Look Down (Part 2)
AN: I'm splitting this into two parts just to make it easier for myself. Bananas, anyone?
"Just got out of work. Want to get takeaway when I get home? –JW"
"Not really. –SH"
"Well we need to do something cuz I'm starving. –JW"
"I doubt you're honestly starving. –SH"
"You know what I mean. –JW"
The moment John got through the door, he ran to the fridge. Not that he expected to find anything edible in there, which he didn't, though he did pause to chuckle at the half full carton of milk on the door. He was so intent on the thought of food that he failed to notice his flatmate sitting casually in his chair, legs sprawled wide apart, a long yellow fruit tucked neatly into the front of his trousers. The stem of it peeked out from behind the slit in his boxers, parting the zipper to peer into the sitting room.
"Hello, John." He called over his shoulder into the kitchen.
No answer, just an irritated sigh.
"Aren't you going to turn around and say hello?"
Raising his arms and then plopping them down at his sides, John turned around and gave Sherlock a glare. "Hello. There, happy?"
Sherlock tilted his hips upwards ever so slightly as to draw attention to them, but John was too aggravated at the lack of food in the flat to care.
"Jooooohn!" Sherlock sing-songed with a teasing inflection, nearly begging to be noticed.
"What? What is it, Sherlock?!" His palms cupped the air again, face contorted in rage.
"Look down."
As he did, his face changed in an instant. Sherlock couldn't help but smirk as the blonde saw the banana staring him down from its place buried in his crotch.
"Sherlock! Wha-"
"You said you were hungry. I figured I'd get you something to eat." His tone was nonchalant, but his expression was an epitome of amusement.
John smiled coyly, blushing behind his hands, and let out a hearty laugh.
"What's so funny?"
"I didn't know you could be so fucking sexy." John's laugh descended into a snicker, blush staying just as put on his face as his eyes were to Sherlock's groin.
"Since when do you have a fetish for bananas?"
"I assume we're just not going to mention your new-found fascination with milk."
"Your assumption is correct."
Still sniggering, John sashayed his way over to where Sherlock sat, soundless, undressing him with his eyes. Sherlock couldn't help but shutter, the doctor's gaze so powerful and lusty that he felt like he was being practically eye-fucked.
Poising himself at Sherlock's knees, he pushed the brunette's ebony trousers down as much as he could with him sitting and slid the banana out of his pants. Slowly, all while staring Sherlock straight in the eye, he pulled back the peel in four solid movements and took the fruit into his mouth. Sherlock watched as John broke off a bite, swallowing it hurriedly before going back for another, but not before he circled his tongue around the banana's circumference and grazed his teeth roughly down its sides.
All too hastily, John finished the entire banana, the last bite going down his throat in a single fluid motion. Looking up and licking his lips, he gathered up the ends of the peel and flipped them upside down, right on top of Sherlock's dick. He giggled softly as Sherlock gasped. Bringing his hands up, he flattened it over his prick, then began to move the remnants of the banana up and down Sherlock's shaft. He grinned as Sherlock's breathing raced, hands coming up to grip the arms of the chair, then one straying to his mouth, his knuckles meeting his teeth as he grunted loudly.
Still jerking him off with the peel, he brought Sherlock's balls into his mouth, suckling them gently. Knowing that Sherlock was close, clenching the arms of his chair whilst making the most uncharismatic yet sensual noises that John had ever heard, he prodded his anus, pressing into his hole just enough to make him squirm and make more of those delicious noises. Sure enough, that was enough to send him over the edge. When the detective came, he cried out, hips bucking up into the peel, semen seeping through the slits into John's hand.
Gazing down at the blonde in his post-bliss haze, Sherlock groaned as John licked what had spurted onto his hand off, devouring it in a few seconds. Looking up, John parted his lips, breathing a bit faster than usual. Gripping the chair on either side of where Sherlock sat, he hoisted himself up, then slipped the peel off his cock, the moan he elicited making him harder by the second. Tossing it to the side, he moved his hands to his flatmate's shoulders and nested himself down where the banana had just recently been.
"I'm still hungry, Sherlock." He growled, grinding his hips into the other man's, watching his head loll back and feeling his dick hardening again inside of him.
"I – ungh – see you've gotten yourself prepared already. This m-morning, perhap- oh, God, JOHN!" Sherlock grunted as he bucked up into John's heat, seething.
John stared into Sherlock's eyes, moans streaming out his lips, between which he muttered, "Shut up, Sherlock," and proceeded to swallow his moans in a kiss.
Sherlock's lips moved against his, opening slightly to allow the blonde's tongue to slither in. He moaned; John tasted like banana and cum. He rutted his hips up into John vigorously, holding John by his hips as he squirmed in pleasure on his lap. Breaking the kiss, John gasped and writhed vehemently against Sherlock's cock as he brushed against his prostate roughly.
"There! Harder!" He whined, stabilizing himself on Sherlock's shoulders.
The detective thrust upwards, slamming into him. John met every one of his thrusts with just as much force. Squeezing his eyes shut, he wrapped his arms around John's wait and, holding him taught against his groin, twirled his hips. Eliciting the most beautiful noise he had ever heard, John's muscles clenched against Sherlock's dick as he came, arching his back and grabbing at the back of the chair. Opening his eyes, Sherlock looked at John's face, blonde hair tousled in just the right ways, his expression one of pure ecstasy. Sherlock screamed shrilly as he came for the second time that day, digging his nails into John's bum.
As they both came down from their post-orgasm euphoria, John pushed himself off of Sherlock and stumbled over to his own chair, trying to catch his breath. He watched as Sherlock panted, pale cheeks flushed, hair disheveled. He smiled to himself, wondering when he would get to see his flatmate like this again. He took a mental note of his expression and of the way that his hands fidgeted ever so slightly. He chuckled, knowing that the two of them wouldn't be eating out together anytime soon.
