John awoke the next morning to the sound of running water and Jim singing in the shower. He really had to piss so he was fairly relieved when he went to the bathroom and saw that the door was unlocked. He was in the middle of relieving himself when Jim stopped singing, pulling the curtain back with his head full of shampoo.
"If you were planning on joining me, you're a bit late." Jim said massaging his scalp.
"I wasn't." John said walking over and giving Jim a quick kiss. "And you're getting water all over the floor." He finished before shutting the curtain.
"Ugh, brush your teeth, you taste horrible." Jim shouted over the shower.
"Toothbrush?"
"Extra one behind the mirror." Jim replied and promptly went back to humming. John instantly recognized it as "Another One Bites the Dust" and shook his head, unable to stop the lopsided grin forming on his face. He opened the mirror to find a brand new toothbrush, still in the package. He wondered if Jim had bought it for him, assuming he'd spend the night again, or if it was just something he'd already had.
When he finished brushing, he left Jim to finish his shower. He didn't want to put his suit back on but it was too cold to walk around naked. Instead he rifled through Jim's drawers until he found a t-shirt and drawstring bottoms he thought would fit. They were both probably rather loose on Jim but on him they were quite snug. The trousers were cashmere and rested easily on his hips. The shirt was plain white cotton and was long enough to cover him but pulled tight across his chest. He grabbed the dressing gown Jim had somewhat given him and slid it on.
He'd never actually cooked in Jim's flat before but the kitchen was pretty straightforward and stocked with all the ingredients. First things first, he put the kettle on the boil. Then he fished out a few eggs and bacon from the fridge. It took him a few cupboards to find the one that held the frying pan, but he eventually did. While he cooked, he made sure to keep an eye on the clock, knowing he had a shift at the surgery today.
"Hmm." Jim said slipping his arms around John. He was still slightly damp from the shower with nothing but a towel wrapped around his waist.
"Can you keep your hands to yourself? I'm trying to cook?" John asked half-heartedly as he tried to concentrate on flipping the bacon.
"You're wearing my clothes." Jim noted, moving one hand up and lazily rubbing John's nipple while the other moved lower to just above the waistband of his trousers. "Are you trying to get me hard?"
"It was all I could find."
"Hmm." Jim hummed against John's neck, rubbing his crotch against the back of John's leg. "You know, no one's cooked me breakfast since my mum died."
"Oh, I'm sorry." John offered his condolences.
"Don't be, I was the one who killed her." Jim said running his hand up and down John's hipbone.
"Is it time for more creepy story-time with Jim?" John asked, turning his head just slightly to look at him.
"If you don't want to hear…"
"No, it's fine." John said leaning into him slightly. "I want to know. Go on."
"Well, it was self-defense if that makes you feel better. You remember hearing about Carl Powers, right?"
"Yeah, you killed him too."
"He was awful to me. I suppose no one at school exactly liked me but no one hated me the way he did. He used to wait for me after school just so he could hurt me. Sometimes he'd bring friends, sometimes it was just him and me." Jim ghosted his lips against John's cheek, making him shiver. He had no idea how Jim could still be touching him like this when he was reliving such a painful memory but Jim didn't stop.
"That's terrible."
"I used to come home bleeding and bruised. My mum would clean me up and I'd tell her I was going to kill Carl. She thought it was just an empty threat. Then little Carl died. Everyone thought it was just an accident but good old mummy knew better. I'd always been a bit strange, quiet, unnerving. I used to spend hours in my room just reading, didn't go outside and play like the other kids. I used to collect bugs, big ugly ones that I would keep in jars in my room. So she thought there was something off about me but it wasn't until Carl died that she finally knew for certain. Finally figured out my threats weren't so empty after all. That night she tried to smother me with a pillow in my sleep."
John couldn't help the tiny gasp that escaped from his lips. Jim moved his hands up to John's stomach and pulled him in tighter against him.
