When John woke he was alone. His heart automatically went into panic mode; he'd made a mistake last night. Sherlock hadn't wanted to really do that. Of course he hadn't, he was Sherlock. He never wanted to do anything that normal people found fun. He'd probably gotten dressed and ran out, never planning on coming back to this apartment again.
"You are aware that I can tell you're freaking out from across an entire apartment. Really John I would've hoped you could have picked up on some of my genius by now."
"Wh-what?" He sat up in Sherlock's bed and looked around him, trying to calm his nerves.
"Deduce John, think." John took another deep breath, closing his eyes and immediately they snapped back open.
"Are you frying bacon?" He heard a chuckle of confirmation from the kitchen.
"Isn't that what you people do, make breakfast for each other after a night like that?" He slipped out of the bed and pulled his boxers back on before walking out into the kitchen.
"You know how to cook?" He raised an eyebrow at his friend in an unbelieving manner as a plate was shoved in his direction across the counter.
"Well, see for yourself then, it is astonishing how little faith you have in me sometimes Watson." John rolled his eyes before picking up a piece of the crispy meat and biting into it. "See," Sherlock smiled at him, "I'm an excellent cook."
"Right, so why is it I'm always stuck with making the food?" John began eating the rest of the food on his plate.
"Oh please John, why should I concern myself with such mundane tasks when I have you around?" The detective scoffed and John found that instead of getting annoyed like he normally would he began laughing heartily.
"You are such an ass." Sherlock laughed along with him and nodded.
"I know, but apparently you like my ass." That sobered John up and it was Sherlock's turn to roll his eyes. "Oh honestly John, why are you so embarrassed? I told you before I wanted to do it, and obviously we both liked it. I don't see why it shouldn't continue."
John's eyebrows shot up as his friend-lover?-leaned in and quickly kissed him.
"I think I quite like kissing, it's nicer than I thought it would be. I guess it would be hard to describe shoving skin on skin as fun." The soldier knew well enough to keep his mouth shut as they finished their food. "So how did you guys do it in the army? Were you the one giving or receiving?" He started choking and had to gulp down half a glass of water before he found his voice again.
"Oh, uh, well both I guess." He coughed into his hand and refused to look into the eagle eyes trying to capture his doe like ones.
"Right well I quite like to think we should try both, and see which works out better." Sherlock sent him a quick smile before dumping his plate into the sink. "You can take care of the dishes; I'm not as good at those as I am at cooking." It took another eye roll before the shorter man got up and started to clean up the other's mess.
"Ah, John?" He mumbled a reply so Sherlock would know he was listening as he was putting the pans away. "Should we plan out when we're going to do this? Is that normal or is it supposed to be more of a surprise?" The soldier put the last pan away and took a deep breath before walking over to the taller man and pushing him back onto the couch, pressing his mouth as hard as he could into Sherlock's who responded happily. "So a surprise then," the detective gasped as John moved his mouth down his slender neck.
John took matters into his own hands and decided that he would be the one experimenting with who should be doing what first. "Roll over," He growled into Sherlock's skin who shuddered before complying. He took no time in shoving both of their pants down before a tube of lube was thrown back at him. "Did you plan this?" John demanded, forgetting what they were in the middle of for a minute, his only response was an ass being shoved back into his groin making him groan and remember his place. He quickly lubed up two fingers and stretched the only moaning consulting detective in the world so that he could fit into him. It only took about a minute before he couldn't stand it anymore and lubed up his cock, using all of his concentration not to slam into his partner. "Oh my fucking God," He groaned as he slid into the hilt, slumping over Sherlock's back and giving him a minute to get used to it.
"Not quite." John bit Sherlock's shoulder before pulling out and slamming back in, deciding that he shouldn't be coherent enough to have the ability to retort.
John's effort at trying to clear Sherlock's mind went very well. No matter how much he tried to keep a grasp on reality John kept hitting this spot inside his body and mother of God it felt amazing and he was instantly pulled under the tranquillity of just feeling until he couldn't take anymore and found his release as his friend continued to pound in and out of him, hitting him just so.
He couldn't even recall what he had screamed as he came just then, his mind was utterly, blissfully blank as he felt John release himself inside before slumping back over Sherlock and panting.
"Fuck I love you," John groaned into his shoulder before nipping at it again and Sherlock groaned back his agreement.
"I think I quite like this experiment so far." He felt the body on top of him vibrate with laughter and silently laughed along, not even minding the second layer of cum currently drying on his skin and the first layer of many to dry on the couch.
Sherlock's phone beeped and like a robot the man leapt out of bed to retrieve it from his pant pocket which were still in the same place they had been discarded two nights ago. John, who was blissfully worn out didn't even turn over in his sleep at the loss of the body that he had been resting on.
"Watson!" The detective had to shake his partner a few times before the man awoke, blinking groggily. "Lestrade wants us to come into the station, there's a new case they need help with." The slender man moved blindly around the pitch black room grabbing various items of clothing and throwing them on. "Well he says new, frankly I'm surprised it's taken him this long to contact us, the man knows that his team is useless at solving serial cases which obviously this is. WATSON!" John jolted awake again and to shut the other man up, got out of bed and bumped into various objects until he made his way to his room to pull on a fresh shirt and jeans.
"How are you not exhausted?" He yawned at the elegant, refreshed looking man walking next to him as they made their way to the station. Sherlock decided it was best not to hail a cab seeing as John could barely stay awake while he was standing on his own two feet.
"How are you so utterly exhausted?" The man scoffed back, "I mean honestly John, if sex tires normal people out this much then why do people continue to do it?"
"You know why," John gave him a look as they rounded the corner and pulled the door open so Sherlock could enter first.
"Christ John, you look like you've been worn to the bone. The Freak been keeping you up with that bloody violin of his?" John barely managed to hide his blush with a yawn and nod at Donovan, using all of his concentration to not smack the now-smirking 'freak' next to him.
When everyone was trying to explain the case Sherlock snuck up behind John and bent down so he could whisper in the soldier's ear. "What do you think, should we tell dear Sgt. Donovan what's really been keeping you up?" John folded his hands in front of his crotch as he felt a stirring. Sherlock just laughed smugly in his ear. "Oh well this could be interesting, how do you feel about sex in public my dear Watson?"
A/N- Alrighty so there you go, imagine what you will. I have a feeling I'll just be writing one more chapter for this since I basically summed up that Sherlock & John would be continuing their relationship after this in the chapter you just read.
IMPORTANT: I did go back and add a new Chapter 6 in, so the old chapter 6 is now chapter 7 as chapter 7 is now 8. (it's confusing I know, but I think it'll help transition into the abruptness of Moriarty a little) So yeah, go check that out, I did change the beginning of Chapter 7 (previously 6) so that the new chapter 6 would fit in better tool. Chapter 10 might possibly be up by the end of the weekend. x
