Exploring Sexuality
A/N: People are reading this from countries I don't even think I knew existed, so thank you all for the feedback. Also, if you've reviewed you'll have noticed I always try to reply, so if you don't want me to, feel free to let me know (I know a couple of you review for each chapter, and that's wonderful, but if I'm annoying you please let me know :)) When I reply, it probably sounds really generic and boring, but trust me, inside I'm like flipping out and I probably jumped around my room for a minute, smiling ridiculously, so the thanks is genuine xxx
Also, I guess the rating is for language now too, if any of you care…
Ch. 9
Before they had started dating, John had been in Sherlock's room only a very small handful of times. It was either a complete disaster, or neater than a hospital room; there was no in between. Since they had started dating, however, it was usually more on the neat side, and John was half-way moved into his closet. They had moved some of Sherlock's less frequently used disguises upstairs in his room to make space.
Sherlock's breath ghosted across John's neck and into his ear, and he almost didn't open his eyes just to get him to do it again. But when he opened his eyes, a smile split his face. There were exactly seven random lit candles scattered about the room, and what looked like shredded paper leading a trail on the floor from where John was standing to either side of Sherlock's bed. John didn't think Sherlock was even breathing behind him, so he turned around and kissed him gently. "It's wonderful," he assured, still smiling brightly. "Very you."
Sherlock blushed faintly and looked down at John. "We didn't have any roses or anything, so I had to improvise, and the candles don't match and they're very random, but…" he rambled self-consciously, which John thought was very endearing, if a bit uncharacteristic. "I wanted our first time to be special."
John smiled and leaned up to kiss Sherlock again. "It would be special just because it is us," he assured. "You don't have to worry; this is great."
Sherlock smiled a little under the praise, his blush slowly fading. John had gotten better at telling him everything without prompting. "There's one more thing," he said a bit hesitantly, taking John's hand and leading him over to the bed. On it was a piece of paper, which Sherlock handed to John. "I had it done the day I told you."
John took the piece of paper and looked at it curiously. It was Sherlock's test results; he was clean. "Yes," John said, reply to the unasked question, understanding without Sherlock having to say anything.
"You're a doctor, I assumed you'd get tested regularly and were clean," Sherlock explained, taking the results back as John handed them to him and putting them on the small dresser by the bed. "It's your first time. I want to do it right."
John nodded, looking at Sherlock. "I'm clean; no condoms," he agreed, spelling it out so Sherlock knew he understood. He didn't have time to say much more than that, though, because Sherlock pulled him into a kiss that made John's knees go weak. He felt Sherlock push him onto the bed, then all the air escaped his lungs as Sherlock toppled down on top of him, somehow managing not to break the kiss in the process. "You know, I'm pretty fond of breathing," he teased, fingers curling in Sherlock's hair as he pulled back.
"Boring," Sherlock deadpanned, propping himself up on his elbows before kissing John again, an arm on either side of John's head. They had long since broken the scale of ten, and this kiss was no exception. Sherlock rocked his hips against John's in a way that made John's eyes roll back and flutter closed.
When Sherlock's mouth left his own John let out a small sound of disappointment that barely made it passed his lips before being replaced with one of pleasure as Sherlock's lips moved down his neck. John's hands left Sherlock's hair to instead try to manage undoing the buttons of the man's shirt. "You and your stupid posh shirts," he mumbled, fingers faltering as he felt Sherlock's teeth scrape against his skin before biting down in what would surely leave a mark.
"Sit up," Sherlock instructed, getting up so he could do so and finishing the last couple buttons before pushing his shirt off his shoulders and dropping it to the floor. "Your turn," he added, tugging on the hem of John's jumper and pulling it over his head, doing the same with the shirt underneath it before throwing them both to the floor as well. His fingers hesitated over the dog tags around his neck, and John shook his head.
"Keep them on," he said, his breathing ragged as he kissed Sherlock's collarbone. "It's fine."
Sherlock nodded, smiling a bit before kissing John firmly again, his nails leaving lines on John's back. He was straddling John's lap, which put him at a head taller than John, even more than usual. He tilted John's head back so he was practically looking at the ceiling, were his eyes open, as they kissed, giving the kiss a different angle.
John nipped on Sherlock's bottom lip, but had very little and soon no control of the kiss. So his hands roamed Sherlock's chest, teasing fingers pinching one nipple, then the other, making Sherlock let out a string of lustful sounds into the kiss.
