Author Notes: Here is the second and final chapter of this story and I hope you are going to enjoy it.^^ Let me know what you think. :)
Yen, I have written one scene of this chapter with one of our conversations in mind, I'm curious if you recognize it.^^
Heat and Lucidity
"I can't stand it any longer, Watson!"
Startled, I looked up from my medical text and stared at Holmes, who was pacing up and down in front of the fireplace. For once, I couldn't even guess what his problem was. We were back from Lyon since a couple of weeks and Holmes had solved three cases in that time. The last one - a robbery - had been wrapped up yesterday and Holmes usually didn't feel restless, so soon, after a successful investigation. If my friend had laid down on the couch and complained about being bored - or had used cocaine to stimulate his mind - I wouldn't have been surprised. A little disappointed, yes, but not surprised. But his agitated mood was new and I didn't know how to react to it. Still, it was certainly nice to follow the movement of his long legs as Holmes moved three steps, only to turn around and walk in the other direction. His behind stretched against his trousers with every step - since it wasn't hidden by a jacket - and I could only imagine how firm his buttocks would feel in my hands. And Holmes' legs... I didn't even have to imagine how they looked naked, since I had wrapped compressions around them to bring Holmes' fever down. God, I was getting carried away and Holmes would notice it, if I didn't get myself back under control.
Taking a deep breath, I turned back to the medical text and started on a paragraph about pain therapy with morphine, when the paper was snatched away from me. "Holmes!" I protested as he threw the essay on the table. His piercing blue gaze was focused on me and I fidgeted nervously in my armchair as his expression turned to one of disappointment.
For Christ's sake, Holmes couldn't have guessed on my feelings for him, could he? Cold sweat prickled on the back of my neck as I tried to return Holmes' gaze without flinching away. It would be terrible if Holmes had found out about my well hidden secret just now. A few more weeks - a couple of months at the most - and I would have certainly been able to move out of the flat. Afterwards, Holmes wouldn't have had as many chances to analyze me and it would be almost impossible - even for him - to catch me by surprise, when my thoughts were drifting in dangerous directions.
"When did you intend to tell me that you planned to move out, Watson?"
Shit!
I flinched as Holmes glared silently down at me and wished that I weren't sitting in my armchair, right now. It was one thing to have an argument with Holmes, when we were eye to eye, but I felt like a schoolboy from the way he was regarding me from above. Of course, I could get up and minimize the difference in height, but that wouldn't change the fact that Holmes had an advantage in the morals department. After all, I should have informed him of my plans to move out right away, instead of leaving it to him to find out for himself. "How do you know?" I asked to play down my embarrassment and fear, instead of answering Holmes` questions.
Yes, fear... I was afraid of where this conversation would lead and that I would give myself away in its wake. If that happened... Well, Holmes wouldn`t need me to explain anything to him anymore. He would certainly throw me out of the flat right away and...
"If you wanted to keep it a secret," Holmes marched to my desk and fished out a stack of older newspapers to throw at my feet. "Then you shouldn't have encircled the announcements of people searching for a flatmate in central London. Do you have already met with someone?" I blinked up at Holmes, surprised that he hadn't deducted it by himself, but shook my head nonetheless. "No, but I have two appointments next week and..."
A harsh gesture with his hand from Holmes silenced me as my friend resumed his pacing once more and only stopped for his pipe to take a deep inhalation. Minutes ticked by - with Holmes pacing and smoking - and I didn't dare to say anything, since I feared an explosion of apocalyptical degree if I so much as opened my mouth. After half an hour, I thought about lighting a cigarette as well, when Holmes put his pipe on the mantelpiece and leaned against the frame. The fury had melted from his face and his expression was rather tired as his eyes met mine. "Why, Watson?" Defeat resonated in Holmes` voice. "What did I do to drive you away? Is it me playing the violin at night? I can stop that if you wish. Or are you wary of my chemical experiments? We could make a compromise and I would only indulge in more dangerous ones when you are at your club. Or is it," Holmes' eyes flickered to the rug. "The cocaine? I know that you don't like it, when I use it, but I could..."
"No," I shook my head vehemently, not wanting to listen to the proof of how much Holmes wanted me to stay at Baker Street. It only served to make the whole situation harder for me, although I was aware that it was the only possibly solution. "It has nothing to do with your usual habits. I'm quite used to them by now... and they don't bother me."
