and got up, slowly walking toward Sherlock. "Missed you," he murmured, sliding the man's shirt the rest of the way off ans wrapping his arms around the detective's neck.

"You clingy prat," Sherlock murmured affectionately as his hands snaked down to cup John's arse. "Maybe I should go away for a week...we'll see how that would affect us."

John growled as Sherlock groped him, slowly backing Sherlock up so he was against the wall. "I think I'd lose my mind," he whispered, breathing on Sherlock's neck, not touching him with his lips yet.

"We should have done this earlier..." Sherlock trailed off as he slowly tugged the pajama bottoms down, revealing a very taut and aroused John. "We could have enjoyed our bodies more."

"We have all the time in the world now." John undid Sherlock's belt, slowly pulling it out of the man's trousers before unbuttoning the black fabric and sliding it off Sherlock.

The taller man hissed as his manhood was revealed, and he unconsciously squeezed John's arse as he stepped out of his trousers and pants. "You're my universe now, Doctor Watson," he moaned.

That's all John needed. Shoving Sherlock back, trapping him against the wall, John kissed him, pressing their lips together, tongue fighting for entrance into Sherlock's mouth, the detective agonizingly denying him. Sherlock finally opened his mouth and welcomed John's very much excited tongue, dancing with it in a fiery, passionate way. Their moans were the song they were following, and their bodies were enjoying the rhythm. "J-John..."

"Yes?" John didn't want to stop, but something in Sherlock's voice made him hesitate. Withdrawing slightly, he looked up at the detective. "Is everything ok? Are you ok?"

He needed John... he needed John right now. Sherlock never gave in to his carnal pleasures before this, but with his doctor, everything changed. "Take me, please..."

"Gladly." John kissed Sherlock again, pulling him over to the bed. They fell on the mattress together, bodies tangling together, hands stroking and grabbing and pulling. Sherlock let John do all he wanted on him-he knew that this was what he wanted all along. All these repressed emotions, finally being revealed during their love-making underneath, or this time, on their sheets. "Mhm...Johnn," he purred, hands roaming here and there to touch every inch skin he could.

John rolled on top of Sherlock, straddling the taller man without breaking the kiss. The doctor began grinding against his consulting detective, their arousals stroking each other, pressing Sherlock into the sheets that smelled of John. Sherlock groaned in despair-he wanted, no, needed more of this great, wonderful man. Sherlock's kisses turned more desperate, hips bucking up to feel more of that delicious friction. John grinned against Sherlock's perfect cupid's bow mouth. "Now who' s addicted," he purred, running his hands through the detective's hair, losing himself in the dark curls.

"Shut it," Sherlock growled, nipping John's already puffy lower lip to stop him from embarrassing him more while squeezing his right arse tenderly. He did love John, but as one not used to the feeling, he still wasn't very sure if his raw passion was fine.

"Relax, this is normal you adorable idiot," John chuckled as he saw Sherlock's anxiety in his eyes, growling softly as Sherlock groped him again. Reluctantly leaving the detective's mouth, John kissed his way down his lover's chest, paying attention to the man's pert nipples before kissing all the way down to Sherlock's shaft, kissing the tip very gently.

Sherlock would have questioned how John actually knew what was going through his mind, but his kisses, his hot attention on his body blurred everything else. He became a helpless heap of moaning idiot under the power of John's mouth, with hips uncontrollably spazzing to have more of his lover's attention. "P-please...John..."

John's tongue flicked out, swirling around the tip of Sherlock's cock before pulling the detective into his mouth, sucking and licking for a moment before getting to work. The raven-haired man gasped out with the wetness, and his fingers immediately clutched for the comfort of the bed sheets. He didn't want to cause John any pressure, but he also wanted more...emotions really were too tedious.

John established a steady rhythm before reaching for Sherlock's hands. He placed the tapered fingers in his hair before is own hands went to grasp Sherlock's hips for support, gently pressing Sherlock to the bed. John Watson was perfect-he was too perfect for him. Groaning like one in heat, Sherlock urged John on by massaging his scalp, pulling the hairs once in a while. "I...I'm c-close...J-john...gorgeous John..."

...and John pulled off, kissing Sherlock's cock again before climbing back up to kiss his consulting detective. "I want you inside me," he moaned into Sherlock's mouth.

