this was suppose to be in chance meeting but we came up with another idea that i think is way better but anyways we wrote this chapter (Well i wrote it first and than winterimperfect fixed it up) , this was original posted in 'what if'
"Everything alright? You feel fine?" Sherlock asked, looking up as John entered the room and eyeing the baby bump that was strangely attractive to him. The blonde nodded, a small smile playing on his lips.
The brunette waved John over, whom complied and meandered over before stopping near Sherlock. John opened his mouth to ask what the other needed when he felt cold hands resting on his hips before he was lifted and seated on the taller mans lap. The older of the two wrapped his arms in a protective manner around the small blonde's waist, bringing him closer and craning his neck until their lips met.
John moaned lightly into the kiss, sliding his tongue into the taller mans mouth while one hand clutched at the long, white neck and the other ensnared itself into the dark curls of his companion. He shifted his hips forward, groaning as he felt the growing hardness of the man below him. He removed his hand from Sherlock's neck and slid it down his front, his fingertips caressing the hard, lean muscled torso through the silk of his shirt. They eventually came to rest on the bulge in the black slacks. He undid the fly with one hand and delved his fingers in best he could, brushing at the throbbing member encased in the taller mans silk underpants.
"We should take this to the bedroom." He murmured, wiggling his fingers for emphasis in being unable to fully fondle the tall man due to his way of dress. Sherlock nodded, tugging the boy tightly to his chest as he stood. John let out a little giggle as he lifted his legs to wrap around the others waist as he made his way to the bedroom. Once in the bedroom, he laid John gently on the bed. He untucked his shirt and let his trousers fall to the floor, keeping his underpants on for now. While doing so, the blonde had pulled his own trousers off.
Sherlock crawled back onto the bed and straddled John, taken off guard as the smaller man grabbed the back of his neck and pulled him down for a kiss, using his body to flip their positions. Sherlock huffed into the kiss as his back slammed awkwardly into the mattress after John rolled them over. They broke apart and the taller man cocked a brow at the teen sitting proudly on his pelvis whom shifted himself downward a bit, slowly, to drag the pressure and sensation on until the brunette found himself panting.
John pushed the silk pants down until the tall man's member was freed, proudly throbbing against Sherlock's stomach. His hand slowly enclosed around it, smiling slightly in satisfaction as the taller man let out a small keen before biting back any more sound.
He crawled between the long, pale legs of his lover and lowered himself until he was face to, well, head with Sherlock's lower regions. He smiled before taking the long member into his mouth. He felt a thrill as he noticed the taller mans hands grasping at the sheets and felt a strong sense of confidence in his ability to pleasure this amazing creature that was his lover. He leaned forward, grasping the thin hips and holding them down as he worked the flesh in his mouth, paying particular attention to the frenulum, chuckling slightly as he noted it drove the other mad.
He soon let the other mans need fall from his mouth as he crawled up, giving the other a peck as he asked, "May I top?"
"If you like." Sherlock said with a smile, his hands resting on John's hips as he pressed him down so he could feel just how wanton he was. John let out a small moan but shook his head. He crawled off the taller man and reached for the lube and felt the brunette shifting. When he turned around to crawl back he saw Sherlock curled up, arse in the air. "It's easier like this." He murmured when he noticed John giving him a strange look.
"I know. It's not flattering or romantic, but this is the easiest and most comfortable way. You should know that by now."
John held back a laugh as he settled himself behind the pale man whom kept the position all through the preparation process. The blonde smacked the firm butt cheek of his lover and called out, "I would prefer a slightly more romantic position for the sex, please."
Sherlock chuckled and rolled onto his back, "Which position would you like, then?"
John's face flushed a little as he looked to the side, absentmindedly rubbing the lube onto his erection as he stuttered out, "Um.. I'd like.. cowgirl.. perhaps?"
Sherlock cocked a brow. He did not know the names of positions so he waited for an elaboration from the blushing teen.
"You.. on top.." John stuttered out, looking skywards as he saw the other man nodding, understanding now what was being asked.
The blonde pushed his shame away, though, and made himself comfortable on the bed as Sherlock crawled on top and straddled him. John looked up, studying the beauty he found.
The long, lean, pale body arching back as he reached behind himself to grab at John's aching need. The muscles rippling across the torso as he began to lower himself onto John's dick.
The brunette stopped before getting off, removing the blonde's penis from his body as he shifted. John was about to ask what was the issue when he saw the pale man stand up above him before squatting down.
"Easier like this." He grunted as he once again arched his back slightly, this time to brace one hand on John's right thigh while the other reached behind to line up their bodies. This time when he sunk down, the blonde's head fell back, his eyes fluttering closed at the sensations. John forced his eyes open to watch as his lover lifted and lowered himself in a steady rhythm, now bracing both hands on the teens thighs.
The sight was just too erotic for the teen and he came, hard. Sherlock waited until John was spent before he straightened up and quickly sat down to attempt to stop the semen from sliding out and making a mess of himself.
John lay in bliss for a few moments before he rolled over, tutting at the brunette when he saw him slowly fondling himself. He quickly buried his head between the pale thighs and made quick work of the others need, swallowing when he felt the release hit the back of his throat.
The front door opened and John let go of Sherlock, rushing to find his underpants along with his trousers. He got dressed as did Sherlock. John went to the living room where he saw Mycroft and Greg.
"What are you two doing here?" John asked.
"We brought you some new clothes; I imagine your other clothes are getting too small." Lestrade explained, John smiled and went over to him, hugging him.
"Thank you." Lestrade smiled, Mycroft stared at his brother as he came out of the room. Lestrade and John went upstairs to let the brothers be.