A second later, I realised how stupid that reply was. I could have used Holmes' use of cocaine or some other disturbing habit of his to explain my decision to leave Baker Street, instead... I had given my friend a puzzle to solve. "If nothing I do on a regular basis, bothers you then why..." Bewilderment was replaced by some kind of realisation as his eyes widened slightly and I cringed in my armchair. "Watson," My head jerked up as Holmes leaned over my sitting form - his hands placed on the armrests of the chair - as he gazed at me. "Did I... When I was ill," Holmes licked his lips nervously - something he had never done before - and continued speaking. "Did I do anything to offend you?"
I averted my eyes and prayed to God that I wasn't blushing as I murmured: "Why do you think that?"
Of course, my actions and the tone of my voice gave the truth away and out of the corner of my eye I saw Holmes nodding to himself. "So, I did do something, then. I should have realised it sooner, you are behaving strangely ever since we came back from Lyon." A shaky exhale followed Holmes' words. "I recall that I had a rather violent dream one night," Holmes' fingers thrummed on the leather cushion. "Did I hurt you, Watson?" My friend's voice sounded utterly devasted as he mentioned that possibility. "If I did, believe me that I didn`t mean to, I would never want to hurt you and..."
"No," I interrupted Holmes and after peeking up at his confused gaze, I felt the need to elaborate. "You didn't hurt." A second passed until my words had sunk in and Holmes jumped up to tear at his hair. "Then what did I..."
"You called me John."
Holmes stopped abruptly in his motion, his whole body going completely still - except for his eyes which were blinking furiously at me. His mouth formed a perfect O as his mind mulled my words over. "I didn't," Holmes clenched his fists at his side and stared past my head at a point at the wall. "You don't have to think anything of it, my dear chap. I can't remember the dream anymore, but it probably has something to do with the events that played out in it. It's not..."
"You kissed me."
The words were out before I could stop them. I had never intended to give Holmes that piece of information. Surely, it would be easy for him to piece together why such a simple contact of lips was affecting me so much. Preparing myself for the disgust I was certainly about to see in his face, I looked in his direction. Holmes' body was still completely motionless, but his face had gone incredible pale. Probably even paler than when he had been ill and for a second I feared that he would keel over. Indeed, Holmes all but collapsed in his armchair and brought a trembling hand to his face.
"I see." Blue eyes flashed me a desperate look, before they stared back in Holmes' lap. I waited for him to say something else. Really, that wasn`t the reaction I had anticipated and I didn`t understand Holmes' behavior one bit. It was impossible that my friend - did he still think of me as a friend - hadn't yet concluded what all the clues I had given him meant, taken together. Obviously, I was wrong on that accord, since Holmes` next words just managed to confuse me even more. "It won't make you stay, if I assure you that nothing like this is ever going to happen again? That nothing would have happened in the first place, if my illness hadn't robbed me of the control of my actions?" Holmes glanced back up at me and whatever he read in my eyes, made him sigh in defeat. "No, of course, it won't matter." A humorless laugh escaped past his lips and bitterness entered his voice as he kept on speaking - more to himself than to me. "What do dozens of adventures together count, if you are suddenly confronted with the perverse nature of your friend? Of course, you have to move out, Watson." Holmes clenched his hands together in his lap. "No one could ask of you to stay with me, after you have learned of my unnatural inclinations towards you. It would destroy your reputation if word of it got around and even if it didn't," Holmes gulped down a large amount of air. "You don't feel save around me any longer. You can't stand the sight of me and..."
"No, Holmes!" This time, I jumped up from my chair and moved to stand in front of the fireplace, although my whole body itched to move closer to Holmes. I didn't know what was going on in his head, but it was obvious that - probably for the first time in his life - my friend had come to a complete wrong conclusion. And as was natural for him, Holmes wasn`t able to let go of it. "Of course, you will tell me that we will still... work on cases together and maybe you will even... help me with another one, but... Soon, you will change to the other side of the road when you see me. You won't greet me anymore, because you are too disgusted about my perverse feelings for you. The feelings of an invert... a sodomite... a bent..."
