Summary: A/U John is the new kid and comes to the rescue of a someone he mistakes to be a girl
Disclaimer: I own nothing of BBC Sherlock
Rating: M
Pairing: John and Sherlock
THE NEW KID:
John stood in front of Sherlock with the back of his knees touching the edge of the bed. He drew in ragged breaths as he watched Sherlock's long nimble fingers freeing each button on his shirt. Mentally, John cursed that he was wearing a flannel shirt and a white t-shirt underneath that. For his part, Sherlock was going slow, taking it easy on John, giving him time to decide if he wanted to run. John wasn't going to run. Yes, he was a male, and so was Sherlock, but there was something about the delicate looking boy that had him stopping to take notice. Sherlock was beautiful, having to yet grow into those well-defined cheekbones of his. Bringing his hands up, John cupped Sherlock's face again, allowing his thumbs to rub over said cheekbones. Now, his breathing evened out. John readily gave himself over to the strong thrum of desire coursing through his veins.
Sherlock concentrated on removing John's shirt. The flannel parted further and further apart with every button he freed. Underneath the flannel as a second layer, a white cotton shirt stretched across his well muscled chest. Pushing the long sleeved flannel shirt down John's arms it fell to the floor. Sherlock resisted licking his lips as his fingers itched to push the white fabric up and over John's blonde head. Giving in, he grabbed the hem of the shirt and pulled it up revealing lightly tanned skin with any chest hair. The further he pushed the shirt up, John was forced to take his hands from his face and hold them over his head. This time, Sherlock did lick his lips when he took the shirt from John's body. It, too, fluttered to the floor freeing him to place a gentle kiss to John's smooth, warm, and fantastically muscled chest. Finally, Sherlock put his hands to his virgin lover's waist.
John sucked in a sharp breath setting his hands to Sherlock's shirt mirroring his actions. One by one each button slipped free revealing perfect porcelain skin. His hands were shaking the further down he moved until all the buttons were freed and the black silk shirt was open. John set his trembling hands to Sherlock's soft, flat stomach and slid them up over his chest until the rested on his shoulders to push the fabric down so it pooled on the floor. Once more, John cupped Sherlock's face, only this time, his left thumb rubbed over Sherlock's bottom lip. He angled his head and kissed the young man in front of him. Passion flared into a raging pyre just from the touch of lips, the dancing of tongues tasting and teasing each other. Sherlock's fingers dug into John's hips pulling him closer until their skin was touching. It was as if a live wire touched him the moment Sherlock gasp, pressing more of his skin to John's.
Sherlock pulled back for much needed air, even though the thought of leaving John's lips was extremely annoying. He wanted to go on kissing the young man in front of him. There would be time for that, but now, Sherlock wanted to taste another part of John. Sherlock nudged John until he was sitting on the edge of the bed before he dropped to his knees to free the button of his faded blue jeans, lower the zipper. He licked his lips at the sight of the bulge tenting the blue and green checkered boxers. This time it was his hands that shook when he pulled the elastic down far enough for John's erection to bob free. Reaching out, his left hand grasped the velvety flesh stroking John a few times making him even harder. John was moaning, but Sherlock would ensure that before the day was done he would have him screaming in pleasure.
John watched paralyzed with fascination at Sherlock handling him with such skill that is wrenched a moan from deep within his chest. Only, this was not all that was going to happen to him. Sherlock's lips engulfed the swollen head of his manhood. The wet heat felt too good the further down Sherlock sank. John moaned again, louder this time, but he did not stop watching the man going down on him. Sherlock's lips slid down until all of John's hardened length was inside his mouth. The pale, dark haired angel paused a moment, before slowly bringing his head up nearly letting his length fall from between Sherlock's lips. Again Sherlock went down on him; again and again. Each time his pale skinned lover paused longer. John used his right hand, tangling his fingers in the silky curls; his intent was to guide Sherlock's movements.
