Hello there Kt here. Just wanted to say WOW, I'v had such a great response from this story from you guys and I'm so appreciative. I really didn't expect so many people to read it, follow it and favourite it.
Also seeing as I'm home ill, I might as well update for you guys.
In reply to PeanutVictory: I'm sorrryyyy! I'll give them some sexy time just to make it up to you. :)
Two men bustling though the bedroom door woke John and Sherlock up from their deep sleep, one of the men was pushing a buffet cart while the other was carrying a coffee pot which couldn't fit onto the cart. Both men were dressed in dark suits accompanied by white tie around aprons.
"Breakfast from Mycroft" announced one of the men, and with that the two workers were gone, closing the door quietly behind them.
John sat up, back resting against the headboard while Sherlock simply commented, "Both married to women while having an affair with each other, interesting". Sherlock's deductions never failed to amuse John. He was eager to let Sherlock have his fun.
"Okay, how could you possible know that?" John grilled while brushing the back of Sherlock's head. Sherlock launched into a deep speech over his observations to John.
"Simple. Mycroft likes his employees to be married, a significant other comes in handy if an employee tried to go against him. Both men had modern weddings rings where the name of the partner had been etched onto the band. However the second man had recently removed his ring, but you could still see the indentation of the partners name on his finger, while with the first man has his partner's name etch on the exterior of the ring. Add that to the fact both their eyes dilated when ever they look at each other and also the creases on their trousers would show us that they have recently had sexual contact with each other while being married"
"You are utter amazing" commented John.
John leaned over to the detective and brushing his lips over his temple in a light kiss, nothing to dynamic after Sherlock's confession last night. John's body stiffened remembering last night. He once against made sure to make a mental note, or even talk to Mycroft about killing that bastard Victor. Sensing John's change in body language, Sherlock pushed himself closer to John in attempt to stop him from thinking about last nights events. Sherlock practically mounted John, kissing every inch of John's face, much like an over excited puppy seeing it's master after a long day. John pulled Sherlock further into him by grabbing hold of his hips, not enough to bruise him however. John was just about to feel a stirring sensation in his lower abdomen when Sherlock's stomach growled loud enough to make John stop and giggle like a schoolgirl while Sherlock clutched at it trying to make it stop.
"I think someone is hungry" smiled John.
Waving his arms in defeat, Sherlock got off of John and lightly jumped of the bed and walked to the buffet cart. He poured John a cup of coffee adding just the right amount of milk for him and carefully passed it over to the him. He then proceeded to sniff at the rest of the food before settling on some fruit for himself and chocolat du pain, which he knew were on of John's favorites. They began to eat in silence, neither one taking their eyes of each other. They both ate at the same speed, carefully chewing and swallowing their food like they were both delaying leaving and stepping back out into the reality of the world around them.
John drained the last of his coffee, leaving the remains of his breakfast on the cart and straighten up clothing up. Sherlock followed suit, mimicking John's actions. John nodded to Sherlock and with that they were both on their way out the door in order to get back to Baker Street.
Sherlock had arranged with one of Mycroft's men for a ride home, moment later a slick black Mercedes rolled up besides them. The driver stepped out, opening the door for John and Sherlock. Once inside and belted up, they both sat in silence. The car's engine purred as the driver pushed to start it up. John watched out the window as the countryside passed, greens and browns flew past his vision. He became lost in the scenery trying to capture the landscape before the car past it. On the other side of the car Sherlock was unsure of how to approach the situation, he had told John everything about him and his hidden past, and had not been rejected by him. So why couldn't Sherlock strike up a simple conversation with the man? He felt like soon all of this would soon be shattered John would change his mind and leave Sherlock alone again. Sherlock knew he was becoming far to paranoid, but he couldn't help it. Past experience had always taught Sherlock that all good things come to an end soon enough.
John glanced over to Sherlock to see the worry in the other man's eyes. He placed his hand over Sherlock's smoothed his callous fingers over Sherlock's pale palm to reassure Sherlock that he was still here and was not going to leave him ever. Sherlock glowed from the gesture, beaming up towards John. Both men in that moment were both truly happy.
Countryside soon turned into large office buildings, traffic and tourists. Finally the car turned the corner entry Baker Street, the car came to a halt just outside Speedy's cafe. The two men exited and step towards the thick black door. John managed to push the door open with minimal effort., twisting the keys out of the door on his way past.
John jogged up the stairs to the flat, as Sherlock followed. Both men wriggled out their coats hanging them up on the coat rack. Treading into the kitchen John went to make a pot of tea for them both. He could feel Sherlock following him once again like a lost puppy. Sherlock snaked his hands though John's arms, hugging him closely. Placing his head over John shoulder, he squeed him ever so gently to show the other man how much he needed him. Hugging John's jumper pretty much felt like hugging a teddy bear, this gave Sherlock more comfort that the man wasn't going to leave him any-time soon.
Sherlock hooked his hand under John's jumper, skimming his abdomen. John pushed himself back onto the touch. The taller man began to compassionately kiss John's neck, swiping his tongue across the flesh tasting John's scent. John turned himself to Sherlock for easier access. Both men let their natural impulses take over, they crushed their lips together in a bruising act. John greedily sucked on Sherlock's cupid bow lips which dragged a moan from deep inside his chest. Using both hands on Sherlock's chest, John pushed him back still kissing him until the other man's legs hit the front of the sofa causing Sherlock to fall backwards, John toppled on to him, neither one breaking the kiss still. Sherlock unzipped John's jeans and dipped his hand into John's boxer, brushing past the patch of hair between John's legs. John bucked towards Sherlock in the aid for more friction. John also copied the action, unzipping Sherlock's suit trousers and pushing his hand back the band of the boxers. Both men had taken the other in hand. Both of them were fondling with the other. The action was to constrained, pulling down the rest of their trousers both the men had more space to move. They pushed their cocks against each other, searching for that much needed friction. Bodily fluids from each other mixed, creating a lubricated surface. Sherlock could the tight coil in his stomach begin to clench, any moment now and he would be shouting out John's name. John could feel it too, like they were both connected in this instant. Eyes blown wide open, both came with the other man's name on their lips, milking each other. John couldn't hold himself up any longer, he let his arms drop and laid on top of Sherlock. As John drifted off into post cortisol bliss he swore he could of heard Sherlock say something.
I love you.
With that Sherlock fell asleep himself, absolutely happy.
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