"Stop!" My eyes were wide as I stared at Holmes in wonder, his words finally starting to make sense, although they were still unbelievable. The blood thrummed in my veins and its rush made me dizzy. I grabbed the frame of the fireplace as shivers ran down my spine and sent a tremor through my bad leg. Even when drunk, I had never felt so lightheaded as in this moment as every piece fell into place and a small smile turned up the corner of my lips. "You are an idiot, Holmes." Somehow, my friend managed to look affronted and desperate at the same time and I hurried to put his mind at ease. I didn't like to see him like that - helpless and devasted. "And I'm an idiot as well." I shook my head at myself and scolded me inwardly for my own stupidity. My fear had made me come to the wrong conclusion - a conclusion that could have been disastrous to my friendship with Holmes - if our conversation had gone differently in any way. "I never thought that you were... an invert."
Holmes furrowed his brow at that. A thoughtful expression passed over his face, before it was replaced by one of despair again. "I don't know how you didn't think that after I," he made a vague gesture to his lips that indicated he was referring to the kiss. "But now you know."
I nodded, unable to force the smile from my face as I took a step towards Holmes. "Yes, now I know and I'm happy that I know it, otherwise I would have left the flat."
I couldn't recall a time when my friend had looked completely at his wits end, but somehow I had managed to place that look on his face. "You wanted to leave the flat, because you though I wasn't... interested in men and you won`t leave it now that you know... you don't make sense, Watson!"
It would have been interesting to watch Holmes' face a little longer, since I had never seen so many emotions passing over his features in such a short amount of time - despair, anger, confusion, hope - but I decided against it. Instead, I crossed the final steps between us and leaned down over Holmes' sitting form.
There was so much hope in his blue eyes that it took my breath away, before I closed the final inches between our faces. Our lips met in a tender kiss. A sweet contact of skin against skin as I angled my face to the left to feel more of Holmes. A whoosh of breath tickled my nose as Holmes exhaled heavily and moved his mouth against mine. Stubble scratched against my chin - as I nipped lightly at Holmes lower lip - and the sensation was as new as it was welcome. It was evidence that this - whatever it was - meant something different than my numerous encounters with people before. I had kissed women and felt their soft lips against my own, but it had only ever been a prelude to something else. There hadn't been deeper feelings involved. I had never before kissed a man - you just skipped that part in the army and went straight to the important business.
This time though, when Holmes' arms reached around my back and I had to hold onto the armrests of the chair to keep my balance, the kiss didn`t just feel like a prelude to more intimate activities. Maybe, it was - Dear God, how I hoped it would lead to something more - but it didn't have to. This kiss had the entitlement to exist on its own, without any expectations attached to it.
Warmth spread through my chest at that thought and suddenly I didn't want the kiss to end. As long as Holmes' and my lips were pressed together, there was no place for any misunderstandings. As long as we couldn't speak, we couldn't argue. As long as I was connected to him in this way, I didn't have to fear to lose him. These thoughts tumbled through my mind as Holmes` tongue suddenly flickered out and licked at my upper lip, tickling the underside of my moustache. A small moan echoed through the room and I wasn't sure who of us had made the noise as I opened my mouth to Holmes` tentative ministrations. He accepted the invitation happily, his tongue peeping into my mouth shyly at first, before exploring in earnest. An animalistic groan was torn from my throat as our tongues met in an exotic kind of mating dance. Holmes gripped me harder, his fingernails digging into my back as he drew me closer, panting as much as I did as we kissed open mouthed.
We could have spent all evening like this, if my leg hadn't protested against the uncomfortable position I had forced it in for far too long. It buckled without so much as a premonition and a gasp was torn from my lips as I fell forwards. I wasn't sure if it was luck or misfortune that I could only fall towards Holmes as I connected with his body. A grunt sounded from him as I landed half on top of him - spread over his lap, with my knees on either side of his legs - and grabbed the backrest above his head for balance.
"I didn't expect you to be so... wild, my dear boy." An amused note resonated in Holmes` voice. "Sorry," I whispered and cursed my leg as I sat up, mortified at my lack of grace. But when I tried to get up, Holmes' arms tightened around my back. "Don't. I rather like it like this... if you are amenable of course?"
