Tada! Chapter 2. Thanks for reading and following.
"I can't promise I'll never die, but I can promise that when I do, it won't be planned." I managed to get through sobs. I turned my face up to place it in the spot where his shoulder met his neck and burrowed it there, his cologne invading my nose, reminding me that I was actually here, and he was safe again. I smiled to myself through the never ending tears.
"Good." He murmured, nuzzling into me, trying to get as close to me as physically possible, "Good." He repeated in a whisper. "I murph mru..." His words unintelligible, as he drifted off to sleep.
-15 hours later-
I slowly opened my eyes and blinked at the light, ready to cry again, especially after that dream, I hadn't had that one before. Slowly I tried to get up, discovering that I really can't move. Strong arms were wrapped around my waist, and someones legs were tangled with mine. As realization hits I look up, hopeful, and see John, my beautiful John, sleeping, and I realized that it wasn't a dream, reveling in that new fact, I curled up against his chest again, enjoying the sound of his heart beat. "Good morning." he says looking down at me, slowly opening his eyes, and running his fingers through my hair.
"Mornin'" I said lazily, enjoying his fingers. "I really missed you John. I'm so sorry..." I continued feeling very guilty, and ashamed, all of the sudden. I pushed my head into his hand and intertwined my fingers with his.
"It's fine. You had a reason to do it, just don't do it again." He said sighing, and squeezing my hand, and his arm pulling me closer.
"I love you." I confessed in a sudden burst of courage. "I love you, John Watson. I love the faces you make, and the way you are obsessed with jumpers, and how you don't care that I am strange, and that you continue to surprise me, and I love so much more... I love you so much." I held my breath, shocked that I burst, and that I actually said it.
After a few agonizing minutes of him not responding I said his name carefully.
He just stared at me, with his jaw dropped, taking that as his rejection, I tried to get up, tears in my eyes. All of the sudden I felt his hands on either side of my face and his lips on mine, my eyes widened. I felt one of his hands on the back of my head, his fingers curling into my hair. I closed my eyes, and pressed my tongue to his lips, ask for admittance. Feeling his mouth open, I slowly allowed my tongue to roam around his mouth reaching every surface I could, enjoying the taste of jam and tea.
He moaned. John moaned. Then he pulled away for air, apparently realizing what had just happened, he stood up suddenly, walking quickly to the kitchen, Probably to make tea. I thought. I let him be for a few minutes, trying to get my own emotions in check, Damn these emotions, almost useless things.
I got up and followed him, not willing to let this moment end. I wrapped my arms around him, hugging him from behind. "Sherlock..." He muttered softly.
"Mmmm.." I asked not letting him go, not wanting to let him go.
"What is this?" He asked, stopping making his tea and gripping the edge of the counter top, "What are we doing?"
"Well, this is tea," I mocked pointing at the brewing beverage, "and we are hugging, or rather I am hugging, you are standing. Do you not like it?"
He looked up at the ceiling, nodding in away that said, /typical Sherlock/
"That's not what I meant." He said turning to look at me, "What is going on between us? We were flatmates, and friends, and now what?" He looked into my eyes, seemingly searching for something. "Boyfriends?" He asked airily. He shook his head and pinched the bridge of his nose, "I do care about you Sherlock, I really do, but I am straight." He nodded again "I'm pretty sure I am straight..."
"I may be able to change that." I announced slyly, pressing my lips to his, and grinding my hips into his.
I heard him gasp and felt him wrap his arms around my neck, grinding back into me, eliciting a groan from deep within me.
He started twisting his fingers in my hair, but stopped when his phone rang from somewhere behind him. Sighing, he pulled back, allowing me to keep my arms around his, and reached behind himself, grabbing the phone before it vibrated off the table.
"Hello?" He said, straining to make his voice normal.
"John, are you okay? You haven't been answering..." I heard Lestrade say through the earpiece. I grabbed the phone, and swiftly closed it, hoping to deter Lestrade from calling or coming by.
I heard John chuckle, "Sherlock, he'll call again. Possibly, come by even. I could have just talked to him, you know. Would have been easier." He stated, smiling.
"Damage is done," I replied, also chuckling, "besides, if I didn't do that, then he would have talked for hours." I finished, planting a firm kiss and grinding into him once again, pushing him against the counter. He gripped my shoulders pulling me closer.
I let my hands wander up and down his sides, too preoccupied to notice the pounding on the stairs.
"John, what the hell was that? You kn-SHERLOCK, WHAT THE BLOODY HELL!?"
"Shocking, he actually came." I said sarcastically, my hands not leaving John's hips. I watched blood run into John's cheeks, and make his mouth move like a fish. He apparently couldn't think of anything to say, so he settled for his awkward I-didn't-do-anything-wrong wave.
Sighing softly, I ignored my raging boner, which was quickly becoming non-existent, and the heat in my cheeks, and turned to Lestrade. "Hello Lestrade, it's nice to see you, but as you can see, John and I are a little busy at the moment, so if you could kindly leave, that would be fan-fucking-tastic." I muttered.
