Sorry this took so long, ugh! Really, I was afraid to put this up… I have written slash before but it doesn't get any easier to write as you keep writing it or at least I think so. I struggled writing it because I was afraid it wasn't good enough but now that it's written I'm just going to leave it. Sorry for crappy grammar and stuff :(
Also, this chapter seemed like it is mostly slash but the next chapter will have more adventure :)
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Jolly jamacian janitor – You're Welcome :) I got the name 'dirty dicks' for just looking up funny names for pubs. 'THIS IS MY GODDAMN REDBULL! DOES GIVE YOU WINGS MUTHA UCKAS' this made my day :D
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As they fell John looked down at what lay below them. Crocodiles. He looked at the side of the cliff as they rushed past. Sherlock held on John tightly bracing himself for the water but John saw something helpful and without thinking it through, grabbed on to a root hanging out of the cliff wall. His arm jerked them both to a halt, pain jolted through his arm and he yelled out in pain. Sherlock lost his grip around John but his hand was grabbed by the blonde's. The taller boy looked up at the shorter one in surprise.
"For a skinny guy, you're kind of heavy," John grunted trying to pull Sherlock up. It occurred to him that he should work out more. Sherlock smiled up at his hero, John smiled back. They both looked up at the sound of yelling overhead.
"John Watson!" Lestrade yelled standing at the edge of the cliff with three police officers behind him. They shouted a little more and looked around but the only place off the cliff was down in to the water below. By now, the dead body of the bartender had been devoured and the crocodiles hidden beneath the water's surface. Lestrade sighed. He'd lost the boy everyone had been so worked up on the news about. John Watson was alive but from the looks of it he wasn't any more.
John heard his name being called but was terrified that it may be someone trying to kill him. His arms were weakening and his shoulder was in a tremendous amount of pain but he didn't dare make a noise for fear that the people above might hear.
"Contact Scotland Yard and have them send in a large search party," Lestrade ordered. "The least we can do is find the poor bastard's body."
'Scotland Yard?' John thought. 'They must be police officers.' John tried to call out to them but he had no strength to yell, every bit of strength he had was being poured in to holding on to Sherlock and dear life. Sherlock was relieved that John only let out a small squeak and a heavy breath when someone overhead mentioned Scotland Yard. If the police saved his companion then there would be no need for Sherlock to help him which meant Sherlock would never get to see the fireworks for his birthday.
The police went back through the dark cave. They passed by two hidden figures not even noticing them due to the lack of light. Lestrade regretted forgetting his flash light.
Moriarty and Emma waited as the police walked by and then walked in to the opening and found themselves on the cliff everyone seemed to be having trouble with. Emma was about to say something but was quickly stopped by Moriarty's hand over her mouth and his gun pointed at her gut. They stood there listening.
They two boys hanging off the cliff sighed in unison. John sighed with disappointment that help had gone and they thought he was dead and Sherlock sighed in relief for the exact same reason.
"Sherlock," John finally choked out, his voice was strained and his hand started to slip. "Can't-"
Moriarty heard Sherlock's name spoken. He let go of Emma's mouth, she knew why they were being quiet now. They listened quietly and intently.
Sherlock didn't even need to hear it, he already knew his companion wasn't strong enough to lift their weight. He climbed up John doing his best not to hurt the strained boy. He lifted himself up and back on to the cliff. Scanning the area, there was no one in sight. What he didn't know was that Moriarty and Emma had retreated in to the cave and was watching. Sherlock reached down and pulled John up by his coat. The shorter boy fell to his knees and held his shoulder, it hurt a lot.
"What's wrong?" Sherlock asked. It took a while for John to catch his breath but after a few minutes he finally spoke.
"I dislocated my shoulder," John answered. Sherlock immediately pushed his companion on his back to the ground surprising John and the others watching. Sherlock's face showed worry but then went to concentration. Moriarty was surprised to see that his 'son' was slightly worried. Emma just cringed at the pain John was probably feeling due to the fact that he had dislocated his shoulder and was just pushed on to his back which was not at all gentle. John yelled out in pain. "What the hell!"
"I'm going to relocate it," Sherlock said straddling John's hips to grab John's injured arm at a better angle.
"What the hell!" John yelled again.
"No need to repeat yourself, I heard you the first time," Sherlock said and started to bend John's arm in certain ways making his shoulder move some. Sherlock wasn't gentle at all. "You fucking bastard!" John shouted as his shoulder was painfully relocated.
