Ok, so, uh… Initially I wanted to write smut about Watson coming home totally drunk and waking up with buttache of origin known only to the reader.
But then I thought, he is such a cute precious baby. I couldn´t do this to him! T w T
What later came to my mind was a intense OOC threesome smut on Miss Hudson´s dirty fantasies. xD It would be interesting if she had such a secret side, hurhurhur.
But nay.
Let´s write something cute.
And spicy.
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It was a winter evening. Curtains on second floor 221B closed. Inside, in a dark room only lit by fireplace, a man crouched in front of the dancing flames.
- How calming - he thought, listening to crackling sounds.
Suddenly, he heard a noise from downstairs followed by loud steps on the staircase.
- Sherlock! What happened? - John shouted as he saw his roommate bleeding from upper arm.
- Miss Hudson had a glorious idea to teach me how to cook. - the dark-haired grunted.
The brown-eyed man was confused and curious what exactly happened but decided against asking any farther questions. A few minutes later he was bandaging his friend´s arm at the fireplace.
- Why won´t you light a lamp?
- My sight is excellent and I worked in worse conditions. Here, done.
- Thanks, John. – the dark-eyed man smiled and looked at the flames.
- It´s first time I see this thing work. It´s not so cold, why did you light it?
- Reminds me of nice memories.
- An adventure? - the brunette asked with a impish grin.
- Childhood. - John replied with a nostalgic smile, the glow from the flame illuminating his face.
- Oh.
They sat there in silence. To the medic it felt like awkward silence. He looked at the floor, at his dark shadow.
This naughty grin was disturbing. Adventure? What exactly did Sherlock think about him? - the blonde wondered, feeling a slight bit of irritation. He still felt his friend´s stare on him.
He turned to his roommate, wanting to confront him, but as soon as he opened his mouth, the black-haired grunted in surprise and averted his eyes.
- What was that again? Sherlock, are you alright? - the young doctor asked, concerned about the groan and unusual reaction. And he could have sworn the man was looking at his lips seconds before.
- Yeah.
- What happened?
- Nothing.
- You reacted in a sudden manner at nothing but my stare. I demand your reply. - He insisted.
- Oh, forget it.
They sat in silence for a moment.
- If I tell you - the black-haired began in low voice - If I tell you, I fear I will lose your friendship.
- I adore you, Sherlock. You are the smartest and most amazing person I have ever met. I have no idea what could ruin our fr-
- Have you ever kissed a man?
- ... What? - John startled, as if the question consisted of words he did not understand. - I...
- Nevermind. Forget it.
- Isn´t it... - the blonde gulped and started the question in a lower voice - Isn´t it a crime?
- It is. - Sherlock sighed with displeasure. - Same-sex activity is legal in France, but here British law calls this sodomy and punishes it with prison and hard labour. Well, a few years ago it was death punishment, so I guess this primitive country is slowly making progress.
- What a horrible kind of law. Everyone should have a free choice to... - John didn´t finish the sentence, noticing his friend´s bored expression. He wanted his answer, not talking politics.
- I haven´t. But... I wouldn´t mind if you kissed me...? - the confession turned into question, as the blonde observed his roommate getting up and directing his steps towards the door. He watched him reaching for the keys, locking the entry to their living room and walking back smiling.
- Just in case Miss Hudson wanted to see how is my arm. I would be surprised but you never know. - he chuckled. - Well... - Sherlock grinned nonchalantly, kneeing beside his roommate. He cupped John´s cheek with one hand and kissed him softly.
A moment later, the medic watched as Holmes distanced his face from his. - He´s examining my expression - he thought, and observed an enquiring look turning into a mysterious smile.
Without a word, the black-haired man continued caressing his partner with his lips, his kisses becoming more and more passionate, his tongue wandering inside John´s mouth. Suddenly, Watson withdrew from him, desperately gasping for air. The young detective watched him with a self-confident smirk and, as soon as the blonde started breathing normally, caressed his neck.
- Shall I continue?
- Y... Yes.
Why something this amazing must be considered a crime in this country? - John wondered, enjoying little kisses spreading all over his face. He didn´t feel repelled at the thought of physical contact with his roommate. He was curious, and doing something against the law but not against his beliefs was giving him a huge dosis of adrenaline.
He gasped quietly as he felt his partner kissing and sucking on his jawline.
- Are you alright with this?
- Yes.
- Good. - he whispered into his ear, nibbled softly his earlobe inch by inch, and licked behind John´s ear, making tingles run down his spine. The blonde moaned in pleasure and felt being slowly pushed against the floor. Laying down, he registered his roommate untying the mustard silk puff tie and upper bottons of his shirt, revealing his neck.
Watson gasped at the sensation of sucking and licking against his Adam's apple. He felt Sherlock´s tongue wandering towards his suprasternal notch and brushing his lips against John´s clavicles.
The detective was embracing his roommate with one hand, the other hand slowly continued unbuttoning the olive vest and white shirt.
- Do you want me to stop? - he asked, holding John´s waist, making circular moves with his thumbs on the blonde´s stomach.
- No, no, please - medic gasped - please continue.
- You´re enjoying this more than I expected – the black-haired man smiled slyly, opened his partner´s shirt and began caressing his nipples with his mouth.
John´s body arched in excitement as he felt a bite on his nipple. He moaned loudly and gagged himself immediately with his hand.
- Don´t wake the neighbours. - Holmes murmured mockingly, and glided his lips and tongue against his roommate´s chest and sternum, kissed around and on the medic´s navel and moved downwards, stroking his palm right above Watson´s buttocks, the other hand firmly holding his inner thigh.
The blonde closed his eyes. He could feel Sherlock´s soft lip on his skin, guessing the other lip was touching the fabric on his pants.
What does he intend? - he wondered, feeling a bizarre mix of excitement, lust and confusion that he never knew before. - Will he unzip my pants and start kissing my intimate area or will he... - he gulped, his eyes still closed shut - Will he take me?
John waited zealously and anxiously, but realised that he hadn´t registered any touch on his body for a while. Feeling a mix of confusion and disappointment, he opened his eyes, only to see Sherlock looking at him with a sly smile, cheek resting on his palm.
- Are you waiting for something?
- N... No. - he lied to the detective´s face, blushing wildly.
- Very well then. Good night, John. - the black-haired murmured, leaving a tender kiss on Watson´s lips. Before the blonde could answer, he got up and headed towards his room.
- Good night - he mumbled, watching the door close.
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Amazing intellect, childlike enthusiasm, nonchalant attitude. Porcelain skin, long legs, slender frame. His soft lips, warm breath, palm holding firmly his inner thigh as he kissed his sternum.
John couldn´t sleep, following in his head the evening´s events over and over again, questioning his sexuality.