Holmes' expression was clouded by a lingering trace of uncertainty, but I was fast to kiss the doubt away. "I`m very amenable," I informed him and stroked his cheek gently. Holmes leaned into the touch like he had done, when the fever had stripped him of his senses. This thought brought me back to the start of our dilemma and I felt the need to address the topic one last time to clear the air of all possible misunderstandings. "So, just to be on the same page. You are interested in men, specifically in me and your feelings are beyond the mere physical need for carnal activities?"
Holmes snorted, his eyes sparkling with amusement. "Do you truly believe, Watson, that I would have even hinted at my interest in you if it was purely physical? You know exactly what I think of bodily needs."
I rolled my eyes at that, before glancing meaningfully at his lap, where a bulge had formed in his trousers. "It seems like your body is very clear on his needs for once." I didn't comment on the part about him having deeper feelings for me. Holmes wasn`t one to speak about his emotions and I guessed that this confession was as much as I would ever get from him... and with that, I was content.
"You can't hide your attraction, either, my dear boy." My mouth flew open in a surprised - but thankfully silent - scream as one of Holmes` hands rubbed at my crotch through my trousers. More blood rushed south and I felt my manhood harden farther against the fabric of my pants. "Holmes," I warned him through grinded teeth. Experiencing an erection, while still wearing one`s pants, wasn`t very comfortable and I didn`t intend on making it worse by allowing my friend to keep teasing me.
"My apologizes, my dear chap," Holmes' hand came to rest on my knee as he grinned cheekily at me. "I'm sure we can find a better solution - and location - for our arousals, but you have to answer a question first." At this point, when Holmes pressed his forehead against mine, his thumb drawing circles on my thigh and his breath tickling my face, I would have told him everything. No secret would have been too sacred not to give away to him. "How did you make the connection that I wasn`t interested in you, when I kissed you and why did you want to leave then?"
"These are two questions," I murmured, only to downplay my embarrassment at my stupid miscalculation. "Sometimes, people do things they don`t want, when they are influenced by a fever and I thought," My cheeks flushed as I listened to myself and realised how stupid my reasoning sounded. Nevertheless, I carried on. "I thought that you didn't really want to kiss me, but I wanted you to want to kiss me and... I couldn't forget the kiss and whenever I saw you..." I shrugged helplessly, not sure if I had explained myself well enough. Eloquence was rather Holmes` area and I was better at letting actions speak for me.
Luckily, a quick kiss to my cheek, convinced me that I had somehow managed to get my point across as did the smile Holmes sent my way. "I wouldn't have assumed that you would think around so many edges. You are still able to surprise me, Watson."
"John."
Confusion was mirrored in his eyes once more. "You can call me John when we are at home. I know that you want to."
The confusion was replaced by wonder at my words and Holmes expressed his happiness with a deep kiss that would have led to more intimate actions if our position on the armchair hadn`t been so uncomfortable.
"Shall we... retire to my bedroom." It was more a suggestion than a question and I didn't lose any time scrambling to my feet and extending my hand to Holmes. He accepted it with a smile as he intertwined our fingers and led the way to his bedroom.
OOO
I had never been in Holmes' room before. Strange, when I thought about how often he had barged into mine to rouse me in the early morning hours - or in the middle of the night. Still, it was like I had expected it to be. Most of the floor was covered with papers and books. Instead of flowers, the skeleton of lizard sat on his window sill and test tubes were placed on the only chair in the room. For all the chaos in Holmes' room, his bed was neatly made and I couldn`t help but notice that it was larger than a single bed. My heart started pointing faster as I imagined what we could do in it. There were so many things I wanted to experience with Holmes that I didn`t even know where to start.
"Taking off your clothes would be a good start," Holmes' amused voice sounded behind me and I almost jumped at the closeness. "Your train of thought was rather obvious, my dear boy." His arms encircled me from behind as Holmes drew me back against his body... his naked body. A shaky breath was pressed from my lungs as I realised that Holmes had used the time - I had been busy cataloging his room - to get rid of his clothes. His body heat seeped through my clothes and sent thrills of anticipation through my body as Holmes' fingers started to work the buttons on my shirt loose.
Dear God, how much I wanted to turn around and look at Holmes. I had only gotten glimpses of his body so far and I was certain that he was marvelous. But when I tried to turn around, Holmes' grip held me in place and a small chuckle sounded in my ear. "Patience... John."
