Slowly the unusual couple took the wooden stairs up to the second floor under the watchful eyes of at least half of the club. Sherlock knew most people watched him when he danced, but now his effect on the guests was intensified by what felt like a thousand times, as the good doctor guided him gently but with firm movements towards their destination for this part of the evening.
There will still a couple of viewers who couldn't believe what they were seeing. The unbreakable Sherly had finally accepted an offer to play and slowly the rumour spread in the club, that the guy with her had to be "the one" she mentioned a couple of times before.
John wasn't what most expected him to be though. Everyone thought he had to be a tall and cold guy who played with Sherly's heart. Instead he looked dominant but still very affectionate and honest. And of course he was way smaller, especially when Sherly had the advantage of high heels.
Neither of them had spoken a word after Sherlock had grabbed John's hand a couple of minutes ago. When they reached the top of the stairs, John decided it was time to sort at least some things out, for he feared it could be their only night together.
"Well, from what I have seen, I take it you're a quite submissive person. As much as I just want to start having fun with you, I need to ask you some questions, Sherly. Simple answers, no bitchy comments or deductions about my past sex life. First of all – are you sure you want to have sex with me?"
As he spoke, they slowly walked along the aisle in the middle of the wide floor.
"Yes, I am am absolutely sure."
"That's nice. Very nice. Are you familiar with the stop light system?"
"Yes, John."
"Final question: Do you prefer to play in public or would you like to use one of the lockable rooms?" John asked, at the doors on the left side of the aisle. There were three rooms, two small ones and a big one that even had a small whirlpool inside, which could be locked from the inside. Newbies liked to use them, so only one of the smaller rooms was currently available.
"I... don't know. Maybe start in private? If that's okay for you." There was a slight lisp in Sherlock's voice, an unambiguous sign for John that his friend was really nervous.
"Of course it is. Go in there."
A broad hand was placed on Sherlock's lower back and he was pushed into the last free room. A big bed was right in the middle of it and the whole interior was done in calm orange, red and brown.
"Sit down, Sherly. Take of your shoes, you don't want to ruin the mattress.", John ordered when he closed and locked the door. Turning back to his 'date', a smile spread on his face. "You're really gorgeous. Disturbingly gorgeous. Now get onto your knees, we'll put that body of yours to good use."
"Yes, sir.", Sherlock huffed, shifting his weight until he sat upright on his knees, his eyes fixed on John.
"No need to call me sir, darling. Use my first name."
"Yes, John."
In one quick movement John stepped from the door to the side of the bed and without any warning he placed a kiss onto those glorious red lips. They tasted of strawberry (probably the lipstick) and were softer than the doctor had imagined. It took Sherlock a couple of seconds to process all the new data he was gathering and finally reciprocate the kiss, parting his lips so John could explore his mouth. The sensation was almost too much for Sherlock and made his mind run wild. Just when he began to figure out how to move his tongue and lips, John pulled away.
"Wait. Is... or rather was... that your first kiss?"
Sherlock nodded shyly, clearly embarrassed by his total lack of experience.
"No, no. Don't worry about it. Just relax and enjoy. Tonight's not about me. If you're willing, there will be a lot more nights, and they will be about my needs as well. But tonight I just need you to feel good. Understood?"
Another nod and then John was all over Sherlock again, kissing him fiercely while his hands were finally touching that wonderful red dress he had been admiring. The velvet was soft under his fingertips but nothing his comparison to Sherlock's skin. John felt like he was touching heaven itself when he brushed of the little bit of skin between the seem of the dress and the stockings Sherlock was wearing.
He was rewarded with a whimper, barely audible but it still made John's cock twitch in anticipation.
A small push and Sherlock fell onto his back. John took a second to admire that wonderful person in front of him – the dark curls were untamed, the make-up slightly messy from all the kissing and a flush was visible on the cheeks as well as Sherlock's chest.
"You have no idea how much I want to fuck you into that mattress right now."
"Based on the sight of your erection I'd say pretty badly..."
John pulled his riding crop out of the side of his boots before kicking them off and joining Sherlock on the bed. He could feel his blood rushing through his veins, most of it trying to fill his cock even more.
