Chapter 2

John had been in the kitchen, staring off in the distance, for the past half hour and Sherlock was beginning to wonder if he had been too forward with him earlier. It had been a rather bold move on his part to even consider touching John at all but he was somehow very comfortable touching John since he was positive that it would be a welcome gesture. Sherlock did not enjoy that type of intimacy in the same manner that John had but he could still find a guilty pleasure in seeing John's reaction to his voice, his touch and his mannerisms. It was a deeper form of flattery that he was not much accustomed to. Sherlock had never found any romantic interest in anyone nor had he found any sexual desires towards anyone although he did like fantasizing about being with an equal mind in more intimate circumstances. He still, on occasion, hoped to find an intellectual match that could challenge him in any way. Perhaps, then, he would feel the way John can feel for him. Sex was still a mystery to him; one which he was not keen on unravelling but perhaps, if he did, he would be better equipped to solve certain mysteries that were often presented to him by clients. It would be just another experiment of sorts. One day perhaps he would find that person that would be able to stimulate him in ways no other had before. Just then a cough interrupted Sherlock in his fantasy and he turned to look in its direction. It was John. He had finally emerged from the kitchen and was carrying two cups of tea which he deposited on the little oak table at Sherlock's feet. "You were right; the water was sufficiently hot," he said as his cheeks flushed ever so slightly. So, he was trying to pretend like nothing had happened. This pleased Sherlock immensely because it meant that he could continue toying with John without any awkward moments where they would have to acknowledge that something had indeed happened. "I hope my odd assortment of body parts hasn't made you reconsider your lodgings then?" asked Sherlock.

John registered the word "body" and looked away to try hiding his embarrassment as he answered. "No, I figure it is to be expected in the house of someone who works in a lab with dead bodies all the time. Will it be a regular thing, then?" asked John.

Sherlock smiled while bending over to pick up his cup of tea. "Possibly," he answered slyly. "Will your inability to reach things become a regular thing then? I could always bring up the stepladder that Mrs. Hudson keeps for the attic," mused Sherlock. John just looked very uncomfortable as a response so Sherlock proceeded to pick up the book he had been reading to let John be awkward on his own for a while. He read only half a page before glancing above his book to peer at John very swiftly. He was actually eyeing Sherlock while sipping his tea. He had a bemused expression on his face almost as though he was..."checking me out," thought Sherlock. At this he chuckled and quickly returned his gaze to his book. "Is that book amusing to you?" asked John astonishingly.

"Oh yes, it's quite the read; very humorous," replied Sherlock.

"You do realize, I hope, that you are reading Raped & Abused: The Story Through Forensic Evidence?" asked John rather suspiciously. Any man that could find such a book humorous could not be a very good one.

"Yes, I do. It's quite humorous to me of course as I developed most of the techniques they so wrongfully describe, yet they seemed to have used them for all the wrong reasons. Sometimes I wonder if people hear me in a different language when I speak," replied Sherlock. At this, Sherlock jumped up from his chair and took three long strides around the small table that held the teacups and over to John where he grabbed his hands to pull him up from his seat. He then grabbed John's shoulders and turned him over to his library. "Help yourself, John; any book of mine is now a book of yours! Feel free to grab one now to occupy yourself while I finish spotting all the mistakes in the one I'm reading," exclaimed Sherlock. As Sherlock turned to walk away, he made one of his hands linger on John's back and slowly slid it down the length of his spine which made the hairs on John's arms raise. Then, Sherlock crashed back into his armchair with his legs resting over one of the arm rests while he began to skim through his book once more. John longingly looked over at Sherlock before turning to face the stack of books messily pilled in front of him. They all seemed to be books about death in some way which was all too depressing so he sat back down with his hands empty and instead busied himself with his tea while he gazed at Sherlock who was now feverishly skimming through the pages of his book wile shaking his head in disapproval.