My name, spoken in his voice, fanned my arousal farther as did Holmes' fingers when they stroked over the - now exposed - skin of my chest. They played with the thick curls of my chest hair, teased my nipples until they were almost painfully hard and then moved to the scar on my shoulder. I tensed when Holmes' index finger followed the lines of my destroyed flesh, where the scalpels of the doctors had cut the bullet out of my shoulder. After all these years I was still self-conscious about this ugly part of my body. Probably because all the people I had been with since my return to England - three women and a man - had turned away in disgust, when they had seen my injury. I didn't believe Holmes to be disgusted by it, since he wasn't faint hearted like most civilians, but even he wouldn't be able to argue that the scar was rather ugly.
"Beautiful!" Soft lips pressed against the destroyed flesh of my shoulder, a tongue following the lines to my collarbone.
"You are joking," I couldn't stop myself from saying, but Holmes only hummed in the negative and pressing one last kiss to my shoulder, before taking a step back. My shirt fell to the floor as he stripped it off me. "No, your scar is beautiful. I rather like it." His arms encircled me once more and I realised too late that I had missed my chance to turn around as Holmes started to work on my belt.
"You can't be serious," I argued, but without any heat in it. Holmes' erect manhood was still pressed against my back and that was at least proof enough that he wasn`t put off by my injury. Besides, it was rather distracting when my belt joined my shirt on the floor and his fingers wandered to the buttons of my trousers. My erection was throbbing eagerly in its prison of fabric and I almost missed Holmes' reply, when his fingers hooked under my waistband, with the promise of relief. "How can I not be serious, when this scar is the reason that you are with me now."
His answer was so unexpected - so sentimental - that I forgot how to breath for a second as Holmes pushed my trousers and pants down to my thighs. "You are magnificent, John."
I wasn't able to formulate an answer as Holmes' hands started running over my body once more. This time, there weren`t any barriers left and soon his fingers were ghosting over my proud erection. I stared down at his long, pale fingers against my swollen and - partly - red manhood and an undignified moan escaped my lips.
"I wanted to do that for a long time, John." Holmes' lips nuzzled on my neck as he gave my erection an experimental stroke. "I have imagine how you would react when I had my hands on your cock. What you would do when I sucked you down and how you would feel, when you," his mouth wandered to my ear. "Were inside me."
"God," I groaned and almost stumbled over my trousers that were still slung around my ankles as I leaned back against Holmes.
"Bed." My friend decided, after teasing my erection once more and then letting go of me. I hurriedly kicked of my trousers and got rid of my socks, before I followed Holmes' lead... only to stop in front of the bed... awestruck.
Holmes had used the time, I had needed to get rid of my remaining clothes, to drape himself on the bed - and he had done a marvelous job of it. My friend was lying on his side, head propped up on one hand and his long legs draped over one another so that the gaze of the observer - my gaze - was unwillingly - or not - drawn to his proud erection that rose from among dark curls. More blood rushed downwards to pool in my loins and I wondered how I was still able to stand, while such an arousal coursed through my body.
Dear God, but Holmes was perfect! His long legs - bawdily long for a man - were muscular from his chases through London. Naturally, there were hairs on his legs, not enough to categorize them as hairy, but just so much that they appeared utterly masculine. My mind supplied me with scenarios of how it would feel if they were wrapped around my hips, but I pushed that thought away as my erection gave an interested throb. If I wasn't careful, I would come alone from watching Holmes and how humiliating would that be? Still, I couldn't stop my gaze from wandering to Holmes' erect length - long and throbbing - and I imagined how he was going to react when I touched it or when I...
"John," Holmes' voice interrupted my musings and when I looked up, I noticed a faint blush on his cheeks that made him look even more attractive. "Of course, you can stand there all night and imagine what we could do together, but if you are interested in doing anything for real..." He glanced meaningfully at the mattress and I coughed self-consciously as I crossed the space to the bed and laid down next to my friend. "Sorry," I murmured as my fingers traced through his hair and over his cheekbones. "But you are just so fucking beautiful like that... and you know it."
Fascinated, I watched as the blush on Holmes` cheeks intensified farther. "You are beautiful, Holmes, you know." It was just to make a point, but the shy smile of my friend, made me wonder if someone had ever bothered to tell Holmes just how awesome he was. Well, if I were to be the first in that regard, I would make sure that he heard it as often as possible from now on.
