Chapter 10
John was in the middle of shower - and wank - when the doorbell rang. In 221b, it was non negotiable rule that made John always the one to answer the door. This time his mind was flooded with Sherlock as he stroked his member. Sherlock pinching his arse, kissing him, his hands wandering around John's body and saying 'I want to perform fellatio on you.'
John was so close. Any moment now. Oh God, I want Sherlock so bad.
The doorbell rang again.
"Sherlock, get the door," John yelled from the bathroom. Well, tried to yell but his voice came cracked and laboured.
"Mrs. Hudson, get the door," John heard Sherlock yell. The doctor frowned and with his member aching he made his way to the bathroom door.
"She's at her sister's, Sherlock," John said peeking out just a little. He made sure his erection won't touch anything. He didn't want the detective to see him coming behind the door.
Sherlock was sprawled on sofa with John's laptop on his stomach. He looked to smirk at John suggestively. "Get the damn door-"
"Oh I thought Mrs. Hudson would have heard your moaning session before," Sherlock said, not giving a rat's arse about now frantically ringing bell. To make things more chaotic, John's phone started chiming too.
"I wasn't the only one who was moaning!" John defenced but he wasn't sure if Sherlock could hear him over the chaos. "At least answer the phone?"
"It's your phone. I hate intruding privacy."
"Yeah, right," John said and waited for Sherlock to get up. But he didn't. John sighed. He grabbed the towel from hook and wrapped it around his waist. His erection ached for more friction.
"Git," he spat as he made his way downstairs to open the door.
It was Lestrade.
"What you two were up to?" John could think of so many answers to that question. Instead he just swallowed. "I called. Nobody answered. Got a case Sherlock might like."
John's jaws dropped. No, no, no! This is not supposed to be this way. I need to teach him to have sex. Go away, Lestrade! John's mind yelled. His member was somehow more painful now.
"You need him now?" John asked as they started upstairs, disappointment filled his voice that even Lestrade couldn't overlook.
"Is it, er, bad time?" Lestrade said, looking at John, who was only in just a towel, apologetically.
"Ugh, No- I mean, we were just-"
"No, it's not, detective inspector. John hasn't yet sorted out his priorities among other things," Sherlock spoke getting up at once from the sofa and smirking at John and then looking at the front of his towel. The doctor flushed red. Lestrade looked at them both with a look of a lost child.
"Where?" Sherlock asked.
"An abandoned house in Sussex. Locals say it's haunted. Chief called in for you personally. We need to leave in an hour."
"Sussex?" Sherlock's enthusiasm dropped considerably that didn't escape John's notice.
"Yeah. I have already got the tickets for you two. I'll come later in the eveing. Need to sort some things out with wife."
"The Davis House?"
"Yeah, how do you know?"
"Not important. I can't take the case, inspector," Sherlock said with air of finality.
"What- no you have to. Chief called for you." He looked at John for some help.
"We'll be there, Greg," John said taking tickets from Lestrade.
"I'm not going, John," Sherlock said through gritted teeth.
"I'll see you later then?" John said talking to Lestrade instead.
"I'm not going anywhere," Sherlock raised his voice.
"Looks like we can't go to bar tonight. Maybe after this case?" John pulled Lestrade by his shoulder to the door as Sherlock yelled behind them.
"JOHN!"
Lestrade looked both at them questioningly.
"If you don't leave now, Sherlock's going to start throwing tantrums," John whispered to Lestrade as the detective kept shouting.
"Text me when you two reach there," Lestrade said looking unsure.
John bid the detective inspector farewell and turned to face the living room. Sherlock was standing by the window looking outside.
"Sherlock-"
"I'm not going, John."
"Yes you are and I'm coming with you," John crossed the room to stand behind the detective, caressing his tensed back gently. "What's the matter?"
"I don't like Sussex."
"Why? You grew up there, didn't you?"
"Yes."
