AN: Sorry for the long wait you guys, if you didn't read in the little note before this chapter, I had a medical issue and a few surgeries I had to deal with for the past 9 months or so. But now I am all better (hopefully) and I will be updating regularly from now on. Here is a delightfully smutty and a little fluffy chapter for you all. Thanks for being so patient! Enjoy! (:
The story had been told, the cold, hard, and potentially embarrassing truth had been laid out before them and neither really knew what to say. Sherlock was the first to speak.
"Well, glad that that is all cleared up. Now I suppose we can both move on with our lives and pretend like this never happened."
In all honesty, he had no idea why he was saying this. All he really wanted to do was to tell John how he really felt about him. But his body and mind, as per usual, were betraying him. He began to shuffle out of bed uncomfortably trying not to make eye contact with John. As he began to climb out of bed he felt a hand wrap around his wrist.
"Now wait a minute, you never gave me a chance to speak."
Sherlock turned and stared wondering what on Earth John could possibly have to say to make this situation more uncomfortable. Sherlock remembered all the past rejections and cruel words said to him by previous 'friends' and even family members. There was a reason for his cold outward appearance. His briskness and indifference lent itself to never having to become close to other people. He had built up walls around his heart and promised to never let others penetrate it, for fear of being hurt. He claims to be a sociopath, and in some cases he was, he didn't particularly like the company of other people, most were dull and boring. But when there was an individual that he took an interest too, he was forced to tread carefully because he knew that he had a tendency to become too involved, too attached. Despite all this understanding, he allowed himself to become too close to stupid John Watson. He had allowed silly sentiments and emotions get in the way, so once again in his life he braced himself for what was to come, knowing very well that he wouldn't like what was going to be said.
"Last night was fantastic. You are absolutely brilliant"
"Excuse me?"
"You heard me. You were fantastic, and I am completely amazed by you. If I am being completely honest with you, I have always fancied you. I never understood how you could know so much, understand people just by looking at them, see into their very souls without trying. Now, I may never get a chance to say this again, but I don't regret last night at all. I never thought I would get a chance to experience what I did last night, especially not with you, so thank you. Thank you very much Sherlock Holmes."
For once in his life, Sherlock Holmes was completely and utterly speechless. He had never before experienced this much admiration and kindness directed towards him.
So rather than speaking he acted.
He lunged forward and captured John's lips in a kiss. It wasn't a thank you kiss, or even a kiss of passion, it was a kiss that said all that needed to be said. All of Sherlock's thoughts, emotions, fears, all the things he proclaimed never having were poured into this kiss, and John reciprocated like his life depended on it. The clash of teeth and tongue, the frantic pulling on clothes, buttons flying, fumbling fingers, the slip and slide of skin. It was hot, and sweaty, the smell of sex hung thick in the air.
He pressed his body right against John's, their erections rubbing together, John's hips bucking up in earnest in a desperate attempt to attain the friction he desperately wanted. Sherlock began to kiss John's neck, licking and biting, leaving red marks in his wake. His hands roamed down towards their cocks, lined up together, swollen and aching to be touched. He gingerly wrapped his fingers around them both, the feeling of their cocks sliding against each other causing both of them to moan in pleasure. Then slowly, much to John's surprise, Sherlock began to kiss his way down John's body, leaving bite marks across his chest, teasing his nipples with his tongue, suckling the sensitive skin where John's hipbones jutted out.
John could feel Sherlock's breath on his cock, his mouth, hot and wet, hovered inches above the glistening head of his cock. He thrust his hips up trying to get Sherlock to wrap his lips around his member, but every time he did, Sherlock pulled away. Just as John thought his patience would break, Sherlock looked up, locking blue eyes with brown, and swallowed him down whole. John's head rolled back in pleasure as gasps of sheer ecstasy escaped from his lips. But Sherlock held his hips in place, not letting him thrust into his mouth, and began moving agonizingly slowly. As he bobbed his head back, he wrapped his hand around the base of John's hard prick and began to move his hand in sync with his mouth. With the addition of his hand, John could no longer contain himself. He began to scream and moan and practically writhe in pleasure. A slew of curses were coming from his mouth.
"Oh fuck Sherlock, oh fuck... Jesus your mouth feels so good. Faster please, please Sherlock faster!"
So Sherlock acquiesced, moving his mouth and hand more frantically, bobbing at a faster rhythm. He began massaging John's balls with his other hand, rolling them gently, using just enough pressure to drive him mad. He removed his mouth from John's member with an erotic pop, then began kissing his way down the shaft. He put one of John's balls into his mouth and lathed the flat of his tongue against it, then moving on to the other. Moving back to the shaft, he licked John's dick from the very base to the very tip, before once again taking him all the way down. He resumed his ministrations with even more gusto than before. Determined to push John to the very edge Sherlock made full use of his tongue, pressing it against John's cock as he swallowed around him.
John's desperate cries filled the room once more. He threaded his hands through Sherlock's dark curls, and pulled against his hair urging him to go faster.
"Sherlock, oh God, I am so close, please don't stop. God you are beautiful, your mouth is so hot and tight around my dick. Fuck, fuck, fuck..." John gasped as he felt his orgasm approaching, he began thrusting up into Sherlock's mouth. But right as he was on the edge of orgasm, Sherlock pulled his mouth away. John groaned in frustration as he determinedly refrained from stroking himself to finish.
"Why did you stop?"
Sherlock looked forward with a devious smile. Placing his own fingers in his mouth, lubricating them generously, he spread John's legs and placed a single finger against John's tight hole.
Breathing raggedly, Sherlock managed to whisper,"Now it's my turn to show you how I feel."