After a few minutes, Sherlock became aware that John was gaping at him and decided it was time to do something a little more interesting. He snapped his book shut to get John out of his little reverie and stood up from his armchair very slowly. He walked over to the mantelpiece over the fireplace where he grabbed a human skull. He began tossing it from hand to hand as he thought to himself. John observed his every move. He loved how agile he was and he especially loved how the light from the fire seemed to just radiate off of him. John was observing the light around Sherlock so intently that he barely noticed that Sherlock had stepped towards him until he spoke. "I'm actually a little hungry now. Are you much for cooking or would you prefer going out?" asked Sherlock.

John quickly thought about the incident in the kitchen with the tea and exclaimed that he would be delighted to cook something for them both. It was just as Sherlock had suspected and he proceeded towards the kitchen to show John where he had placed everything. "Are you coming then?" he asked nonchalantly. John jumped up from his seat in such hurry that he hit his tibia on the oak table and spilt whatever was left of the tea all over the table. John yelped in pain and dropped back down in his armchair, clutching his leg with both hands and rocking back in forth hissing curses. Sherlock appeared instantly with a cloth to wipe up the spilt tea and then he ruffled John's hair with his hand and mockingly told him to "suck it up." John, disgruntled, got back up from his chair, this time carefully avoiding the table in front of him. He was still clutching his leg with one hand when he limped into the kitchen where Sherlock was waiting for him. He was casually leaning against one of the counters with both arms crossed, smirking. The cupboard next to him was wide open. "I feel like pasta tonight. You'll need a large pot for that," mentioned Sherlock. John looked again at the cabinet that Sherlock had deliberately opened for him and John could see that all the pots were on the topmost shelf which he was, of course, unable to reach. He then suspiciously glanced at Sherlock wondering what his intentions were which only made Sherlock emit a deeply seductive chuckle that spread a warm reaction like wildfire through John's entire body. His heart was thumping loudly and the pain in his leg was suddenly lessened. "Is the pain gone now?" asked Sherlock; who had noticed that John was standing properly again. John mumbled unintelligibly in response and moved closer to the cabinet to see if he would be able to reach any of the pots. The shelf was still much too high for his short stature. However, Sherlock was in full capacity of reaching the pots but he didn't seem to want to budge. "I can still get the step ladder if you want," teased Sherlock while remaining perfectly still. John eyed him suspiciously before bringing one of his legs up on the counter and heaving himself up enough to reach a set of pots which he handed over to Sherlock who merely raised an eyebrow at him in response. John sighed discouragingly and tried to place the pots by his side instead before lowering himself back onto the floor. As he brought his second leg back down towards the ground, he felt it brush up against something. He turned to see what he had touched only to find Sherlock towering over him with a slight smile thinning his lips. The way his head was placed cast a shadow under his brow and cheekbones which really accentuated his features; John noticed. He was startled by Sherlock's sudden proximity and was unable to move as Sherlock took a step closer towards John, reaching his hand forward to place it on the counter behind John. Their faces were incredibly close now. John could feel Sherlock's hot breath on his cheek but he could not bring himself to look into those eyes for fear of what he might feel if he did. Sherlock was enjoying the discomfort he was causing John and couldn't help but grin mischievously at his own boldness. He then slowly lifted his free hand towards John's shoulder, pausing merely inches away from him, and he felt a yearning to see lust in John's eyes once again. He could hear the shorter man's breathes become deeper and quicker. Sherlock swallowed heavily while keeping his eyes fixed on John's face. He then softly put his hand on John's chest and John instantly looked up into Sherlock's eyes with his lips parted in a silent moan. Sherlock experienced of jolt of sheer pleasure at the look on John's face; there was so much desire in his eyes and Sherlock wanted to see more. He carefully lowered his hand and slowly slid it along John's torso. John briefly closed his eyes while exhaling a heated breathe; his entire body shook ever so slightly and a tingling sensation ran up his thighs, igniting a spark of delirious pleasure in his