Sherlock almost complained at the sudden stop of the pleasure, but he was taken aback with the kiss and the request. That was...damn. Placing his hands firmly on the blonde's shoulders, he flipped their positions and a mischievous-looking detective smirked at John. "Your wish is my command..."

John gasped as Sherlock's mouth went to work on his torso, squirming under Sherlock's playful touch. Sherlock moved his right hand to tease more of John's cock, only to gather the man's precum to moisten his very naughty fingers. As his mouth suckled and claimed the blonde, his fingers went inside that tight hole, scissoring their way inside.

John gasped and moaned, hands flying to Sherlock's hair and face. "Kiss me," he breathed, body twitching. "Kiss me when you enter me."

Deeming that John was already prepared to welcome his needy manhood, Sherlock raised his face again, but not kissing the other just yet. "I'll stop when it hurts, all right?", he murmured. Slowly, he guided his cock inside the hole, entering with caution as his lips finally sought John's. John whimpered, kissing back with complete abandon. "If you stop, I'll..." the threat trailed off as Sherlock's tongue stroked his.

Sherlock groaned as he pushed forward some more, letting his entire length be squeezed by John's tightness. Oh! "J-John!"

"Sherlock!" John couldn't breathe, adjusting to feeling so full. Even after doing this the night before, he didn't know if he ever would get used to it.

Sherlock paused inside, and, to distract John even for just a bit, he decided to playfully suckle on the blonde's tongue. John moaned loudly, hands burying themselves in Sherlock's dark curls. His lips brushed Sherlock's whenever they could, the taller man driving him wild with desire.

"All right?" Sherlock moaned on John's lips as their tongues continued to dance with fervor and appreciation. He was definitely addicted.

John's hips bucked against Sherlock's, pulling the detective as close as he physically could, growling softly, "Fuck me, Sherlock Holmes."

With that encouragement, Sherlock growled back. He pulled himself out, but not without a strong hiss, before pushing himself in again. Out, in, out, in, the detective making sure to hit John's prostate.

John whimpered and squeaked as Sherlock hit his sweet spot every single time; for a man who had been a virgin the night before, Sherlock was bloody amazing in bed. The noises he was making were going straight to John's balls and heart. He kissed back, trailing his lips down the detective's jawbone to his neck, John's lips fixing themselves to the tender skin just above Sherlock's jugular.

He could do this for hours-for days, even. The thrill of a murder was nothing compared to the high that John was so generously providing him. And in response, Sherlock knew that he had to give his all. He had to lavish his lover with everything he had. Pushing in more roughly after he changed his angle, the detective gripped the blonde's waist tighter, holding on to make his thrusts deeper.

John cried out, the pleasure of it all driving him mad. He didn't care if Sherlock left bruises in his hips, he just wanted to be closer the man, the detective, his brilliant lover. Feeling high and coy and very playful, John brought his gaze back to Sherlock's before taking one of the detective's hands and putting it on his very hard cock. "Please," he whispered.

Sherlock made his rhythm in stroking John's very hard and huge length in time with his thrusts. And because all of his weight was now placed on the other (although he knew that this wasn't much of an inconvenience since he didn't weigh much anyway), their thrusts and the music of their moans filled their room. Mrs. Hudson might even kill them later, but that was not a problem. He teased John's head with a flick of his finger, making sure that it was at the same time with his poke on the man's prostate.

John shuddered, feeling his body clench and unclench, head rolling back as his back arched, pressing him closer to Sherlock. "Yes, oh God! Fuck me! Sherlock, you're amazing!"

Sherlock knew that he was close from the string of curses pouring from his own mouth; he wasn't conscious of them anymore. "Shit...fuck John-...yes...yes, come for me, for me..." Again and again Sherlock thrust in John, and again and again did he feel the intense pleasure.

Sherlock's cursing pushed John over the edge, shuddering, thrashing, clenching around Sherlock's cock, coming all over Sherlock's chest and hand, crying the detective's name in wonder and bliss.

