Title: Of Rats and Men
Chapter: Countdown
Place: London
Characters: John Watson; Sherlock Holmes
Warnings: nothing...probably..
"I always win." Sherlock said seriously, straightening up. "Going to feed my pets. Make a tea?" he asked, giving John as smile. He wanted to spend as much time with the older as possible. For the last time. He just didn't know how, just yet. Watch a movie? Go for a walk?
"Sure. Just need a second." John smiled, closing his eyes gently, his world still spinning. After a minute he got up and went to the kettle, filling it with water and boiling it.
Sherlock sat down with his legs crossed, reaching to get his two remaining rats out of the cage. He set them both on his lap, gazing at them sadly. He missed the third. He had gotten quite used to them. Careful not to get bitten, he fed them small pieces of meat, grinning when he watched their tiny teeth work on it.
John poured the hot water into the mugs, stirring the tea bag round and then moved to the fridge, getting the milk and putting the appropriate amount into the drink, stirring once more. He smiled gently, looking around at the experiments in the room with a slight fondeness. He'd miss it. He hadn't been here long at all but it already felt like home. More so than the university.
"So what are we going to do?" Sherlock bounced back into the kitchen, one of the rats comfortably sitting in his hair. He grinned at John, resisting the urge to just snuggle into the older.
"Right now? Drink tea." John grinned, looking at the rats in the other's hair; it was completley bizarre. The rats that could easily kill a grown man with one bite were just resting away in Sherlock's curls. He did look absolutley brilliant with that smile. He couldn't go near him with those bloody rodents however. "I don't know what else after. Any ideas? Last night on Earth, what would you do?" John asked, moving into the living room and placing the mugs down.
"Last day on Earth? Kill Anderson." Sherlock shrugged and padded after John, sitting down onto the couch. "To be honest, though, I don't really care." he added, as long as it's with you. He didn't say the second part out loud, only reached to get his tea, craddling the mug in his palms.
John laughed at Sherlock's answer and sat next to him, smiling gently. "Good choice. If we were all gonna die anyway you might as well get the satisfaction of killing Anderson yourself." Great. Now /he/ sounded like the psychopath. He took a sip of the hot tea and sighed happily.
"Not sure if I would." he shrugged again, taking a sip of the slowly cooling tea. It was blissfully delicious. "I still want the only person I kill to be Jim." Sherlock murmured thoughtfully. He wondered if he will still think that way in few days; Lestrade had said something. He had said that 'John made him a better person', so wouldn't forgetting John make him be the same person as before? Cold. Heartless. Cruel.
"I'll bloody well kill him. He's the most annoying twat I've ever met. Excluding my sister of course." John rolled his eyes, relaxing backwards into the sofa.
"Go for it." the younger mumbled a bit absently, lost in his thoughts as he stared into the mug. The tea was still warm enough to feel pleasant against his palms, and creating fascinating pictures when Sherlock's fingers shook. Oh, that was right. Cold turkey. But he hadn't wanted to be intoxicated today. Not with John being in the flat for the last time.
"You alright..?" John asked, resting his head gently on Sherlock's shoulder. The younger had more warmth than the tea could ever have, despite his apparent coldness.
"Perfectly all right." Sherlock turned to give him a grin, leaning his own head against the top of John's. That was comfortable. Mostly due to the fact that he liked being close to him.
John laughed softly, grinning. "Good good." He put his hand on Sherlock's thigh, drawing shapes with his finger. "Tea good?"
The younger shivered at the light touch. "Tea brilliant." he answered truthfully, taking a huge gulp as if to prove it. "You make the best tea ever. And coffee. And pancakes. Though I can't say the same about cakes."
"At least I can do something right. Could lay a trap for your brother with one of my cakes. I must have put in too much salt." He laughed again, smiling. "Glad you like the tea. Careful not to burn yourself.."
"It's almost cold. I am not getting burnt by cold tea, John." Sherlock rolled his eyes, but couldn't quite help that he was smiling stupidly from ear to ear. John just had that effect on him.