"You are very beautiful yourself, John." There wasn't time to protest that statement - and point out that I wasn't anything like Holmes - as my friend stifled my forthcoming arguments with his lips. I certainly didn`t mind that sort of distraction and closed the last inches between our bodies.
A groan was forced from my throat as skin was pressed against skin for the first time. Our kiss grew wilder - deeper - with the first intimate contact and soon hands were roaming everywhere. My fingers traced Holmes' back, noting scars that he had gained at some point in his life, and wondering what stories were connected to them. I intended to hear them all. Not to feel angry at whoever had left a mark on Holmes' skin or to feel sorry that I hadn't been there to protect him from harm. No, it was just the primal wish to learn everything about Holmes, to know him like no one else did. From the way, Holmes' fingers moved over my back and my front - tracing lines and humming into the kiss - the wish was mutual. Nevertheless, storytelling would have to wait until another time, since other activities were on the forefront of my mind at the moment. Activities, which came even more into focus as Holmes grabbed my behind and drew me against him, rubbing our erections effectively together.
"Holmes!" I gasped to take a much needed breath, even as I moved my hips eagerly to get more of that wonderful friction.
"Sherlock," my friend whispered against my neck and it took me a moment to understand what he was asking of me, but when I did, it increased my arousal even farther. I had never allowed myself to think of Holmes by his Christian name - out of fear of letting it slip at an inappropriate time - but it wouldn`t be a hardship to call him that, while in bed.
"Sherlock," I breathed against his ear and I felt a shudder running through his body at my intimate use of his name.
"Oh John!"
He kissed me again.
Everything became a bite frantic afterwards as we moved against each other, our erections brushing together every so often and our lips meeting in a wild intimation of kisses. Desire surged through my veins and left me gasping and moaning in Holmes' mouth as I bathed in the feeling of our mutual enjoyment. The friction wasn't enough to bring me to orgasm - and neither was it for Holmes as far as I was able to tell - but it was still very satisfying. For a second I wondered how I could find something satisfying didn't bring me physical fulfillment, when that had always been my goal when being with a lover. Then, my name fell in a moan from Holmes' lips and I had my answer. It was because of whom I was with, everything was perfect, when I was with Holmes. Though, at this point, I wasn't aware that this was merely the beginning.
Suddenly, Holmes moved away from me and I protested with a whine and reached for him again, but my friend only laughed. "Patience, John, it shall not be your harm."
Actually, it only took Holmes a few seconds to retrieve a pot from his nightstand, before he laid down next to me again, but it appeared much longer to me. Part of it was due to how much more aware I became of my throbbing erection and my need for release in his brief absence. Therefore, I groaned in disappointment when Holmes didn't reach for me again, but instead held up the pot to me. "My dear boy, please take a second to look at this and then decide if your disappointment is truly well-placed."
I rolled my eyes, but did as Holmes had asked. It was a simple pot, filled with... petroleum jelly. My heart skipped a beat, only to increase its speed as the implications of the lubricant came to my mind. Of course, I was aware that it could be used for all kind of carnal activities, but certainly Holmes wouldn't behave so smug if it wasn't for...
"I want you inside me, John." The words were all but purred and I was suddenly glad that the time of my youth lay years behind me. Otherwise I would have come then and there from just that promise alone. I spared a thought to my humiliating first time with a female acquaintance, which had ended in disappointment for both of us as I hadn't been able to deliver what I had promised. My nerves had pushed me over the edge of climax, before I had even managed to get inside her. It wasn't a pleasurable memory, but it brought something else to the forefront of my mind. Something that hadn't seemed important until now, but...
"Of course, you don't have to, if you don't want to."
Startled, my gaze flew to Holmes, who was fidgeting with the pot in his hands. Obviously, he had misinterpreted my pensive gaze. For a second I entertained the thought of reassuring him and just going ahead, but that could end in a disaster and the last thing on my mind was hurting my friend. So, heat rushing to my face, while I averted my eyes, I confessed quietly: "I have never had this kind of... intimacy with men before."
"Now adventurous woman either?" I shook my head at the question, feeling like a complete idiot, as Holmes remained silent for some time. Certainly, he had changed his mind now and wouldn't allow an amateur...
