Sherlock smiled, gave him a quick kiss, and lay so his head was in John's lap. John smiled and started playing with his hair. The brunette moaned quietly, leaning into the touch. John bit his lip and continued to twirl his hair with his finger. Sherlock closed his eyes and smiled.

"God I love your hair," John said quietly.

"I love it too" He chuckled. "Keep playing with it. Please."

"Okay," John said, continuing to run his fingers through his hair.

Sherlock rolled over and buried his head in John's chest. "Thanks..."

"I don't mind," John said. "It's soft."

"I could actually use a shower." Sherlock sat up and smiled. "I'm going to go take one. You can too if you want."

"I have to figure out how to keep this dry," John sighed.

"Use a trash bag. That's what Mycroft did that time he fell out of a tree and broke his wrist. That's the back story of why I don't do athletic things, by the way." He chuckled.

"Alright, I can do that," John said.

"Do you want to take one first, or should I, or..." Sherlock blushed and handed John a trash bag.

"Or?" John asked, raising an eyebrow.

"Never mind..." Sherlock blushed. "I'll just go first..."

John pulled him into a kiss. "Okay," he said as he pulled away.

"Unless you wanted to..." Sherlock bit his lip.

"I wouldn't mind," John shrugged.

"Do you get what I'm asking?" Sherlock asked a bit ashamed.

"Yes," John said, glamcing down at Sherlock's lips.

Sherlock smiled and his cheeks flushed red. "Okay." He reached out for John's hand.

John grabbed his hand and let him lead the way.

Sherlock entered the bathroom and reached down to turn on the water. He stood there awkwardly for a moment, before removing his shirt.

"Do you need help?" he asked looking at John's cast.

"I should be fine," he said taking off his shirt.

"Here." Sherlock stepped closer and wrapped the bag around his cast, making sure it was water tight.

"Thanks," he said. He started taking off his belt.

Sherlock bit his lip as he reached for his own.

"Are you comfortable with this?" John asked.

"Yes. Are you?" Sherlock asked removing his belt and pulling down his trousers.

John nodded.

He stood in his pants with a goofy smile, waiting for John to strip as well. John smiled and dropped his trousers and pants. Sherlock glanced down and smirked. Suddenly, he coughed and turned around, trying to hide the tent forming in his pants.

"Ready?" John asked.

"Yeah." Sherlock pulled down his pants and stepped into the shower, still trying to hide his erection.

John grinned and climbed in after him.

The water was the perfect temperature and Sherlock sighed at the feeling. He moved so John could have more room and smiled. John smiled back and stretched under the water. Sherlock bent down and picked up the shampoo,lathering it through his curls and massaging it onto his scalp. He handed the bottle to John. John started washing his own hair trying not to show how nervous he was. Sherlock moved to wet his hair under the stream of water, accidentally rubbing himself against John. He let out a moan before covering his mouth with his hand.

John smiled. He grabbed Sherlock's hand and pulled it from his mouth. "Hey, stop that," he said.

"Sorry..." Sherlock put his hand down and took a small step back.

John got up on his toes and kissed him. Sherlock smiled and kissed him back, wrapping his arms around him in the process. The blonde moaned, pressing against him. Sherlock smiled against his lips and pressed him against the wall. John wrapped his arm around his neck, moaning happily. He roughened the kiss, slipping in his tongue. Feeling brave, Sherlock reached down and wrapped his slim fingers around John's cock. John moaned even more, sucking on Sherlock's tongue, bucking into his hand. Sherlock began to stroke and let out a loud groan. John moaned as well.

"There are condoms in the cabinet...if you want to..." Sherlock muttered between groans, staggered breaths, and rough kisses. He moved to kiss down John's neck, leaving a love bite as he waited for a response.

"Can you grab them?" John asked.

Sherlock bit his lip and nodded. He grabbed the box and took one out. "Should I put it on? Or do you want to?"

"You can," John grinned.

"Alright. Turn around and put your hands on the wall." Sherlock instructed, while putting on the condom.

John did as instructed as Sherlock lined himself up, cock throbbing in anticipation. He thrust in slowly. John shut his eyes, moaning as the man thrust into him. It felt so amazing.

"F-fuck" he groaned as he slid in to his hilt. Sherlock paused a moment before pulling out and thrusting in again.

John bit down on his lip, pressing back against him. "Oh god."

Sherlock thrust in faster and faster. "Shit...b-bloody, ahh fuck"

John stroked himself, moaning out Sherlock's name. He didn't even say anything before he came.

Seconds later, Sherlock came calling out John's name. "Oh Fuck..." He pulled out placing a kiss on John's neck.