"Mine's still hot. I just must be special." John laughed, closing his eyes happily. "So special I can't make cake."
"Well, you are hot yourself. It's only fair." the younger smirked, poking the man's side. "You burnt it. We could have sent it to Jim. That would be oddly apropos."
"Well, that I can't deny." He ran a hand through his blonde hair with mock vanity, grinning. "You're not too shabby yourself. I'm sure Jim would have bloody eaten it too. The weirdo."
"That reminds me.." Sherlock muttered and reached into his jeans, fishing out his cellphone. He quickly tapped a message to Jim, giving John an apologetic grin.
Heard a quote; made me think of you. Want to hear it? :) -SH
John looked at the phone curiously but smiled, drawing a smiley face on Sherlock's thigh with his finger absently.
Oh, do tell xx;) -OB
'You would think that killing people would make them like you; but it doesn't. It just makes them death'. -SH
Sherlock smirked as he sent that, wondering what would Jim have to say. He pocketed the cellphone, though, deciding that it could wait, and raised his eyes to look at John. "So what do you want to do?"
John sipped his tea, placing it down onto the side before answering. "I haven't a clue. Last night with the most brilliant man on the planet..What to do?" He tapped his chin, thinking.
"I see you managed to summarize my dilemma quite nicely." Sherlock grinned brightly up at John. "We had a date, I gave you a blow; the only cliché left is watching a movie. Want to watch a movie?"
John laughed, resting his head into Sherlock's chest. "Sure. Why not? Might as well.." He tapped Sherlock's nose playfully, smiling. "Got any movies?"
"Probably not." he shrugged. "But I do have internet connection. Anything you want to watch?"
"Not in particular. How about you? Any suggestions?" John smiled, cuddling up to Sherlock.
"Wouldn't watch it anyway." the younger sighed, keeping his eyes closed as he enjoyed John's closeness. He breathed in his scent, letting it calm him.
John put his arms around Sherlock's torso and rested his head more comfortably against the other and closed his eyes. "You're so warm.."
Sherlock hummed thoughtfully, from his point John felt almost burning warm against him. Not that he was complaining, no. He yawned and leaned against the back of the couch, closing his eyes.
"Don't fall asleep now." John muttered, feeling tired himself. "Movie. Needs picking. Nothing depressing or morbid or cheesey or medical or murder related." He tried to think but just felt intoxicated by the other's scent.
"Or we can just skip the movie and shag. Then sleep. Then you leave." Sherlock mumbled sleepily, refusing to open his eyes just yet. "Don't want to see movie. Movies are stupid. Movies have happy-ends and happy-ends are ridiculous."
"Not all movies have happy endings. Sweeney Todd, Romeo and Juliet." John smiled gently. "I don't mind whatever we do, as long as I'm with you."
"You are being cheesy, John." Sherlock pointed out, hiding the fact that he had thought exactly the same only few minutes ago. He grinned. "So you want to watch a movie with sad ending? Should I go buy chocolate?"
"Mm." John hummed in agreement. "The saddest. I like sad movies. Makes me realise how little my problems seem." He smiled, taking the other's hand in his own. "I'm very cheesy"
"Not sure if I know any really sad one." Sherlock shrugged. His fingers danced over the warm skin of John's hand, keeping his eyes closed in content. "Keep being cheesy. It's fun."
"Titanic...? I guess it's not really sad.." At the thought of another film, John laughed. "Not Brokeback Mountain." Ironic. 'I wish I could quit you.' John opened his eyes to look up gently at the other. 'True enough.' "I don't know very many sad movies. There's that one about the dead dog but I don't find it sad. Of Mice and Men is sad at the end.." He tried to think but just seemed distracted by Sherlock.
"Just pick something up, I don't really care." Sherlock waved it off. Right now, he felt as if his whole life was a huge joke, sad from morning to the next one. No reason in adding salt into the wounds. "Definitely not Brokeback Mountain." he added, just to be sure.
