"Smile, it's a party!" Sarah smirked at John after passing him a glass of wine.
Rolling his eyes a little, John accepted the drink. "It's a work event. This is work."
Putting her arm around her date's waist, Sarah snuggled against his side. "Would I have invited Brian to come if it was just for work? We are going to check out the trivia game in the other room. Want to join us, or stay here and sulk?"
"You two go ahead. Maybe I'll go there later." John grumbled.
Sarah nodded, and walked with Brian through the crowd, chatting easily together the whole way. John sulked by himself, sipping the wine, nibbling on some cheese and fruit.
It should have been him, snuggled against her side. Should have been him that she spoke about in glowing terms; sharing all the places they had gone together with staff at work. But instead it was Brian, and he was stuck here alone.
He had no one to blame but himself. He had been attracted to Sarah since they met, but hadn't acted on it. Was it any big surprise that she had met someone else? She was a smart, beautiful woman.
The party was put on annually by one of the big drug companies for doctors and other medical professionals. He should be networking, sharing a drink or two with colleagues. Or at least checking out the entertainment. The company had booked many rooms of the conference center section of a hotel, with a trivia game going on in one, and karaoke in another. John was sticking to the main room, with the bar and food buffet.
He'd finish his drink and go. He had made an appearance and he really wasn't in the mood to be around people tonight.
Out of habit, his eyes scanned for a man slightly taller than most, and that dark curly hair. It was already February 10th, and he hadn't appeared yet. John had been watching for him since the 1st. He knew just what he would say, how he would decline his advances, firmly and politely. All that was left to do was watch for the man to appear.
A band was setting up in one corner, and when they started their set, their stage area was lit up. The lights in the rest of the room were dimmed, making it feel more like a nightclub. Loud music, a crowd that was getting liquored up, some people making a dancing area near the band.
John wasn't interested in staying to hear the music. He set down his empty glass. As he was turning to go, he noticed a woman sitting on a stool at one of the tall cocktail tables, watching him. She was wearing a short, black dress, her long crossed legs covered in black tights.
Her interested look sparked something in John, and he accepted another glass of wine from a passing server as he thought about what to do. It didn't take long to decide to approach the woman, since he had bemoaning not taking action with Sarah all night. Here was a chance to prove to himself that he could still do this. Chat up a woman.
She was sitting alone, surprising for such an attractive woman, but John didn't question his luck. As he moved closer, she dropped her gaze, and he looked his full, admiring her slim body, her short dark hair, and her skillful make-up that played up her large eyes.
"Good evening, I'm John." He decided to go with a direct approach, leaning in close to be heard above the music. Her perfume was light, with a floral note.
Looking back up at him through her thick lashes, he was momentarily stunned at the beautiful light blue-green color, framed with smoky dark eye shadow that made them stand out even more. Her lips quirked into a small smile, her lipstick a neutral shade. "Sherlock."
The voice was definitely low, and John's eyes widened in sudden realization. Sherlock wasn't a girl's name. He looked closer at her, now noticing her big hands, her very flat chest, how large she was in the shoulders and upper arms for a woman. Her dress was form fitting, with long sleeves and high mock neck that covered up a lot of skin. The black tights hid the rest.
"It's you. From New Year's." John backed up a step, bumping into someone, turning to make apologies instinctively. Feeling confused, and just wanting to leave.
A hand grasped his wrist and he turned back. Sherlock was standing beside him now, and John was still reeling, trying to fit his memories of his sexy stranger with this different version of the same person. He was about six feet tall, but he wore the women's clothing with grace, his mannerisms making him pass easily for a tall, striking woman.
"What are you doing here?" John whispered, tugging away from Sherlock's light hold.
Sherlock stepped closer to whisper in John's ear. "I'm here for you, of course." His hand went to John's waist. "Shall we find somewhere a bit more private to...talk?"