"Good thing she was weak or she might have succeeded. I managed to get her off me and I ran away. I spent the night in the park, hiding underneath the slide. I went home the next day when she was out, waited in the closet at the top of the stairs. I heard her footsteps so I popped out and pushed her down them. She broke her neck. I called the police and claimed she tripped. When the police came, I had my mask firmly in place. I was sitting on the steps by her body, rocking and crying and putting on a good show for them. No one even thought for a second that it wasn't an accident."
"Jesus, how old were you?"
"Must have been about twelve. I went to go live with my grandmother. I liked living with her, she left me alone. Her house smelled like the dead."
"What about your father?"
"Oh didn't I tell you? I'm a bastard, literally. Daddy fucked mummy and left her to raise me on her own. I ruined her life apparently although I don't think she would have had much of one if I hadn't come along anyway."
"God I'm…that's terrible." John turned in Jim's arms and embraced him. For a few moments they just held each other. John gently stroked the hair at the nape of Jim's neck, trying to be soothing.
"The food's going to burn." Jim said tonelessly, pulling away.
"Right." John nodded and went back to cooking while Jim went over to the kettle and finished making the tea.
They were silent as they finished cooking breakfast. It was only broken when John asked where the plates where. They sat on opposite sides of the kitchen table and ate quietly while John racked his brain for something to say. He wasn't sure if it was Jim's story or the hug that had made things awkward but he could feel it between them. He wanted to say something to make it right or better but nothing was coming to mind.
"Have I frightened you off?" Jim asked stabbing at his eggs.
"I'm still here, aren't I?"
"Hardly." Jim grumbled, bringing his cup to his lips.
John clenched his jaw, threw his silver-wear onto his plate, grabbed his cup and carried them over to the chair next to Jim's. He placed them down and sat, pulling the chair in and then looked over. "Better?" he asked, picking his fork back up.
Jim put his arm around the back of John's chair and leaned in. They kissed deeply for a moment before John broke away and took a sip of his tea. Jim took a rather vicious bite of his bacon, tearing at it with his teeth and then got up off his chair. John barely had time to put his cup back in its saucer before Jim was easing onto his lap.
"Jim, I have to go to work soon." John informed him. Jim hadn't even started doing anything yet but John knew where this was headed.
"No, you need to stay." Jim grabbed his wrists and held them against the armrests of his chair.
"Seriously Jim, I've got to go."
"Are you sure about that?" Jim freed his wrists and slowly ran his hands up John's arms until they settled on his shoulders.
"Yes."
"Completely?"
"Yes."
"Oops." Jim said pulling his towel off and letting it drop to the floor.
"Jim." He groaned in desperation, knowing this was a battle was quickly losing. "I really can't miss work. I still have to go home and change. I have to leave."
"That's what your lips are saying but your cock is saying something else entirely." Jim said, his finger tracing the outline of John's dick through his trousers. Sure enough the blood was rapidly rushing downwards despite everything he was saying. Jim was smirking triumphantly and John grabbed the back of his head and forced their lips together to get him to stop. Jim broke away and looked down at the bulge at John's crotch. "Look at your cock, it's begging for it."
"God, don't use that voice." John pleaded, dropping his head back against his seat.
"What voice?"
"That voice! That low, breathy, come hither voice."
"I don't know what voice you mean." Jim responded, leaning forward so his lips were brushing against John's ear. His voice was a low rumble, almost a deep whisper that sent shivers through John. "But if you want me to stop talking I can always occupy my mouth elsewhere."
Jim pressed the heel of his palm against John's erection. "Oh Jesus." John cried out, unsure how Jim could be naked and him fully clothed and yet he was the one falling the pieces. He was gulping in a large lungful of air, his heart racing while Jim was calm, only half hard and grinning wickedly. He must have known his affect and was relishing in it.
"Look at that, you're leaking." Jim kept talking in that voice and John was a complete mess, two seconds away from begging for it. "I think your cock wants me to suck you off. It's saying 'Please Johnny, I want to stay. I want to come. I want Jim to blow me and then come all over his face."
"Christ." John keened, thankful that he was sitting down because he was fairly certain his knees would have given out at that point.
