That night they didn't make love, instead Sherlock clung onto John afraid that if he loosened his grip he would lose him again. John wrapped his arms around Sherlock never letting go of this wonderful man. Not a single word was said; it didn't need to be. Both men were tightly pressed against each other as they drifted into a deep sleep.
It was a loud tapping on the wooden floor that jogged the two men out of their sleep. Their eye lids fluttered open to see Mycroft standing at the foot of the bed, using his umbrella as an alarm. Sherlock groaned as he sat up, reaching behind him for a pillow to throw at his brother. Mycroft stepped aside as the pillow flew past him earning a chuckle out of John.
"What do you want Mycroft?" hissed Sherlock, wanting his brother to be gone so he could have his way with John.
"It's John I'm here to see, not you," Mycroft casually replied, gesturing for John to follow him out of the room.
John leaned over to Sherlock to place a gentle kiss onto his temple as he squeezed his hand. He then tugged the rest of the bed covers off of himself to follow Mycroft out of the room. Mycroft came to a halt in the living room, he turned to face John.
"My little brother, despite the front he puts up, is a damaged person. He needs stability in his life, John. I truly hope you can be the one to give it to him. I may occupy a minor position in government but I do everything in my power to make your life hell if you hurt Sherlock," remarked Mycroft pointing a finger towards John.
John held his hands in surrender before replying, trying not to giggle that the British Government was threaten him, "You have my word I won't hurt him. One question though; who is Jim Moriarty?" asked John, hoping that Mycroft would be the source of information.
Mycroft physically cringed at that man's name. What had this man done that had been so bad?
"That is a subject for another day. Good day to you John" Mycroft and his umbrella smoothly stepped out of the flat leaving Sherlock and John to their own business.
John dismissed Mycroft's reaction to Jim's name in favor of jumping back into bed with Sherlock.
He made his way back into the room, seeing Sherlock hiding under the covers, fidgeting. John pounced onto Sherlock's figure, trapping the man between the bed and John's body. Sherlock squealed in excitement like a child as John grabbed at his sides tickling him. He craned his neck in an attempt to push away from John. John took this as a welcome to latch onto Sherlock's neck, sucking love bites on to the pale flesh. Sherlock vibrated beneath him, both men found the others lips hastily. The deepening kiss was all teeth and tongues. Heat was beginning to build as Sherlock pushed himself against John, rubbing his bulge against the other man. John moaned into Sherlock's mouth, he wanted to truly make this man come undone. Pulling apart their remaining clothing, both rutted against each other trying to find that much needed friction. John lovingly brushed the curls from Sherlock's eyes so that he could see him better.
As they locked eyes John slipped his hand into the band of Sherlock's eyes widened as a response as John began to stroke him. Sherlock could feel himself getting hotter and more desperate. Each moan was a strangled effort not to scream out in pleasure. Tugging the rest of the bottom half of clothing down, John had full access to Sherlock. John watched intently as each stroke caused Sherlock to grip the bed sheets harder and harder until his knuckles turned pale white. John had never seen a more beautiful person in his life than this man in front of him now.
"Jawnnn, I've never done this before," gasped Sherlock desperately trying to hold on to reality as wave after wave of pleasure hit him.
John paused his action for a moment to stare at Sherlock.
"Never?" asked John for clarification as Sherlock shifted slightly feeling some what uncomfortable and exposed.
"My body was just transport, until I met you," replied Sherlock
"Do you want to carry on?" John asked carefully not wanting to pressure the other man.
Sherlock's response was to thrust his hips up in the direction of John. Chuckling he continued his action as Sherlock was once again reduced to a quivering mess on the bed. Soon Sherlock felt himself falling over an imagined edge of pleasure, everything was so bright and wonderful. All source of blood traveled away from his brain and down his body, as he came over John's hand and his body. He couldn't move, just laying there waiting for reality to come to him. Breathing in deeply he registered external physical contact. John was cleaning him up. After throwing the soiled tissues in the bin, John crawled up the bed to be with Sherlock. His own arousal didn't matter at this point he just wanted to hold Sherlock. He wrapped his arms around the curly haired man as he pressed kisses into his neck over the marks he had all ready left on him. Once Sherlock had come back down to earth he wrapped himself around John, shifting into a position where both were comfortable. John patted his hair down as he whispered into Sherlock's ear.
"Get some rest love" murmured John.
That singular word hit Sherlock. 'Love'. Just hearing John say that to him made something so weird inside of him and for once he was just fine with that.
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