Hello readers and reviewers.
Thank you all! xx
NivalKenival : Hollywood drama? God, no! ;)
thisisforyou : Got a profile you know ;) Drama now, another game later...but which one? X
SeddieShortBus : I'll keep that idea in mind thanks :)
AlyReality : Well we all have a masculine/feminine side ;) Glad you liked it :)
anksenamoon : Je vais tenter de te faire à nouveau perdre la voix. Bises jolie!
it-all-implodes : Thanks and with pleasure :)
phoenix8351 : Merci merci, un peu de drama donc (mais je suis toujours gentille avec S&H)
helenecolin : Ah ah! Mais je te hais toujours pour tes vacances de rêve :p
hardcore-muffins : Let's see if it's good then ;)
APuelloStylo : I don't want you to overload ;) Beware this chapter contains sexy times :p
power0girl : It does :)
And now for something completely different...
Different? Really?
Chapter 3 - Jealousy
There are games you're not willing to play.
There are games which are not games...at all.
Sherlock learned it at his own expense.
The light that filtered through the curtains wasn't enough to have a good vision of the sitting room but what you could see was a man pacing up and down. A tall man in a long dressing gown. He was really agitated, talked to himself, punctuating his monologue with large movements of his arms and hands. Sometimes he was almost shouting. A name. "John".
"I can't say that's unexpected." Sarah laughed.
"Be nice." John smiled to the woman.
"I'm always nice."
"Yes you are."
"Are you sure you belong to Sherlock now?" She teased.
"Ah...took me a while to admit it but...yes."
"Then the next beer is on me. Got to get drunk tonight." She stood up and went to the bar. John gave her a smile as she passed him and looked at his glass. This went well. This outing thing. Not that it was really a public one but he needed to talk to someone about his, what were the words, change of sexual orientation? Anyway, he needed to tell it to someone, not that he doubted he did the good choice, just, he needed to talk. Sarah took it quite smoothly, as she said, she hasn't been surprised. The way Sherlock stood too close and spoke to close to John. The fact he almost let her be killed by the Chinese Mafia, let her think he didn't like seeing John with someone else. The fact that he made all John's girlfriends run away tended to prove that point. Possessive, they agreed it was the perfect choice of word. And they laughed.
"Yeah I know, I'm putting myself in an inextricable situation. But I know what I do. At least I think I do...Oh god..."
"Okay, John, breath in a bag and everything will be all right" She laughed. "Have you, I mean..."
"Have we what? Oh! Ah! That's really personal a question to ask..."
"Well if Sherlock has been a woman would it have been such a deal to answer."
"You're right, we ah" John coughed "the answer is 'not yet' even if we've done..." coughed again "a lot of things.." He sat straighter in his chair "No really, can we talk about something else."
"John I'm a little drunk so I have that excuse to act like the Spanish inquisition but I also have this excuse to speak frankly." She bent over the table "John, if you love him. Show him. And fuck the rest of the universe!"
"Yes you're drunk." John chuckled "But thanks for the advice."
Late, it was late. Too late for Sherlock to consider John's absence was normal. Was he supposed to come and find him? No, he wasn't, for sure, so why did he want so much to grab his coat and run in the night. That was unbearable. He sat and tangled his fingers in his hair, tugging painfully. He needed the pain to help him not slide in insanity, in the maelstrom of his mind.
"Thank you for the help in the street and stairs John." Sarah panted. She was really drunk. "Glad you talked to me tonight. I wish you to be happy even if it's with this arrogant twat." She smiled and John smiled back.
"Thanks Sarah."
"Don't thank me, but if you change you mind about women you know where to find me." She kissed the corner of John's mouth and laughed "Bye John! Say hi to Sherlock for me." She closed the door and John went away.
He decided to walk to clear his mind, he wasn't drunk but he needed some fresh air.
"Oh Sherlock" He smiled thinking about his lover. The man he loved. He already confessed he loved him, Sherlock never answered but the kiss he gave him was better than words. Tell Sarah made him realise he had no fear to have. He had to cross the last border between him and his man. He wanted him so badly and knew Sherlock wanted him. It's light hearted that he pushed the 221B door and climbed the stairs.
The flat was completely in the dark and John thought Sherlock was waiting for him in the bedroom when he heard a croaking voice say his name.
"Sherlock?" John turned around and came in the sitting room. He saw his lover's shape on the sofa. "Are you all right?" He was searching for the switch.
"Don't turn on the light." Sherlock ordered.
"What...? Sherlock, answer to me are you all right?
The detective got up and crossed the distance between him and his man. The way he moved, the anger he could feel, John didn't understand what was happening and stood still.