Moriarty grabbed Emma and they walked through the cave back to the pub. The pub was still empty except for the two drunks there.
"Why didn't you take them? They were right there!" Emma shouted. The sooner Moriarty got those two boys the sooner he'd let her go. Moriarty didn't pay any attention to her, he was thinking. "Hey!" She yelled. He pulled out his gun and jammed it in to her stomach. Her eyes became wide with surprise and fear. A shot rang out. Moriarty watched as the lifeless girl fell, a hole between her eyes, to the ground. The psychopath smiled and looked behind him to see Sebastian and his men.
"Seb!" Moriarty exclaimed cheerfully. "Your aim impresses me as always."
"I know how much you hate getting your hands dirty," Sebastian said walking up to his boss. Moriarty smiled wider.
"You're quite right. Now to business, I found my darling 'son' and Mr. Watson," Moriarty said.
"Would you like us to extract them?"
"No," Moriarty said. "Keep an eye on them, let me know when they get to London," Moriarty said with a wide evil smile that could cut deep in to the hearts of men and shred their eyes.
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John panted hard from the unmerciful pain of Sherlock relocating his shoulder. His eyes were still closed tightly from the searing pain and he was almost too afraid to open them for fear of all the pain coming back. His shoulder still hurt but not as bad as before, the pain subsided.
Sherlock looked down at the panting boy under him. He examined John's face, his cheeks red, face pale, and his lips luscious. Sherlock started to feel those hormonal feelings again and they were back stronger than ever. His breathing started to quicken, his body felt hot. Being on top of his companion wasn't helping at all but he couldn't bring himself to move.
They stayed like that for a long time. John's panting subsided to heavy breathing and then to slow breaths. His eyes were no longer tightly closed, they were just closed. Sherlock leaned his face right in front of John's. He wanted to kiss the boy again.
"Sherlock," John said in almost a whisper. The taller boy froze in place; he was close enough to his companion's mouth to feel the heat of each breath he made. "You kissed me." John opened his eyes and looked at Sherlock above him. The boy's beautiful dark hair hung over his face shading it from the sun. The cold winter air blew around them both but the boys were warm from each other and their desires.
"I kissed you." Sherlock wasn't sure what else to say to John about the kiss. He had done it on impulse and at this point he wished he hadn't. John lifted himself a little and kissed Sherlock tenderly on the lips. This surprised the dark hair boy and he was frozen in place, all regrets about kissing his companion were gone. John released Sherlock's lips and watched the taller boy's reaction. Sherlock shook away is shock and wrapped his arm around John's waist and bringing the boy closer. He kissed him deeply, plunging his tongue in to John's mouth, exploring and sucking. John wrapped his good arm around Sherlock's neck pulling him as close as he could. After a long while they broke away to breath.
"Sherlock, I have to tell you. I've never been with a boy before," John admitted. He wasn't even sure Sherlock had been with anyone at all.
"Neither have I," Sherlock said kissing John again. He trailed kisses from John's mouth to his jaw to his neck and started sucking. John's breaths quickened and he noticed a bulge in his pants. Sherlock moved his hand under John's coat and shirt rubbing his hands over soft skin.
"Sherlock," John said. "You've been in that tower all your life right?"
"Yes." Sherlock said barely paying attention to the shorter man's words. The task at hand was what he was really focused on. There were so many things he wanted to do to John, with John.
"So, you've never been with anyone?" John asked but it almost sounded like a statement. Sherlock stopped his actions and looked in to John's eyes.
"What's your point?" Sherlock asked impatiently.
"Do you know what it means to be with someone like this?" John asked.
"What, you mean sex?" Sherlock asked surprised that John would ask something so ridiculous but he supposed it was a sensible question.
"Well, yeah," John said feeling embarrassed about the conversation at hand. Sherlock scoffed and pulled John's coat over his arms. John couldn't move his arms.
"Don't underestimate me John. I make it my business to know all basic knowledge and more," Sherlock said pulling his companion's coat off of him all the way.
"Why?" John asked wincing at the pain in his shoulder caused by the coat being pulled off. His friend really had to work on being gentle. Sherlock sighed in frustration. John was asking way too many questions and at the wrong time.
