Jim was having a fit, which his employees knew meant they should leave him the fuck alone. Moran had hidden himself away somewhere, knowing he would take the brunt of Jim's rage if he were around. Jim had no time for hide and seek even though hitting someone was exactly what he needed. He settled instead for breaking all the dishes in the kitchen, smashing them to pieces. Still, it wasn't enough and he was seething.
He needed something bigger to smash, to ruin. Maybe a country would be big enough. How long would it take him to start a civil war in Egypt? Maybe he would ruin Canada's health care system to make himself feel better. In the end he settled for starting a fire on his bed and watching as the four poster burned.
This wasn't supposed to happen. This was NOT part of the plan. Fucking John the second time was supposed to be a way to get it out of his system, not make him want the doctor more. What the bloody hell was going on with him? He enjoyed intellectual pursuits and destruction. Sex hardly ever factored into it. Now he was horny all the time and kept having wet dreams involving the good Doctor. He never had been like this, not even when he was a teenager and everyone else seemed to be overrun with hormones.
It had to be because he had yet to see John naked, yes of course. It was like receiving a gift a Christmas and only opening it part way. He needed to see John naked and then he could move on. He needed to undress to Doctor and touch every inch of his skin and then he'd stop feeling like this. Then he could concentrate on work.
Moran rushed in with the fire extinguisher, yelling at Jim for being so careless. Jim wasn't listening, he was already on his way to his study, turning on all his computers. He hacked into the CCTV footage and had each camera playing on a different computer. He started with the one closest to Baker street and worked his was around the city, looking for any sign of his little army doctor.
"Come on pet, where are you keeping yourself?" Jim mumbled to himself. Jim often forgot that other people had real jobs that they went to every day, with set schedules and lunch breaks. That's why it took him longer than it should have to realize it was midday on a Wednesday and that John would be at the surgery. He rolled his chair over to the camera and waited.
"Sebastian!" Jim hollered. Seb entered Jim's office covered in soot and coughing.
"Yes Jim?"
"Go pick up John and take him to the safe house on Holland Rd. I'll be there shortly." Jim ordered him, dismissing him with a flick of his wrist.
"Jim are you sure that's –"
"Just do it." Jim snarled and Seb left without another word. Jim rubbed his hands over his eyes and then up into his hair. He just needed a quick fuck and then he'd be able to think. John might be cranky after being kidnapped so it might take some extra convincing. After all, John had nearly turned him down at the Laundrette.
He turned off the computer screens, careful not to leave any trace that he'd been hacking into the system. He walked back into his room, coughing on the remaining fumes of the fire. His bed was pretty much ruined, having burnt down to almost nothing. Oh well, he'd just stay at the safe house after he was done with John. The sheets would smell like the army doctor and sex. Jim shivered just thinking about it. Maybe he'd get John to stay with him. They could fuck each other for hours until their bodies gave out. Yes, he quite liked the idea of that.
Jim went into Sebastian's room, looking for the cigarettes he knew Moran kept hidden. Jim found them in a matter of minutes, stuffed into a pair of socks. Jim almost never smoked but he was on edge and his whole body was humming with anticipation. He shook one from the pack, slipping it between his lips and lit it The familiar burning feeling in his throat as heavy smoke filled his lungs. He exhaled slowly, already feeling the buzz of the nicotine.
He felt almost giddy with excitement. It was like being a kid at Christmas and he had a shiny new toy to play with. God, what a toy John was. Jim still got shivers when he recalled their fuck in the alley. He'd never thought he'd see Watson in such a state. The doctor seemed so moral with his high principals. He never could have predicted John would be so susceptible to this kind of thing.
Jim wasn't used to wanting someone in this way. He'd wanted things before but he'd never wanted a person. And he did want, God how he wanted. He was going to strip John bare and unravel him until there was nothing left. He could almost feel John's lips on his skin.