"You still want to go?" Jim asked, already knowing the answer.
"You don't fight fair." John growled angrily.
"Of course I don't." Jim replied, licking his lips and smacking them together that sounded almost pornographic. "I would say this is for you but the truth is I love, I absolutely love going down on you. That first time in the alley, when you pushed me down onto my knees. It was so incredibly hot, watching you take control like that. Seeing the little bit of soldier still left in you. Nobody has ever spoken to me like that before, well at least not recently. It was unbelievably sexy and it's why I couldn't get you out of my head, why I had to come back for more. I love watching you unravel from nothing more than my mouth on you. And to think, I thought you were boring."
John frowned, about to say something back but Jim had slithered to the floor and was tugging the drawstring bottoms down. He hummed appreciatively as he was face to face with John's prick. He gave the tip a small lick and then pulled back, slipping two of his fingers into his mouth and sucking them, slipping them in and out of his mouth obscenely, staring at John the whole time.
He let them slide free from his mouth and pulled John down by his hips, throwing his legs over Jim's shoulders. He pushed his fingers inside John first while he buried his face against his groin, nose rubbing against the patch of hair between his legs. "God, that smell. It's intoxicating." He moaned as his spit slick fingers pumped in and out slowly. He placed sucking, open mouth kisses along John's shaft until he pressed his lips to the tip, licking away the salty precome.
"Bloody hell." John gasped as Jim swallowed him down, his mouth working in opposition to his fingers. John was slumped down in his chair with no choice but to hold on. It didn't take long before he was hovering on the brink of orgasm. He stayed suspended there for a moment and fisted his hand in Jim's hair.
"I'm coming." He warned. "God, I'm coming."
He had never finished so quickly, at least not since he was a teenager and couldn't hold his load. To his surprise, Jim pulled off and John's come shot over his face, coating his lips and chin. "Holy shit." John scrubbed his hand over his face and dropped his legs down. "You're a mess." He chuckles, looking at Jim's come-stained face. Jim simply smiled and licked his lips. John shook his head at how ridiculous the consulting criminal looked and leaned forward, cleaning away the rest with his tongue and lips.
Jim grabbed John by the shirt and pulled him down, both of them falling to the floor. "My turn." Jim said before rolling his hips, rutting against John's thigh. He attached his lips to John's neck.
"You know you can have more than my leg."
"No time." Jim mumbled quickly, moving faster against him, cock hot and throbbing against his skin. John reached down and cupped Jim's bottom, helping him with the movements.
"How have I never noticed how flat your arse is?" John commented, trying to grab it but there was hardly anything to hold onto.
"Well you've got enough of one for the two of us." Jim shot back, nipping at John's ear.
John laughed and put his free hand up to Jim's face, guiding it towards his own. Jim moaned against his lips and came, his release spilling against John's thigh. Jim rolled off him and sat up, reaching for a tea towel on the counter and cleaning John and himself off before laying back on him.
"Satisfied?" John slurred, ready to drop into a post-orgasmic stupor.
"Very."
"Good." John forced himself to sit up and then onto his feet. Jim pouted up at him from the floor. "Don't give me that look, if I take a very quick shower and rush home to change, I might not be too late."
John pulled up his trousers and headed towards the bathroom. Jim jumped to his feet and followed him. John was just walking past the bed when Jim tackled him and they tumbled into it together. "Jim, I'm really not kidding. I have to go."
"No, stay."
"I can't!"
"Come on, I have no clients, no plans. Who knows what I might get up to if you leave."
"That's coercion and you know it!"
"You think I'm above it? I like being distracted and you are just so, incredibly, diverting." Jim ran his hand down John's chest until he reached the bottom of his shirt and began pulling it up.
"Knock it off." John said batting his hand away. "I have to go to my job, you know something us normal, boring people have."
Jim rolled his eyes. "I knew you weren't going to let that go. I said you were boring, not that you are boring. First impressions darling, that's all. They don't mean much. I was a bit busy at the time and as you can tell, I've reassessed my thoughts since then. The point is, you're not boring, so why go to a dull mundane job?"