Sherlock bent over, his face close to John's, and sniffed him.
"Sarah?" he said coldly.
"Yes."
"And the reason I can smell her all over you...?" Sherlock let his question unfinished.
"I helped her walk, she was drunk. Sherlock what is this all about?"
"Judging to the mark on the corner of your mouth she changed shade of lipstick."
"Sherlock..."
"What are you going to say? 'Thank you for the last few days but I finally realised how stupid I've been to think I loved you, goodbye, you can redirect my mail at Sarah's?'"
"Sherlock..." Oh my, Sherlock was jealous.
"Of course it's more simple to go back to her. Easier than having to tell the world you're gay."
"I'm not gay."
"Liar!" Sherlock shouted.
Right that was enough. John grabbed Sherlock's shoulders and pushed him until he fell on the sofa then sat astride his legs to prevent him from moving.
"Enough!" He ordered like the soldier he was "Now Sherlock you shut your mouth and you listen to me." He paused to let the words sink in Sherlock's mind "Are you so bored that you invent things to keep you entertained?" John was angry "Why do you need to feel bad? Why can't you just be happy? And most of all why can't you trust me? You trust me when I give you a medical diagnosis, you trust me to save your life so why the hell can't you trust me when I say I love you?"
Sherlock opened his mouth.
"Don't dare say a word I'm not quite finished with you. Listen to me now and don't say a fucking word!" John was swearing, that was a bit not good and Sherlock closed his mouth. "I said I loved you because I DO LOVE YOU. And listen to this, really listen. I say I'm not gay because I don't love men, I love YOU. Nobody else. Yes, it took me a while to admit I did, I do, but it's true, always was, always will. I'm not playing. Not now. This is too serious a subject to make jokes with." He paused once more, Sherlock was listening. Good. "Tonight I was at the pub with Sarah, talking about you, telling her I love you and you know what? She already knew! I'm yours since the first day. Don't ever doubt this. And PLEASE have confidence in me, in US! I can't prevent you from being scared, I know your mind never rest, but if you do, call me, talk to me BEFORE putting yourself in such a state. Are we clear?" Sherlock eyes were wide open but he didn't say a word "Are we clear, Sherlock?" The detective nodded like a boy "Right. Now come here, I missed you all the evening and I long for your mouth on mine." John stole his man's lips and realised Sherlock maybe wasn't the most possessive one in their couple after all.
"John, I'm..."
"Sherlock shut up and since we agreed let's put this conversation behind us, I don't want our first time to look like a post fight sex."
Sherlock blinked.
"I want you my love. I want you now. Do you want me?"
The detective growled and put his hands on John's arse. Suddenly he was standing, John in his arms, kissing, touching...they walked to Sherlock's room.
Sherlock ripped John's shirt off and kissed his chest giving each nipples his full and devoted attention. The doctor moaned and ran his hands along his man's spine. He tugged at the dressing gown that loose itself around Sherlock's shoulders and slid along the white skin. He opened the belt and soon Sherlock was naked. John pushed him on the bed where he fell flat on his back and sat astride his legs. He took his hands and pinned them on the bed above the detective's head.
"I have absolutely no idea what I am doing. But I want you. If I do wrong tell me." John said looking in his man's eyes.
"We'll learn together." Sherlock whispered and tried to kiss his lover. John didn't let him and Sherlock frowned. "John?"
"I'm your first." Not a question, not a statement just the truth and Sherlock nodded. John bent down and kissed his man's lips with devotion. "I love you." He kissed again tenderly "So much."
Absolutely no idea? That wasn't true, John was a doctor, he knew how the nerves reacted to friction, where to touch and how long. But he never did that as a lover. Never gone so far. Anyway it seemed he was the one that had to take the lead. And he so loved the idea.
"Sherlock..." John kept on retraining is lover's hands and lie completely and heavily against his body moving his hips slowly from side to side and the detective sighed.
"John..."
"My love..." He nipped Sherlock's neck then licked his way down from his chin to his clavicle. Then he searched and found his right nipple and took it between is teeth biting and sucking gently. Sherlock moved his hips. John did the same with the other nipple.
"John..."
The doctor let go of his man's hands and moved down to Sherlock's belly, once more he bit and licked and the consultant detective couldn't help but arch his back and grab his man's hair. John gave his man's face a look and smiled then he stopped teasing and gave his full attention to Sherlock's cock. His tongue ran up and down it's length. Sherlock's hold on John's hair grew almost painful and the doctor crawled up his lover's body.