He crushed the cigarette out on Moran's dresser and took the pack with him. He took a quick shower, scrubbing his body down till it was almost raw. Moriarty was meticulous about cleanliness when it suited him. Sometimes he sat around in the same pajamas for three days if he was busy working on a problem.
He stood naked in front of his closet, trying to figure out what to wear. This might take slightly more seduction on his part so it was important that he look good. Normally he would wear one of his expensive suits but John seemed to prefer it when Jim dressed down. He obviously didn't like reminding that Jim was the one who had strapped him to a bomb and threatened to kill him. The less he looked like Moriarty, the more likely it was that John would fuck him.
He slipped on a pair of jeans, disregarding underwear since it would just get in the way. He slipped into a thin white t-shirt and finished it off with a light purple cardigan. It was as unassuming an outfit as he could think of. As he stared at himself in the mirror, he couldn't believe how unlike himself he looked. Jim, the one who liked quick romps in alleyways with army doctors was back, Moriarty being caged away inside.
He called the car to come pick him up, slipping the cigarettes and lighter into his pocket. He'd waited long enough. It was time to go see John.
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John hadn't even taken two steps out of the surgery when he felt something pierce his skin. He touched where he had been hit, pulling it from his skin. He had enough time to identify it as a tranquillizer dart before everything went dark.
John awoke in a very large bed, fully clothed thank god. Someone had put a pillow under his head but he was over the duvet. He wondered who had bothered to drug him and then lay him out so carefully for when he awoke. He looked around the room and got his answer when he saw Jim sitting by the window, curled up into himself and slowly smoking a cigarette. The window was slightly ajar and Jim exhaled the smoke through it. John bit back a groan, partly from the groggy feeling from being drugged, partly because he was with Jim and finally because Jim smoking was oddly sensual when it shouldn't be.
"Finally." Jim said glancing over at John. He smiled in a way that was slightly creepy before lifting the cigarette between his teeth and sucking on it. "You've been out for almost an hour. If you didn't wake up soon I was going to get started without you."
"Get started on what exactly?" John asked as he watched Jim chuck his cigarette out the window.
"Surely we've done this enough times for to you to know the answer to that." Jim replied, cocking an eyebrow.
"Was the kidnapping really necessary?"
"I would have sent you an invitation if I thought for one second you'd actually accept it." Jim joked, walking over to the bed. He crawled over to John, staring at him the whole time with those giant brown eyes. John only realized his lips had parted of their own volition when he felt Jim's tongue roving around his mouth, claiming it.
John melted into the pillows, wrapping his arms around Jim and bringing him down with him. "I wouldn't be so sure about that." John answered, already half hard. He used to think he had some resemblance of self-control. Now he wasn't so sure. Or maybe that was just the affect Jim had on him, although the fact that the previous two times had been mind-blowingly good was definitely a factor.
Jim's lips were more insistent when they pressed against John's the second time. Jim's tongue was practically fucking John's mouth, leaving him gasping, his fingers in Jim's hair tugging at it slightly. He was fully hard now and couldn't stop his hips from bucking up against Jim's, making them both moan.
John rolled them over so he was on top and started to lift his shirt. Jim slapped his hands away and growled. "My present."
"I'm sorry?" John asked, slightly bemused.
"Only I get to unwrap it, Johnny." Jim answered without explaining at all, lifting the hem of John's shirt and slowly bringing it up and over his head. John was kneeling on the bed between Jim's legs. Jim looked up at him hungrily, his hands slowly tracing over John's skin. He moved them up John's chest, over his broad shoulders and down his arms. John shivered from the light touches and the coldness of Jim's hands.
Jim lowered his mouth to John's stomach and began sucking the skin while his hands trailed a new way over John's body. He moved them up his arms, down his back with fingernails scrapping just slightly, up his chest and into his hair. "Jim." He groaned, needing to free his erection that was trapped uncomfortably in his trousers.
