Sherlock dawdled in school the whole morning, doing nothing but wait until the time he would meet John by appointment. He sneaked out school and walked for awhile, took the bus and then tram, hurried through a number of narrow lanes, finally reached the shabby building. He rushed up the stairs to the 221b apartment, when he was going to ring the bell, John could not wait to open the door and bring Sherlock in and then shut the door quickly.
At the doorway, they could not help but kiss and stroke each other with the greatest possible expedition, breathing, groaning and wetly sucking resounded throughout the room, Sherlock urging to unbuckle his belt while John pushing him against the wall and caressing him greedily. After Sherlock got rid of his own trousers, he reached for John's bathrobe which was the only piece of cloth covering him. John slipped Sherlock's school uniform off, revealed his skin that already flushed with excitement, and John kissed it hungrily and left love bites on it.
They ripped off each other's clothes with the fastest speed, then the two flesh rubbed against each other with kisses and strokes. John's skilful hands teased over Sherlock's sensitive nipples and then slid down to his thighs and turned to Sherlock's buttocks. Sherlock's prick crushed against John's, that rubbing made him groaned and stood unsteadily on his feet. John took the opportunity to put Sherlock down on the ground, pressed against him and reached for the bottle of ointment which was inside his bathrobe's pocket, then slid his fingers with ointment into Sherlock's delicate buttocks and massaged into his opening which made him crazy. Sherlock gasping while be twisted around by John's little finger, John kissed Sherlock's prick while pounding inside him with excitement, that made Sherlock trembled and whimpered. John watching the flush climbing up Sherlock's cheeks, seeing him struggling to breathe under his sweaty messy curls, he just entangled with Sherlock's body and did not release him while Sherlock seemed struggling backwards to try to get away from John's trapping.
John stroked into two fingers, Sherlock's desires were burning and begging for more. So John lowered his head to suck Sherlock's cock, sliding up and down and let his saliva moistening it. Sherlock opened his mouth and lost his voice, exuding the excitement of lust. Three fingers shuttling inside his body, and being surrounded by the wet warm lips, Sherlock felt like fell into a furnace which made by sweat and heat, completely lost his mind with the dizzy feeling.
When Sherlock losing in the upside-down world, John's fingers retreated and replaced by his cock, and thrust inside Sherlock hardly. The two connecting bodies tangled on the floor, John's pounding draw the momentum of them moving from the doorway to the centre of the room. John buried himself hard into Sherlock, harder and harder in every thrust as if he were going to get into Sherlock's heart, to become one with him. Sherlock braced himself for the pounding, the pleasure made him forgotten the hard cold floor behind him, he only felt the breath and the heat of the man who laid on him, and the dazzling sense of satisfaction because of the deeply connection they were forming.
They reached their climaxes through the fierce shagging. Sherlock could not do anything but laid on the ground with his chest undulating. John still wanting more, he kissed Sherlock's mouth, sucked his neck where he could sense the strong pulse beating, his wet lips slid on his chest leaving watermarks, and then he kissed his abdomen and his pubic hair, gently tasted his soften penis, and then he laid down beside Sherlock finally, stretching his limbs, breathing heavily with Sherlock.
They just naked laid in the mess, thirsting for the salvation of oxygen, no one could say a word for a long time.
After the intense sex, accompanied by tired and whole body soreness, even Sherlock was the night owl who need not sleep usually, dozed off inevitably during his classroom test.
"Sherlock Holmes!"
When Miss Woodhouse shouted the name of Sherlock while wearing a very serious expression, Victor sincerely worried for him.
"Yes." sleepy Sherlock looked at Miss Woodhouse and confusing where he was.
"As always, your grades are the best of the class." Miss Woodhouse looked at Sherlock with great excitement, returning the last week's test paper to him, still revelling in the fantasy of vanity that the good performance of Sherlock was a result of being her student. It was such a relief for Victor that Sherlock had not been punished anyway.
Sherlock just left the hateful papers on the desk, made a gesture that looked like he was holding his head to pretend to look down, and then sunk into the sweet dreams.
That night, John brought Sherlock to the Typhoon Shelter to taste the fried crabs.
They both knew their relationship could only be carried out secretly, there was no future for them, so they did not talk about that by understanding, just had anything they could have now. Otherwise, they could discuss each other's state of love life and marriage status in a more relax way.