"What's the matter, Sherlock?" John slipped from behind to stand in front of the taller man. "Won't you tell me?"
"I have spent worst time of my life in Sussex," Sherlock looked away.
"This time it won't be bad, love," Sherlock looked down at John. His eyes looked softer. John wondered if it was an effect of calling him love. "I'm going to be with you."
"They don't like me, John. People there. They hated me."
"You don't know that," John said cupping the detective's jaw in his hands as he tried to look away again. "When was the last time you were there?"
"Fifteen."
"There! Nobody would know it's you. Ordinary people like me forget things," Sherlock smiled down at him just a little.
"They do."
"So, we're doing this?"
"Back when I was 10, I had some theories regarding the house. Mummy wouldn't let me apply them," Sherlock said instead of answering John's question.
"This time maybe you can," John said smiling a little.
"Yes," Sherlock matched his smile. John patted his face wishing to kiss those lips but remembered the detective was on a case now and any sexual activity unless triggered by the other man was prohibited. He moved away from him making way to his bedroom.
"Get your clothes you want to bring," he said reaching the threshold. "I'll go get the suit-"
"You are disappointed."
Oh boy.
"What?" It's wiser to play dumb when Sherlock deduces something John doesn't want him to know. Experience.
"You are disappointed because we can't have sex now."
"Nah- no," John gave a feeble laugh. "Of course, not. No sexual thingy on case. I remember. That. It's fine," John stammered. "It's all fine."
"John," Sherlock said.
"Yes?"
"Thank you for understanding."
John melted looking how earnest Sherlock' eyes looked.
"Don't worry. I'll be right back."
"What is that thing?" Sherlock said looking at John disgustedly. They were in cab, on the way to the station.
"What thing?" John looked down at his body. Jumper in place, jeans hanging by the belt, erection taken care of.
"The thing around your neck."
"What? This?" John asked pointing at his scarf. "What's wrong with my scarf?"
"It's covering your neck."
"So? It's cold outside." John said puzzled.
"Take it off. I don't like it."
"You wear scarf all the time! I like this scarf."
"I can't see your neck."
"Why do you want to see my neck?" John asked innocently.
"I like to look at it. Take it off, for God's sake." Sherlock snarled. John without a word removed it and placed it between two of them. The very next moment Sherlock opened the window and threw the scarf out.
"There. You won't need it again."
John liked Sussex instantly. The Davis house was in the outskirts of the town. Silent, peaceful greenery surrounded the area, something that was very uncommon in London. They had lodging reservations at a decent hotel which John thoroughly liked given the free access to the bar. John walked to the reception counter and asked for their keys. Lestrade had already booked two rooms for them. Sherlock trailed behind standing in garden looking particularly at nothing. He had been unusually and unnervingly quite through the journey. John wondered when he had become unnerved by the detective's quietness.
Sherlock didn't bother to look as John stood next to him.
"Key to your room," John held out the key in front of the detective.
"My room?" Sherlock looked cocking an eyebrow up.
"Yes, 508. Mine is right next to you. 509."
"Why do we have separate rooms?" Sherlock queried.
"I don't know. Do you, er, want to share bed?"
"Do you not?"
"Well, I don't really mind," John said. "But Lestrade will find out about it. About us, I mean."
"Is that a problem?" The detective gave him curt look.
"No! Of course not," John said a bit louder as if it could prove he means it. "I'd run down every street in London announcing I'm with you. Using those giant loudspeakers."
"I hope you will find way back to home." Sherlock said smiling just a little.
"Don't worry. I'll call Mycroft to send one of his shiny cars if I get lost," Sherlock cringed at the mention of his brother as if he had just tasted lemon. John laughed. Comfortable silence filled between them as John's laugh receded.
"Sherlock"
"Hm?"
"It's going to be fine. I'm with you this time."
"I know," And quite unexpectedly he reached out for John's hand and took it in his. John returned the pressure.
"Do you approve of public displays of affection?" Sherlock asked after a moment pulling John closer. "I would very much like to put such display on right now."