When Sherlock pulled back again, they were both breathing hard. "More buttons," he said with a grin, his hands sliding down John's back and around to his belt, which he unbuckled and pulled off smoothly. John did the same with Sherlock's, though it wasn't as graceful. Both belts joined the growing pile of clothes on the floor as Sherlock pressed his lips to John's again, deftly undoing the button and zip of his trousers before pushing him on his back again.
"Sherlock," John moaned as Sherlock pressed a hand to his crotch briefly, then standing in front of John and pulling both his trousers and pants off in one swift motion, taking John a bit by surprise. He could feel Sherlock's eyes move slowly down his body without even opening his own. John let him stare for a minute, blushing. Then he opened his eyes and looked at Sherlock. "You too," he said, moving to help, but Sherlock pushed him back down on his back.
"Don't move," he said, and his voice was rough and low in a way John had never heard it. "God, you look so beautiful," Sherlock murmured, taking in every inch of John with his eyes before undoing his own trousers and kicking them, then after a small hesitation his pants too, off.
They were both blushing like teens, and when Sherlock crawled back on top of John, John hooked a leg behind Sherlock's, flipping them over in one smooth motion so that he was looking down at Sherlock. "You can stare, but I can't?" he asked, raising an eyebrow.
"I…" Sherlock started, blinking up at John embarrassedly, but John cut him off with a gentle kiss.
"Don't be," he whispered, curling his fingers in Sherlock's hair with a small smile. "You are so goddamn sexy you don't even have a right to be shy," he mumbled, placing kisses along the other's jawline. John felt Sherlock's hands on his arse, and that was the only warning he got before Sherlock pulled him down so that their bodies were pressed flush together. "Ohh…" John moaned, feeling Sherlock hard beneath him.
"I think I have every right, thank you," Sherlock replied, pushing up against John and letting out a soft moan of his own. "I want you right now," he whispered low in John's ear. "I want to feel you around me, see your face when I enter you."
"God, Sherlock," John groaned, picture after picture popping up helpfully in his head as he looked down at the man under him.
Sherlock's eyes were so dark they were practically black, full of lust. He licked his lips, and John was lost before he even spoke. "Tell me," he panted, his hips sliding back and forth against John's.
"Take me," John said immediately. "I want you, want to feel you inside me. I want it," he told Sherlock wantonly. And then he was on his back again, Sherlock on top of him, kissing him so fiercely John's head spun and he couldn't think. "Bloody hell," he panted when Sherlock pulled back.
Any thoughts of asking if John was sure slipped out of Sherlock's head as he looked down at the man before him. "I'll go slow, okay? Tell me."
John nodded, swallowing thickly as nervousness pooled itself in the pit of his stomach, mixing with lust as he watched Sherlock get up again and reach into the small dresser by the bed. He returned a second later with a small bottle, popping the cap open and coating his fingers with the lube. His other hand ran soothingly up and down John's thigh, relaxing him.
"Spread your legs a little more for me, there you go," Sherlock murmured soothingly, kneeling in the space between John's legs as he looked down at John. "It will be cold," he warned. John nodded again, closing his eyes and waiting to feel Sherlock's fingers at his entrance. "Don't close your eyes," Sherlock whispered. "I want to see you, remember?"
John let out a shaky breath and opened his eyes, looking up at Sherlock. His voice was still rough with want, but it was also soft, helping John relax. "Okay," he sighed, nodding up at Sherlock and taking slow breaths, making his body relax. He knew it would be worse if he were tense. John took a sharp breath when he felt Sherlock's slim finger slowly circle his entrance; it was very cold. "You were right, very cold," he explained when Sherlock's hand faltered, urging him on with his eyes.
Sherlock smiled a bit in spite of himself, gently pushing against John's hole but not enough to enter him. "You have to relax," he murmured, his other hand still running up and down John's thigh. He teased John until he felt him relax enough, then slowly pushed inside him. "Oh," he breathed, feeling John's heat surround his finger, pulling him in further.
"Oh god," John moaned, pressing his head back into the bed, his breathing ragged as he looked up at Sherlock. Slowly he felt Sherlock start to move his finger in and out, and he had to close his eyes. It didn't hurt now, just felt very different from anything else he had ever felt. "Okay," he panted, nodding. Sherlock seemed to hesitate, and John peaked open his eyes just as Sherlock pushed the second finger in. "Oh, yeah, that, wow," John babbled, his eyes going wide at the sensation.
"Tell me," Sherlock said again, his voice unsteady.
John took a couple slow breaths, letting his body adjust. Sherlock didn't move above him, watching him closely, his eyes still very dark. "That hurts a little, but not bad, just uncomfortable really," John tried to explain, not actually wanting Sherlock to stop but still getting used to it. "Just slowly, yeah?" he said, his voice unsteady too.