"She's just a simple girl who teaching in our village's elementary school," John picked a piece of food into Sherlock's bowl while talking about his fiancee Mary who was living in England right now. "Our engagement is settled a long time ago, she is a daughter of a distant relative ."
"Do you love her?" Sherlock asked curiously, chewing his mouthful of food.
John shrugged, "I don't think it's any kind of romantic love, having no intense feelings between us, I like her but it's more like a sibling-like relationship." He picked up the glass, sipped his wine. "Her parents died early, my parents brought her to our home to live with us, they both adore her very much. After she engaged to me, she can stay there taking care of them by my fiancee's identity. Marrying her is more like a promise and a responsibility, and make my parents' dream come true as they always want a daughter. After all, I leave home all the time, and my bigger brother is a useless drunk, Mary is already their greatest comforted appearing."
"It's not like you, I thought you are an uninhibited guy or some kind of cynical playboy something like that." Sherlock pouted with disdain.
John laughed, "I think we should get enjoyment out of our games, but after all, we have responsibility for our families, which is a man's duty." It seemed that Sherlock did not agree. "Don't you think your family will find you a matched one? Look at you, studying in an aristocratic boarding school, wearing high quality expensive casual clothes, you know your family will never let you choose a nonmatched person."
Sherlock stunned - he did not even think about these things, just a moment ago, he had felt disdainful about sex or love.
"Don't understand why we must get married." Sherlock frowned, really did not understand. "As I don't understand why I must go to school, I have already learned by myself."
"It's responsibility," John said while eating. "As a student, you should go to school; as an adult, you should get married and have children. This is a way to achieve our social responsibility. "
Sherlock watching John talked about his responsibility as if it's so normal, but he knew that John was not so bearing in mind as he showed, John just let himself following the social norms without thinking. It was like Sherlock had no concept about his graduated future, he only knew that everyone must went to school, and then graduated, and then would find a boring job, to earn money so that they could get married and had children, formed a boring family, and let this suffocating stupid behavior cycling forever...
In the middle of the night, Sherlock was secretly reading a thick volume under the moonlight, by the dormitory windowsill - he was studying the Annals of Crime Archives, the cases he recently studying was all about murders involved love.
Eros was one of the most primitive desires of mankind and was a common motive for serious crimes. Why the feeling and the sex between people would lead to such a complicated ripple effect, bringing such a serious lethality? Sherlock wanted to figure out the logic inside it but found that there was no such a formula could solve the mystery.
Why things involved love would turn to this chaos? Those data be collected within him and John's "experiment", would it help him to do his research? For example, whenever he thought of Mary, why his heart would have an uncomfortable burning feeling? Did the love's criminals have the same feeling when they started their crimes? Was this feeling driving them to commit crimes? Sherlock thought he still did not have enough data to analyse...
It was a gloomy afternoon, after sex, John sleeping naked in bed. Sherlock did not put on any clothes, just walking around naked in the apartment, as if they returned to the Garden of Eden, wouldn't scruple to appear in the natural state because it was so normal and beautiful. Sherlock was checking the progress of his experiment - he already moved his researches and experiments from dormitory to here, the experimental equipment and books had occupied John's table, chair and part of the floor. This was only the visible physical changing.
For the spiritual changing, they both occupied all the leisure hours of each other's, they became their partner's focus. When there was no need to on shift or went to school, they would come here, using all the time to occupy each other's body, turned themselves to be their partner's habits, let the other one be hooked and be addictive.
Sherlock found himself and John both like that feeling - they both addicted to thrilling adventures, that's why John became a soldier and Sherlock was a bad student who habitually played truant - a taboo relationship got their adrenaline going, to challenge the social norms excited them so much and made them more indulgent to this relationship.
After recorded the progress of the experiment, Sherlock climbed back to the bed, his fingers lingering caressed John's clavicle and chest, his lips hang around John's cheeks, nose, tongue and lips, John just half-awake and responded lazily. They were already familiar with each other's body, habits and preferences. Sherlock slid on top and rode his lover, leant over and kissed him, let their bodies softly rubbed against each other. John clenched Sherlock's lovely buttocks, caressing and feeling it. After a few french kisses, Sherlock sat up and slowly sank his body, let his opening wrapped around John's cock, John groaned with his eyes closed, but then insisted on opening his eyes so he could watch Sherlock, admiring him to fuck himself by John's cock, slowly and indulgent. John liked to see Sherlock moaned because of him, liked to touch the sweaty body which silvering because of sex, liked to use his palms to slide on Sherlock's skin when he concentrated fucking himself, liked to depict his body's curves and textures.