"That was amazing," John said.

"Mmmhmmm" Sherlock gasped. He felt like his legs would give out so he slumped to the floor of the shower, enjoying the heat and the water rushing over his body.

"Are you okay?" John giggled..

"Yes. That was my first time..." He smiled up at John. Sherlock moved a hand threw his hair, pushing a few wet curls out of his eyes.

John smiled and nodded. "You were amazing."

"Thanks. You were too. Was I your first?" Sherlock asked rising to his feet and placing a kiss on John's cheek.

John dropped his head. "No," he said.

Sherlock lifted John's chin and kissed his lips. "I don't care. It's okay." He smiled against his lips.

John smiled. "Thank you," he said.

He nodded and turned off the water. "My parents are going to kill me about the water bill." He joked, leaning in to kiss John again.

John kissed him back with a small sigh.

"Come on..." Sherlock took John's hand and exited the shower. He handed him a towel and dried himself off as well. John took off the bag as he dried off.

"How's your arm feeling?" Sherlock asked.

"It's amazing," John said. "Can barely feel it."

"Good." Sherlock smiled awkwardly and headed toward his room. "It's getting late. Want to stay in my room?" he asked already knowing the answer.

"Yeah," John smiled.

Sherlock pulled on a pair of pants and climbed under the covers. John slipped in next to him and stared at the ceiling.

He turned so he was facing John. "Thinking?" he asked quietly.

"I guess," John shrugged.

"What about?" Sherlock inquired.

"Earlier," John said.

"The sex or earlier than that?" he asked shifting slightly closer.

"The fight,"

"Oh. You okay?" He asked snaking an arm around his waist.

"Yeah;" John said.

"Who was it?"

John shook his head. "Not telling."

"Okay." Sherlock kissed John's forehead.

John smiled and kissed his cheek as Sherlock nuzzled into John's shoulder.

"I love you," John said quietly.

"I love you too." Sherlock kissed along John's neck, sucking gently on his veins.

John shut his eyes and smiled. "Amazing."

"Should I keep going?" He asked with a smirk, sucking on his jugular.

"If you want," John said. "I don't really mind."

Sherlock smiled and pressed a hand flat against John's chest while he nibbled his ear. John let out a satisfied moan. The brunette moved his hand lower, sliding it under the elastic of John's pants. The brunette moved his hand lower, sliding it under the elastic of John's pants.

John shut his eyes. "We just got cleaned," he hummed. "Are you going to risk it?"

Sherlock paused. "Oh, if you don't want to..." he slid his hand back out and blushed.

"Now I didn't say that," John smiled. "But you said you were tired."

"I'll be okay" he chuckled. "I mostly just wanted to get you in bed" he admitted.

"Then I'm fine with this," John said.

He smiled and asked "What have you done before?"

"Does it matter?"

"I just wanted to know to see what you like. You don't have to tell me anything." Sherlock wondered why John was being so secretive.

"You can find out quickly," John said.

"Blowjob?" He asked moving lower.

"Do you want to do that?"

"Yes. If you want one."

"I wouldn't mind," John said. "I haven't ever had one before honestly."

Sherlock chuckled "Well I've never given one so we'll see how this goes." He moved down and pushed John's pants out of the way.

"You know, I did not expect this to happen," John said, shutting his eyes. "Any of this."

"Me neither. I'm glad it did though" he smiled, taking in John's length.

John moaned and dropped his head back against the pillow. Sherlock increased his pace. Enjoying the feeling of making John moan, he began to tease him by slowing and placing a kiss on his head, licking off the precum.

John grasped his hair. "God, please," he said unsure as to what he was asking for.

He smiled devilishly, moving to suck at John's inner thigh- leaving a love bite, before taking in his length again. John shook his head and moaned.

"Sherlock, I'm close," he panted.

"Good" he whispered against John's head. He yearned to taste John so he moved faster, taking in as much as he could.

John bit on his lip more and came into the man's mouth, moaning his name. Sherlock swallowed and smirked up at John, loving how his name sounded when spoken by the moaning blonde. He leaned forward and kissed him, immediately inserting his tongue so John could taste himself on Sherlock's lips. John kissed him back, moaning tiredly into his mouth. After a moment, Sherlock pulled away and nuzzled into his neck, sleepily.

John smiled and wrapped an arm around him. "Wow,"

Sherlock smiled and cuddled closer. "Love you too." he chuckled.

John laughed. "Good night."

Sherlock closed his eyes and let sleep overcome him. John's body heat kept him warm and comfortable throughout the night.