A/N GUYS SERIOUSLY. I have two votes for Sherlock and two for Moriarty. I need more votes. Please. Help. Oh, and btw there's finally smut in this chapter.–Lyn
John woke and made a content sound before pressing up against the warm body at his back, reveling in the comfort the contact brought. The strong arm wrapped around his waist squeezed slightly and pair of lips pressed gently to his neck. John hummed slightly before his eyes snapped open. Wait. Why was there someone in his bed? He slapped the arm off his waist and literally rolled out of his bed and onto the floor. He grabbed the hand gun he kept under his bed and raised it as he stood, clad only in a pair of boxer-briefs and aimed it at the intruder.
Moriarty raised an eyebrow and John realized that when he rolled off the bed he had pulled the blanket off his top half. John could see his muscular, yet lean arms and torso with the faint lines of a six-pack. He was tanned and had a thin snail trail of hair that led from his belly button down to… the edge of the sheet. Moriarty smirked, knowing what he was seeing and his dark chocolate eyes sparkled.
"Is this how you greet all the women you've had over?" John sighed and bent, putting the gun back under the bed.
"No, you just startled me." Moriarty raised an arm out to him.
"Well then come back here." He said. The smaller man gladly complied, crawling into his embrace. God, he had missed this. He had missed what normally came after this as well… Moriarty traced circles on John's back with a single finger and hummed a sweet, gentle tune. John's hands rested on Moriarty's chest with partially curled fingers and his head was on Moriarty's shoulder. Moriarty's hand traveled a little lower, until his finger brushed the band of John's underwear. John pressed just a little closer. The taller man smiled softly and kissed him on his forehead. His finger trailed along the rim of John's waistband and then pushed it just the slightest bit lower, asking permission to continue. When John didn't protest he continued. He tilted John's chin up and placed a kiss on the other man's full, slightly pink lips. It started slow, and sweet, and gentle but quickly became more passionate. John groaned as Moriarty slipped his tongue into the doctor's mouth and the kiss continued to deepen. The push and pull made John moan in raw pleasure. Moriarty pushed John's boxer-briefs to his knees and then john kicked them off all the way. They were both under the sheets and when John pressed back against Moriarty John could feel the taller man's hard-on and that just made his own throb. Moriarty broke the kiss and threw the blanket off. The blast of cold air made John shiver but didn't stop Moriarty from slithering down. He let his tongue drag lazily on John's chest and stomach as he moved. He licked the pre-come from John's cock and John groaned as the other man kissed his tip.
He wrapped his mouth around the other man's member and slowly started to move up and down. John moaned and the black-haired man picked his pace up, wanting to hear that voice make that noise over and over and over. Moriarty groaned in pleasure as his cock rubbed against his boxer-brief material and the vibrations shot straight through John. John was breathing hard, his fists clenching the sheets and he came.
"JIM!" He shouted as he came down the other man's throat. Moriarty's climax came as soon as he heard John scream his name. Moriarty let the softening member slide from his mouth and he crawled up to lie next to John. He pulled John to him and the smaller man put his head on his lover's chest.
They stayed there for a while, trying to get their breathing back down to normal. Finally Moriarty kissed John and slowly detached himself. John looked hurt for a second before Moriarty said he was going to clean himself up and left for the bathroom, still in his now wet boxer-briefs.
