Chapter 20

"Sherlock?" John called as he came through the door. Then he saw how peaceful Sherlock was lying with his eyes closed and smiled. He went closer and readjusted the blanket. Sherlock just let out a little snore and snuggled further into the sofa. The doctor sat down on his knees in front of the sofa and softly kissed Sherlock's cheek. "Shouldn't we get you to bed, to spare your back?" he whispered.

Sherlock opened his eyes, sleepily. "Oh, hi," he mumbled. "You're home."

"Good observation," John smiled. He put an arm under Sherlock's shoulders to push him upright."Come on, let's go to bed."

Sherlock looked at his phone and frowned. "You're home a lot earlier than I expected."

"Yeah. You know. Guess I'm a bit overly worried about you after everything that happened."

Sherlock smiled fondly. "I love you for that, but you really didn't have to."

"You always love me, it's not for that," John smiled, pulling Sherlock on his feet. "Sorry if I smell of beer."

Sherlock pulled him into a one-armed hug, burying his nose in John's hair. "You smell of you," he mumbled.

"That's good, I guess. Will you move now? I am trying to take you to bed, you know."

Sherlock giggled. "Well, how can I say no to that?"

"Really, Sherlock." John couldn't suppress a smile. "I obviously meant that in the 'I'm not letting you fall asleep while you're standing'-way." He started guiding Sherlock to what had become their bedroom.

"You really should choose your words more carefully, John." He was still a little sleepy and feeling very pleased that John was there, so he let his voice drop and linger on the last word.

"Perhaps you should pay attention to the way you are saying things," John muttered, before lowering him on the bed.

"I'll keep that in mind." His voice was still a little sleepy, but it was getting there.

"Yes, great, I'll, er, have a shower before I come to bed," John said, turning to go to the bathroom.

"Hurry," Sherlock murmured as he rolled over on his side.

"Why?" John smirked.

"Bed gets cold without you."

"I'll be quick then." John hesitated for a moment - if he didn't ask, he couldn't know. "Are you - will you be asleep when I come back?"

Sherlock turned his head and looked at him. "I can stay awake if you want me to."

"I... just need to know if I have to take care of things under the shower," John said awkwardly.

"Oh," Sherlock's eyes widened a little. "Well, if that's what you prefer..."

"Sherlock," John said, a bit annoyed. "I'm asking you a question, I'm certainly not stating a preference like you very well know. Now do you need sleep or not?"

Sherlock bit his lip. "I'm sorry," he said. "I was only teasing. I guess I just wanted you to say it... That you want me. Even though I'm being such a pain these days."

John stepped back to the bed and kissed him. "I wish I didn't have to be gentle with you," he said lowly, then he disappeared to the bathroom.

The words sent a shiver down Sherlock's spine and he felt colour rising in his cheeks, as he lay, waiting for John to return.

Five minutes later John was back, clean and naked, and he slipped under the blankets.

Sherlock lay on his back, his bad arm resting on a pillow next to him. He wrapped his other arm around John and pulled him over, so he was lying half on top of him. "Took you long enough," he said with a sly grin.

John didn't answer but attacked his lips. Sherlock moaned and moved his hand to the back of John's head, as if to keep him as close as possible as he returned the kiss eagerly. John let out a groan and bit Sherlock's bottom lip, drawing it out a little.

With a sharp intake of breath, Sherlock tangled his fingers in John's hair and pulled him back. "This is 'gentle'?" he gasped, laughing.

"Gentle enough not to hurt your arm or ribs," John said roughly. "I want you."

"Good." It was almost a growl. Then he pulled John back for a ferocious kiss. John also buried his hands in Sherlock's hair and pushed his hips down, hungrily kissing back. Sherlock moved his hand down, stroking the shorter man's neck and then his shoulder, before sliding down his back.

John moaned softly, pulling back for air.

Sherlock rested his hand low on John's back, pushing him a little closer. "So," he said, trying to catch his breath. "How do you want to do this?"

John rubbed his scalp, feeling a little more gentle. "Tell me what you want," he whispered, rolling his hips.

"Oh, God." Sherlock drew in a deep breath. "I just want to feel you. Every inch of you. And to hell with my injuries..."

John swallowed and kissed Sherlock's neck. "Even inside you?" he asked, his voice trembling with arousal at the thought.

Sherlock nodded pulling John even tighter. "Yes," he whispered, his lips brushing John's ear. "I want you inside me."

John shivered and gently bit his neck. "We need lube. And you have to be naked. Now."

Sherlock laughed, feeling more than a little flustered, but also incredibly turned on by John's urgency. "Not much I can do, I'm afraid," he said, nodding towards the cast on his right arm.

John bit his neck again in frustration, then sat up, making short work of Sherlock's pyjamas. He opened the drawer of the nightstand for a bottle of lube, but then he paused, kissing Sherlock's stomach. "Okay?"

"Yes," Sherlock hesitated. "It's just... I've only ever done this once before and ... It was a very long time ago..." He bit his lip, and glanced at John.

"We don't have to do this now," John said, stroking his fingertips in circles over Sherlock's chest. "Only if you're ready."

