So I was annoyed last night and need a distraction so I wrote a lot, and I felt so bad for everyone going so long without an update so I wrote some juicy tid bits for all my lovelys. Enjoy!


John left a little before Adrian and Georgie because they had to drag Carmella into bed.

"Will she be ok?" John asked at the front door watching his slumped over friend being carried into her bedroom.

"She's an Irish medical student, I'm sure she'll be fine." Sherlock said rolling his eyes.

"Right, well good night then." John said, shifting uncomfortably.

John was just about to turn and leave when a hand snaked under his chin, John looked up, surprised and Sherlock sealed his lips over John's.

"Good night." He breathed softly onto John's stunned lips.

John was in a shocked daze, he really didn't know what had happened until Sherlock closed the door, its metallic click snapped John out of his spell. He made a quick bee line outside; a dark red blush burning on his cheeks.

"You kissed him didn't you?" Adrian asked coming out of Carmella's room.

Sherlock simply smiled and shrugged.

Adrian's face broke into a smirk, "You slut."


John finally made it home; he turned the key to the front door and slipped in quietly, just as he closed the door a light from the hall behind him flipped on.

A tall man with an almost overly defined body sandy blonde hair and cold grey eyes stood in the hall with a dark blue robe on and a gun in hand. Behind him, cowering slightly was a shorter woman with dirty blonde curly hair and a pink robe with warm blue eyes.

"Oh John it's you," John's mother smiled and went to hug her son but John's father put his arm out to stop his wife.

"Do you know what time it is?" he asked.

"0300 sir." John answered formally and stood up straighter.

"That's right, 0300 and why is that not an appropriate time to come home?"

John shrunk a little, "Because it's so late?"

"Exactly, your mother was worried sick, and you were out doing god knows what!" John's father boomed.

"Oh Kyle," John's mother said and went around her husband's arm and hugged John tightly, "John is a good boy and I'm sure he had a good reason, didn't you sweetie?" she said and smoothed John's hair down, "Go on to bed sweet heart."

John smiled and kissed his mother's cheek and quickly headed up the stairs.

In his room while he changed, John heard his parent's fighting. He felt his heart sting knowing he was the reason they were fighting. After he got in his pajamas and snuggled into his bed he just tried to think about something else.

Soft, alcohol tainted lips touching his brought a fresh blush to his cheeks.

Sherlock,

Why? Why had Sherlock kissed him? So softly, sweetly, it made John's spine shiver just recalling how those green eyes slide close, how all those raven curls seemed to dance, how soft those lips were.

What was it? What hold did that man have over him? Why was that devilishly handsome son of a bitch taunting him?

John closed his eyes and tried not to think about those sinful lips, or the angry shouts below.


John's fingers were tangled in that hair. His clothes being torn off his person… flesh exposed… body excited. John tossed his head back feeling lips and a tongue worshiping every inch of skin.

Another pair of lips sealed John's moans to this throat, desperately he clung to the long elegant neck above him, and suddenly the feeling of his cock being inside the most superb heat he had ever felt nearly brought him to his knees.

"Oh god John, take me."

"Oh Sherlock,"


John woke up startled, breath leaving him in ragged breathes, "Oh god." He managed.

He pulled back the sheets to find his nightmare come true; a hard on greeted him.

He bit his lip, it was still early; he could take a cold shower…or…

He slipped his hand into his underpants and shivered, his hand was much colder than his cock. John licked his lips and slid his hand up, another shiver shocked up his spine. He slid down, smearing his own pre cum down his length.

After three or four more pumps he started to moan, he tried to think of a woman, any woman…with black curly hair…and green eyes…and that Cheshire smile.

"S-Sherlock," John moaned, oh god now he was saying a man's name.

I shouldn't be thinking about him, his hand, oh god that mouth…

"S-Sherlock!" John moaned, spine arching.

Why fight it? Oh god he wanted Sherlock, he want that sexy son of a –

"Sherlock!" John shouted, arching sharply and releasing into his hand.

Clearly he was going to have to do something…


John only had afternoon classes so sleeping until two in the afternoon wasn't too terrible. He got up, got dressed, got his papers and bag and was gone. This was also good because he could avoid a lecture from his father.

John easily caught a taxi; he was slightly out of breath, "University of Westminster."

"After my ride."

John looked over and didn't see how he could have missed it, Sherlock bloody Holmes was sitting in the taxi, right next to John.

"Come John, lean back." Sherlock said and was doing something on his phone.

John against his better judgment leaned back into the seat beside Sherlock, "And where are you going?" John asked.

"A crime scene." Sherlock answered simply and resumed doing whatever he was doing on his phone.

John blinked in confusion, "A what?"

"You heard me John," Sherlock said and then shoved his phone into his pocket.

"But why? I mean the police wouldn't just-"

"I already told you what I do for a living John; I help the police solve crimes." Sherlock said looking at John.

John did his best not to shiver, the full force of Sherlock's gaze on him, causing his body to yearn for the other man's, lips burning at the memory of what Sherlock had done the night before.

The taxi stopped and Sherlock looked away, he went to leave the taxi and John grabbed his wrist without thinking.

"John? Problem?" Sherlock asked only to have John kiss him.

Sherlock inwardly smirked at the clumsy forced actions of the general's son. John's eyes were shut tight, brow screwed up with concentration. Sherlock easily took his left hand and wrapped it around the back part of John's neck, causing the blonde to shiver.

Sherlock broke his lips from John's, "I have a job to do." He said and before John could respond Sherlock got out and closed the door.

"University of Westminster?"

"What?"

"The University of Westminster, that's where you want to go right?" the cabbie asked.

"Oh right, yes." John said; dark blush painted on his cheeks as he sat back.

"You'll be paying for your friend too right?"

"What?"

The cabbie tapped the counter showing how much the taxi ride was, "And he didn't pay did he?" John sighed miserably.

"Nope."

John sighed again and said he would pay for Sherlock's fair as well.