"I get bored easy," Sherlock said and crashed his lips in to John's making him shut up. The taller boy pulled up John's shirt and started kissing a line from his chest down to his belly button. The blonde started panting. It was clod out and being that he no longer wore a coat you'd think it'd be colder but John was hot with lust for the boy above him. Out of sudden impulse he pushed himself off the ground and against Sherlock. The dark haired boy fell on to his back with his companion on top of him. This sudden action took Sherlock by surprise but he soon relaxed as the boy above him kissed him. John pulled the other boy's scarf off and then his coat. John stopped what he was doing for a moment after pulling Sherlock's coat off. He held his shoulder, the movements he was making were making it hurt. "Are you okay?" Sherlock asked.
"Yeah, sorry, my shoulder," John said. Sherlock sat up and put his hand gently on his companion's shoulder and then kissed it. He lowered John on his back on to the ground. They kissed deeply and Sherlock then moved slowly down and unbuttoned the blonde's trousers. "Sherlock-" John said but wasn't sure what else to say. His trousers were pulled down along with his underwear releasing his erection. John's cheeks went red from embarrassment and Sherlock smiled. He kissed the tip of John's member. John took in a sharp breath. The taller boy brought his mouth over it slowly and it took all of John's will not to buck. The shorter boy shivered under the taller on but not from the cold it was from anticipation. Sherlock moved his mouth back and forth slowly over John's member teasingly. "Sherlock," John said in a whisper. The dark haired boy quickened his movement causing John to breath faster and grown with pleasure. "Sh- Sherlock!" John yelled out as he came in to his new found lover's mouth. Sherlock swallowed all of what his lover had to offer. An unwelcoming cold came over John's member as Sherlock's mouth left it. The taller boy moved up and kissed John. The blond could taste himself in Sherlock's mouth. He smiled. Sherlock unbuttoned his own trousers and pulled them down along with his underwear. He kissed John's neck and brought his lips to his ears.
"Can I?" He asked. John was so far gone from his orgasm he could barely talk much less think.
"Yes," John answered. Sherlock kissed him and spread his legs. The shorter boy then realized what Sherlock meant by 'can I'. "Wait," He said a little panicked. He wasn't sure about this. John had done it with girls and had heard the first time hurt and being that he wasn't even a girl made him wonder how much more it would hurt. Just thinking about this made him feel like a girl. He looked over his friend, his hair was ruffled, cheeks red, eyes lustful. "Okay," John said with a smile, he'd give this boy anything.
"This is Vaseline," Sherlock said pulling a bottle out of his pocket. "I was using it for an experiment but I think right now it more important." Sherlock smiled and John smiled back in return. John wondered what else his friend/lover was hiding in those pockets. Sherlock opened the bottle and slicked it over his member and through the bottle over his shoulder carelessly. He spread John's legs wide and stuck one lubricated finger into John slowly, the blond grimaced as the second finger went in. After a while Sherlock removed his fingers and positioned himself.
"It's funny," John said smiling.
"What is?" Sherlock asked.
"The way this worked out. I'm the one with sex experience yet you seem to be doing everything as if you're the experienced one," John said laughing. Sherlock laughed too. He leaned down and kissed John on the cheek and whispered.
"I can't consider myself a genius John, if I'm not educated and well-practiced in everything that makes me smarter and better than the average person."
"So you're saying you can't be a genius unless you're better than everyone else in every way?" John asked.
"Not necessarily, but if have the chance to be better I'm taking it," Sherlock said and the slowly pushed in to John. The smaller boy groaned in pain. It hurt more and more as Sherlock pushed in deeper and deeper. He breathed heavily and shut his eyes tightly. Finally Sherlock was all the way in and slowly started to push in and out. John groaned in pain but not for long. It started to feel better, it started to feel good. The taller boy noticed John's groans went from pain oriented to pleasure oriented. His movements became quicker. He hit John's prostate a few times making John groan in pleasure every time. John breathed heavily and looked in to his lovers eyes. They watched each other's expressions, taking in the moment. Sherlock's movements were fast and constant. "Sherlock," John breathed unable to think or say anything else.
"John," Sherlock moaned and released inside John yelling out his lover's name. He slumped over on top of the blonde. They both breathed heavily and neither wanted to move. It was painful for the shorter boy yet wonderful at the same time.
"Sherlock," John said noticing the weight on him.
"Yes?" Sherlock answered his head on John's chest listening to the boy's heart beat.
"You're heavier than you look."
Next chapter: I haven't planned that far ahead but I'll update sooner than before.