"Patience Johnny." Jim responded, pushing John back so he was sitting on his heels. Jim scooted closer and took the left nipple into his mouth, swirling his tongue around it. John tried to move his hands down to undo his trousers but Jim just batted his hands away, latching onto the nipple and sucking it hard.
"Jim!" John cried out, bucking against the other man.
Jim moved over to the other nipple, biting down right next to it. Then he bit the other side and John groaned, waiting for what he knew was inevitable. But when Jim finally moved to the nipple, he simply flicked his tongue against it lightly. "God, what are you doing to me?" John asked, scrubbing his hand over his face. This was a really bad idea and he knew it, yet he couldn't bring himself to voice any of his concerns.
Jim just smiled in reply, slipping his fingers through John's belt loops to pull him back onto his knees. He undid John's buckle quickly, tugging John's trousers down to his knees so he was just in his boxers. Jim mouthed him through his underwear, licking his erection through the fabric, making it rub against him.
"Fuck…" John exhaled slowly, his fingers twisting into Jim's hair.
Precome was leaking out John's prick, mixing with Jim's saliva and making his damp shorts cling to him. When Jim was done teasing him, he pulled John's underwear down very slowly, John's erection finally getting free.
"Lie down on your back." Jim ordered and John didn't even think before following them. He got onto his back, his trousers slipping down to his ankles. He needed to be touched soon and was on the verge of begging for it. Jim pulled the rest of John's clothes off, discarding them on the floor. Jim was still fully clothed and John went to start undressing him, just to get his hands slapped away again. "Not yet Johnny, this is my turn. You can have a go next."
John stared at him in confusion until Jim kissed him deeply, assaulting his mouth again. John wrapped his legs around Jim and kissed him back just as vigorously. Jim broke the kiss just as John was about to pass out from lack of oxygen, trailing down John's neck, torso, leaving love bites in his wake. John's hips were pushing up, knowing where Jim was headed.
Jim licked a stripe up John's cock, from root to tip while his hands moved up and down John's thighs. John bent his legs and spread them, giving Jim room. Jim flicked his tongue against the tip a few times. "Jim." John gasped, hands fisting into the sheets.
"Get back on your knees." Jim instructed, moving back to let John have room to move. Jim pushed John's legs further apart before lying down on his back and slithering under John's spread legs until his head was just under his genitals. Jim lifted his face and began tonguing the underside of John's sack. He lifted them slightly with his tongue before moving down and trailing his tongue across John's perineum, back and forth in slow, maddening strokes.
"Christ." John swore under his breath and lowered his hand to grasp his prick. Jim instantly stopped and lowered his head away from John. "You touch yourself again and I'll bite you." Jim threatened. John released his grip on himself and tried to think of the best place to put his hands so he wouldn't be tempted to touch himself again. He decided to cross his arms over his chest, holding his hands down with his arms.
Jim brought his head up and took one of John's balls into his mouth, sucking at it. John desperately needed to grip something but he was too far away from the headboard and there was nothing else. "Jim please." John begged, not caring if he sounded pathetic. He needed more and if he didn't get touched soon, he was going to go insane.
Jim ignored him and took the other ball into his mouth, moving his tongue against it. John wondered if finally touching himself would be worth getting bitten. He had no idea where he'd be bitten though and wasn't sure he wanted to risk it. Instead he started begging uncontrollably, feeling desperately needy, his cock throbbing and turning purple. Jim started lapping at the perineum again and then moved his tongue up and down the cleft of John's arse. His tongue flicked against John's entrance, making him gasp.
"Jim, please, just let me touch myself." John requested, feeling ready to collapse or sob from the pain.
Jim finally moved away, slipping out from under John's legs. He moved back against the headboard, settling in and beckoning John forward. John complied with some difficulty, moving so his cock was right in front of Jim's mouth. Jim licked his lips before swallowing John's cock down, taking it fully into his mouth with one go. John's hips began canting, pushing himself deeper into Jim's mouth, needing a release. Jim put his hands on John's arse, guiding him deeper into his mouth until John was pounding against his throat.