Sherlock nodded and slowly started to move, preparing John, scissoring his fingers to stretch him. He watched as John's eyes closed again, and curled his fingers just so.
"Oh god!" John cried out as Sherlock hit his prostate. "Oh, yes…" he groaned, eyes shut tight. He couldn't help it. Sherlock carefully added a third finger before doing it again, making John squirm beneath him, his cock hard and leaking precum. "More, Sherlock, I want more," he practically begged.
"I don't want to hurt you," Sherlock said hesitantly, looking down at John. He continued to stretch him for at least another minute, despite John's protests and his own urges. "Okay, okay," he said a minute later, slowly pulling his fingers out of John, for which he earned a disapproving groan. He opened the lube bottle again and spread a generous amount over his dick with a hiss, his head falling back. He was close, they both were, but he wanted this to last. John opened his eyes to watch Sherlock shamelessly, blushing a bit however when Sherlock looked back down to him. "Put your knees up, so your feet are on the bed," Sherlock instructed, his breathing labored.
John nodded and did as he was told, watching Sherlock's face as he lined himself up. "Okay," he said with a nod, his head leaning back even further into the mattress as Sherlock very slowly pushed inside him. Both men let out low moans, breathing hard when Sherlock stopped, all the way in John's arse, to let John adjust. John took the time gratefully, wrapping his legs around Sherlock's hips. It hurt, but oh, it felt so good, too. Sherlock leaned over him and rested his forehead against John's, softly telling John how good he felt, how it was going to even better soon. "Okay," John repeated, interrupting Sherlock mid-sentence after a little while and pushing his hips back into Sherlock, causing both of them to moan again.
"Oh god, John," Sherlock murmured, pressing his lips together as he tentatively started to move, slowly pulling out before pushing back in. He soon found a comfortable pace, gradually speeding up as John adjusted and squirmed below him. Once he set a pace, he tried different angles, searching, searching..
"Fuck!" John nearly screamed as Sherlock's dick brushed against his prostate. "Sherlock, oh god, right there, yes, oh…" John mumbled, soon letting out a steady stream of garbled exclamations and profanities as Sherlock hit his prostate with each thrust.
Sherlock increased his pace, feeling heat pool in his stomach as he let out his own mumbled mess of words, trying to keep his eyes open, to watch John, whose eyes continuously fluttered open and closed. "I'm close, John, so close, oh god," he panted, taking John's cock in hand and pumping him in time with his thrusts. John's fingers clawed into his back as he came, repeating Sherlock's name over and over again. Sherlock followed soon after, hitting John's prostate with one last thrust as he came, his mouth dropping open in a silent 'O' before collapsing down on top of him.
"Ouff!" John exclaimed as the breath was yet again knocked out of him. "Jesus Christ, Sherlock," he mumbled, his head spinning. He hadn't had a climax like that in a long time.
Sherlock scooted off of him a bit, letting him breathe as they both caught their breath. "Tell me," Sherlock murmured with a smile, opening his eyes to look at John after a minute.
"I think you're an egotistical bastard," John laughed, pushing Sherlock over and rolling on his side to face him properly. "What did you think, "Jesus Christ, Sherlock," meant?" he asked incredulously, kissing Sherlock passionately.
"That good, hmm?" Sherlock teased, smiling smugly at John, for which he earned a sharp poke in the side. "You should take a shower."
"I don't think I am walking ever again," John mumbled contently, making Sherlock roll his eyes.
'Fine,' he tapped out on John's hip in Morse Code, rolling out of bed himself and walking out of the room, presumably into the bathroom. He returned a couple minutes later with a warm, damp towel, which he threw at John before blowing out the candles.
"Thank you," John said sincerely from the bed, cleaning himself off and tossing the towel with the rest of their clothes on the floor as Sherlock flopped back down next to him. He threw an arm over Sherlock's waist, curling up against his side and resting his head on the other's chest. Gently, he fixed his dog tags around Sherlock's neck so they were back in the center of his chest. "That was amazing," he murmured, yawning.
"You are amazing," Sherlock replied, kissing the top of John's head as he started to drift off to sleep. "Good night, John."
John smiled softly, kissing Sherlock's shoulder in return. "'Night," he mumbled, falling into a comfortable sleep, very content.
A/N: Second ever sex scene; how did I do? Why is it longer than some of my regular chapters
Next chapter might take a while to come out again, sorry in advance… I'm going "camping" next week, so I won't post at all then, most likely, but I should have lots of time to write ;)
