This one is quite graphic so if you want to skip it you wont be missing much I cringed while I was writing this so it's okay :)
chapter 10
(John's POV)
The next morning before lessons we spoke to Anderson and Eddie and they seemed over joyed to not have to share rooms with us, the ladies at reception said if we could move our things within the week they would change the rooms.
It was different now that I didn't have to walk across the school to see Sherlock he was only a couple of meters away and if we had separate lessons, we would text each other throughout.
Most evenings Sherlock would play his violin for me to help me sleep and the distance between each nightmare increased until I was having less than one a month.
We had resulted in calling ourselves a couple but only in private, any kids that came out at St Bart's got bullied, and half the school already hated us so we kept our relationship a secret.
One night I whispered to Sherlock "I think I'm ready to you know...try something" he looked at me surprised and excited. We decided it would be best if he take me first, I desperately wanted him inside me, and besides this way I could observe in a sense.
We took off our trousers and underwear. I took off my t-shirt but Sherlock left his on. Maybe he was more comfortable this way. He slid on a condom and I got down on all fours and he rubbed the lube all over his cock. I moaned as he gently pressed his erection up against my opening "Jesus John, you're so tight" I giggled at this. " are you sure your ready John?" he asked I nodded a little excited, but I tried not to show it.
Sherlock slowly slid into me " John relax okay, because this will hurt if you don't"
I tried to relax but I couldn't, it hurt a lot but I love Sherlock and I wanted him in me.
After a few seconds I relaxed and he began thrusting, I was in pain and it wasn't the most pleasant think but as he quickened, I began to adjust and started to enjoy it more.
I squeezed the head of my cock and as he quickened his thrusting I quickened my hand movements. I came and a second later so did he. He really let go and was so loud, I actually started to consider what I would say if someone from down the hall came to complain, I had never seen him so relaxed before, we lay beside each other for a few seconds before he slipped out and went to the bathroom to clean up.
I was still a little numb but it was okay, I kinda liked it.
He walked back in still wearing his shirt, surely he was hot by now.
He came over and lay beside me under the covers, I had my back to him so he just drew patterns on my back with his fingers.
We had sex every night for a week but soon realised we couldn't keep up so decided to only do it a couple of nights a week.
(Sherlock's POV)
John adjusted surprisingly well considering. When he took me it was a little different, he was so gentle, I encouraged him to go harder but I guessed it would improve with time. Our pace slowed as time went on and I continued to wear a shirt during sex. I don't think he minded too much, I just didn't want him to see how weak and pathetic I was.
So that's that, it's really short because I didn't want to drag this one out too much :)