If it was painful or uncomfortable, Jim didn't show it. He simply took John willingly down his throat and even began humming around his cock, eyes flicking upwards to watch John's reaction. "Oh Jesus Fucking Christ." John swore, one hand grabbing the headboard, the other fisting into Jim's hair. He was getting close, so ready to come. Jim was applying the perfect amount of suction and adding a hint of teeth randomly to keep John guessing. He was teetering on the edge, ready to release when Jim pulled off.
"Fuck." John groaned, dropping his head onto his arm. "Fuck, fuck, fucking fuck."
"Lie down against the pillows." Jim commanded and John did so willingly, hoping the change in position meant that Jim was finally going to finish him.
John spread his legs and Moriarty smiled at him, stretching his red and swollen lips. Jim lowered himself between John's legs and took him back into his mouth, swirling his tongue around the head. "Yes." John hissed, gripping Jim's hair again but letting him set the pace as he started working his cock.
Jim's head bobbed between John's legs and soon John was close again. He felt his orgasm coiling in his lower abdomen and was grateful that Jim didn't pull off again. He was just about to tip over the edge when Jim pinched his bum hard, bringing him back from the brink. John groaned in frustration, thumping his head against the headboard. He wondered if Jim was ever going to let him come.
John's hips started thrusting up, pushing himself deeper into Jim's mouth. He barely got two thrusts in before Jim relaxed his mouth so there was no friction. John cried out in anger, desperately trying to get something but his dick fell from loose lips and he gave up. Once he was still, Jim started working him again, slowly with his tongue massaging the underside. John put his fingers into his mouth and sucked at them, covering them in spit. He tried to be sneaky about it but of course Jim noticed John trying to stick his fingers in his own ass. He had hoped stimulating his prostate could get him off no matter what Jim did.
Jim started working him faster and John forgot all about finger fucking himself. His orgasm was building again. "Yes, yes, finally. Oh god." He said breathlessly, writhing against the sheets. He was just about to come when Jim reached up and twisted his nipple hard. John shouted in pain and was denied his orgasm yet again. "You fucking tease." He yelled.
Jim laughed around John's cock, pulling off so just the head was still in his mouth and sucking it hard. John's vision went white and he whimpered in pain. "Jim, please. I'll do anything. Just let me come."
Jim seemed to find this acceptable and started working John's prick in earnest, sucking him in long pulls. When John finally came, it was hard and a scream tore from his throat. John collapsed boneless and exhausted, ready to pass out. Jim crawled up his body and it took everything in John not to push him away out of spite. Jim kissed him deeply, both of their mouths open and John only realized why when he spluttered and almost choked on his own come. Jim hadn't swallowed and instead pushed the ejaculate into John's mouth using his tongue. John finally recovered and swallowed, really wanting to hit Jim repeatedly.
"What the fuck Jim?" John shouted angrily.
"You tasted so good, I thought I should share." Jim shrugged, attaching his lips to John's neck and sucking the skin.
"You're an utter bastard." John spat, wanting nothing more than to sleep. His whole body was limp.
"We're not done yet, Doctor." Jim murmured against his skin.
"I can't do anything more, I'm tired." John whined, shutting his eyes and trying to sleep.
"You said you'd do anything." Jim reminded him and John almost kicked himself for being so stupid.
"Fine, what do you want?" John snapped, hoping it involved as little movement as possible. Maybe he could just lie on his stomach and let Jim fuck him. He really wouldn't mind at this point.
Jim smirked and slowly started getting undressed, pulling off his cardigan to reveal the very tight white shirt underneath. John licked his lips and watched as more and more of the evil genius was exposed. He realized he'd never seen Jim fully naked and the thought made his cock twitch even in his exhausted state.