Sherlock moaned at the feel of John's fingers tangling in his hair, but he would not take direction from someone who had not had the tender kiss of a man. Instead, he pulled back letting John's hard flesh fall from between his lips. John stared at him in awe letting his hand fall back to the mattress. Sherlock placed a lingering kiss to John's lower abdomen just below his navel where a thin trail of hair pointed like an arrow to the base of John's erection. Soon, Sherlock would take more time to taste him, but there were other things he wanted to do. He stood up and said, "Turn over." John rose as well, kicked off his shoes, but kept his pants open and loose around his hips. Before going to retrieve what he would need, Sherlock piled a few pillows up so John would be comfortable, or at least as comfortable as he could be for this next part.
For a minute John was confused. He wanted to go back to having Sherlock on his knees between his legs going down on him. Then he asked, "Should I…?" he motioned to his pants indicating if he was to take them off or leave them like they were with thick length hardening further with the cold kiss of air. Sherlock nodded, caressed his cheek, and then turned to a black trunk. As John pushed his jeans, his boxers, down he watched Sherlock opening the lid and picking out a bottle as well as a black device that he couldn't figure out what it was, but he had an idea what it was for. John's heart leapt in sudden unknown fear at what was going to happen to him next. He was determined to see this through. The pleasure he had already had from Sherlock's mouth alone was enough to keep him heading in this direction. Doing as he was told, John climbed up on the bed and put the pile of pillows under his stomach.
Sherlock turned with a bottle of soothing lubricant and a small anal plug that would stretch John's virginal opening. He stopped at the sight of John, rear end in the air, on his bed looking delectable. Sherlock knew this must have been how he looked his first time a few years ago. Shaking that thought from his head he strode back to the edge of the bed. He set the two items he had retrieved on the bed and then placed his hands, palm down, on John's rear end. His fingers dug in, massaged the tender flesh gently. "I want you to relax." Sherlock said leaning over and placing a light kiss to the middle of John's back. He moved away and picked up the bottle, popping the top. Up ending the bottle he squeezed some of the clear gel onto John's skin. With his right hand he spread John and worked the liquid in past the tight hole. John moaned in pain, his muscles tightening against the sudden intrusion. "Relax," Sherlock soothed slowly moving his finger in and out. "Just relax." He leaned over and kissed John's back.
John dug his fingers in the black bed spread trying o relax as Sherlock wanted him to, but he was becoming difficult to keep quiet. The feel of Sherlock's finger pushing into him was painful, his muscles protested, yet, there was this small trickle of pleasure. It was then that Sherlock removed his finger leaving behind a slight burning sensation from the unused muscles being stretched in a way he had never experienced before. John heard the pop of a lid being opened. He turned as best as he could to see Sherlock coating the black rubber object that was small at the tip and got wider at the base. Seeing that made John gulp and Sherlock look at him. "Do I dare ask?" His gothic angel offered in a small mischievous smile and moved to stand behind him again. He tried to crane hi neck back to watch Sherlock, but he wasn't that flexible. John took a deep breath, released it, and put his forehead to the blanket waiting for that first painful push of the black rubber.
Sherlock stood once more behind John. "Spread you legs a little bit more." He asked gently and then said, "And take a deep breath, then hold it," Sherlock added, relaying information that he had been given on his first time. John's legs opened more, exposing is lubed up tight opening to the light and his ribs expanded to show the deep breath he had taken. With great care Sherlock set the tip of the plug to John and pushed gently. John didn't cry out at first, but when Sherlock drew the plug out and pushed back in, this time more of it eased into his blonde lover, John whimpered. "It's ok," he soothed adding a slight twist of his wrist to work more of the black rubber into John and then he stopped. John's back tensed with more than half of the plug inside of him. "You're doing great." Sherlock praised placing a tender kiss to each perfect globe of John's rear end. Once again, he pulled the plug out and then slid it back in with more of the black rubber disappearing inside of John. Almost all of it was in. "Just a little bit more," Sherlock said slowly pushing the rest of the plug in to the hilt. The wide rectangular base kept John's cheeks apart wide the bulbous base stretched him.