All John's practiced words to say to this man had vanished, and as he searched for other ones, he noticed Sarah coming back into the room with her date. She spotted him, her eyes scanning over Sherlock, before giving him an approving nod. She seemed to be coming their way, likely to say goodbye before she left.
"Oh shit!" John grabbed Sherlock's wrist, yanking him the other direction, searching for the other door.
Sherlock willingly followed. "Slow down, John. A little eager, are we?" He chuckled softly.
Shaking his head at that, John looked around for a place to evade Sarah. It would take too long to wait for an elevator. The door to the stairs was closer, and John pulled Sherlock with him, heading up a flight to wait on the landing, his heart beating fast.
Sarah was an active woman, often taking the stairs instead of an elevator, so John wasn't sure if he was entirely safe. He leaned against the wall, looking down at the door below. It might take her a while, looking for him before giving up, and then collecting her coat to leave. He wanted to be completely sure she had left before he returned to get his own coat.
Sherlock looked around with an appraising eye. "Well, there is nobody around, but you will have to keep quiet. Any moans will really echo in here." He stepped closer to John, placing his hands on the wall on each side of him as he leaned in for a hard, raunchy kiss.
"Sherlock-" John managed to gasp before he was being kissed again, one of Sherlock's hands moving to cup him. John's body betrayed him, getting harder at the familiar touch, reacting swiftly.
"We shouldn't be doing this here..." John whispered, still trying to catch his breath, and putting his hands on the man's shoulders to push him away.
Sherlock dropped down gracefully to his knees, opening John's trousers quickly. "Yes, aren't you a bad, bad boy...doing this here."
All other arguments fled John's mind as that incredible mouth took him in, making him fully erect in seconds. He had wanked to the memory of the New Year's blowjob almost daily since then, reliving every second, until he was scoffing at himself. It couldn't have been that good. It was exciting and he had been drinking. He was remembering it as better than it actually was.
Ten seconds into this blowjob made him realize it was even better than the last one. John's hands went to Sherlock's hair, keeping him from going anywhere, groaning when he sucked him hard.
Sherlock reached up, covering John's mouth with his hand. "Be quiet! We have to be quiet, or we'll get caught." His whisper even seemed loud in the quiet stairway, only the thump of the music from the party slightly heard through the thick door.
John tried his best, but Sherlock was working him over, hard and fast, probably trying to make John cum quickly before they got caught. John was looking down, watching Sherlock take him deep, his eyes watering a little and making his make-up run. He was getting close, his hands clenching in his dark curls.
Sherlock pushed a finger in his mouth, probably to shut him up, but John was too far gone to do anything but suck it. His hips were moving now, and Sherlock was taking it, letting him fuck his face in a way he had always wanted to with previous partners, but never dared. Too soon, he was shuddering against Sherlock, his hand covering John's mouth as he tried to stifle the sound.
Barely a minute later, John was zipped up and Sherlock was straightening out his clothes. He took a tissue out of a small purse, and fixed his makeup using a compact mirror.
John felt dazed, watching the man apply lipstick with a deft hand. "Why...why did you dress as a woman tonight?"
Arching an eyebrow, Sherlock gave him a mocking look. "You seemed a bit freaked out last time, being with a man, even though you obviously enjoyed it. I thought if I looked more feminine, maybe it would work for you better."
"Um...you look incredible, but I like you fine as you really are. You don't need to cross dress, for me." John found himself saying.
The comment got him a half smile, and a quick kiss before Sherlock was heading down the stairs. "See you next month."
The tight black dress really showed his shape better than John had seen before, clinging his slim body. John's gaze lingered on the unexpected curve of his ass when he paused to pull open the stairway door, peeking through to check the hotel hallway. Was that really him, or was he padded to give him a more feminine shape?
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-A/N: Don't worry, Sherlock will be playing around with different approaches, trying to figure out what John likes, when he doesn't even know yet himself.
-I decided to post daily for the first five chapters, and then i'll slow down posting after that.