Even though he could hardly move, he couldn't help getting involved. He moved closer and ran his hands down Jim's pale chest before undoing his jeans and letting them fall. Jim wasn't wearing any underwear, which wasn't totally surprising. He got his first good look at Jim's cock and felt a rush at the idea of having Jim inside him. He took it in hand, feeling the weight and the throbbing of it before beginning to stroke. Jim tried to pull away but John grabbed his arm to still him.
"My turn, remember?" John said stroking Jim's length slowly while staring up at him. Their eyes met and they both leaned forward for a kiss. John moved his hand to the nape of Jim's neck and stroked it in time with his hand on Jim's prick, both hands moving slowly. "Tell me what you want." John requested, moving his lips across Jim's jaw and down to his neck.
"I want to fuck you." Jim sighed as John rubbed his thumb against the tip of Jim's cock.
"How do you want me?"
"I want you to ride me."
"Jim, I'm tired."
"Anything." Jim reminded him in a singsong way and John rolled his eyes. Jim lied down on the bed, kick off the remainder of his clothes. "Come on."
"Aren't you going to prepare me?" John asked, horrified at the idea of Jim entering him without lube or anything.
"Prepare yourself." Jim said throwing the lubricant stashed under one of the pillows at John.
"Are you always this lazy?" John asked slicking up his fingers.
"I just worked your cock for a good twenty minutes. I'm tired too." Jim shot back.
"We could always just cuddle." John said and Jim snorted in response. "You could have been done sooner if you'd just let me come." John pointed out, twisting his body so he could reach behind himself and insert the two fingers. He massaged his puckered hole for a minute until it fluttered open and he could easily slip the two fingers in. He moaned and dropped his head down onto the bed, his ass sticking up in the air as he worked himself open.
"I liked watching you beg." Jim admitted, his cock growing harder at the sight of John fucking himself on his fingers.
"Fuck you." John said, grinding his hips down to impale himself on his digits.
"Stay away from your prostate." Jim ordered and John did his best to open himself up without brushing against that bump.
Jim started stroking himself lazily, both of them watching the other in anticipation. "Aren't you done yet?" Jim growled impatiently.
"Almost." John replied shakily as he slipped a third finger in, working it in time with the others.
"Hurry up."
"Hold on." John said in irritation as he slipped his fingers in and out of himself. He was drawing it out to make Jim suffer but soon he grew impatient as well and slipping his fingers out, whimpering at the loss.
"Come on, come on." Jim hissed, reaching out and grabbing John's arm to pull him closer.
John let out an exasperated sigh but moved so he was straddling Jim's hips. He quickly applied some lube to Jim's cock, gripped the base and sunk down slowly. "Oh God." John moaned.
"Yes." Jim hissed.
"I don't know if I can do this." John admitted, his oversensitive body was crying out in agony as he was completely filled.
"Move." Jim ordered and John rolled his eyes. He gave himself a moment to adjust before gripping the headboard and pushing himself up and down on Jim's prick. As Jim's cock brushed against his prostate, it sent sparks of pain and arousal shooting through John's body. He dropped his head to Jim's shoulder as he continued fucking himself on Jim's cock.
"Fuck you're tight." Jim exclaimed, his fingers digging into John's thighs and helping him move.
Jim started thrusting his hips as John ground down onto him, plunging himself somehow deeper inside john. "Fuck, stop." John cried out, throwing his head back. "It's too much."
"You're fine." Jim assured him, gripping his hips tighter and raising his knees so he could ram into John more efficiently.
"I can't." John whimpered, trying to move his body faster to get Jim off quickly. His muscles were screaming in agony and he felt he might pass out.
"I'm close, just keep going." Jim insisted and John groaned in pain.
He moved his hands down to Jim's chest and rubbed his nipples as he rode him hard and fast. Jim was thrashing underneath him, his sensitive nipples unable to take so much stimulation. He bucked his hips up, thrusting into John erratically. John reached one hand behind him and began kneading Jim's sack, the other still playing with his nipples.