"No," Sherlock said. "I mean yes... I want to. I am ready. Just..." He smiled and laughed weakly. "You know..."

John cupped his neck and kissed him softly. "I'll be gentle. And we'll go one step at a time, and you can always tell me that it's enough."

Sherlock kissed him back. "I trust you."

John brushed his palm over Sherlock's cock, nipping at his jaw. "I love you."

Sherlock closed his eyes and smiled. "I know."

John sat up again and pressed some lube on the fingers of his left hand. He pressed his middle finger between the cheeks of Sherlock's arse, gently teasing, but not yet breaching. Sherlock squirmed a little at the unfamiliar sensation, before he slowly relaxed. John gently pushed a little further, just stroking him lightly. He bent down and nuzzled Sherlock's hip.

Sherlock moaned and moved a little against John's finger, testing. "Go on," he whispered.

John nodded and pushed in, then held still so Sherlock could get used to the feeling. "Okay?"

Sherlock hesitated for a moment. Then he nodded. John softly kissed his hip bone, while pulling his finger a little out and then pushing further.

Sherlock gasped. "That feels so good, John."

Relief and arousal flowed straight to John's cock. "Glad to hear that." He gave himself a few light strokes and pushed his finger completely in, once again waiting a moment for Sherlock.

Soon, Sherlock gently rocked his hips. "Please, John," he whispered. "Don't stop."

John smiled and started moving his finger. "Do you want more?" he asked after a little while.

Sherlock moaned again, "Yes," he said, his eyes still closed, his fingers clutching at the sheet.

John slowly pulled out his finger, took more lube and pushed in two. "You look gorgeous."

Sherlock's breath was a mixed gasp and laugh. "Thank you..." The words trailed off into a loud groan.

John scissored his fingers a little, before pushing further again and experimentally touching for his prostate. Instantly Sherlock's hips bucked up, the pain in his sore ribs making him gasp.

"You like that?" John asked breathlessly.

"Oh, God yes. John. That's amazing." Sherlock fought to keep still but it was no use. It was just too intense and his body couldn't help but respond.

John kissed from his hip to the middle of his lower stomach, his fingers moving inside Sherlock to prepare him. "Tell me when you're ready."

Sherlock nodded. "Now, I think." He bit his lip to try and control his ragged breathing.

"Sure?" John asked, but he was too eager to tease him any longer and slowly pulled back his fingers.

Sherlock nodded more vigorously and whimpered at the sense of loss. John kneeled over him and kissed him, moving down so their cocks brushed against each other. "God, Sherlock..." He lined up against his hole and looked him in the eyes before he started to push in.

Sherlock held John's eyes, his mouth slightly open, his eyebrows raised so high they almost disappeared into the curls. This was nothing like the vague memory he had. Nothing like he had expected. This was John, and nothing had ever felt so right.

John groaned and his face crumpled with pleasure as his cock slid further into the hot tightness. "Fuck," he cursed breathlessly.

Sherlock reached up and put his hand on John's shoulder, caressing his neck with his fingers. "John," he moaned. "Oh God, John."

"I'm not hurting you, am I?" John panted. He wanted to move, oh god, but he couldn't as long as he wasn't sure that Sherlock was alright.

"No," Sherlock closed his eyes and rolled his hips slowly. "It's fine. It's amazing,"

"God, it is," John said. He pulled a little back and thrust in again. "You feel so good."

"You too." Sherlock threw his head back and groaned, moving to meet John's thrusts.
John started kissing and sucking his neck, thrusting faster and moaning. They found a rhythm and soon the world was just him and Sherlock, and it was absolutely brilliant.

Sherlock too was losing himself in the motion and sensations. With his hand on John's cheek, he urged his head up so he could catch his lips in a desperate kiss.

John groaned and sucked on his tongue. "I'm not going to last long," he breathed as they broke apart.

"It's okay," Sherlock gasped. "Touch me? Please?"

"Oh, I'm so sorry." John had been so wrapped up in pleasure that he had completely forgotten that he could actually do something. He reached between them and started stroking Sherlock in the rhythm of his thrusts.

Sherlock almost laughed. "Sorry? No need to apolo..." the word turned into a groan, as he suddenly found himself on the brink. He clutched at John's shoulder.

John caught his lips again and his last few thrusts were more ferocious before he came, buried deep inside Sherlock and with his face pressed into the other man's neck. He kept stroking Sherlock's cock, trying to catch his breath as pleasure still waved through his body.

"Oh God," Sherlock gasped as he came, his body shaking beneath John. "Fuck..."

John cupped his face and kissed him gently. "God, I love you."

"I love you too," Sherlock murmured, brushing John's back gently with his fingertips.

John kissed his neck and slowly pulled out. "Wow."

Sherlock let out a small laugh. "Wow," he agreed.

John started giggling, holding Sherlock tight. "I should probably get something to clean us up," he said after his laughter had stopped, but he still felt extremely happy.

"No need to hurry," Sherlock mumbled holding on to John. "Stay a little longer."

"Gladly," John smiled, snuggling into Sherlock's shoulder. "Won't you feel sticky?"

"I really don't care right now."

John smiled and closed his eyes.