John breathed out harshly having the strange object inside making his anus feel bigger than it should. Beside him the bed shifted as Sherlock was beside him resting his hand on his back and rubbing comforting circles. "Tell me you have been through this." John said trying to remain as still as he could. As he breathed he could feel what he only assumed was a plug move. It brought him pain from inexperience of having it inside and pleasure was soon chasing away the pain. Sherlock cast his eyes down but didn't stop moving his hand on John's back. "You have, haven't you?" John asked. Sherlock nodded, his eyes turning sad almost. This time, John wanted to do something for him to chase away the hint of sorrow. "Move in front of me." Sherlock said noting as he slid on the bed to lie in front of John. With as little movement as he could, John opened the front of Sherlock's pants to notice the lack of underwear. Sherlock's erection sprang free curving up to nearly touch the bottom of his navel; his new lover had an impressive length that suddenly John hungered to have in his mouth.
Sherlock turned on his side so John wouldn't have to move too much. He grasped his straining erection and held it to John's lips. John opened his mouth to envelope the hard, pre-cm weeping head, where his lips closed making him moan. The last time Sherlock's body demanded the pleasurable release had been five months ago, and it hadn't felt as good as it did right now. John was inexperienced; a virgin of sorts, and Sherlock was besotted already. Slowly he thrust in and out of John's mouth knowing that he couldn't take much of him. It was easier for him to go down on another man as Sherlock had no gag reflex. John was new at this. He was careful to keep that in mind as John reached his hand back to feel the plug, to move it, making him moan abound Sherlock's shaft. His head fell back, his eyes closing in a blinding pleasure. Faster and faster his hips moved. John shocked him again by taking more of his erection into his mouth. John moaned again gaining Sherlock's eyes. He could see John's hand, his fingers moving the black plug back and forth in time with his thrusts. The whole scene was enough to nearly make him cum. "Stop, John..." Sherlock gasped. He drew back, slipping his erection free of John's suddenly greedy mouth. "You surprise me… again," Sherlock praised brushing some of John's hair out of his face.
John let Sherlock slip from between his lips so he could plant his hands on the bed and go to his knees. At first the plug was painful but now it was a source of great pleasure. He could hardly recognize himself here, in this bed, with Sherlock; the young man he had thought was a girl. John Watson liked to spend his time in the company of girls his age, but there was something different about Sherlock, something that made John want him in the carnal sense. Again, he thought, why was this delicate feminine looking man so entrancing to him? John moved the pillows so that he was sitting astride them. That jarred the plug sending a jolt of pleasure through him as had his right hand grasping the base of his cock to stroke himself. Up and down, with a practiced hand, John made his shaft as hard as he could. Sherlock watched his hand with obvious pleasure coloring his perfect blue eyes. As he continued, John added a little thrust of his hips riding the plug deep in his ass. "I think I like you watching me." John gasped stroking himself faster.
Sherlock was frozen in place at the sight of John riding the pillows to make the plug move inside of him as he stroked his bulging cock with greater speed. He breathed in and out harder reaching down to take hold of his own hard manhood to stroke. John's muscles were bulging, to the point that he was close to coming. John was moving faster and faster on the pillows. His head was thrown back and his mouth was open in a silent show of moaning from all the pleasure he was causing himself. Sherlock wanted to watch that, to see the way his face contorted in self induced pleasure. While he gazed on, he worked his own erection, but slower. When he came, he wanted to be inside John feeling the way his newly stretched flesh closed over his hard erection. Sherlock drew his hand up lazily, added a twist of his wrist that he had seen John do, and then ran back down to the base.
