Sherlock and John had been a fair few dates and each one of them had gone quite well in Sherlock's opinion. Truthfully he didn't have much experience with dating but John was still making plans, which Sherlock took to be a good sign. The only problem was that they had yet to sleep together. Other than a few extremely hot kisses on Sherlock's doorstep, things had yet to progress beyond that.
He knew John wasn't a prude so he couldn't help feeling that it must have been that there was something wrong with him. He'd honestly spent their entire first date wondering and worrying about what sex with John would be like. But when they'd gotten to his door, John had simply kissed him before bidding him good night. Sherlock had been equal parts relieved and disappointed.
But now they were onto date five and still nothing had happened. Sherlock was growing restless and concerned, wondering if maybe he was simply defective. They'd had a nice dinner and kept up pleasant conversation all the way through. Sherlock had had a few glasses of wine, which is how he got up the courage to pull John close on his front stoop. He attacked his mouth with vigor while he snaked his hand down and squeezed John's dick through his trousers.
John pulled away, breathing heavily and staring up at Sherlock in surprise. "I'm sorry, did I…did I do it wrong?" Sherlock asked in concern, biting his bottom lip.
John chuckled and brushed Sherlock's fringe off of his forehead. "There is no wrong in this case." John stood up on his tiptoes and lightly brushed his lips against Sherlock's, making the taller boy shiver. "There's only pleasurable, very pleasurable and blowing your fucking mind."
John kissed along Sherlock's neck while his hands moved down, grabbing Sherlock's arse and pulling him tight against him. Sherlock moaned and awkwardly kissed John's ear, needing to put his lips on something. "Do you want to come up?" Sherlock asked breathlessly.
"No." John said pulling away. Sherlock visibly wilted at the rejection and John backtracked quickly. "No, I do. I really, really do. But I can't. I like you Sherlock, a lot actually and there's things you need to know, things about me."
"I have enough to be getting on with." Sherlock said, grabbing the front and John's shirt and twisting the fabric, forcing him closer. He kissed John deeply, his tongue sliding against John's slowly until John pulled away again.
"Sherlock, I don't want to rush this. I want you to know what you're getting into."
"I do John, I'm not a virgin."
"It's not about how experienced you are. It's me."
"I know you've had a considerable number of partners."
"I have yes but it's more complicated than that. There's someone you need to meet and things you should know."
"John, it's just sex." Sherlock said, trying to press forward again but John kept him steady.
"It's not though, is it? That's not all your after with me right?"
"No, no of course not." Sherlock assured him quickly.
"Then it's ok if we wait?" John asked, giving Sherlock a hopeful look.
"Yes." Sherlock nodded. "But you do…you do want me, in that way?"
"Yes, god yes." John curled his hand around Sherlock's neck and brought him down for a kiss.
John grabbed Sherlock by his hips and pushed him roughly against the door to his flat, taking control of the kiss and dominating Sherlock's mouth. Sherlock let out a whimper and melted against John. The sheer want John was pouring into the kiss dispelled any doubts Sherlock might have had. When John finally pulled away to come up for air, Sherlock chased his mouth for a moment, not wanting to let go.
"I'd better go." John said, burying his face against Sherlock's neck.
"Ok." Sherlock wrapped his arms around John and held him tighter.
"I'm serious Sherlock, if I don't go now then everything I just said with turn out to be a load of rubbish."
"Go on then." Sherlock said, bending down and capturing John's lips again.
John let out a frustrated little sigh but kissed Sherlock back. "Oh God." He said leaning back to break the kiss. "You have no idea how hard it is not to take you upstairs and fuck you senseless right now."
"I think I have a pretty good idea." Sherlock said, grinding his hips down against John's making them both groan.
"I'm leaving now." John announced, giving Sherlock a quick kiss and then stepping away. He shoved his hands in the pockets of his jacket and walked away quickly. Sherlock took a moment to compose himself before turning around and opening his front door, disappearing inside with a wistful sigh.
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John walked into Jim and Seb's room and flopped in between them on the bed, feeling like a little kid joining his parents after having a nightmare. He sighed heavily as Jim and Seb both grumbled sleepily, moving their limbs out from underneath him to make room for his body.
"Piss off you wanker." Seb growled, turning his back to John and pulling the covers up to his chin.
"I think I'm in love." John informed them, staring up at the ceiling.
"Goodie." Jim rolled his eyes and buried his face in his pillow.
"We'll start planning the parade tomorrow." Seb chimed in sarcastically.
