Authors Note: Here be chapter 4, which also kind leads up to my first foray into writing anything explicit so please...please be kind about it!

Thanks to the wonderful fortheloveoftea who is her magnificence beta'd this for me!

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Ususal Disclaimers: Not my mine, never was!

Chapter 4

Taking the look on John's face as a go-ahead, Sherlock captured John's lips once again, pushing against him more forcefully. John began to ache at the pressure the counter was putting on his lower back, causing him to arch closer to Sherlock. Sherlock took this moment to deepen the kiss, which had now become impatient and rough. Catching John's bottom lip between his lips, Sherlock tugged gently, earning a slight gasp from the smaller man. Hand's ran through John's hair, before slipping lower, one resting on the back of his neck, the other on the base of his back and pulled John impossibly close.

Whether it was the need to have Sherlock closer to him, or to keep himself upright John wasn't sure but his hands also began to move, gripping Sherlock by the lapels and pulling him closer. Tongues danced and wrestled for dominance as John pushed Sherlock up against the adjacent wall. The satisfying thud that Sherlocks body made as it came into contact with the wall, followed by the sharp moan that escaped from his lips sent a chill through John's body, he smirked, Sherlock hadn't expected that. John was many things: intelligent, normal, reliable, sensible, but he would never back down from a challenge. John was an army boy first and foremost, he would not shy away.

Right now the logical part of John's brain, the part that would have usually shouted 'STOP!' when it came to rushing into things, was instead, trying to figure out the fastest route to Sherlocks bedroom – through the sitting room around the coffee table or through the sitting room around the sofa? Then like a flash, in a moment of genius the answer appeared - just get to the sofa!

Sherlock broke the kiss once more. 'I'm not taking you on the sofa.' he whispered huskily in John's ear. The man had read his thoughts, the voice and the words he had spoken sent a quiver straight to John's already hard prick... I'm not taking you on the sofa...' and all John could think in that moment, was where exactly Sherlock was planning to take him? A tremour of anticipation snaked down his body.

Sherlock pushed against John, and still locked to John's lips, began to maneuver them in through the sitting room. Apparently Sherlock had deduced that going around the sofa was the fastest way to his bedroom. However, as they moved, Sherlock caught his foot on one of the numerous bits of rubbish that took over the floor and collapsed onto the sofa, John landing on top of him. John smirked.

Hands rushed to remove clothes, as John pushed the coat from Sherlock's shoulders. Sherlock arched forward to get his arms out of the sleeves, their lips separating for a moment as John pulled his jumper over his head, messing his already tussled hair. Hands groped and grabbed at any flesh available as John's lips made their way to Sherlock's long and pale neck. He teased at the pulse point and felt it jump beneath his lips. His tongue led a trail up the side of Sherlocks neck to his ear, where he bit down on the lobe. The low hiss that escaped from Sherlock's lips was abruptly interrupted by John's lips crashing against them again.

As nervous hands began to open the buttons on Sherlocks shirt, slowly revealing the long pale torso beneath, surer hands lightly trailed up and down John's back, under his t-shirt. John's hands hovered above Sherlock's skin, cautious or teasing, Sherlock wasn't sure, but in his impatience he bucked his hips up toward John. In shock, John grabbed Sherlocks hips and ground down into him, rubbing against his hardness, causing Sherlock to grab John's shoulder's in a vice like grip and groan audibly.

Surgical fingers explored Sherlock's chest and stomach, lightly trailing paths of fire down his skin, causing a burn to pool in the pit of his stomach. Blunt finger nails scratched dull lines down Sherlock's sides when he bucked up once again, trying to feel John's body pressed up against his own.

John broke the kiss, leant down on his elbows, and rested his forehead against Sherlock's, his eyes closed. He needed to calm down. He daren't open his eyes because the reality of the situation might just come crashing down on top of him if he did. They remained there for a few moments, Sherlock's ragged breathing tickling John's nose and mouth. He smiled absentmindedly at that.

He suddenly snapped his eyes open when nibble fingers began working on his zips. Looking down, Sherlock was staring at him with a cheshire grin across his face. Then long elegant fingers found themselves wrapped around John's cock and he chocked back a sob before hissing lowly. 'Oh Sweet Jesus...'

Authors Note: There it be... Was I being a little bit cruel? :) Read and review if you please!

There won't be an update till sometime next week (halloween is in 2 days and I must make ready, but i promise that I won't leave the boys hanging on for long!)