WARNING: THIS CHAPTER IS PURE SMUT! IF YOU WANT TO AVOID, SKIP TO CHAPTER 11
When the two had returned to 221b, John had gone rather quiet, leaving Sherlock rather confused as the other man started to pace the room.
"Is something bothering you? You've been silent since we had gotten in the cab to come home."
"It's nothing," He responded as he sat down on the lounge. Sherlock stared down at him, tilting his head. John looked up to Sherlock who didn't seem all the convinced. He sighed, before leaning back in the chair, "You know you're brilliant, right?"
Sherlock's eyes narrowed, before he nodded slightly, "I suppose."
"In face, you're more than brilliant, Sherlock. You're…" his voice trailed off for a brief moment, "I don't know how to explain it, but I feel such a strong connection to you."
"As I do towards you," Sherlock allowed a small smile before sitting next to John on the lounge.
John shook his head, "No, it's more than a connection, Sherlock. Since I met you, I could feel it. You were so different, and everytime you disappeared I was worried you wouldn't come back."
"Why?"
"Because I want…" John's eyes lowered for a brief moment before looking up at Sherlock again. Sherlock bit his bottom lip, the tension between the two growing. John swallowed hard, "I want you, Sherlock. Okay?" He looked away as if he were ashamed of what he had just said, "Stupid of me to fall for you, I think."
"John," said Sherlock calmly as he stood, taking a few steps away, "You can have me."
John rolled his eyes, "How?"
"In a physical form, it is quite difficult for now, but if you're willing to try."
John stood, following Sherlock to his bedroom, before being told to lie on the bed. John did comply, but as he looked up at Sherlock, he couldn't help but think how stupid this idea what.
"I know, shut up."
"I didn't sa-"
"It's a stupid idea, just try." He held up a hand when John opened his mouth to speak before lowering it to his side again, "There is the obvious issue with your clothing," he gestured towards the clothing, "If you don't mind."
John rolled his eyes before sitting up to unbutton his shirt. There was something almost loving in Sherlock's eyes as he gazed down at the newly revealed skin, but it faded when the scar on his left shoulder was revealed.
John pressed his lips into a thin line, just hoping Sherlock wouldn't mention anything about it. He could see it in his eyes that he was already making his deductions. How could he expect him not to? It was Sherlock after all.
John discared the shirt to the ground, and rested back onto the bed, starting to work on his belt buckle. "Is this what you want?" John asked.
Sherlock nodded, his eyes never leaving the scar. His hand hovered above the scar for a moment before he spoke again, "How I want to touch you."
John was taken by surprise by his comment. He thought perhaps everything was a little rushed, but Sherlock seemed to want this as much as he did. The hint of sadness - perhaps from wanting to touch - with something unreachable in his voice at this moment had John a little concerned.
"Sherlock…" John whispered, causing Sherlock's attention to be drawn to him, "We don't have to do this right now. I can wait." The thought had crossed John's mind that he might have a long time to wait, if ever.
"No, it's fine." Sherlock smiled, "If you're unable to have me completely, we should at least try, right?"
"I suppose, anything is worth a try."
Sherlock smiled approvingly. "Close your eyes." he whispered. When John did so, he continued, "I need you to feel my touch; the way my hands brush lightly against your chest, my lips pressing gently to your temple. Can you feel it?"
He bit his lip, turning his head to Sherlock, and letting out a contented sigh, "Yes."
"Very good, John." Sherlock purred, now closer to John's ear. A electrice shiver ran through John's body before Sherlock continued. "My kisses, soon turn into nipping and licking as I make my way down your neck, only to stop at your collarbone."
Sherlock moaned encouragingly as if he were actually doing what he was saying, all the while John was arching his back with his hands tightly gripping at the sheets.
"When I look at you like this, it's an entirely new you." he paused for a moment, resting his hand to John's heart, a golden shimmer between the two, "It's magnificent."
John placed his hand to his heart with a small smile. Sherlock's breath hitched for a moment before he pulled his own hand away.
There was no way they could touch, but Sherlock began wondering if in a way, John could feel it, even in the slightest. Sherlock cleared his throat, pushing the thought aside for now. For this one moment, it was purely for John's pleasure.
"Feel how my fingers lightly brush down your torso, only to stop at mere inches away." Sherlock paused for a moment, admiring the expression on John's face. "You really did want me, didn't you?" he purred.
John nods in response with a faint moan as he runs his hand down his torso, practically clawing himself for the touch of Sherlock.
"Show me all that is hidden" Sherlock smiled, "I want to see everything that is you, John. Please."
John's breath became ragged as slid his belt from the loops slowly. He then worked on removing his trousers and panta, Sherlock staring in anticipation until John revealed the rest of himself.
"Perfect" he whispered, "I'm running my hand from your ankle up your thigh, getting closer and closer. Have you got lubricant?"
John's right hand rested on his thigh, rubbing centimetres away from his obvious erection as he reached his other hand over to the top draw pulling out a small bottle. Hastily, he rubbed some onto his hands.
"We're in this together, remember that." He swallowed hard when John reached for his erection. He started to stroke himself slowly.
While Sherlock watched John, there was a moment of silence before he finally moaned Sherlock's name out.
He reached his hand for John's heart again. "John…" He moaned enouragingly, "With one hand on your heart, and one with your own, I am working with you. I can feel you're vague thrusts into our hands, the slick feel of pre-come, and you know what?"
"What?"
Sherlock leaned down closer, his mouth close to John's ear, "I have never seen anything as hot as you look right now."
John's entire body shuddered, moaning out Sherlock's name over and over again until he finished riding out a wave of ecstasy.