"Oh come on, don't be like that. This is a big deal for me, feeling this way about someone. Besides, you know he's just the flavor of the week and soon I'll be all yours again."
"Except for the revolving door of other people you fuck." Jim mumbled, face still half buried but turned so one big brown eye could glare at John accusingly.
"Jim, you know you two are my favorites. I'm pretty sure I sold my soul to you when I agreed to move in here. I think it was even written into the lease."
"Don't mind him, he's in a snit because I ruined one of his experiments." Seb said from his side of the bed.
"Hmmph." Jim offered up unhappily.
"What he means by that is that we're happy for you."
"Thank you." John smiled genuinely at them and then gazed up at the ceiling. "He's just so fucking perfect. He's clever and gorgeous and just amazing."
"If you're going to start composing sonnets, you can just fuck right off this instant." Jim snarled, covering his ears with his pillow.
"Jim, come on. I'm happy. Why can't you be happy for me?" John asked, grabbing Jim's pillow from under his head and smacking him with it.
"Have you shagged him yet?" Seb asked, flipping onto his back to join the conversation, probably to keep an eye on Jim.
"No, we've decided to wait, well, I decided."
"That's new."
"Well I want need to explain our…situation but I don't really know how. So I think it would be best if we all went out together."
"What?" Jim asked, sitting up and staring at John incredulously.
"It's just that we're difficult to explain."
"I thought you said he was clever." Jim challenged, crossing his arms over his chest.
"He is, it's not that I think he can't understand. It's me, I don't know how to explain it."
"Understandable." Seb nodded and Jim shot him a death glare.
"So next Friday, we'll all go out?" John asked, turning his head between Seb and Jim. The two argued with each other nonverbally, shooting looks between the two of them. John waited patiently for them to come to a conclusion.
"Yes." Jim mumbled unhappily, sinking down against the bed. "We'll go."
"Thank you." John said, giving both Jim and Seb quick kisses on the lips. "Now who's going to bum me? This whole being reasonable crap has left me celibate and horny as hell."
Jim's eyes flickered to Sebastian as John sat up and started to undress. "You do it, I'm too tired." Seb said, turning his back again.
Jim instantly crawled into John's lap and straddled him, tearing at his jeans. "I hope you realize what I go through for you." Jim said, grabbing John's face with both hands and kissing him, his sharp teeth biting at John's lips.
"I do and I appreciate it." John replied, letting Jim take the lead. Jim touched John in a way that could only be called possessive, his fingers and teeth leaving marks wherever they went. John and Jim had done this sort of dance before, whenever Jim felt like John was pulling away. John lied back and let Jim do whatever he wanted, knowing the Jim needed the reassurance of John's body underneath him.
They stripped off the rest of their clothes and Jim took his time working John open to the point where John was begging for it. When Jim finally slid home, they both groaned in pleasure as John wrapped his legs around Jim. John tilted his hips up as Jim pulled out and thrust back in, finding the perfect angle. "Oh yeah, that's it." John moaned, throwing his head back against the pillow.
Seb had started snoring on his side of the bed and Jim shook his head while looking at his partner's back fondly. "Fucking ape can sleep through anything." John grinned at Seb's sleeping form before they both turned their attention back to what they were doing.
Jim grabbed the headboard and used it as leverage to pound into John. Each punishing thrust hit John perfectly as their bodies crashed together over and over. John was cursing up a storm, head thrashing against the pillow, already on the brink. He wormed his hand between their joined bodies and began to wank himself furiously, toppling over with just a few quick strokes. Jim followed quickly, pushing himself in as deep as possible as he came with shout of John's name.
Jim grabbed John and held him tightly while John trailed his hands up and down Jim's back soothingly. "I'm not leaving." John said quietly. "I'm not just going to leave you."
Jim said nothing and just gripped John tighter.
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Sherlock was waiting for John at Bart's Morgue, looking through the spare body parts to see if there was anything he wanted to take home and experiment on. He pulled out his phone to send a text to John and find out where he was but there was no signal. He looked around and saw a medical student labeling parts in the corner.
"Can I borrow your phone, there's no signal on mine?" Sherlock asked, holding his hand out expectantly.
"Do I know you?" the boy asked, giving Sherlock a weird look.
"Inconsequential, can I borrow your phone?"
The boy opened his mouth to speak but was interrupted by John walking into the morgue. John smiled and strode over confidently, wrapping his arms around Sherlock. "Hi you."
"John, hi." The boy said, shuffling his feet anxiously.