"Fuck that's good." Jim moaned. "So hot and tight. I knew you would be."
"Jim." John cried out as Jim thrust hard against his prostate, causing John to dry orgasm. His body clenched and it sent Jim rippling through his orgasm, coming hard inside John. He collapsed onto Jim, rolling off him so the dick pulled out of his hole.
John buried his face in a pillow and shut his eyes, ready to sleep for weeks. Jim took hardly any time to recover and decided to sit on John's back with his legs on either side of his middle. "Fuck off." John growled, not sure what Jim was up to but he was not ready for anything.
"I can't leave you in this state, now can I?" Jim said softly as his hands moved up to John's shoulders and started massaging them.
"Ohhh." John moaned, melting into the mattress as Jim's thumbs moved his circles against his shoulder, kneading the muscles. "I don't think I've ever gotten a post-coital massage before."
"You must have had some inconsiderate lovers." Jim said snidely.
"Yeah well, none of them fucked and teased me so much that I couldn't move." John countered before moaning again as Jim's hands moved lower, skillfully unknotting his back.
"Not even Sherlock?" Jim asked sounding surprised.
"You're kidding right?" John said turning his head to the side and feeling all the tension leave his body. "He can't even be bothered to do his own laundry, why would he ever think he would think to give someone a massage."
"I meant the fucking you so hard you couldn't move bit." Jim corrected and John tensed up again.
"Um, no. Things aren't like that between Sherlock and I."
"But not by choice." Jim replied knowingly.
"Not by my choice, no." John had no idea why he was confessing all this but he was becoming so relaxed as Jim worked him over.
"He doesn't know what he's missing." Jim said lowering his lips to John's skin and biting it playfully.
"Thanks, I guess."
"I am capable of giving out compliments John." Jim said annoyed.
"Well I'm glad you enjoyed it because I will not be up for a shag again until maybe next month." John groaned as Jim's hands and lips seemed to be everywhere at once. He closed his eyes and enjoyed it.
"That's no good, I have plans." Jim said kissing the small of John's back, making John arch up in surprise.
"What plans?"
"How do you feel about the opera?"
"Uh, I don't have a strong opinion either way about it. Indifference, I suppose."
"Have you ever actually been to an opera or have you just heard some?" Jim clarified.
"Just heard it."
"Then you do not have an informed opinion and I must correct this." Jim said with finality.
"You're going to take me to the opera?" John asked incredulously. He felt himself smiling and hid his face in the pillow so Jim wouldn't see.
"Don't flatter yourself, I take everyone I fuck to the opera." Jim whispered into his ear, making John shiver. He came out of hiding and rolled onto his back so they were facing each other.
"Do you now?" John asked, skeptical. "Because it sounds to me like a date."
"I don't date." Jim snarled in disgust.
"I'm not going unless you ask me out properly." John teased, poking Jim in the stomach.
"Piss off." Jim replied, shoving John's hand away.
John laughed and sat up quickly, shoving Jim down onto his back and following him so John was on top of him. He manhandled him onto his stomach and held his arms behind his back so he couldn't move. "Ask me nicely."
"If you don't let me up right now, I'm going to –"
"Wow, you're really bad at this." John chuckled, leaning over Jim so his mouth was at Jim's ear. "Jim, just ask me."
Jim thrashed, trying to get out of John's grasp but the doctor held on tight. Jim finally gave up. "Willyougototheoperawithme?" Jim mumbled into the duvet.
"What was that?" John asked, nibbling at Jim's ear.
"You heard me perfectly fine!" Jim growled.
"Alright, alright." John relented, letting go of Jim's hands. Jim tried to sit up but John threw his leg over Jim's back and straddled him, moving his hands slowly up and down Jim's back. He started massaging Jim's shoulders in the same way that had been done to him earlier. Jim sighed contentedly with his eyes fluttering closed. "The answer's yes, by the way."