"Well, there is a first time for everything... if you aren't opposed to it, of course." Holmes' voice sounded playful, instead of mocking, and I dared looking up at him again. Blue eyes were sparkling brilliantly as they met mine and on a whim, I grabbed his neck and drew him close for a kiss. The fierceness of our kiss, brought my arousal - which had been dimmed a little during our conversation - back full force and we were both panting by the time we broke apart.
"I take that to mean that you are thrilled at the prospect of learning something new, my dear chap." Grinning, Holmes leaned back against the headboard and spread his legs so that his most private parts were completely bared. "I'm sure you are a quick learner, John." I only had time for one confused blink with my eyes, before Holmes dipped his fingers in the pot of petroleum jelly and reached down between his legs.
My eyes widened and I scrambled to my knees and between the long legs of my friend to watch him prepare himself. His long fingers circled his opening, while he spread his cheeks with his other hand. Of course, I knew the theory behind anal intercourse, but watching the preparations like that... was highly arousing. Holmes' index finger dipped into his hole, wriggling a little as he worked the ring of muscle loose, before sinking into his body without much resistance. My eyes were glued to the spot were Holmes' finger moved in and out of his own body, stretching in all directions as moans fell from the lips of his owner.
"Ah!"
Holmes' hips buckled off the bed as his finger pushed into himself more forcefully. Prostate, the doctor in me supplied, but the male part of me wasn't interested in medical analysis, but only in being part of Holmes' pleasure. Without thinking twice, I grabbed for the petroleum jelly and smeared my fingers with it, before reaching out for Holmes. A startled gasp echoed from above as I parted his cheeks wider with one hand and breached his hole with one of my own fingers. My gaze flew up to his at once, wanting to make sure that I hadn't hurt him with my sudden action, but the question died on my lips as I took in the wanton picture of my friend. Face and chest were attractively flushed. Lips swollen from kissing. Hair disheveled and pupils dilated with desire. He looked beautiful... and ready to be bedded!
I had to avert my eyes to get the wild thrumming of my heart back under control and my gaze landed on his throbbing - and leaking - manhood that was only a few inches away from my face. A proper blowjob was out of the questions, since I didn't have a free hand to hold him, but I still leaned towards Holmes' manhood and flickered my tongue out.
"God... John!"
I grinned and did it again, pressing my finger deeper into him at the same time and feeling Holmes' own finger next to mine in his thigh hole. My eyes dropped down to where our fingers were inserted in Holmes' body and my erection gave a wanton throb at that picture. Nevertheless, I wasn't far enough gone to be in a hurry yet and I stretched my finger inside Holmes, nudging his own with it and sucking on the head of his erection at the same time.
"John... Ah, you are a... wicked man!"
I chuckled and repeated my actions numerous times, until Holmes gasped: "Enough!" And withdrew his own finger from within himself. I followed his example and the next second I found myself on my back, with Holmes straddling my lap, his stormy gaze boring into mine. "You astonish me, time and time again, John!" Holmes' deep baritone sent shivers down my spine. "I'll never know your limits, my dear boy."
For my part, a reply wasn't possible as Holmes stroked my erection with his palm and smeared the remaining petroleum jelly on my length. I couldn't remember a time before, when I had been so eager to join my body with someone and yet, I kept myself still - as still as humanly possible - as Holmes' pointed my shaft at his opening and sank slowly down onto it. The muscles in my abdomen clenched with the effort of keeping my hips still, instead of thrusting up and taking Holmes in one stroke. But that, I was well aware, would bring my friend more pain than pleasure and so I bit down on my lower lip as Holmes' heat enfolded me inch by inch. His own face was contorted with concentration, dark eyes trained on my face, as he sank down on my lap - joining our bodies in the most intimate way.
Finally, after countless deep breaths, Holmes had taken my full length and I would never forget the wonder that filled his gaze at that as he looked at me. "John, you feel," Holmes moved his hips tentatively and sighed. "Awesome!"
A deep, raw groan was my only answer as Holmes moved his hips again. His tight heat surrounded my length on all sides and I was soon reduced to a moaning and begging mess as Holmes impaled himself on my manhood over and over again. I met his movements, thrusting upwards as best as I could and soon Holmes' equally needy noises filled our bedroom. I spared a single thought to Mrs. Hudson, before remembering that she had mentioned going out this evening, before my sole focus became Holmes again.
