Chapter 36

They had a late - or early - meal in the small Indian restaurant, then walked back to the flat. "Are you going right back to the copies?" John asked.

Sherlock nodded. "If the printer's done."

"Hm. Shame." John smiled at him. "What if the printer hasn't finished yet?"

"I guess I'll have to find something to pass the time."

John pulled up his eyebrow at the lack of enthusiasm.

Sherlock nudged him with his elbow. "Any ideas?" he said, keeping a straight face.

"Well, yes. Quite many, actually."

Sherlock smiled. "Oh," he said. "Intriguing."

John poked him, then pulled him down for a kiss. "You had promised that you would take me in every possible way, but I think you missed quite a few yesterday," he teased.

Sherlock chuckled. "Quite right," he said. "Some of what I had in mind will have to wait, until I get this damn cast off. But I'll see what I can do." He pulled John close and kissed him with a sudden and almost desperate hunger.

John eagerly kissed him back. "Perhaps- perhaps we shouldn't do this in the middle of the street though," he said breathlessly.

Sherlock pouted. "Okay. We'll save that one for later." He winked. Then he moved his hand down and gave John's bum a playful squeeze. "No harm in getting you warmed up a little, though."

John laughed and couldn't resist another kiss. He was far too aroused to walk outdoors, and after they pulled back he grabbed Sherlock's hand and dragged him along to 221B. "Key," he ordered when they were standing in front of the door.

Sherlock fumbled for his keys, while at the same time trying to catch John's earlobe with his lips, a task that he wasn't quite up for handling one-handed. The keys dropped to the ground. "Oops."

"I really must be a bad influence, making you this clumsy," John said, but it came out more hoarsely than he had meant. He caught Sherlock's lips over his shoulder, before he bent down to pick up the keys.

Sherlock looked down at John and chuckled in a way that sounded almost menacingly. He placed a possessive hand on John's back, just above the waist. "Now this is definitely giving me ideas."

John rolled his eyes and rammed the key into the lock. "Get in," he said desperately.

Sherlock would have carried John up the stairs, had it not been for his arm. Instead he pushed him ahead with a firm hand planted on his back. Once in the flat, John pinned Sherlock against the wall and kissed him hungrily, his hands already working on his shirt and not leaving him time to notice the lack of printing sounds in the room.

Sherlock returned the kiss eagerly, as he twisted his shoulders, to get his coat and jacket off as quickly as possible.

As soon as he could, John smoothed his hands over the bare skin of Sherlock's chest, bending his head to lap at one of his nipples.

Sherlock leaned his head back and let out a shaky moan. His hand went to John's head, his fingers sliding through his hair.

John reached up and kissed his lips again, sliding his hands to Sherlock's hips. "Let's go to bed. I want you horizontal."

"You got it," Sherlock purred, as he pushed off the wall, grabbed John by the wrist and hauled him to the bedroom.

John eagerly rubbed one hand over Sherlock's clad groin, while his other fumbled with the button of his trousers.

Sherlock pushed him back a little. "Strip," he said, as he shrugged off his own shirt.

John nodded and obeyed, even though it cost him a lot of effort to not just latch his mouth onto Sherlock's body again.

Sherlock was watching John intently as he undid his own trousers and slid them off, along with his pants. "Oh god," he gasped. "I want you so badly. Right now."

"Please," John said, stepping forward again to kiss him desperately, his cock brushing against Sherlock's thigh.

Sherlock kissed John on the neck and then pushed him backwards towards the bed. "Turn around," he whispered in John's ear as he reached for the lube on the nightstand.

At this point, John wasn't interested in dignity and just did as Sherlock asked, hoping he would get on with it. "I need you," he breathed.

Sherlock placed his hand on John's back and gently but insistently pushed him forward, until his hands were resting on the bed. Then with only minimal fumbling he squeezed some lube into his hand, slicked his fingers and reached down, to tease John open.

John threw his head back and groaned. "More," he begged, still a little bit loose from the previous night. He wanted Sherlock, he wanted him in him, and he didn't have the patience for much preparation.

Sherlock smiled and pushed, letting his finger slide slowly all the way in. "I think you're ready." He pulled his finger out and quickly spread lube on his cock. He then paused a moment, resting his hand on John's hip looking down at him. John looked back at him, giving him a single nod. Sherlock let out a shaky sigh as he pushed into John, his fingers digging into his hip. John moaned and pushed back against him, steadying himself on his hands.

"Oh god I love you," Sherlock gasped as he pulled almost out and then pushed back in, a little faster and harder this time.

"You too," John groaned. "Take me. Don't hold back."

Sherlock didn't need to be told twice. He moved his hand to John's back, and started moving in long hard thrusts.

John fell forward on his elbows, whimpering with pleasure. "God, Sherlock..."

Sherlock groaned. He leaned over and moved his arm so it was around John's waist, pulling him into each thrust. John couldn't hold back his moans. Everything felt delicious, even the small amount of pain, and he wished he could touch his throbbing cock to finish himself.

It soon became too much for Sherlock and with a final increase of speed, he came hard, his whole body shaking. Then he pulled out and pushed John down on the bed. He flipped him over and quickly descended on him, taking his cock in his mouth. John hardly realized what was happening, still enjoying the intensity of Sherlock coming inside him, when he was already on his back. He groaned loudly and arched his back as he felt Sherlock's wet mouth on him, helplessly tangling his hands in the sheets. Sherlock sucked hard, as he began moving his head, completely caught up in the feeling and taste of John. John moaned and gently rocked his hips along with Sherlock's movements, feeling that he was getting close.

Sherlock hummed encouragingly, sliding his hand up John's thigh.

"Fuck! Sher-" John tried to warn, but then all he could do was moan loudly as his orgasm took over.

When John was finished, Sherlock crawled onto the bed and collapsed next to him. "Wow," he muttered.

John pulled him in his arms and kissed him. "Yeah," he agreed when he pulled back.

"Well," Sherlock said with a soft laugh. "That's one more to check off the list."

John laughed and snuggled into his neck. "I'll be glad when that damn cast is off. Although I wonder if this can get even better."

"Oh, I think it will," Sherlock said with a mischievous grin.

John smiled and kissed his neck. "I love you."

"I love you too," Sherlock said, running his fingers through John's hair.

John sighed happily, completely relaxed in the cuddle.