A/N I'm starting to feel unloved. I haven't gotten a review in a long while and I'll be honest reviews keep me going. I'm uninspired at the moment so PM us some prompts and either Kels or I will type up the story for ya. Please do it, I want a challenge. –Lyn
Moriarty and John were in Moriarty's car, on the way back to Moriarty's house. John took a sip of his tea which he still had from Sarah's. Moriarty kept glancing at John and the third time he did it he had to tear his gaze away. His cock was half hard at seeing John's puckered, rose colored lips pressing against the tea cup, knowing exactly what else the shorter man like to pucker his lips against. Oh God he was getting a warm, twisting feel in his lower abdomen. He pulled onto a side road, one that was hardly ever used and John looked at him quizzically.
"I thought we were going home." John said. Moriarty glanced at him before returning his attention to the road.
"Change of plans, love." He pulled over to the side of the road and John noted that there were no cars, buildings or even any other roads visible from their position. It was dark and they both knew their odds of meeting someone out there were slim. John took another sip of tea and Moriarty leaned across the divider, pressing his lips to John's in a water-tight seal. Moriarty forced John's mouth open and half of the tea raced into Moriarty's mouth. They pulled apart after a second and Moriarty thoughtfully tilted his head to one side.
"I think you were right. I rather like that tea."
"Oh, that's what you liked?" John asked with a cheeky grin. God Moriarty was fully hard now, the look of that smile and the way his eyes sparkled, the hint of willingness if it was asked for. Moriarty got out of the car, slamming the door behind him. John climbed out behind him, leaving the cup in the car. They met at the hood and Moriarty crushed his lips to John's. John moaned against the sudden contact and sank into the feeling. His cock was straining against his pants and when Moriarty pulled him closer, tighter, and their hips ground together they could each feel the other's desire and arousal. Moriarty pushed John up onto the hood of the car and he licked John's jawline. The shorter man groaned and he shifted uncomfortably, his pants creating unwelcome pressure on his stiff member. Moriarty grinned as he saw the problem and he began unbuttoning his shirt, he let it flutter to the ground and the rest of his clothing was discarded soon after. John was stripped down as well and Moriarty leaned into him again, nipping, kissing and biting. John groaned and leaned into Moriarty, craving the offered touch so desperately. Moriarty let John's feet touch the ground but flipped him and bent him over the hood so his ass was in the air and his stomach and chest were pressed against the black car. Moriarty lined up with John's entrance and slammed into him, pulling a gasp from the other man's throat. He drove into him over and over and over.
Their sex was by no means gentle. Moriarty rode his lover until the smaller man was screaming and when they got home Moriarty had to carry him in. He curled up in bed with John and wrapped an arm around his waist. Moriarty kissed his neck as they drifted off to sleep and he softly said.
"I'm so glad you chose me."