"Well that was fun," Sherlock said with a sarcastic smile.
"At least they didn't give us a religion talk," I said as I pulled the key card out of my pocket. I think it's rather funny when people try to give me, Dr. Watson an ex army doctor, a man who as seen unholy things and the light in people's eyes being sucked out of them, a man who believes in God, the religion talk. Just because I am in love with a man.
It really shows how narrow minded people can be.
We walked in the room and Sherlock shut the door behind him. The room was very small. There was one bed and a small hall way that led to it and hid the bathroom on the left and the closet to the right.
I took a step and the boat rocked. I fell back on Sherlock and my weight caused him to fall on the door.
"Are you alright John?" he ask as he held my shoulders to make sure I didn't fall again.
"I'm fine," I said as I stood on my feet.
The speakers rang a soft bell. "Hello sailors," the man said. The boat rocked again and we leaned into the wall. "We are currently sailing through a strong storm. Winds are up to 70 miles per hour and the rain is very strong. The top deck is now closed and we ask you to stay safe."
I went to take a step but the boat rocked and Sherlock and I were practically thrown against the other wall.
I grabbed Sherlock's shirt a little frightened for my safety. Sherlock held my hand. "You're alright," he kissed me softly.
I smiled and kissed him again. My arms wrapped them selves around Sherlock's neck as I kept him close.
The room moved and we went towards the closet doors. He held his arm out to break the crash of our bodies.
"Are you alright?" I asked.
He looked at me and kissed me again. "Yes dear."
Sherlock kissed me over and over. I ran my fingers in his hair as I slid my tongue in his mouth.
The room shifted again and we were thrown towards the hall. We quickly regained our balance as Sherlock pinned me against the wall and began to slide his hand down my torso.
My fingers began to unbutton his shirt. Sherlock's hand found its way up my shirt and almost ripped it off of me. I slid his shirt on to the ground and he kissed my neck.
Sherlock pressed his hips against mine just to show me how turned on he was already. I breathed out a moan just imagining him inside of me.
Gravity made us go towards the bed. Sherlock sat down and I kissed him again.
I sat on his lap and worked his belt as my tongue explored his mouth and my hips rolled against his body. I got off of him and kissed down his body as he leaned backwards and threw his head back. Stopping at his belly button only to tease him.
Licking the inside of his belly button was a guarantied noise machine. I don't know what it was, but that made him wild.
Kissing down his happy trail I slid off his trousers and his pants. He was not hard on yet but I held him in my hand and kissed his tip.
Sherlock closed his eyes and bit his lip.
I kissed down right to the base then back up. Slowly I took him in my mouth.
His moans were soft and his face grew red.
My tongue swirled around and I bobbed my head. Sherlock gripped the blankets as I felt him grow hard in my mouth.
He grabbed my head and pulled me up to a kiss. He shoved his tongue in my mouth and worked my zipper. Sherlock kicked off his pants then began to push my trousers and pants down to the floor.
Once completely bare we sat on our knees and tried to stay calm and not devour each other. The boat rocked and Sherlock was put against the wall. I pinned him there and kissed down his neck as I pumped his cock.
"Oh John!" He moaned with every lick and bite I did. His eyes were shut and his hands were shaking. He shakes before he cums.
"John," he moaned softer.
"Sherlock," I moaned against his bare chest.
"Oh god," he gripped my shoulders.
I panted as my hand found itself to my own cock and pressed up against Sherlock so I was wanking the both of us with just one hand.
"John," Sherlock said as he slowly pushed me away. "John stop."
Stop? I looked up at him. His hand was covering his mouth and what I had mistaken for lust was actually sickness. Sherlock's hands were shaking like crazy.
The boat rocked again and he moaned. Not a sexual moan but a moan of him feeling ill.
"Sherlock?" I asked as I sat down. "Are you alright, love?" I kissed his cheek.
"I just need to walk for a second," Sherlock stood up and tried to walk but limited space didn't help. The boat rocked and he was tossed into the bathroom.
"Sherlock? Are you alright?" I asked standing up.
Sherlock was silent and then he threw up in the bathroom. He coughed and spit when he was done.
"Sherlock?" I went to the door. "Are you sea sick?"
He was hugging the toilet and seemed to have all his energy drained. "No I-" he started and then the boat rocked and he held his mouth. He sat down and closed his eyes as he breathed. "I'm sorry," he said as he stood up and flushed.