Feeling his length being squeezed inside, it only took two more thrusts until Sherlock follows with his own climax, shouting out John's name with complete abandon. He continued thrusting lightly to ride out the waves of pleasure while the doctor's hole continued milking his manhood. John rode out Sherlock's orgasm, thrilled to hear Sherlock shouting his name of all things and in such a desperate, pleasured, perfect baritone voice.

It was good to share the post-orgasmic wonder with a beautiful man. "Lovemaking in...the middle of the afternoon..." He would have chuckled were his lips not being captured by his lover. "It's good..."

John smiled, breaking contact so he could look into Sherlock's piercing blue gaze, softened by his release. "It is, isn't it?" His hands gently rubbed his lover's naked body, fingers dancing down the detective's ribs, delighted to discover Sherlock twitched when John's fingers dragged over his ribcage. "Is the great Sherlock Holmes...ticklish?" John felt his lips twitch into a smirk. Oh, this would be fun.

Widening his eyes at the passing of nimble hands on a sensitive part, Sherlock grumbled. He should have been prepared for this, but it was better for John to find out now. At least he could be on his guard next time. "Of.. of course not!" he protested, nipping John's lower lip as if reprimanding him. "Don't be ridiculous."

"Liar," John purred, rolling them over so he was straddling Sherlock, nimble fingers stroking and brushing the detective's ribs, giggling as Sherlock squirmed underneath him.

Sherlock was helpless; he was wriggling and struggling to get free of those deadly tickles, but he just couldn't escape. He was controlling his laughter as well, and his face contorted weirdly in doing so. "J-John..! No...John!" Some more chuckles, and Sherlock even tried to tickle his lover back, failing. John laughed, speeding up, fingers flying to Sherlock's armpits and knees now, experimenting, testing, planning to try the detective's feet last. "You can't keep your laughter in forever, Sherlock."

"I'm...I...You..." Sherlock said breathlessly, still wiggling like an idiot underneath this gorgeous man. "I'll...John! I'll-you'll p-pay for this!" Finally giving up, loud, rich laughter echoed in the room, and Sherlock succumbed to everything else.

"You can try!" John's voice was sing-song as he slid his fingers down Sherlock, drinking in the sound of the man's laughter, brushing over the detective's sensitive member before settling for the detective's feet. Sitting on Sherlock's ankles to keep him from escaping, John went to work, stroking the soles of Sherlock's feet, flicking and tickling the toes, his body shaking with laughter, taunting his detective. "Bet you can't make me stop!"

When Sherlock had the will, he could have the strength of a rhinoceros. He laughed loudly, not really liking the sound that much, but once he mastered the stimulus, he grasped John's shoulders tightly and switched their positions. Sherlock was now straddling John's waist and legs, a triumphant smirk tugging upon his lips. "Oh yes, I can, Doctor Watson."

John gasped at the speed with which Sherlock reversed their positions, suddenly nervous and excited, his body buzzing. Raising one eyebrow at his lover, he said, "Oh, really? "

"Yes, sweetheart," Sherlock growled, but not before attacking John's wonderful neck with open-mouthed kisses. He went down, licking his throat, then continued with kissing the blonde's shoulder and chest. John's eyes fluttered closed, utter bliss settling over him. "Sherlock, your tongue is fantastic," he moaned, one hand finding Sherlock's cheek and stroking it.

He looked up at John and smirked, only to put in his lips the bud that so teasingly taunted to be taken. Sherlock knew that John was ready for another round, and he was willing to provide that just to see that wanton look on the beautiful man's face again. John met Sherlock's gaze, face flushing rapidly. He knew it wouldn't be long before he was hard again, and it looked like Sherlock was going to help get him there. Just the thought of Sherlock's cupid bow lips around his cock made the sore member twitch and start to grow hard.

Suckling hard on John's nipple, Sherlock's left hand went on to tease the other, while his right caressed the blonde's stomach. "Made you..stop, Doctor." He made sure that his words vibrated against John's chest to make him squirm some more. "What do you want me to do, mhm?"

"You distracted me is what you did," John whimpered. Sherlock was everywhere once more, setting the doctor's body on fire. "I want you to suck me, and then I want to fuck you."

Just hearing John like that made Sherlock moaned deeply. "I'd like to ride you, darling..." he murmured against the bud he was still lavishing. Deeming it already well-prepared, the raven-haired man moved his lips down, making sure that his tongue still was tasting John's skin.

