Morning sex was good, and John Watson was good at it. Sherlock Holmes knows it now. The dark and curly haired man knows it now by first hand.

This time, he was allowed to believe they fucked, or shagged like rabbits. Because that was the truth, wasn't it? Yes, it was the truth because they had been rough, strong, a little bit violent, screamers and playful. Just like kids that find out they like to play a new game.

But Sherlock knew that kids usually get bored when they play with the same toy. His main concern now, while John was in the shower, was if some day the good Doctor could be bored with him. He was completely sure he wasn't going to get bored with the Doctor. He wasn't his new toy. He was a new part of him now. Not only in sex, but in life they were one person.

So now he was there, lying flat on his chest with an arm falling from the edge of the bed and his left hand resting on the floor. His body only covered with that white and silky sheet. He was going to treasure that sheet. Because it had covered not only his body, but John's too. And his scent was still there, entering his nostrils and make him feel the desire again.

The smell was a mix of John's shampoo, ceylon tea, and sex.

Sex.

S-E-X.

The Detective glanced at the watch next to him on the night table. It was almost noon, and this time he couldn't know for sure how much time they had spent together in that bed. But his mind tried to make some calculations. Eventually, remembering those previous moments the night before, and those minutes ago made him feel hard. Again.

John's voice was inside his mind, driving him crazy. He could almost hear his noises, those lovely and beautiful noises John made when he was thrusting inside him.

Those exquisite noises John, Soldier, Doctor and colleague made when they were having sex.

S-E-X.

Sherlock Holmes leave the bed, determinated to do one thing, and this time, he wasn't going to do it for his own pleasure. He was going to make John known he will never get bored with him. Never.

And with heavy steps over the floor, he walked until he was just a few inches from the bathroom's door.

He needed a shower. Certainly he felt dirty, sticky, sweaty, and at the top of the list, he was tired.

Tired after countless hours of perfect, glorious, hot, frenetic, a little bit violent yes, strong, rough and amazing sex. He had made love with Sherlock, and then they fucked like if it was the end of the world.

John Watson had to admit it. He never have had that amount of sex in his entire life and he was devastated. His legs felt lifeless and his lungs breathless. His throat was hurting him. Let's face it, he screamed like a schoolgirl with Sherlock. But he made sure the other man also screamed for him.

He was deeply lost in his thoughts and his shampoo to notice a long and tall figure coming after him behind the curtain of the shower.

With a fairly and fast movement, Holmes opened the blue curtain, naked, to find his lover in his same condition.

Before the Soldier could say something, Sherlock massaged his crotch until he felt what he was looking for hard. The man was speechless again. He was being assaulted in the middle of a shower by his ex- flatmate and sexmaniac lover. He blinked once, twice and when he finally could articulate a word, the taller man went down to his knees.

Sherlock licked him completely. Every inch of his Doctor's penis had been covered with his mouth. Every inch.

"Oh God, Sherlock"

He kissed his tip, and before he could continue with his task he asked John the only thing he wanted in that moment.

"Wash my hair, John. Its dirty. I'm dirty"

Doctor John Watson closed the curtain behind his lover and put some shampoo in his hands. And before let another scream left his mouth, he had massaged his lover's head.

Strange it was, but washing Sherlock's hair while he was doing him a blow job was one of the most sexiest thing he could have ever done in a shower.

The man in his knees could feel how pleased John felt by his mouth work. He is sure now, his Doctor will never get bored with him.

I'M BLUSHING. PLEASE, TELL ME WHAT DO YOU THINK OF THIS. SUPPORTIVE FEEDBACK IS ALSO APPRECIATED.