"Dracula." John said, smiling and deciding. "The old one." He snuggled up close to him. "Jim played Van Helsing in a drama preformance once." John yawned slightly, running his finger up the other's arm. "Chocolate would be good. Soppy. Like me." He laughed softly. "You're kinda soppy."
"I still have the chocolate I bought when I thought Richard will die." the younger shrugged. "Hope you don't mind it's a bit.. melted.. and then melted again." he hopped down from the sofa and padded into the bedroom, quickly searching for the bar. He found it in a pocket of his black jeans, handing it over to John when he returned to the living room.
"Thanks." He smiled appreciativley but set it on the side. "I'm not particularly hungry but y'know , just being cheesy." John laughed gently, taking Sherlock's hand and tugged him back to the sofa with him, bringing his lips to the other's for a kiss.
Sherlock happily slid flush next to him and sneaked his arms around John's neck. He parted his lips into the kiss, humming in content when he felt John so close to him. That was honestly bliss. He would miss the way John's body seemed to fit next to him, so perfect, so warm. The younger sighed over John's lips.
John ran his hand through Sherlock's hair gently, each finger lacing through a curl. His other hand went to Sherlock's chest, John loved the way he could feel the other's heart pound away under the layers of shirt and skin. He smiled into the kiss, enjoying Sherlock's hidden warmth.
The younger felt his heart start up a faster pace, just from feeling John place his hand over it. He felt his oxygen getting a bit low, making him lightheaded, but refused to pull away just yet. He only tightened his arms around the man's neck, bringing him closer as much as that was still possible.
John's smile widened at the quickening of Sherlock's heartbeat, reminding him that they were both there and both very much alive. He could practically feel it against his own body, being so close to Sherlock. John was the one to break the kiss for a small breath of air, feeling as if he was going to faint otherwise. He quickly returned his lips to Sherlock's, missing him immediately.
Sherlock gasped for breath as well in the short moment, eyes widening in pleasant surprise when John pressed back to him almost instantly. Oh John was fun. Sherlock pressed his own palm over John's heart as well, nails dragging over the man's chest.
John shivered at the feeling of Sherlock's nails, kissing him more greedily and desperately. He moved his hand from Sherlock's hair and started to palm his crotch instead. He pulled his lips away again to breathe, returning them once more. He was just so intoxicated by the other it was unreal, like he was on a drug.
The younger couldn't help the silent moan from escaping his mouth as he felt a tremble run trough his spine. He arched his back, desperate for more contact; it had been hell to watch John come undone so brilliant, so delicious, without getting anything himself.
John pulled away from the kiss, panting for air as he moved his hands off Sherlock to undo his trousers, hands fumbling from the adrenaline. He slid the trousers down, moving down with them, running kisses on Sherlock's clothed half hard-on with a smile. He wanted nothing more than to tease Sherlock even more than what he had done.
Sherlock whimpered, clutching his fingers into John's hair almost painfully. "John.." he whined, eyes almost closed as he tried to calm down at least a bit. His breath was almost pathetically hurried already, skin of his face flushed.
John laughed softly, nuzzling his nose against the other's hidden member still before taking it in his hand without touching the flesh. "Yes Sherlock..?" John asked playfully, looking up at the flushed man.
"Can we maybe relocate a bit?" he raised his eyes to look up at John hopefully, tugging at the man's arm. Sherlock moved John's hand away from his crotch, needing to be able to think at least a bit clearly.
"Hmm? But I'm fine right here. I just started to get comfortable." John grinned up at him, moving his hand back to it's place.
"You are going to leave sooner or later anyway." Sherlock commented rudely, giving the man a glare.
"Someone's touchy." John grinned, kissing Sherlock's lips once more before moving away, taking the younger's hand to help him up. He wrapped his arms around Sherlock's waist, kissing him desperately as he pulled them in the direction of the bedroom, wanting to be as close to the other as possible.