"Hello Greg." John said, staring at my feet.
"What in the world is going on here?!" Lestrade shouted, placing his hands on his hips. "Someone had better start explaining!"
"Well, for starters, I am not dead, secondly, I am trying to show John he is, in fact, gay, and it was going swimmingly until you decided to be a cock-block. Twice." I glared at Lestrade. "I will come to Scotland Yard and explain everything later, just please, let me get back to my John."
Lestrade looked around the room awkwardly, and red-faced.
"Don't worry," John spoke softly, clearly embarrassed, "I'll make sure he is there."
"Fine, have... fun... I guess." Lestrade said and then scrambled out of the kitchen. The moment the door leading to the street had closed I had my lips on John's again, I couldn't get enough, I pressed my pelvis back against his. Letting out a deep moan, I pulled off his shirt and jumper, allowing my hands to roam over his solid frame.
Moaning he began to pull off my coat, and stripped me of it. His hands were shaking as he tried to get my shirt off, but eventually managed. His hands wandered over my body, and I let my hands lower to the waistband of his jeans, hooking my fingers into the belt loops I pulled him to the bedroom, and onto the bed, only breaking the kiss to attack his neck. I latched onto his skin and sucked, giving him a rather large kiss mark, making him sigh my name.
Slowly, I kissed my way down his chest licking his nipple and continuing down. As I reached his trousers, I kissed, I kissed the bulge and unbuttoned them, pulling them down enough to keep his raging erection clothed by his pants.
"Sherlock..." He groaned in frustration. He wound his fingers in my hair, tugging gently.
"John?" I smirked, pulling his cock quickly out of his pants, kissing the tip and then licking the underside.
He through his head back, his eyes lidded. "God!" He moaned, bucking his hips.
In response, I took the entire length into my mouth at once, my nose nestled in sandy blonde hair, swallowing I pulled my head back up and snapped it back down, repeating this four times, and then just sucking on the head. His hands were in my hair, pulling roughly. "Sherlock!" He yelled. "Oh god...!"
I suddenly stopped, effectively cutting off his orgasm, and kissed my way up his stomach, back to his lips, and plunged my tongue into his mouth, our tongues fighting for dominance. Surrendering, I pulled his trousers down and off, whispering, "I want you inside of me..."
He blinked a few times, but nodded, "Um, I-I'm not... I've never done it with another man before.." He said flustered. "I don't know what to do exactly..."
"What do you normally do with women?" I asked, amused, but hiding it.
"Well, I just... St... stick it in, but... Do we use lube or-or something?" He asked, his cheeks bright red.
"Lube is a definite, but you should prepare me first, or else it would hurt, have you ever fingered a girl?" I asked, suddenly just as embarrassed as John.
He cleared his throat and nodded.
Knowing that John wouldn't have moved anything, I opened my bedside drawer and pulled out a small white bottle. Placing it in John's hand, I got off the bed and pulled off my trousers and pants. Climbing back onto the bed, I positioned my self towards the head of the bead, and sat on my knees, leaning forward and placing my elbows under my shoulders, spreading my legs wide.
I heard John open the bottle and eagerly waited as he got the lube onto his finger. I felt his finger at my opening and gasped as it entered slowly, I bucked my hips and pushed back, trying to get more of it in, "More, John... More, please..." I moaned, desperately. He pulled his finger out and pushed back in, adding another finger, occasionally scissoring them, stretching me. I moaned louder and pushed my hips back, fucking myself on his fingers, "More, please... God, don't stop..."
He obliged, pushing his finger harder and faster as he added his third finger, curling his fingers.
The moment I felt his third finger inside of me I started to buck harder. "Up and to the right." I managed to stutter. As his fingers brushed my prostate a shriek bubbled from deep within my chest, followed by moan of "I want you inside me, now..."
I coated his manhood in lube and brushed the head along my entrance, then placing his hands on my hips, he slowly lodged himself deep within me, until I could feel his balls against my arse cheeks. Feeling daring I decided to wiggle my hips and pull forward until his head was all that was left in, and slammed hips back, moaning his name, and hearing him cry out as he took the hint, moving at an animalistic pace. Removing my elbows out from under me, I changed the angle so that his his hit my prostate with every thrust.
"Sherlock!" He cried out. He grabbed my hips and thrust harder, he reached around and stroked my erection.
"John! I-I... I'm going to c-come..." I moaned, three thrust driven straight into my prostate later and I came loudly. A few thrusts later John came, his semen shooting deep into my body, collapsing on top of me. Turning my head, I kissed him. "That was amazing..." He whispered against my lips.
"Agreed," I muttered, enjoying the feeling of him still inside of me. He pulled out a few moments later and laid down next to me, pulling me close.
"Okay, yeah, definitely gay." He said as he kissed my forehead. Laughing, I curled into him as he said, "You know, Lestrade still wants to talk to you..."
"He can wait." I chuckled, "You are more important."
He nuzzled his face in my hair and said, "A nap sounds nice, right about now."
I replied by snuggling closer and kissing his chest before falling into a comfortable slumber.
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