He was incredible! Sweat rolled down his neck, over his collarbones, and down his chest as he rode me like a professional. His erect manhood popped up and down with every movement, already leaking profoundly and I propped myself up on one elbow to reach for it.
"Jo...oohn!"
Holmes threw his head back, his vulnerable throat exposed and his eyes closed in ecstasy as my hand closed around his length. I teased its head with the tip of my finger, then stroking it - with less finesse than I had liked - as best as possible in the position I was in. It was enough to undo Holmes completely as his thrust grew more frantic, just as his body started constricting around me. It almost sent me over the edge, but I hung onto my resolve to see Holmes' coming first, digging my toes into the sheets and biting down on my lower lip until I tasted blood as my friend fell apart on top of me. My efforts were well worth the picture Holmes made as he finally reached his peak. His whole body got rigid on top of me as his mouth opened in a silent scream as his semen sputtered between us.
"John!" My name was almost a sob as his ejaculation painted both our stomachs with its sticky mess. Up to that point I had been able to keep my own needs at bay, but that wasn't possible anymore. I grabbed Holmes' waist and swung my leg around to reverse our positions. Clouded, blue eyes - still in the haze of orgasm - smiled up at me and I drove into Holmes' body. Once, twice... at the third thrust I stiffened as the waves of my orgasm crashed around me and I spilled myself in my friend.
"Sherl... Sherlock!" Panting and shaking, I fell forwards, thankfully able to catch most of my weight on my arms as not to crash on Holmes.
Our labored breathing was the only noise heard in the room for the next couple of minutes, until my mind kicked back into gear. Holmes and I were still joined in the most intimate way and I extracted my - now mostly soft - penis carefully from him. The movement earned me a wince from Holmes and I was at his side in an instant.
"Did I hurt you?" Tenderly, I stroked his cheek as he turned on his side to face me.
"No, you didn't."
I scrunched my face up in disbelief, well aware how rough I had been towards the end. "Are you sure?" My hand reached down our bodies and dipped between his cheeks, where my release was dripping out of his hole. Possessiveness and want sent down a thrill at that discovery and I took a shuddering breath as I smeared my own semen between his cheeks.
"John!"
My head jerked up to be treated to the sigh of Holmes' deeply blushed face. "Sorry." I coughed as I withdrew my hand and settled it on top of his hipbone. "It`s alright, that was... perfect and any soreness..."
"So, you are sore!"
I glared at Holmes and scolded myself at the same time for being so thoughtless, when a finger under my chin forced my head up and my eyes locked with Holmes'. "I'm... moved that you are so worried about me, but rest assured, John," Slightly chapped lips pressed against mine in a chaste kiss. "I`ll be fine and the soreness will probably be gone in the morning. It's just part of it and as long as you don't want to indulge in this activities every day, there is nothing to worry about."
Slowly, I exhaled and nodded, bringing my arm around Holmes' back and drawing him close, until our chests were flush together and our noses almost touching. "Maybe I'll... I might want to try..." I cursed myself for my lack of eloquence and then just blurted out the realisation to which I had just come, mere seconds ago. "I want you inside me, as well... one day."
This time, our kiss wasn't chaste as we moved our lips in tandem and it felt like Holmes was about to devour me. Especially, when he licked at my split lip and a throaty moan vibrated against my mouth as he tasted my blood. Any other man would have been disgusted by that, but I felt honored that my brilliant friend seemed to want every part of me.
Our kiss grew lazy afterwards, until we were cuddled together - legs intertwined, arms around each other's backs and noses nuzzled against one another - and only exchanging brief peeks as post-coital sleepiness crawled up on both of us. A sticky mess was on our chests and I was aware that we would both itch terribly in the morning, but I was much too tired to care, to make no mention of much too content in Holmes' arms to get up and get wet flannel. Still, it would certainly be wiser...
I made a half-hearted attempt at getting up, but Holmes only held me tighter. "Stay, John! Stay!"
Our gazes met and even I was able to deduce from the tenderness in his eyes that he meant more by these words than was obvious. Obediently, I snuggled more comfortably against him, my whisper in his ear.
"Always!"
