"So, Kingslayer, ain't you enjoying this game of mine? " Sherlock asked, crawling up the almost naked boy laying on his back over the bed, "lick, neuf, neun, nine, nombril, nabel, navel, " he said and in a swift move he was doing as he said, licking Jim right under his navel.
Jim groaned below him and he smirked in response, three different languages in a single turn, maybe he was showing off, yeah, but he was also enjoying it a lot. Besides, given that Jim was trying to be polite with him and didn't want to make him feel uncomfortable in any way, he had also been able to steal a lot of his turns and this served him Jim in a silver platter for him to enjoy.
"Stop calling me that, if I'm Jamie the Kingslayer, then what does that make you, Cersei the Tart?"
"I knew you had watched the Game of Thrones!" Sherlock snapped, abandoning his task to crawl up Jim's body and look him in the eye.
"Okay yeah, but to be fair to myself everyone has—, " he shrugged.
"It's your turn Kingslayer," Sherlock shrugged as well, "or should I say mine?"
Alright, maybe he was giving Sherlock too much of a leg up in the game and that had to stop, the boy needed to feel the same amount of pain as he was making him go under.
So he rolled the dice, getting the word suck and the number four.
"Suck, ceathair—," he fell silent for a moment this was the perfect opportunity to go for the big price, he had gotten the right number and just about the perfect action in the dice to use it, but would he? He debated internally for an instant, he could, he doubted Sherlock would break the rules of his own game and he wasn't so sure Sherlock would want to break them anymore, he couldn't be certain but the boy was just enjoying the game too much and James was ready to find out if Sherlock was capable of enjoying anything else about it than just torturing him, "ceathrú."
Sherlock looked at him, a bit of surprise visible in his expression, he was surely waiting for him to purposely mess up his turn again, too afraid to pick a part of Sherlock's body that would cross the line of his comfort, after all, he didn't want to put a stop to the game, thatdespite the torture and utter frustration he was enjoying so much.
Sherlock didn't move from his current position beside him over the bed, completely dressed and quiet, just waiting for him to do anything at all, and so he did.
He sat up in bed and then kneeled beside the other boy, Sherlock's hypnotic eyes fixed on him, watching his every move.
"Sher—, " he started, his fingertips ghosting Sherlock's trousers waistband, the boy nodded approvingly before he could even finish.
He took a little longer than he usually would to slid his fingers between the waistband and Sherlock's toned abdomen, just enjoying the feeling before he finally slid the trousers down.
He paralysed for a second, Sherlock laying in front of him only wearinga t-shirt and a pair of black Boxer Briefs looked amazingly appealing and for a moment he didn't know what else to do, normally by now, he would have the boy completely bare and already screaming, but this was Sherlock Holmes and he didn't want to mess up things between them.
"Wouldn't it appear to you that if someone between the asexual spectrum gave you a sex dice and invented a game exclusively for you to play with them, that would be a transparent enough clue for you to know they are somehow ready for it?" Sherlock dropped in the middle of his internal predicament and Jim couldn't do anything else than sent him a doubtful look, "to answer your question, no James, I'm not sure, this will be more of a trial and error experience to me. What I'm telling you is I'm willing to try."
"Well honey, that's all I wanted to hear," Jim said with a Cheshire cat smile taking over his face.
It took Sherlock a fraction of second to understand he had nowhere to run, it took him even less than that to contemplate he didn't want to. As Jim's fingertips slid over the pale skin of his abdomen, dragging the fabric of his tee shirt up over his head and throwing it somewhere over the floor, he felt stripped of the last barrier separating their bodies and he surprisingly found himself craving to feel the warmth of Jim's skin against his own.
Jim, however, was taking his time to enjoy the moment and the view of Sherlock laying on his bed wearing nothing else than his underwear, it was a glorious view and he was nowhere near to rush it to an end.
He leant over Sherlock to give him a short but meaningful kiss, right before he decided it was time for him to go for the price he had just earned in his turn, so he crawled down Sherlock's body, watching him closely with his attentive pitch black hungry eyes, a thrilling feeling settling down in his stomach, as he saw how Sherlock gulped visibly as he inched closer to the object of his desires.
"Okay Jim, maybe this isn't the right moment to break to you that I don't speak Irish, but I really need to know what you are about to suck because I'm kind of freaking out here," Sherlock interrupted him halfway down.
"Ná teann do leasracha," he said to tease the boy if Sherlock didn't understand the language, he was certainly going to have an anxiety attack because this looked as if Jim was just going directly for the big price. So with a wicked smile he slid his thumbs under Sherlock's boxers waistband and he could swear he saw the exact moment Sherlock's breath faltered, he leant down and placed a kiss over the taller boy's hip bone, "not yet pretty boy, " he winked descending further.
He slid his hands down Sherlock's legs painfully slow and then carefully spread them apart.
"Ceathrú—," Jim whispered pulling one of Sherlock's legs up until he bent the knee over the bed and his thigh was at the same height of his face, "is one of the words we use for thigh," he explained as he dragged his tongue all the way down from Sherlock's knee to his inner thigh, Sherlock gasped for air, "you were right Sherlock, I'm indeed enjoying this game of yours, and you know what I think?" Hestopped in his tracks talking against Sherlock's inner thigh right before he nipped at it and sucked on the pristine tenderness of Sherlock's pale skin, "I think you are too," his breath collided with the wet patch he left on Sherlock skin and he saw the goosebumps caused by it appear almost immediately, he smirked gazing up at Sherlock's visible swelling erection.
"I am, " Sherlock replied almost inaudibly with a hoarse tone.
"It shows," he winked, "you know what else I've noticed?" he asked as he moved away from Sherlock's thigh, he saw the incipient blush in Sherlock's face and the almost immediate pout forming on his lips while he inched away from his body, "It's your turn dragonslayer."
Well then, now that the scoreboard was even, revenge and torture were going to be just the order of the day for Sherlock Holmes.
AN: Short one after a long while, I know, I'm the worst, I'll keep the chapters short so I can keep them coming.