Here's the second chapter. Thank you, everyone, for your kind words. I hope you enjoy this installment. Cheers!
It was ages before John had gotten Harry sobered, settled, and tucked safely away in bed. By the time he'd managed to clean the kitchen and do away with all the alcohol he could find, it was well past midnight, and John was sure Sherlock was a sleep. Going out on a limb, John locked his bedroom door, plugged in his mobile, and laid out on his bed, sending Sherlock a message.
02:17 Hey, you up? - JW
Message sent, John got back up and puttered around his room, laying out his pajamas before snagging his toiletry bag and heading into the bathroom. A few minutes later, John's phone chimed softly, alerting him of a new text. He smirked around his toothbrush and hurried to finish his bedtime routine, eagerly sliding between his sheets.
02:21 Yes. You're up late, John. Harry give you much trouble? - SH
02:21 Yeah. But I'm here now. How was your night, sexy? ;) - JW
02:23 Fine. I hadn't realized so much time had passed. - SH
02:24 You're always in the massive head of yours. What's have you been thinking about? - JW
02:25 You, mostly. And my Chemistry exam later this week. That bit's been dull. - SH
02:25 What have you been thinking about me? And I can't get you out of my head either, Sherlock. - JW
02:26 … Really? - SH
02:26 Yes Really. - JW
02:28 And what have you been thinking, John? - SH
02:28 I asked you first, gorgeous. But if you must know, I can't get the thought of you all hard for me out of my head. ;) - JW
02:31 … I'm thinking about that, too. - SH
At Sherlock's message, John felt his heart rate increase. Biting his lower lip, John slid a hand down and cupped his cock through his pants. He'd been half hard since he left his dorm room earlier that night, and he was so looking forward to getting some relief.
02:31 Mmm, good. Are you still hard for me, Sherlock? - JW
02:32 Yes, John. - SH
02:33 I wish I was there so I could touch you. God Sherlock, I wanna make you fall apart. - JW
02:33 Fall apart? Wouldn't that be dangerous? - SH
02:34 Only if you don't let me put you back together when I'm done. ;) - JW
Try as he might, John couldn't get the image of Sherlock falling apart out of his head. He wondered how his roommate would feel pressed against him, wondered how his mouth would taste as he kissed him, wondered just how far down that blush would spread, and how to make it deepen…
02:40 How would you take me apart, John? - SH
02:41 With lots of teasing. Are you touching yourself? - JW
02:42 No… Should I be? - SH
02:42 If you want to. I'm touching myself, just for the record. - JW
02:44 I don't know how to do this, John. - SH
02:44 Well, you can start by taking off your trousers and pants. :P - JW
02:45 I know that, John. I may be inexperienced, but I'm not completely without knowledge. I was referring to whatever we're doing over the phone. - SH
02:46 Do you want me to talk you through it? Like I did in class earlier? - JW
02:50 … Please, John? - SH
02:50 Of course. - JW
02:52 *Incoming Call*
Sherlock's voice was breathy and strained when he answered John's phone call, his breath breaking in the middle of his, "Hello?"
"Are you touching yourself for me, Sherlock?" John asked, his palm loosely wrapped around his cock.
"Not yet, John. Tell me how?" Sherlock replied, his voice husky with need.
"Put me on speaker phone and take your clothes off. I want you naked for me, "John said, closing his eyes. He could hear Sherlock fumbling with his clothes, his hands stumbling over each other as he worked the buttons on his shirt. John could see Sherlock undressing in his mind's eye, could see as inch after inch of bone-colored skin was revealed, could see as his cheeks turned rosy and his eyes grew dark. Breathing deep, John squeezed around the base of his cock. He was already fully erect, and he didn't want this to be over too soon.
"John?" Sherlock called, sheets rustling as he laid back in bed. "What do I do now?"
"Touch yourself for me, Sherlock. Slowly, though. Run your hands down your chest," John instructed, gliding his free hand down his own chest.
"Why, John? That doesn't sound like it would be enjoyable," Sherlock said, huffing.
John chuckled. "Because that's what I'd be doing to you if I was there. It's what I'll do to you when I get home tomorrow. I'll touch your body slowly and learn you, Sherlock, just like you're going to do for me right now."