groin. Sherlock moved closer and removed his hand from the counter to softly place it on John's inner thigh which instantly triggered John's erection. Sherlock could feel it pressing on his lower abdomen and he trembled in pure delight at what he could do to John. He wanted to feel more. He wanted to see just how much pleasure he could give him. He bent his head down lower towards John's neck and collarbone where he paused, hovering centimetres away from his skin. He made sure that John could feel his steamy breathe on the crook of his neck. Sherlock's mouth watered as he saw the Goosebumps forming on John's soft skin. "Do you want me to continue?" he asked in a deeply seductive whisper, blowing each word onto John so that he could feel his words as they entered his mind into a maddening frenzy of delicious thoughts. John wanted Sherlock to touch him. He could barely form words to his thoughts and instead only uttered a definitive moan as he tilted his head to the side to allow Sherlock full access to his neck. Sherlock's heart jolted in his ribcage at John's gratifying response. He wanted more. He wanted to taste the sweetness of John's cologne so badly it was infuriating. John impatiently grabbed Sherlock's arms and squeezed them in pure need for them to move and touch him where he so desperately needed to be touched. Sherlock eagerly responded by tantalizingly moving his hands down John's back and over his hips towards his groin and then back up his torso to his chest. He then softly placed his left hand on John's cheek and the other on John's shoulder before finally lowering his mouth to John's ready neck. He kissed the base of it with his lips slightly parted as he moaned for the first time showing his own enjoyment at the feelings he was discovering with his plump lips. He next brought his tongue to John's neckline and licked his way up to John's jaw bone where he paused to lay a sultry kiss on the neatly shaven skin. He then slowly kissed his way to John's mouth where he took his lower lip into his own and gently passed his tongue over every inch he could explore. John's pleasure was excruciatingly delightful and building. He had never yet been touched so expertly and he couldn't help but lightly thrust his hips towards Sherlock, rocking them ever so slightly and building up his desire. Sherlock lowered his left hand from John's cheek down to his rocking hips so that he could guide every one of John's thrusts against his own growing erection. John needed Sherlock to kiss him deeply but he needed him to make the first move. "Please," begged John in a feeble voice which ignited a deep carnal response throughout Sherlock's entire body and he placed his lips over John's, parting his lips with his eager tongue. Sherlock withdrew his tongue only to take John's lower lip once again into his own, letting it go slowly and coming back for more as John emitted more soft moans of approval at Sherlock's tantalizing performance. John followed Sherlock's rhythm and slowly brought his hands to Sherlock's lower back to pull him closer to him with every little thrust of his hips. Sherlock suddenly needed even more; more than he ever thought he would. John felt Sherlock's sudden urgency and carefully began unbuttoning his shirt to which Sherlock let escape a stuttered moan of approval. Sherlock lowered one of his hands down to John's inner thigh once more and began rubbing it up and down; getting closer to John's grown ever time. John's cock was now aching with need and he thrust himself into Sherlock's hand. Sherlock responded by moving his hand torturously and slowly on John's cock, rubbing his erection through his pants. He returned to John's neck with his mouth where he passionately kissed him. He enjoyed teasing John and building both their pleasure to make the release so much more enjoyable. John began to moan even more frequently as Sherlock teased his cock and savoured his neck. As Sherlock seductively licked behind John's earlobe, John gasped while tilting his head to the sky and thrust harder onto Sherlock's pulsating cock. "Please, please," begged John as he unbuttoned the last of Sherlock's shirt and slid his hands onto his bare muscular torso. Sherlock slowly pulled away with a lustful moan and seductively walked away from John with a smirk on his gorgeous face without ever breaking eye contact. John stood with his cocking aching for more; not wanting to believe that it might be over once more. "Come to my bed; I need all of you," purred Sherlock as he opened the door to his bedroom and stretched out his hand to John. As John willingly swayed over to him, Sherlock looked the short man up and down as he licked his lips in anticipation of what was to come.

End of chapter 2 (I know I'm cruel but I just love Sherlock as a tease! Please review and I'll get on to writing the rest.)