"Hmm?" Jim asked, too relaxed to actually form a question.
"To the opera. I'll be your date."
Jim opened his mouth to say something and John preemptively struck, biting down hard on Jim's shoulder. He didn't break the skin but there were some definite teeth marks.
"Calm down, I'm just teasing." John went back to massaging, leaning down to kiss the nape of Jim's neck.
Jim huffed out a breath in response and moaned when John started working a knot between his shoulder blades.
"So has anyone ever done this for you before?" John asked conversationally.
"I get a massage weekly."
"No, I mean because they want to, not because they were paid to." John corrected.
"Oh," Jim said, contemplating it for a minute. "Then no."
They were quiet for a moment, the only sound Jim's sighs as John's strong hands worked away the tension in his body. Every time John added his lips, kissing, licking or nibbling the Consulting Criminal's back, Jim seemed startled by the affection. "You're lonely, aren't you?" John might not have been as smart as Sherlock or Jim, but he was able to figure that much out.
"I don't get lonely." Jim spat in response.
"It's not a weakness Jim, everyone gets lonely. It just makes you human."
Jim didn't answer and John bent over, placing soft kisses to the nape of Jim's neck. Jim went rigid, as if he wasn't sure what to do or how to react. The fact that Jim was so confused and thrown by being touched gently or tenderly made John incredibly sad and for some reason protective.
"I get lonely too." John confessed softly.
"How? You're almost always surrounded by people."
John ignored the fact that Jim had been spying on him and decided to keep the conversation going. "You can be lonely in a crowd. Sometimes more so than when you're alone."
"Explain."
"Well, when you're alone you can tell yourself you chose to be that way. But in a crowd where no one is even making the effort to speak to you, that can be worse. You're with people but you're not with them. I don't know if I'm explaining it right."
"No, I understand. I have a hard time believing someone as nice" Jim said the word as if it were an insult. "As you having trouble talking to people."
"I'm not always nice, I can be selfish."
Jim snorted. "When?"
"I'm being selfish right now."
"This is you being selfish?" Jim smirked.
"Not the backrub idiot. Being here, with you. It's selfish of me." John moved his hands lower and began rolling his knuckles into Jim's skin to work it deeper.
"But I kidnapped you."
"Yes, well I haven't exactly tried to escape, have I? And the first time, in the pub, I hadn't planned on shagging anyone that night. I was there to drink away the pain of Sherlock rejecting me and then I saw you and in a way I slept with you because I knew how much it would hurt him if he found out. Still, I needed to feel wanted by someone, no matter for how brief a time. You were just a familiar face and a warm body to me and I took what I needed from you."
"I wasn't complaining."
"Then I had sex with you again even though I knew it was wrong simply because I wanted it. I'm pretty fucked up, shagging the man who strapped me to a bomb."
"Not at all doctor."
John barked out a laugh. "Forgive me if I don't take your opinion of what's normal into consideration."
"Your attraction to me isn't really that surprising."
"Really? Because it was to me."
"You've been told before that you crave danger. It's why you moved in with Sherlock in the first place. It's why you went to Afghanistan. It also explains your attraction to me. I'm dangerous and unpredictable. I kill people simply because I feel like it. I provide what you need."
"And here I thought it was just about getting off."
"That too."
"So why are you here with me? Last I checked your obsession was with Sherlock, not me."
"I doubt blushing virgin Sherlock would be able to get me off. But to answer your question, I don't know. You're interesting. Challenging in ways others are not."
"Challenging? I thought I gave it up pretty easily." John interjected.
Jim ignored him and pressed on. "You're a healer who kills. A short, unimposing man who wears jumpers when he shoots cabbies. A man of action who is intelligent enough to keep up with Sherlock and myself. Someone who is as comfortable in London rain as he is in the desert sun. Like I said, interesting."