"Relax." He whispered before kissing those full lips he loved so much. The sudden shyness Sherlock shown was almost scary for the doctor. "Should I..."
"No!" Sherlock rolled his arms around his lover's waist "I..." He sighed "I'm not used to be led and, John..." He smiled "The soldier mode you're in since we argued is quite impressive."
"Well a soft soldier then." John chuckled.
Sherlock slid a hand between them and stroked John's cock through is jeans "Not that soft."
"Obviously." John moved slowly pushing against Sherlock's hand.
"I'm naked, John, why aren't you?" All right, Sherlock felt more confident now. John lifted himself, supporting his weight with his hands and Sherlock applied himself to open and slid the doctor's jeans and pants along his thigh. Then without warning he moved down the bed and took the now free cock in his mouth.
"Oh god..." John shivered and closed his eyes as Sherlock tongue played his magic "Not too fast, please..." He managed to say. Oh no, not that fast, they had a lot to do next. The night was still young. When Sherlock let go of his sex John rolled them over kicked his pants out of the bed and surrounded Sherlock's waist with his legs pulling him close their cocks touching.
Sherlock felt he lost control of the situation again a panicked a little.
"Sherlock..."
"No." He moved his hips "I trust you." John moaned and stole his man's lips kissing hungrily.
They rubbed they lower bodies one against the other for a while until they couldn't ignore the need they had to go further and John took the lead once more pushing Sherlock until he laid back flat on the mattress.
"Is it all right if..." Sherlock nodded before John could finish his sentence "I'll need..."
"Top drawer."
"You bought lubricant?" John looked alternatively Sherlock's face and the bedside table's drawer.
"Thought it might be useful."
John left the bed for a minute and opened the drawer. He found a bottle of lube called 'Maximum pleasure' and chuckled.
"I want to believe what is written there, don't you?" He teased before coming back to bed and lay next to his lover. Sherlock spread his leg as an answer. John whimpered and kissed him feverishly opening the bottle and spreading some lube in his hand. Without breaking the kiss he put his hand between Sherlock's thighs and applied himself to slowly push one finger inside Sherlock. The detective grabbed John's hair but tried to relax under his touch. The doctor slid is finger in and out slowly, then, after a moment he added a second one. Sherlock moaned on John's mouth.
"Are you all right?" The doctor asked.
"Oh yes..."
John allowed himself to push his fingers further and brushed the place he knew was most pleasurable and Sherlock arched his back.
"Again...please..."
He did as he was told and Sherlock moaned shamelessly loud.
"Now would be the time for something bigger." He crooned and John felt his heart rate increase. He removed his fingers and Sherlock sighed. He then moved to kneel between Sherlock's thighs. He grabbed two pillows he put under Sherlock's back and positioned himself at his lover's entrance.
He looked right in Sherlock's eyes and started pushing slowly inside him. The detective opened his mouth but didn't make a sound.
It's only when John was completely in him that he realised he forgot to breath and gasped for air. The doctor pulled out and came back in with really slow motions. He knew Sherlock must feel uncomfortable and tried to help him relax around him, which he did after a while.
"Sherlock...I need...to go...a little faster now..."John panted, it was hard for him not to take what he needed now, but John was a patient man.
"Please...move..."
John growled and increased his pace, just a little at the beginning and when he saw Sherlock close his eyes and lick his lips he moved a little faster. Sherlock's cock was dripping with precum and John rolled his hand around it mirroring what he was doing between his thighs. Sherlock opened his eyes and moaned. John loved it so much he moved faster. It felt so good. It felt like nothing he experienced before. Sherlock grabbed the headboard with both his hands and in a instinctive move lifted his hips up to change the angle of John's thrust. The doctor saw stars for a second, he was really close now but he needed Sherlock to orgasm first, he needed him to experience pleasure first, he needed to know he did it right. He put his hands on Sherlock's hips and thrust harder hitting the spot he knew would trigger his man's orgasm and Sherlock screamed his name as his body convulsed and his semen spread on his belly. Sherlock tighten around John and it was enough to make him come as well. He let incoherent words escape his mouth as he rode his orgasm.
Exhausted he fell on Sherlock's chest until he was able to breath normally again.
"I love you."
John lifted his head to watch a dishevelled Sherlock. His cheek and lips where redder, god, he was beautiful.
"What did you say, Sherlock?"
"I said..." The detective pulled John up his body and looked him right in the eyes "I love you, John." Then he kissed his lover, slid his tongue in his mouth, and stroked his back lazily.
None of that was a game, everything was so true.
They wrapped themselves in each other's arms and kissed until they fell asleep.
Right, next chapter, another game?
Which one?
(be creative ;))