John thrust his cock into the grasp of his hand a few more time before he came. The white fluid spurted out and coated the black sheets of Sherlock's bed. With the plug still inside of him, he fell back against the bed, drained of all of his strength for the moment. He was only able to turn his head to the side to see Sherlock smiling at him. "Did you enjoy that?" he asked his words slurring. Sherlock smiled and slid off the side of the bed to remove his dress pants. Then, he was right back on the bed moving between John's still parted legs. All he could do was watch as long nimble fingers touched him and then grasped the black plug to remove it. Slowly it slipped from John's stretched flesh bringing about another crushing wave of ecstasy that had his cock stirring. John sat up as bed as he could and watched Sherlock open a condom wrapper to role the protective rubber down his long thick shaft. Sherlock grabbed him behind the knees to yank him closer, the tip of his erection pressing against his anus ready to receive him deep inside.
Sherlock gave a little thrust of his hips, hard enough to push his head inside of John and then he stopped. Leaning over, he kissed John's quivering stomach and then said, "Deep breath." John did as he was told and took the deep breath. As he did so, Sherlock thrust inside of him all the way. Together they cried out loudly, but it did not keep Sherlock from moving, from pulling out and thrusting back in; a little harder this time. "Put your legs around me," His voice was a harsh moan. John did so and put his hand to Sherlock's shoulders to pull him up in close so they were almost touching. Sherlock wanted John's lips, so he took them. Fiercely. Passionately. Sherlock devoured John's moans that grew louder and louder. They were better than a fine wine. They ground down against each other. They feasted from each other's mouths riding wave after wave of inexplicable pleasure. Sherlock felt his balls tighten; the first signal of his impending release. That spurred him to move faster, moving in and out of John at a devils pace. Faster. Harder. Sherlock added a little twist that detonated his orgasm. He fell against John feeling his member twitching inside of his surprising love. John just held him and continued the kiss.
A FEW HOURS LATER:
John and Sherlock had dozed after a blinding orgasm and now John was watching is dark haired companion rest on his side with strands of dark hair cutting across his face. He reached out and brushed them away so he could admire Sherlock's graceful cheekbones. How could this young man look so delicate when he possessed such strength? John had never been so thoroughly dominated in all of his life. Normally, when he was with a woman, he was the one in control. But this, it was more than he thought possible. The pleasure had been mind blowing. John knew that now he had had a taste of Sherlock, he could hunger for more. That left a sour taste in his mouth all of a sudden. It wasn't that they had to face tomorrow. It wasn't even the thought of next week. It was the thought of graduation and John joining the army. Why was Sherlock brought into his life at a time like this? Was he meant to tempt John on a different path? John hoped not.
Sherlock could feel he was being watched. He opened his eyes to see a worrisome look on John's face. Normally he would dismiss it, but John was different for some reason. It made him ask, "What is it?" Sherlock sat up and placed his hand on John's chest. "Does what we did…?" he couldn't stand to ask the question after all of it felt so good. Sex was a bodily function to that he needed sometimes to function at peak performance. John eyes immediately scolded him for daring to suggest such a thing, but his lips would not form words. "Tell me… please," Sherlock was getting worried now and he didn't like the feeling.
John clarified something first before he got into the reason he looked sad, "I, loved, what we did. It was," He made a motion with his hands in search of a word, "Mind blowing." John arched is back and kissed Sherlock, "I'm leaving after graduation in a few months for the army." It was hard to say, but he had to let Sherlock know. "My goal in life is to be a doctor, and the army will help pay for my schooling. It's all arranged. I report for boot camp a few weeks after graduation." John was honest, as always. He continued, "I was wondering why you suddenly were put in my life on this day, but I'm glad you were." Tenderly he stroked Sherlock's cheek.
Suddenly a knock sounded breaking the bubble of euphoric bliss that had Sherlock shooting a glare in the general direction of the door. "Who is it?!" he called out and listened to the door open. Sherlock looked at John who had a streak of sudden nerves coloring his eyes. The person coming in would be one of four people; the housekeeper, the cook, his brother, or Mrs. Hudson, his mother's eyes and ears for the house. Coming from between the last stack of books was the last person he thought it to be. It was Mrs. Hudson. "Great…" He grumbled quickly pulling the blankets over him and john before she could walk closer to the bed and see them naked without a care in the world. Actually before the knock had sounded he had had thoughts towards taking John again.