Sherlock leaned heavily into the older, letting himself be tugged as he moved his lips against John's. He pulled his trousers back on, though, as not to stumble and fall down.
John pushed himself against the other, grinding his hips slightly against Sherlock's as they got into the bedroom, pushing him down onto the bed and straddled him, running kisses down Sherlock's neck, undoing his shirt.
"Much better." Sherlock smirked smugly, bucking his hips up to brush against John's groin. He raised his arms to get a hold of the headboard, back arching from the covers at the position.
John let out a small gasp at the contact with his groin, pulling Sherlock up a bit to get the man's shirt off and simply pulled his own off and over his head, pinning him back down and kissing him strongly, running his hands down Sherlock's flushed chest before stopping at his trouser line and quickly removed the offending clothing. He grinded against the other with a slight moan, kissing him again.
Sherlock tightened his fingers around the headboard. He wondered if John would agree to play a bit, but wasn't in his right wits to ask. He screwed his eyes shut and bucked his hips up as much as he could, his mind dazed with the suppressed energy that was running trough him.
He moved his hands to Sherlock's chest again, drawing patterns on his flushed skin with the tips of his fingers. John wasn't going to rush this at all. He pressed his lips to Sherlock's neck, "Definitely much better.." He hummed.
"Can I have a last wish?" Sherlock titled his head to look up at John, grinning softly. He arched his chest again, the fleeting touch of John's fingers almost tickling.
"I don't see why not.." John smiled, looking at him with a gentle laugh. "Your wish is my command." He ran a hand through the other's hair gently.
Sherlock smirked wickedly, nodding his head towards the drawers next to the bed, "There should be handcuffs in." he said simply, looking up at John hopefully.
"Handcuffs?" John smiled widely, laughing. "Alright." He went into the drawer and pulled out the handcuffs, taking them into his hands. "You want me to cuff you to the bed? You've got a key in the drawer too, right?"
"Might be there somewhere." Sherlock shrugged. "I can get out of those in about two seconds. It's boring." he complained half-heartedly. "Stole those from a police-guy, before you ask."
"Why d'you steal them?" He asked as he handcuffed Sherlock's wrists to the headboard. "You really are as submissive as you can be." John laughed, kissing him.
"That guy was annoying." Sherlock shrugged. "And he didn't even notice when I did so." he smirked, tryingly pulling at the cuffs by a habit. Not that he wanted to get out, of course. "Being submissive gives me to complete and utter attention of the other person. Of course I like it."
John laughed, running the kisses down Sherlock's chest. "Understandable." He commented, removing the other's underwear.
"Which part?" he asked cheekily, raising a bit on his feet to help John tug his pants down. Sherlock kept his eyes closed, enjoying that when not using his sight, his skin was more sensitive to John's fingers and lips.
John ran his fingers lightly along the man's thigh before loosely clutching the base of Sherlock's shaft before running his tounge shyly around the tip. He was glad Sherlock had his eyes closed as he could feel his cheeks burning.
Sherlock shivered at the almost teasing touch, forcing himself to stay relaxed, though. "You.. you didn't answer my question, though.." he said silently, smile ghosting over his lips.
"On both accounts." John smiled, laughing slightly before taking him into his mouth. He wasn't quite sure but copied the actions that made him go crazy before, moving down and taking him as far as he could, running his fingers up his thigh still.
The younger let out a breathy moan, arching his back from the bed. "Careful.. it's very easy.. to hurt yourself like this.." he muttered silently, tightening his fingers around the cuffs to stay at least a bit composed, as not to thrust up into the man's mouth.
"I'll be ok. It's you who should be careful." He laughed gently when he had come back up. John repeated the actions with a smile. He could feel the throbbing heat between his lips and it felt amazing.
"There's something.. called.. gagging reflex.. John." the younger rolled his eyes. He forced himself to open his eyes and look down at the older, pupils dilating at the sight.
"I'm aware, Sherlock. But as I found out when I was younger..Very hard to happen." John smiled, closing his eyes and taking him again, deeper than before. Having Sherlock's eyes on him however made him blush more.
