A/N – It's been several chapters but John has decided the next move.
John sat on the sofa, rather stunned and confused, sipping his tea - which was going cold. Every now and then Sherlock glanced at him. John was staring into space, just trying to get his head around the last couple of days.
Sherlock was so confusing. John still didn't know how he had known. Still couldn't puzzle how he had hidden from himself. 'Did I enjoy it?' he thought, 'I think I did.'
Sherlock finished typing and looked up for a second, before springing to his feet and crossing to the doorway.
"Sherlock," John said, and Sherlock stopped turning curiously to stare at John. He could tell John had been thinking about him but John also sounded stern. Sherlock dithered, unsure of John's intentions. "Shut the door." Sherlock stared. "Sherlock! Shut the door." Sherlock slowly began to close it, analysing John as quickly as he could. John jumped up and Sherlock let go of the door in surprise; this didn't match John.
John marched over to Sherlock and pushed him roughly against the door, earning a satisfying click from the lock.
John looked up into Sherlock eyes. "Don't want Mrs Hudson to walk in." Sherlock continued to stare at John. He was still roughly pinned against the door, clothes askew and wrinkled. Sherlock's mind raced - what was John about to do? Question him? Torture? His questions were answered when John released him and began to undo his shirt. Sherlock's eyes widened in confusion as John finished unbuttoning him and laid his head against his chest.
Sherlock looked down at John, but before he knew what to say John's hands had slid round under his shirt and were caressing his back. He felt slightly powerless but he didn't know what to do with his hands, so he just left them hanging limply by his sides. Suddenly Sherlock jumped slightly; John's hands were on his buttocks and he was pressed in really tight. He could feel John's ragged breath tickling slightly on his chest and he grinned slightly at the absurdity.
John was feeling more confident now; there had been a slight moment of panic at the strangeness as he had lain his head on Sherlock's chest, but now he was in control again - and of Sherlock too, judging by the way Sherlock had gone quiet. It was almost as though the detective were waiting for instructions or orders.
"Sherlock," John breathed out, coughing slightly, then, "Sherlock." More forcefully, "Lie down on the sofa." John looked up at Sherlock as he gave his buttocks a quick squeeze, before slowly stroking his hands back up Sherlock's body and pulling him down for a quick kiss. As Sherlock shifted to do as John said, John put his hands on his shoulders and tugged off his shirt and jacket.
Sherlock felt slightly lost, but also that their relationship had suddenly taken a step forward. He mentally stored several notes to add to his notebook as he sat down on the sofa, watching John take off his cosy jumper, shirt and vest. Though why John needed a vest, he had no idea.
John advanced on Sherlock and kissed him; full on with tongue, pushing deep and learning about Sherlock in the process. He slowly pushed Sherlock backwards until he was lying down and John's hand crept down to undo Sherlock's trousers. John pulled away slightly as he worked Sherlock's belt out and saw Sherlock' s eyes open suddenly as he reached down and massaged him gently
through his boxers.
Sherlock began to pant; the friction between boxers, cock, and the teasing hand torture. He felt like John was getting his own back for the taxi teasing and smirked slightly.
John reached up and pulled Sherlock's boxers down, allowing them to move quickly and making Sherlock arch upwards. Sherlock leaned up and kissed John with a moan. He moved his own hands up and over Johns back and slowly down. Using John's own tricks against him, he pushed his hands under John's waistband and pulled him close with a tight squeeze.
John groaned with the tug as Sherlock pulled him close, forcing his own cock - which he had been ignoring - to connect with Sherlock's through the thick fabric and was suddenly glad as one of Sherlock's hands moved to stroke his own cock rather roughly. He leant forward into Sherlock as he lost the last vestiges of air in his lungs and used his other hand, no longer supporting his weight, to undo his trousers for more freedom.
He stroked Sherlock's cock forcefully and felt his buttock being clenched rather hard. Their hands no longer free to investigate they knocked noses, each starting to work harder on the other. John could feel that he had the better angle and soon Sherlock was panting his name, hands becoming mere reflexive movements as his mind became foggy and he arched up and released with a loud cry.
Within seconds Sherlock had spun John over and was pumping him furiously with the last of his energy, panting hard, eyes closed till he felt John about to release when he opened them to focus on the face filled with bliss. With a final pump, John released, and Sherlock collapsed onto him.
John shifted slightly, and they lay there, comfortably entwined, experiencing euphoria.
John felt pleased with his sudden call and knew, by the way they had both reacted, that it was the right choice. He had rarely enjoyed a moment like that as much as he just had. It all seemed to fit, just like the lanky body curled around him. He smiled happily and dozed off.
Sherlock felt rather confused. He supposed that Case Five had taken a logical step, but he didn't expect to find himself shirtless, trousers undone, slightly damp and, most importantly, cuddling John Watson after a surprise attack. A very nice feeling attack, but still, a surprise one. He was sure that John had been about to question him. That would have been logical, although he did have a lot of notes to write up. John seemed fairly fixated on this case rather than equally spreading curiousity. For some reason, he decided to stay curled up with John, because it felt nice and it gave him a chance to puzzle and observe him from a different angle. He could feel John's breathing change as he dozed off and after a second's thought pulled the blanket off the top of the sofa and draped it over them both. Well, now was as good a time as any for a few minutes of sleep.
Sherlock shifted slightly as he positioned the blanket and so did John. There was a moment wherein Sherlock thought John would get up so he lay still, but John simply moved his arm around Sherlock and settled down to nap even more.
Sherlock lay, totally relaxed in a tight embrace, and thought to himself how things had changed since moving to 221b with John. He smiled slightly as he drifted off, vehemently hoping that John would stay with him, as life seemed more logical with him around.
In the top corner of the room a small camera silently took a snap shot. Somewhere in London, in a darkened room, an eyebrow was being raised.
A/N – So it has happened! What did you think?
Who owns the camera? I have 2 suspects, but is it a 3rd person? An unknown? When will the future tell us?
Hope it was ok for you. Don't the boys seem settled. I think we need a spanner in the works. Or perhaps I'll leave that for another fic.
The end is in sight! Only 2 cases are still ongoing. The Cheesey mystery and The Halburt Death. Although, case 5 – John, hasn't finished and there is a lot more to be discovered, it has reached a satisfying plane of knowledge that Sherlock is content to leave be for a while.
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