John wound his fingers in the dark curls once more as his cock snapped to attention. "Hurry, love..." he breathed.

Tasting a bit of John's release on his stomach only invigorated Sherlock, and he moved down quickly without warning, taking in John's whole length in his mouth. John groaned as Sherlock's hot, wet mouth closed around him, tightening his drip in the detective's hair. Sherlock made sure that his tongue twirled and lapped all of John's precum, sucking softly, teasing the doctor below him, cupping John's balls and massaging one delicately. He pulled away with a pop, and proceeded to lick his length, then suckle his other ball.

John growled roughly, yanking away from Sherlock and pinning him to the bed, kissing the man hard, tongue flicking in and out of Sherlock's mouth the way his cock would soon be thrusting in and out of the detective. Sherlock moaned helplessly underneath this raging beauty. If he had only known how much John would lavish him, he would have courted this man ages ago. He responded with equal passion, letting their fluids mix and their desires match with each other. John reached down, stroking Sherlock's length, gathering the precum on his fingers before slipping one into Sherlock's entrance, stroking gently.

"J-John..." It was a bit painful to be breached like this, but he knew, judging from John's reactions, that it would be glorious afterwards. He bucked his hips to allow the finger to dig deeper in his entrance. John worked fast, adding his second and third fingers when Sherlock relaxed enough, continuing to kiss Sherlock's swollen lips, whispering "I love you" against them, letting Sherlock swallow his words.

Sherlock was drowning with John's love, and he knew that he could never choose anyone else anymore. As a response, Sherlock bucked his hips more, signifying that he was ready. John positioned himself, tip just brushing his prepared lover. Taking a deep breath, he kissed Sherlock hard and rough as he slid in. Distracted by the sweet and delicious kiss, Sherlock hardly felt the breach until he realized that John was already inside him. "Fuck..." he muttered against their mouths, eyes shutting in both pain and pleasure.

John felt a rush of desire as he heard Sherlock curse, knowing that he was the one doing this to the man. He kissed him harder, tongue stroking the detective's as he started to thrust in and out of Sherlock. Sherlock's hands gripped John's arse to push him in more with every thrust, tongue battling for dominance as their lower bodies continued to grind together. His prostate was touched oh-so-perfectly, and he re-adjusted his hips to receive total pampering. This animal side of Sherlock was something John never thought he'd get used to. Moaning into the detective's mouth as John felt the younger man's hands grope him hard, John sped up, striking Sherlock's prostate with each movement as he continued to ravish Sherlock's mouth.

"C-close...John!" Sherlock almost screamed as the pleasure overwhelmed him. He wanted more-he wanted everything from John. He wanted John. He needed John. "Come on..." he cooed over and over again while teeth were now involved in their furious kisses. "Some more...John... "

"What? What do you need?" John was dangerously close as well.

"You..." he gasped out. "Your hot and heavy cock to ahh! s-spill your deliciousness i-in me..."

John groaned, loving when Sherlock talked this way. Breaking the kisses to stare into Sherlock's eyes, he whispered, "Come with me."

A nod, and Sherlock clutched his own manhood and started to stroke it at the same rhythm that they were following. They were like animals who were repressed from any sexual encounters since their birth, but it was all the more better like this. "Ahh...J-John..."

"Scream my name," John growled, thrusting has hard as he could.

"John...John..." Sherlock said again and again, the volume increasing as he felt being on the edge. "JOHN!" finally screaming out his name, spurts of hot, white seeds spilled into his fingers and onto their stomachs as his climax came. Sherlock's desperation had John cresting, and the start of the other man's climax sent him flying over the edge, coming in Sherlock, hips pounding erratically as he rode out both their orgasms, screaming the detective's name, Sherlock clenching deliciously around him.

Spent and still muttering John's name even though his breathing was much more voiced out, Sherlock immediately snaked his hands on John's waist and pulled him to his body, not even letting the other man's cock out of him completely yet. He just wanted this-to be one with and filled up by someone he loved.

I don't own these characters, though God knows I wish I did. I just get to play with my wonderful co-writer Aoife. Thank you, my darling Sherlock! There will be 8 chapters as soon as I finish editing. It's all written. :)