"Wouldn't think you to be someone who tried before.." Sherlock muttered silently, finding it quite difficult not to moan. He curled his fingers around the cold steel, biting onto his lower lip.
"Being emos..me and Rich thought it'd be cool to be bulimic. I couldn't." He laughed gently and took Sherlock to the base with a smirk, humming to send vibrations upwards.
The younger muffled a half-scream by biting into his skin again, tasting blood on his tongue. "You.. you are.. brilliant.." he managed to pant up, tossing on the bed under John's ministration.
John just loved Sherlock's reaction, it was the most arousing thing he had ever seen. He grazed his teeth gently against his shaft on the way up but slammed back to the base again, repeating that action with a gentle moan.
Sherlock cried out again, feeling his mind shutting down at the sensation of utter warmth and bliss coursing trough him. He swallowed nervously, raising a bit to look down at John, "..Enough.." he breathed trough his pants, "Don't want.. it to.. end just yet.."
John looked up at him and took his mouth away, wiping off the saliva from the side of his mouth with the back of his hand. His erection was painful against his trousers so he quickly took them off along with his underwear and sighed gratefully at the newfound freedom. "Have you got lubricant..?" He asked, catching his breath a bit still.
"In the drawer." Sherlock instructed, grinning in anticipation as he watched the older get rid of his trousers. He liked John without his clothes. The man was hot. He remained laying on the bed, eyes following John, quite relieved that he was able to think clearly once again.
"Should have seen this before." He laughed slightly, picking up the small bottle. John opened the lid and tilted the cool liquid onto his palm, coating his erection and gave a gentle sigh from the coolness. He put it onto his fingers and entered one carefully into Sherlock, moving the finger around to make sure the initial entry wouldn't be too painful. Last thing he wanted was Sherlock in more pain than before.
Sherlock sighed, breath hitching in his throat at the teasingly light touch. "You do realize.." he murmured, eyes closed once again, "That we already had sex twice, so you being careful about it now is quite ridiculous?" he raised his eyebrows in amusement, but had to admit that it was quite endearing of John.
"I know.." John smiled, "It's quite ridiculous. But I wanna make this drag out for as long as possible." He entered a second lube-coated finger, moving both around. "Besides, I like to see you squirm." He laughed softly.
"Making a good job on that one." Sherlock chuckled silently, raising his hips lightly in desperate move to get more of the contact. "Though right now.. I would quite like it.. if you hurried the fuck up."
"Alright then." He laughed, removing his fingers. John didn't think he could fight the urge anyways. He shifted his position and entered him, a groan escaping his lips immediatley. Third time but he knew he could never get used to such an amazing tight feeling. Completely different to a girl, Sherlock's body just seemed to want to reject the intrusion which made it even more so amazing.
"Much.. better." Sherlock moaned, back arching from the bed. He raised his long legs and circled those around John's middle, trying to urge the older to move closer, deeper. He closed his eyes, letting out a sound similar to a mewl as sparks of pleasure shook trough him.
With a breathy groan, John entered him fully. The feeling was extroridinary but his body demanded more and he grinded his hips against the other's at first before starting moving. He held onto Sherlock's shoulders, his arms shaking.
Sherlock hummed in agreement at the action, raising his hips to offer John a better angle. He tugged helplessly at his bounds, the feeling of being at John's mercy doing nothing to calm him as he moaned, tossing on the bed.
John's eyes flickered at the handcuff's, grinning as he let out a half-laugh half-moan as he began to thrust harder but not faster. Last time he had rushed everything in a desperate attempt for friction but now he wanted to remember every feeling, every last movement. Like a smoker with their last cigarette before going cold-turkey. He kissed the other strongly, feeling completely drunk on Sherlock.
The younger pressed up back against him with the same force, desperate to feel John against him. He thrust his hips against every John's move, eyes almost rolling into the back of his head at the sensation. Sherlock parted his lips, moaning into their shared breath, deliciously aware of every move John made.