"Mike!" John said giving this Mike person a wide grin.
Sherlock eyed Mike suspiciously. "You two know each other?"
"You could say that." Mike said, laughing awkwardly, eyes flickering to John's crotch and then back up. "Did you, uh, still need to borrow my phone?"
"No thank you." Sherlock said frowning deeply, wishing this Mike person would go away.
"I should be getting on, see you in class John." Mike said, fleeing the morgue quickly.
That wasn't the only time Sherlock was subjected to meeting John's past lovers. There was Sarah, another medical student who Sherlock found John chatting with in the hall. There was Janette, who had the nerve to come up to them while John and Sherlock were on a date, just to say hi. There was Bill Muarry, who was audacious enough to hug John right in front of Sherlock.
Soon, Sherlock stopped remembering their names. Even he couldn't keep track of that many people and it seemed wherever they turned, they were running into people John had shagged. Meanwhile Sherlock hadn't gotten anything more than a few heated kisses and some palming each other with trousers still on.
"For God's sake!" Sherlock shouted, finally losing it when one of John's exes had the gall of running her fingers through John's hair and kissing him on the cheek right in front of Sherlock. "Is there anyone you haven't fucked?"
John stared at Sherlock in bewilderment for a moment. "I haven't shagged the Queen, but then she's on my to do list." John joked, stabbing at the cherry tomato on his plate and opening his mouth wider than was necessary as he ate it.
"I'm being serious." Sherlock glowered at him, leaning forward slightly so as not to cause a scene in the restaurant. "Do you have any idea how it makes me feel to meet all thee people you've been intimate with, knowing you've shared something with practically strangers that you haven't with me. We're supposed to be together."
"We are together. The fact that you're not like everyone else is a good thing Sherlock."
"It doesn't feel that way." Sherlock sat back in his chair and sulked.
"Look, this is what I meant about you understanding what you were getting into. I have a history and it's better to know now if it's going to be a problem than after."
"I don't know." Sherlock said, contemplating it. It's a bit daunting."
"I know." John placed his hand over Sherlock's and gave it a light squeeze.
"It makes me feel like you just don't want me."
"I do, God I do. But I don't want just one night with you so if that's all you're looking for –"
"It's not." Sherlock interjected immediately. John gave him one of those heart-melting lopsided grins and Sherlock felt powerless against it. Then John turned his head, the candlelight hitting John's neck and illuminating what Sherlock hadn't seen before. A dark purple mark rested on John's throat and Sherlock knew he hadn't put it there. He pushed his food away, any appetite he might have had was gone now.
"Good. Then trust me, waiting is a good thing."
"Ok." Sherlock nodded and hoped the smile he plastered on his face wasn't too obviously fake.
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Sherlock's phone buzzed for the twenty-third time that day. He looked at who had sent it and seeing that it was John, he deleted it immediately without reading it. Sherlock was in the library, trying to find a book on mummification when John strode in purposefully. It was quite an entrance as the double doors were swung open and John marched in. Sherlock noticed he wasn't the only person staring and it made a familiar churning in his gut start. He had to keep himself from wrapping himself around John and hiding him from view.
John grabbed Sherlock's arm without a word and pulled him away. They went up two flights of stairs to the top level that was mostly deserted. He shoved Sherlock against one of the bookcases in the corner, startling him. "Why have you been avoiding me?" John asked angrily.
"I haven't." Sherlock lied, pretending to remove a thread from his shirt cuff.
"Look at me, damn it." John ordered, giving Sherlock another shove. "What's going on Sherlock?"
"Nothing." Sherlock shrugged, feigning indifference.
"Really?" John asked skeptically. He grabbed Sherlock's wrists and held them on either side of his head, pining him to the bookcase. "Then why haven't you been returning my calls?"
"I was busy." Sherlock shrugged.
"Doing what?" John challenged.
"None of your business." Sherlock snapped. "You may have everyone else eating out of the palm of your hands but not me. I do not need to update you on my whereabouts, I am free to go where I please."
"Ok you're right. Sorry, I just…I don't know what happened between us."
"I thought we were together." Sherlock narrowed his eyes accusingly.
"We are."
"You cheated on me."
"What are you talking about?" John's mouth turned down and he blinked in confusion. It made Sherlock angrier that John didn't even seem to know what he was talking about. Had there been so many people that John couldn't even remember someone he had shagged two nights previous?
"The other night at dinner, I saw love bites on your neck and I certainly didn't put them there." Sherlock tried to get free of John's grip but he held on tight.