"Because I have bills to pay. I know my job isn't thrilling, that's why I solve crimes and date psychopaths in my spare time. Keeps things from getting dull."
"You could quit. I'll pay you double whatever they do, have you as my personal sex slave. Maybe chain you up in the basement."
"I think you actually would." John chuckled, running his fingers through Jim's hair.
"Oh, you know I would." Jim's eyes flashed with excitement at the idea. "Come on, just call in sick or I could do it for you."
"Wow, you really want me to stay."
"I want to keep fucking you endlessly, over and over, which is difficult if you're not here." Jim said pushing his hips against John's.
"Christ, you're hard again. Seriously you have the turn around rate of a teenager."
"What can I say Johnny? You turn me on, get me all hot. The other day I fantasized about tying you to my bed and playing with you. I had to meet a client with a raging hard on. I think he got the wrong idea, thought I was attracted to him."
John snorted. "Good thing he didn't act on it or I might have gotten jealous." He lifted his head up and captured Jim's lips in a kiss. "I'm flattered that I have such an affect on you."
"You should be. You're very distracting and as I said, I have no plans for the day. I want you again and again, just spend the day fucking each other over every surface of my flat."
"That's ambitious."
"Extremely."
"You know…" John said pensively as he kissed Jim again. "If you were to tie me up like you wanted…" he interrupted himself with another kiss. "It would be very difficult…" he trailed his lips down Jim's jaw-line. "For me to go to work."
Jim's eyes lit up. "Oh Johnny, sometimes you are brilliant."
"Thank you." John said before Jim attacked his mouth again. He smiled against Jim's lips and then through himself into the kiss, any protests or thoughts of going to work completely gone.
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"No, I'm afraid John can't come into work today, he's dreadfully ill. We tried a new seafood restaurant and I think he might have come down with food poisoning." Jim said making his voice as sad and regretful as possible while lying through his teeth.
"I'm sorry, who are you?"
"I'm Jim, John's boyfriend. He asked me to call because the poor dear hasn't left the bathroom in hours. He might not be in tomorrow either." Jim turned to John and winked. John said something but it was muffled against his gag.
"Oh ok, well tell him I hope he gets better. Thank you for letting me now."
"Not a problem sweetheart. He'll be in just as soon as he's feeling better." Jim said hanging up the phone. He strode over to the nightstand and picked up his already lit cigarette that had been sitting in the ashtray. He took a deep drag and let it out slowly, his eyes roving over every inch of the naked army doctor he had tied to his bed with his lips stretched over a ball gag. "Now." He said taking another drag before crushing the cigarette out in the tray. His lips curled into a smile as the smoke escaped through his lips. "Who's your daddy?"
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John collapsed on top of Jim before he was even finished coming. He'd actually lost count of how many times they'd had sex in the past twenty-four hours but it must have been some kind of record. With some difficulty, he rolled off of his lover and buried his face in the pillow. Jim did the same next to him and for a moment they just stared at each other.
"So is this your brilliant plan? Shag me until I fall in love with you."
Jim gave a half-hearted shrug. "As far as plans go, it's not the worst I've heard."
"Well, I think I'm officially shagged out. My cock will probably be limp for weeks after this."
"Well that's no good." Jim said running his hand down John's back.
"I think you're too much for me." John said with a small smile.
"I thought you kept up admirably."
"Thanks, I guess."
Jim guided John onto his side and scooted in until they were flush against each other, chest to chest. Their legs twined as Jim laced his fingers through John's. "I want more of this." Jim confessed, placing soft kisses along John's collarbone. "I want more showers and shagging, waking up in your arms and having you cook me breakfast. Is this what it's supposed to be like?"
"Relationships? Yes normally. Although not everyone goes for the being tied up and gagged thing." John replied with a wry smile.
"I've never had that, any of it, well apart from the shagging bit."
"I sort of figured with your 'I don't date' thing."
"What is it about you?" Jim asked, staring at John as if he were a frustrating puzzle that Jim had been working on for hours. "You don't…make sense."
