Day 21: Shower Sex (Not technically shower sex, since one other chapter already featured shower sex. Also featuring rimming.)
John likes to watch Sherlock shower. Since the shower curtain is white, he can see Sherlock's silhouette perfectly. That lean body even looks toned in the shadow, he can see perfectly every curve of his tall love. He watches shamelessly as he brushes his teeth.
"How long until that dinner?" Sherlock calls over the spray.
John spits in the sink. "Just over an hour. But we've got to be there early."
"Why?"
"I don't know," John says. "I was just told to be there early."
John watches as Sherlock steps back under the spray, letting the water sweep away the soap he'd just lathered with.
John's getting more worked up than he should be. He told Sherlock they needed to take separate showers, since they really are in a hurry, and because of the weekend they've had.
In the past two days, from Saturday morning when they woke up and Sunday up until now, they've had sex five times. Three times yesterday and only twice today, and John's afraid they're on their way to number three today.
Sherlock turns in the shower, now his perfect profile visible in the curtain. John nearly chokes when Sherlock turns, accidentally revealing his erection.
John doesn't notice he's sucking on his toothbrush when Sherlock slides a hand over that hard thing between his legs, giving himself a few healthy tugs before he reaches to shut the shower off.
But he doesn't turn the shower off. Instead, he turns the hot water on all the way and steps out, leaving the curtain open to let the room fill with warm steam.
John rinses his mouth and puts his toothbrush away.
"What are you doing?" he asks.
Sherlock lifts an eyebrow. "I believe the answer is quite clear."
He wraps a hand around his cock again and squeezes, letting clear fluid leak from the tip.
John licks his lips, then steps to Sherlock.
Sherlock goes to John quickly, pushing John back against the sink. He kisses John deeply while reaching behind to grab John's bum.
Sherlock pulls his lips away from John's and licks his neck as he runs a finger down the seam of John's arse.
"I bet you're still ready from earlier," Sherlock whispers. "Are you, John?" He easily slips a finger into John's hole.
John's breathing stutters. "Go easy on me, love," he whispers. "Last time, you were-"
"I'll be gentle, I promise," Sherlock breathes in John's ear, then quickly spins John around.
Without any warning, Sherlock drops to his knees to slick John up with his tongue. John arches into the wetness and groans at the ceiling, the sound being drowned out by the shower.
Finally, John's ready, so Sherlock stands again and slicks himself up with spit. He lines up and sinks in, pushing John hard against the sink.
He presses his entire wet front against John's back, biting the top of John's ear and sighing.
"So good..." Sherlock whispers.
John throws his head back to rest against Sherlock's shoulder. Sherlock licks at his jaw and the side of John's neck, barely pulling his cock out to thrust back in.
He gets a slow and steady rhythm going, biting at every inch of John's skin that he can reach. John moans loudly with each thrust of Sherlock's hips, biting his lip to keep quiet even though he doesn't need to be.
After long minutes of leisurely pumping his cock in and out of John, he stands up straight and pulls his upper body back to not be touching John. He grips John's shoulders tight and looks down at his cock as he slowly pulls all the way out. He spits in his hand to slick himself up some more, then pushes his erection back into John as hard as he thinks is safe.
John's head drops forward and he arches his back, pushing his bum out more for Sherlock to easily hit his prostate. He nearly shouts his appreciation with each reentry, Sherlock's cock hitting him perfectly each time.
"John, look at me," Sherlock pants.
John lifts his head and turns to look at Sherlock.
"No," Sherlock groans. "In the mirror."
John wipes a hand to clear the moisture on the mirror and catches Sherlock's eyes with his own. Sherlock stares at him darkly as he bites his lip and thrusts harder, and John grips his cock with one hand.
John comes not even a minute later, straining to keep his eyes fixed on Sherlock as he cries out. Sherlock follows close behind, watching John through heavy-lidded eyes.
Sherlock pulls out and steps back over to the shower, cleaning up with a cloth from the tub. He shuts the shower off, then returns to John while grabbing his towel.
"Why'd you leave the shower on?"
"I didn't want to get cold," Sherlock answers. "Doesn't do well for my performance if I get too cold."
John laughs and pulls Sherlock close. "I'm certainly glad there wasn't anything wrong with your performance."
Sherlock smiles and kisses John deeply.