"Oh god." John said, realization dawning on him. His jaw dropped and he bowed his head slightly.
"You don't want to be with me, fine. But don't lead me on, tell me we're waiting and then you get what you want somewhere else." Sherlock tried to give the words as much bite as possible but instead he just sounded hurt.
"You don't understand." John shook his head.
"No, I don't." Sherlock agreed with that. He turned his head, unable to keep looking at John without feeling pain in his chest. "I thought you liked me."
"I do, Fuck. I've been avoiding this." John let go of Sherlock's wrists and took a step back. He pinched the bridge of his nose and took a deep breath.
"What is it?"
"It was my flatmate Jim. I'm sort of in a co-dependent but open relationship with both my flatmates. It's difficult to explain, which is why I haven't tried. It's easier if you know Jim and Seb, it's why I wanted us all to go out together. People never understand until they see us together, how we work. I just, I didn't know how to tell you."
"So what does that mean?" Sherlock asked, not getting it.
"Jim and Seb are together and I'm sort of like a…honorary member. We live together, we shag, I shag other people, sometimes they shag other people – not often though – we all love and care about each other but I see other people."
"And what would that mean for us?"
"I don't know." John answered honestly. "I suppose that all depends on you, if this is something you can overlook to be with me."
"I'm not sure."
"Just, come out with us this Friday before you make a decision, please?"
"I –"
"Please."
John's face was so open and pleading, Sherlock didn't have the heart to say no to him. Deep down, he knew he didn't want to anyway. "Yes, alright." Sherlock nodded and John's face broke out into a wide grin.
"Thank you." John said, throwing his arms around Sherlock and kissing him. "Thank you." John said again, his hands grazing down Sherlock's chest until they reached the top of his trousers. He popped the button open and then unzipped them while Sherlock could do nothing but stare at him, dumbfounded.
"John, what are you –" Sherlock was cut off as John reached into Sherlock's underwear and pulled out his cock. Sherlock hissed and the cold air of the library hit his bare flesh. John stroked it a few times before sinking to his knees in front of him. "Oh God." Sherlock moaned, knowing where this was headed.
The sheer heat of John's mouth and it engulfed Sherlock was enough to make him hard. John pressed down on Sherlock's hips to steady him and began working his prick. Sherlock fisted one hand in John's hair while the other clamped over his mouth to muffle the alarming sounds being pulled from him.
It wasn't long before Sherlock was trying to gently thrust in between those lips. Yes, more, please, oh god, more, more more. Sherlock thought desperately and nearly cried out in agony when John pulled off. Sherlock looked down to see John's swollen and spit-covered lips and his knees nearly gave out underneath him.
"Fuck my mouth." John said and Sherlock bit back a groan. John placed a kiss to the head, massaged his tongue against the glans and then parted his lips and held still. Sherlock swallowed hard and then canted his hips, pushing himself into the wetness and heat and yesyesyes. He held John's head and moved his hips slowly, trying to contain himself. John tugged forward, communicating that Sherlock could do more.
Sherlock started thrusting, feeling John encompassing him until he hit the back of John's throat and John's nose was pressed up against his lower abdomen. Sherlock held still for a moment, taking in the sight of that and then pulled back. John was breathing harshly through his nose but he didn't tell Sherlock to stop so he pushed back in.
"John, oh god, John." Sherlock moaned against his hand. He pulled on John's hair, forcing him forward to meet him. John kept his mouth perfect, lips stretched around Sherlock's cock, tongue pressed firmly against the underside.
Sherlock came surprisingly soon, his orgasm hitting him like a truck. His vision went white as waves of pleasure crashed over him. His hand dropped from John's hair and John pulled back, swallowing Sherlock's load down and then gave his quickly softening penis one final suck.
"God John, that was…"
"I've been wanting to do that since the moment I saw you." John said, tucking Sherlock back into his pants and zipping up his trousers.
"Do you want me to…" Sherlock glanced down to where John's trousers were tented.
"No, not until you make a decision." John said with finality.
"Fine." Sherlock nodded.
"And if your decision happens to be yes, you'll be finding out there's more where that came from."
John grabbed Sherlock by the hair and brought him down for a kiss. Sherlock could taste himself on John's tongue and feel John's arousal against his leg. It was too much and not enough and Sherlock wanted it all right there in the library. When John finally pulled away, leaving Sherlock gasping and debauched with a promise of Friday, Sherlock had no idea how he was going to survive until then.