"If I made sense you'd still think I was boring and we wouldn't be here."
"I know, I know, it's just you treat me like a person, like I'm human."
"You are human." John said, confused.
"No one else thinks so."
"Well fuck everyone else, who cares what they think? Jim you don't…I'm the first person you've let in, let get close to you. It's no wonder no one knows you that well. I mean obviously the public image you put out has a lot to do with that. But it's all rumors and whispers. No one knows you the way I do, which means their opinion of you shouldn't matter."
"It doesn't." Jim countered defensively. "You're the only person whose opinion matters to me."
"Good. Then don't be confused when I treat you like a human being. You're not a monster Jim and I'm not going to treat you like one."
"I love you." Jim blurted out and then swallowed hard, closing his eyes for a moment. "I know, I know you're not going to say it back. I just needed to say it."
"It's fine. I like hearing it." John said with a smile, putting his finger up Jim's chin and lifting his head so their lips could meet. Their mouths worked in tandem, crashing together in waves. John broke the kiss and rested his forehead against Jim's. "I think I might possibly be starting to fall in love with you too."
"Really?" Jim asked, raising his eyebrow skeptically.
"I'm getting there." John promised, closing the gap between their lips again.
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Jim was bored, Bored, bored, bored, bored, bored. His only client of the day had been frustratingly easy. Where were all the quality criminals lately? What happened to the smuggling rings? The serial killers? What had gotten into the criminal classes lately? He hadn't been involved in an assassination in what felt like forever.
Instead he started looking for a distraction, his distraction. After two days of nothing but John, now his entire flat felt empty without him. Jim hated it. So he went into his office and turned on the CCTV, doing a little hunt for the army doctor. He finally found him on the sidewalk, standing next to Sherlock, both of them staring down at a dead body.
John had on a button up shirt with a cashmere jumper over it. The light blue of the jumper brought out his eyes, his tired eyes Jim noted with some satisfaction. His jeans fit him rather perfectly and John turned slightly at that moment to say something to the DI, giving Jim a perfect view of that round arse. He pulled his phone out of his pocket and rapidly texted.
You look so sexy right now –M
John's phone buzzed in his pocket and he finished what he was saying before reaching into his pocket to get it. When he'd finished reading it, he glanced around, looking for any sign of Jim. The Consulting criminal smiled and waited for Johnny to catch on. Finally John's eyes landed on the CCTV camera across the street.
Bit busy.
With what? Being a captive audience for Sherlock? –M
Piss off you wanker.
Jim noticed that John was smiling and Jim couldn't help smiling back. He propped his feet up on the desk and switched all the screens so they showed him John.
Look at all those people standing around, thinking you're an unassuming army doctor in his nice little jumper with no idea what's underneath. –M
My chest?
I was talking about your massive cock, but your chest is nice too. –M
John snorted, interrupting Sherlock as he spouted off a list of deductions. He scowled at John before going back to what he was saying.
Ooo, Someone doesn't like that I've stolen your attention away. –M
That's because we're trying to solve a murder here.
Watch, the bridge of his nose is going to do that wrinkling thing –M
Sure enough, as soon as John finished reading the text he glanced up at Sherlock and noticed his nose was wrinkled in distaste. John coughed to cover up his laughter and Sherlock's frown deepened. When John had composed himself he quickly typed out his reply.
You're an arsehole.
But I'm your arsehole. When can I see you? –M
Looks like we're just about done here. Sherlock already solved it. Waste of time according to him.
Good, get your luscious ass over here and I'll let you spank me for being naughty –M
Is that a promise?
Only if you hurry –M
Getting a cab right now.
John was starting to walk away when Sherlock grabbed his arm. They argued for a moment and Jim watched, glowering at the screen. They were standing so close and he could have cut the sexual tension with a knife, although he would much rather cut Sherlock's hand off for touching HIS John. As he leaned back in his chair, still watching the screen, he thought it was about time Sherlock learned what was and wasn't his. Time for him to find out what happened to people that touched things that were Jim's.
