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High pitched buzzing pulled John from his sleep. Glancing down towards his phone John realised he had missed something important.
His job interview was today. Damn it.
He found a pen and some scrap paper and scribbled a thank you note to Mike. He grabbed his stuff and ran out the door shutting it as quietly as possible. He had just enough money to jump on the tube to Baker Street. Hopefully Sherlock would either be out or asleep so John could nip in shower and change and get off to his interview.
John stood outside Baker Street for a moment. Steadying his breathing for a moment he entered silently.
He jogged up the stairs gently, careful not to step to hard on the creaking steps. Pushing the flat door open he was greeted by the sight of Sherlock, dressed in a tight black suit, sat in his chair with the curtains closed darkening the room. The only sound in the room was Sherlock's violin as he picked the string with his slim fingers.
"Sherlock."
The detective slowly looked up, deducing where John had been. Ruffled hair, darkening bags under the eyes, wrinkled clothing...
"You were with one of your ex-clients," Sherlock stated as a matter of fact.
"Yeah and now I'm getting ready for my job interview."
John didn't bother looking at Sherlock as he left the room. That man could wait, John was running late as it was.
The job interview had gone far better than John had expected, least they hadn't laughed him out of the interview. He had totally forgot about Sherlock during the day, now was a better time than any to have a good old fashioned row. As he entered the living room he saw Sherlock still sat in the same seat as he had been in the morning. He was sat on crossed legs, with his hands together under his chin and eyes closed. He looked almost breakable.
"I said, 'could you pass me a pen,'" asked Sherlock breaking John out of his mini day dream.
"What? When?"
"About an hour ago."
"I went to see about a job at that surgery, remember the one you forbid me going too?"
"How was it?" Sherlock replied rolling his eyes, humoring John.
"Great. She's great."
"Who?"
"The job."
"She."
"It."
John was playing nasty and he knew it. He flopped onto the sofa and reached for the television remote. Sherlock flew out of his chair to mount John.
"What the hell, Sherlock?"
Sherlock latched onto John's neck, sucking hard, purpling of the skin already forming. Sherlock was claiming him, showing anyone who got near him that John belonged to someone else. Arousal spiked deep inside John, he should be annoyed at least but it felt like years since he was last near Sherlock. Wrapping his arms around Sherlock, John twisted Sherlock's body towards the sofa, hitting his back against the cushions. A moan escaped Sherlock's lips as John began to dominate him. John returned the gesture attacking Sherlock's neck. Sherlock's t-shirt was soon ripped from his body, John showed no mercy for the buttons as they broke away from the material. Grabbing at John, Sherlock effectively removed his shirt. Trousers were now being torn from each other. This was needy, hot, desperate sex. And it excited Sherlock. He needed this, they both needed this.
"My ex-client told me he tried to contact me for my services," grunted John as he rutted against Sherlock's near naked form. Sherlock mashed his lips against John's, in order to silence him.
"What about the 'she' at the interview?" spat Sherlock through gritted teeth.
"Her name is Sarah, and yeah she was interested in me. I would of been tempted, if it hadn't been for one thing," growled John.
This was getting into dangerous territory: mixing sex with anger was never a good idea.
"What stopped you then?"
"You."
That was all the encouragement Sherlock needed. Pulling the remaining articles of clothing off, Sherlock reached down to wrap his hand around his and John's cock. Stroking earnestly as he tried to bring them off. The action was too uncoordinated, but it achieved it's aim. Both men were wriggling against each other, sweat dripping from their bodies. Sherlock came over himself, still stroking their shafts. John soon followed. Sweat and semen mixed as John let himself collapse onto of Sherlock.
As they lay there, clutched onto each other not a single word was spoken.
It seemed like angry make-up sex did work.
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