He immediatley picked up the pace, kissing him as desperatley and as hungrily as a starving man was for his next meal. When John felt the other move vertically up and down his shaft on his own accord he moaned, thrusting up when the younger came down. The pleasure he felt was intense, nearly unbearable. John could feel Sherlock's heavy breath against his own whenever he happened to pull away to breathe, which only drove him crazier. He knew he was close when his body went on auto-pilot, slamming hard into the other.
Sherlock stopped trying to be silent, crying desperately out every time he felt John slam into him, trigger the pleasure somewhere deep inside of his body. He tried keeping his eyes open, wanting to see the older, but couldn't. He arched his back from the bed, the cuffs cutting into the flesh of his wrists, creating the delicious mixture of burning pain and sparkling pleasure. "Please.." he breathed throatily, feeling himself almost there, just a bit more.
He held tightly onto Sherlock's hips, his hands shaking as he threw his head back. Removing one hand, he started to jerk the other off strongly in time with the thrusts. "Oh god.." He groaned, feeling so close. It wasn't long at all before he came loud and hard. His whole body shook from the intense release as he collapsed ontop of the other, his searched for breath, feeling his legs completely numb.
The younger came just a second after him, his whole mind covered with white mist. He awakened from the daze when sharp pain shot trough him and blinked owlishly to try and find the source. Sherlock chuckled lightly when he did, nudging John with his knee to get the older to move down next to him, instead of pressing his weigh onto the bandaged bullet wound on his side.
When he could think straight again, John opened his eyes. He smiled widely at the other, withdrawing from him and moved to the side, lying next to him. He brought his lips to Sherlock's flushed forehead and kissed him gently. "Want..want me to undo the handcuffs..?" He asked, catching his breath still with a gentle laugh. All he could feel was a glowing warmth of content.
"Don't really care." Sherlock smiled, closing his eyes again. "Just don't lay on me. Not very comfortable right now." he said lazily, his smile only widening. "And I would very much like for you to kiss me." he mused outwardly, keeping flush against the older even with his arms raised above his head.
"Mm." John hummed in agreement. "Lucky for you, I want the same thing." His voice rich with a smile as he kissed the other, not a strongly as before but with the same - if not more - meaning. He ran his finger down Sherlock's flushed chest before pulling away to get the key and undo Sherlock's bonds. "And I would very much like a cuddle right now. I know, cheesey." He laughed softly, freeing the other's arms and set the cuffs and key on the side. John kissed him again, making sure not to lean too close to his shoulder before putting his arms around the other's torso, feeling the other's pulse through the flushed skin. Very much alive.
Sherlock hummed in agreement, pressing against John as much as he could without hurting himself. He relaxed in the man's arms, his own resting lightly on John's side and second in between their bodies. "I believe that is the best idea you have had in quite a while." he grinned widely, feeling John's chest move against him with every breath he took.
"I'm full of good ideas. I'm the ideas guy. Well, sometimes." John grinned, resting his head against the other's. He took the time just to look at Sherlock's practically beautiful features before kissing him and closing his eyes. All the energy had been drained out from him yet he knew if he slept now, morning would come sooner and so would leaving. He yawned gently after trying to surpress it.
"Sleep." Sherlock advised, reaching his hand from John's side to run his fingers trough John's hair. He massaged the man's scalp, trying to soothe him into dreams as he himself yawned silently.
John sighed happily, looking at him with a smile before shutting his eyes. Not having to be told twice, he curled up closer to the other. "I love you.." he breathed, taking his hand in his own before drifting off quickly to sleep, Sherlock's breathing acting as a soothing metronome.
"And I you.." the younger sighed sadly, watching their entwined hands. For the last time. He moved his eyes back up to John's face, studying the subtle lines under the man's eyes. For the last time. Sherlock forced his eyes shut, trapping any tears that would want to escape onto his cheeks, and drifted off to sleep as well.