Straddling Sherlock's legs, John pushed the dress upwards, curios what kind of underwear his lover chose to wear beneath that velvety red dream.
"Of course you're not wearing any pants...", he murmured more to himself, before taking in the view of Sherlock's crotch. His cock was already hard and there was no pubic hair surrounding it. Thinking of it, John hadn't felt any hair on the legs as well, so probably Sherlock had done a good job in shaving his whole body.
A predatory smile was on his lips before John bent down and licked right over the glans.
"Fuck."
"No. Not today, Sherly."
John's mind almost short-circuited at the thought that he was the first person doing this to Sherlock, who was buckling beneath him.
Even as a top John enjoyed giving head a lot, and despite the usual cliché he always felt powerful when doing so. Besides that he mastered the deep throat technique a couple of years ago and he liked to impress his lovers by things like that. And impressing Sherlock was his goal right now.
Said man yelped and shouted when he felt his cock sliding into John's mouth at first and then down his throat. In an instant his mind went from sensory overload to total stillness. A feeling he had only gotten from drugs so far, just this time it was even more intense.
Without any further warning, John started to move his head up and down, his tongue pressing at the underside of Sherlock's cock. He could feel that wonderful prick getting even harder inside his mouth and with one of his hands he absently started to cup his own crotch.
Just when he thought Sherlock had to be really close, he heard a strange whisper and pulled back.
"What did you say?"
"Uhm... nothing."
"Repeat it. Now."
"Could we... could we please go outside? Onto the balcony?"
"You sure?"
"Yes. Please. I need them to see."
"To see what? Tell me, Sherly. Tell me exactly what you want."
"I want them to see what you're doing to me. Please."
John almost jumped off the bed, gathering his boots and riding crop as well as Sherlock's shoes. When he opened the door, a small crowd was already awaiting them, but stepping aside respectfully.
With a reassuring smile John grabbed the small pale wrist of Sherlock and pulled him to the end of the upper floor, which was a wide balcony with two beds and another pole on it.
"Stand there, back on the pole, eyes to the balustrade, legs apart.", John ordered. "Yes, you're doing great and you're looking amazing, Sherly."
As soon as people heard about the two of them having left their room, the attention of the whole club was back on Sherlock and John. From the ground floor the guests could view the events going on on the balcony as well and everyone wanted to know, how far Sherly would go.
John didn't plan on postpone anything though and immediately stepped behind Sherlock, pinning the wrists to the pole with his own body. He jerked up the dress, revealing Sherlock's cock to the public and began to stroke him. With his other hand, he cupped the heavy balls, tugging and squeezing them.
"You're close now, aren't you?", John whispered. "Just look at all those people here. See how they adore you? How much they want you? But you're mine now and even with all of them watching, you're still just coming for me."
Sherlock nodded furiously and threw his head back. John immediately took advantage of the bare throat and left some marks here and there by biting down hard.
"I want you to come. And you will scream my name. No holding back. Clear?"
Another nod.
"Now come for me." was John's last order before he squeezed Sherlock's balls again.
That clearly was enough for the genius, who let out a high pitched cry that may have sounded like "John!" and made the whole club stare at them in amazement. Spurt after spurt covered John's hands and the polished wood beneath them. When there was nothing left, Sherlock's body went limp and John had to manoeuvre him to the nearest bed.
"Just sit down for a second while I clean up your mess."
A few sanitising wipes later there were no spots left and John sat down next to Sherlock, stroking the dark hair. The crowd had dissipated and the couple was left alone to enjoy the aftermath of their little show.
"Did you like it?" John asked softly, fearing rejection once Sherlock had come down from his post-orgasmic high.
"Of course I did, John. It was... amazing. Thank you. For... everything."
"Want me to take you home? Get take-out and watch crap telly?"
"I'd love to, but..."
"But?"
"Only if I can keep on the dress."
John chuckled and pulled Sherlock into a tight hug.
"You can wear it, whenever you want, Sherly."
"Even one crime scenes to mess with Anderson?"
"Especially on crime scenes to mess with Anderson."