"Sherlock's breath hitched, and a bit-back moan rang in John's ears. Sherlock was already making such beautiful noises, and John was eager to see what other sounds he could pull from that throat. "Tell me how it feels, Sherlock," John said, his hand sliding back down to palm his cock.
"It's gentle, John," Sherlock breathed. "But good. Makes me feel safe."
"That's good, love. I'm glad it makes you feel good. Now pinch your nipples for me. I bet they're incredibly sensitive," John said, fingers teasing at the crown of his cock.
Sherlock gasped as his fingers pinched and twisted his nipples. It was painful, but the burn it yielded was delicious, and it sparked tendrils of pleasure down his spine.
"God, Sherlock," John groaned. "I can't wait to suck and bite at your nipples. I bet they get really red, and hard, and sensitive. Please tell me how it feels."
"Good, John. And hot. And it stings, but I like it. I want more," Sherlock murmured, his fingers still twisting the now-hardened buds. "What do I do next?"
"Wrap your hand around your cock, love," John instructed. "Just feel yourself. Imagine my hand wrapped around you, getting familiar with your size. I'd kiss you too. Suck the breath from your lungs until we're both dizzy with want."
Sherlock moaned at his roommate's words, images of John flashing through his mind. He could see what John described, could almost feel his sturdy, compact body anchored against his own, could almost taste John's mouth as it melded and glided against his. "John," he breathed. "God yes. You need to come back; need you here."
"Fuck, Sherlock," John moaned, hand working steadily over his cock. "I want to be there. So badly. I want to see you, love. Wanna watch as you come undone beneath me. When I get home, I may just have to push you against the door and suck your cock. I bet you'd blush so prettily for me. You'd look so beautiful with your cheeks and neck and cock flushed red. Touch yourself, Sherlock. Make yourself cum for me."
Sherlock's cock twitched as he sped up his pace, his palm slicked with pre-cum. Little by little, his hand worked faster, his arousal growing. His body felt hot and tense, his muscles wound tight. "John," he breathed, one hand flying back to pinch his nipples. "Oh please, John. It feels so good."
John moaned. "It's supposed to," he quipped, hips bucking up against his hand. "God, I'm close. You're too gorgeous for words, Sherlock. So fucking sexy. I can't wait to see what you look like as you cum."
Sherlock managed three additional strokes before his body was wracked with orgasm. He came hard, shooting his release over his fist as his hips bucked, subconsciously fucking himself through it. When his orgasm subsided, Sherlock found that he was more relaxed than he'd been in a long time.
Hearing Sherlock cum was the most wonderful sound in the world, John mused, hand flying over his cock. The way his roommate's voice broke and turned breathy as his lips formed John's name was enough to drive him over the edge, hot ropes of cum spilling over his fist. "Fuck, Sherlock," John breathed. "Can't wait to see you."
The call ended abruptly, John stumbling to his bathroom to clean himself off and repeat his nighttime routine. A few minutes later, as John was partway through brushing his teeth again, his phone chimed. Padding back to his bed, toothbrush sticking out of his mouth, John looked at his phone.
03:26 [New Media Message]
Intrigued, John downloaded the message, continuing to brush his teeth while he waited. Returning to the bathroom, he rinsed his mouth and looked at the message again. John's toothbrush clattered to the ground as he drank in Sherlock's picture.
Sherlock was still naked, and was laid out on John's bed. His chest was red and splotchy and dotted with glistening patches of semen. Sherlock's eyes were stormy, his pupils dilated wide, and his hair was a rumpled mess, dark curls sticking out at odd angles. Both of his nipples were red and swollen, and his lips were bitten half-raw and parted slightly, as if Sherlock was breathless. He looked beautiful and debauched, and John lamented the fact that trains didn't run at this particular time in the morning.
03:31 I'm sleeping in your bed tonight, John. Please join me when you get home. - SH
03:31 If I join you, I'm waking you up with a blowjob. Christ Almighty, you are gorgeous. - JW
03:32 Also, I was right. - JW
03:32 Right about what? - WH
03:34 That your blush goes all the way down your chest. Can't wait to see it tomorrow in person. ;) - JW
03:35 Sleep well, Sherlock. You're going to need your rest tomorrow. - JW