"Wow, that's…surprising. I'm not used to being seen. Nobody ever really notices me, especially not when I'm around Sherlock."
"I did." Jim said flipping around onto his back so they could look at each other.
"Now who's the one being nice?" John asked, biting back a smile.
"Oh don't flatter yourself, I notice everyone."
"And how many of them do you kidnap?" John asked, kissing Jim's neck.
"Quite a lot, actually."
"And bring to your home?" Lips pressed to Jim's collarbone.
"Significantly less."
"And shag?" A kiss on the cheek.
"Less still."
"And give backrubs to?" Finally John's lips on Jim's briefly before they were gone.
"The number has dwindled substantially."
"Down to just one?" John couldn't help it, he smiled.
"I'm not nice." Jim scowled.
"It's alright." John bent down and kissed him slowly and sweetly, their tongues gliding together unhurriedly. "You're secret's safe with me."
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They continued kissing, never stopping even as John got the lube, slicked up his fingers and started opening Jim up. When one of them needed to breathe, the other would move to a different part of their body. John's fingers scissoring inside him, brushing and caressing Jim's prostate and making him whimper with need. Jim thought John might tease him endlessly but once he was stretched open enough, John pulled his fingers out and immediately replaced them with his cock.
Their lips found each other again as John eased into him slowly, pushing in without haste. Jim brought his knees up towards his chest, hugging them to John's side as they rocked together, their bodies sliding together and apart. Each thrust went deep, hitting Jim's sweet spot dead on and leaving him gasping.
"Jim." The doctor moaned against his neck as he buried himself inside him again. "Touch yourself."
Jim didn't even think to argue, slipping his hand down his body and stroking himself. John was watching him through heavy-lidded eyes as Jim touched himself. "John." He seemed unable to do more than whisper.
"Just like that." John said softly. "Perfect."
Their lips pressed together and Jim felt like he was drowning. His orgasm hit him quite suddenly and any noise he might have made was stifled by John's lips against his. He spilled his release between them, John broke the kiss to watch as Jim came all over his stomach, his body shuddering beneath John.
"Oh God Jim." John groaned as he toppled over the edge. He had barely finished emptying himself into Jim when the other man moved his feet onto John's chest and kicked him away roughly.
John was startled as he crashed onto the floor. Jim jumped off the bed as John scrambled to his feet. For a moment they started at each other, both panting and angry. John was staring at him and Jim hated it. It was like John could see everything, as if Jim were made of glass. He wanted to tear John's eyes out so he'd stop. Jim felt utterly exposed and he didn't like it.
He lunged at John and managed to get one misaimed punch in before John was restraining him. He backed Jim up against the wall, pining his arms to the side of his head. Jim snarled and thrashed, trying to hurt John again. Trying to stop him from seeing.
"What the fuck Jim?" John asked in bewilderment.
"Who told you that you could fuck me like that?" Jim shouted, ready to kill someone.
"You seemed to be enjoying it."
"We're here to fuck John, not to share our feelings." Jim said trying to get out of John's grip to no avail.
"Stop, Jim, stop." John ordered, his voice austere.
"Don't tell me what to do. Don't you fucking dare!" Jim screamed, his eyes blazing with fury.
"Jim. Calm down."
"No. Get the fuck off me."
"Not until I'm sure you're not going to try anything."
Jim narrowed his eyes and scowled, not saying anything.
"Jim." John said gently. "If you want me to leave, just say so. If you want me to stay, tell me."
Jim took a few deep breaths through his nose and tried to decide what he wanted. He wanted John to stop looking at him but he didn't want John to leave. He'd had plans for them, for how they were going to spend their time together. John was continually fucking them all up and it was unbelievably frustrating. He couldn't even let Jim be angry when things went wrong, damn him.
He swallowed around the lump in his throat before tilting his head up and pressing a quick kiss to John's lips. "Stay." He requested, his voice barely above a whisper.
And John did.