John's libido did a very happy dance as Sherlock rested his head rested on John's.
"Let's go to our room," John said quietly pulling Sherlock along. Sherlock obliged.
John opened the door to 508 and Sherlock followed him in. As soon as he kept their suitcases on the floor, he was twirled around by his waist, pushed back till his arse hit the door. The door clicked and locked. Sherlock without a minute's delay attacked John's lips. John, startled by the sudden enthusiasm, tried to push the detective back a little to get a better look at him but Sherlock pressed his body further into John. John struggled to keep from moaning. Sherlock grabbed both of the doctor's wrists and pinned them above his head. John couldn't take it anymore and let out a heavy, breathy moan.
It was like living his sexiest fantasy.
Moan charged Sherlock. He thrust his hips further and John could feel something poking at his stomach.
Sherlock moved his lips to John's neck giving the older man enough time to breath. John stilled had his hands pinned above his head. He cried as Sherlock bit hard into his skin at the base of his neck.
"Sherlock-" John tried to speak. Sherlock was getting more violent every moment. He chose the exact same spot to bite again. John was sure it would start bleeding if things don't start to calm down a bit.
"Shut up," Sherlock said in a low, fierce voice. He moved his lips just above where he had bitten and bit the new spot again.
John never thought he would enjoy the pain this much. Sherlock seemed to know exactly what is to be done to make John aroused and wanting. It was hard to believe he had never done this before.
Sherlock left a trail of bruises from the base of John's neck to back of his ear. His final destination was John's earlobe and he teethed it too. Sherlock moved just an inch away from John to look at him.
"What was that for?" John breathed heavily, hands still above his hand. He wanted to touch the hurting bruises.
"The girl downstairs was looking at your exterior."
"Oh," was all John could say.
"We should get married. People need to know you are off the market," Sherlock spoke as if it was an everyday affair that they get married.
"Or maybe you should know I'm not going to leave you for any other bimbo," John laughed a little.
"Not even for the doctor? Or one with nose?"
"Not even the doctor or one with the nose," John tried not to giggle.
"Michael?"
"Doesn't stand a chance," Sherlock's grin was spectacular. "Although I will need to clarify my earlier actions he sadly had to witness."
"You mean, me kissing you and you moaning like a cat?"
"No, we kissing and moaning." John corrected.
"Please, John, I don't moan."
"Yes, you do. I could prove it to you but since we're on a case and you're married to Work, this will have to wait."
"Well, technically Work hasn't started yet. We can't do anything until Lestrade comes."
"What are you trying to say?" John breathed, anticipating. His member was already hard.
"I say, I'm ready."
John internally danced.
"Are you sure?"
"Didn't I just say 'I'm ready'?" Sherlock said annoyed a bit.
"Okay." Sherlock let John's hand fall down and looked at him, not sure what to do now.
"We're going to do this my way. Do you agree?" John asked.
"What is your way?"
"Do you agree or not, Sherlock? I'm not going to hurt you, I can assure you that."
"Please," Sherlock retorted.
"Do you agree?" John asked again.
"Yes, of course."
"Good," He took a step forward towards the taller man. Cupping his face in palms, he gently kissed the cupid bow lips. Sherlock responded aggressively, a crude man as he was. He pulled John roughly to him, kissing with his teeth rather than lips.
"Take it easy, love. I'm not going anywhere," Sherlock seemed to relax a bit. John continued to caress the detective's lips slowly. He licked his bottom lip and teeth. Sherlock opened his mouth inviting John's tongue in.
Soon the kiss was all tongue and John held back from moaning.
"John, I need to.." Sherlock struggled to form a sentence.
"It's okay," John smiled. "I need you to lie down on the bed and then I am going to perform fellatio on you."
A/N: I know this isn't steamy as much as I'd have liked. But it will get hotter I promise D:
It's a non beta'd version. Mistakes are all mine.
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