Sherlock gradually accelerating, closed his eyes and let himself lost in the joy of sex. John held his waist, raising his upper body to press against Sherlock's hot and sweaty body. Sherlock wrapped his arms around John, sitting on and riding him, they shagging hard with each other. Sherlock's voice was broken, they fucked harder and harder, John pushed Sherlock down to the bed, leant over him and fucked him into the mattress, Sherlock could only gasp under John's thrustings, cried out helplessly with his broken voice.
A wonderful natural symphony had been composed by sweat, flesh and moans, became the main theme of their time by then. Beyond the imagination of intimacy, they were just a perfect match that had a tacit understanding, it had been growing by the time they shared in the little apartment, and also by the exciting adventures they experienced outside.
They tried naked swimming in the middle of the night at the Repulse Bay, surrounding by gentle waters under the moonlight, limbs intertwined with water caressing, kissing passionately. After they landed, they snuggled down into the boat on the beach, making out inside the narrow hull. Then they were found by some nosy visitors. They rushed to run away from the scoldings, still naked with full hands of clothes, kept running until they found a corner of the wall where could hide them perfectly, then they burst out laughing. After that, they hid in the dressing room to continue making out. John held Sherlock up with his strong arms and entered him from below. Sherlock could only hold on to the wall behind him and let John kept thrusting inside his body, and John had to shut Sherlock's mouth with his hand to prevent his cries would attract the attention of passers-bys again. They both loved this exciting experience.
They tried to borrow a car from John's troop and drove it to the barren landscape of the Peak, lying on the picnic rug, shagging under the starry sky. Being a part of the universe, covered by the sky and leant on the earth, Sherlock was fascinated by that primitive feeling - as if back to the beginning of the Genesis, everything in the primitive state, the first time humans discovered the fun of shagging; as if it's a scientist's field trip, he supposed to be here to observe the behaviour of the stars and other objects in space, but he took the time to make love with his lover instead.
Sherlock tried to bring John back to school on a holiday night, sneaked with him into the unmanned school library, let John shag him from behind in front of the bookshelves of his favourite section where contained chemical books, then laid on the long desk in the study area and let John fuck him hard over it.
When Victor was back to home on vacation, John tried holding Sherlock in his arms and sleeping with him in his dormitory's single bed. That night, John woke up by the heat from his lower body, he found that his prick was wrapping around by Sherlock's warm wet lips, Sherlock 's fingers already painted with paste and wanted to touch his buttocks.
"May I?" Sherlock's voice revealed his desire. John could see from his eyes that how much Sherlock wanted to have him, the eagerness was so hot that just could burn anything, it made John's knees trembling and dried his throat.
"ok." though John was a little bit scared, he turned and raised his bottom for Sherlock. He looked back at Sherlock and smiled, "You are the first."
When John was ready, they lay sideways side by side, Sherlock clung to John from his back and pushed - Sherlock entered John, felt that he was inside him now, and that feeling shocked both of them - Although John was a bisexual veteran, he never do this with any other person, but let Sherlock have his first time, be the first who penetrated him. This was a remarkable event for both of them.
The shagging was extremely tender, on the narrow single bed, Sherlock clung tightly to John, thrust slowly in and out of him and fascinated, felt that they had becoming one, both opened themselves unconditionally to each other.
The happiness of these days let Sherlock have an illusion, thought that they might keep going in this way. Like they could sublet a similar apartment as this one, told the world they were just two bachelors who wanted to share a rent by economic reason so became roommates, and continue to play each other's lover behind the door. However, this was only Sherlock's whimsy, the idea was stored in the corner of the mind palace, under the exclusive file of John. He knew that John might be passionate to thrilling adventures and was addicted to running risks with Sherlock, but he was also a man with a high sense of morality and a very strict discipline, otherwise he would not be a soldier. John loved the secular society, he was stubbornly perseverance, he would continue to follow the social norms, be a responsible man. That was why Sherlock's fantastic idea had never been spoken out.