Warning: Boyxboy, NSFW
It was over 1pm and Sherlock was sitting cross legged on the sofa, waiting patiently.
At this time, John must have already been informed of it... He would have contacted him any minute.
Just as the detective eyed the wall clock, which stroke 1:02pm, the door to his flat swung open.
"You're two minutes late." he said, not looking at the intruder.
"What the actual fuck, Sherlock?" It was John. Yes, he'd definitely seen it.
The fun was about to begin.
"Well hello to you too, ex." He said nonchalantly, this time tilting up his face to look at a red-faced John.
"Sherlock, can you explain to me why the fuck you put this all over the screens at Piccadilly Circus?" the short man was downright furious. Sherlock was beginning to enjoy himself.
With a shaky hand, John showed his phone to Sherlock.
There was a video of John, on loop, of his eyes being crossed with a red X and there were words under his chin saying "I am the biggest asshole in London".
The tall man found it hard not to laugh.
"Well, isn't it true?" Sherlock snickered.
"I thought we had agreed not to contact each other until we were both better." John spat. "But you go and act like a bloody child and humiliate me in front of the whole city, and for what?"
Sherlock noticed that John's temple veins were expanding. Was it that easy to push his buttons?
"Because, John, a month after breaking up with me, you screwed a man that looks like me, but with a giraffic neck. A month. You said a bit of distance would be good, but I didn't think you meant fucking someone else would be in the picture." Sherlock said, calmly.
His apparent tranquility was enough to irritate John. How could he be sitting there, all smug, when he'd just committed a crime?
"Distance means a lot of things. And since we're not together in this moment, this means I can 'screw' whoever I want." John responded, still pretty angry. "And how did you know I had someone else?"
"Yeah but it's been a month! Not even thirty days ago you were doing me and now you exchange saliva and other bodily fluids with that... Vet." Sherlock stated. "And I know about it because I saw you, one night.
I was out looking for a case to solve - because I've been put on house arrest - and then I saw you eating that guy's face after you ate Mexican food. Oh and I, of course, know he's a vet because of his hands. He's used to handling snakes, I see. " he accentuated the word snake.
"Well, whatever you think of him doesn't matter, what matters is you should remove my face from all over the screens or I'm going to sue your ass, Sherlock bloody Holmes!" John said, fury in his face.
A smirk formed on Sherlock's face. John had basically put it on a silver platter.
With all the smugness in his blood, Sherlock said it.
"I thought you liked doing other things to my ass."
At that, John's mouth dropped open.
He was outraged.
"Yeah, I'm going to kick it!" he said in his best attempt at a comeback.
Then, he grabbed Sherlock by his shirt and threw him to the ground.
He ended up on top of him, straddling him.
The other man tried to push John away from himself, but the ex soldier was too strong for that to happen.
"You... Piece of shit!" And then the first blow came. It was a punch to Sherlock's face, but it was too light for it to actually hurt or to create damage.
Sherlock laughed silently.
"You think this is funny, uh? First, you try to kill yourself, then you do this childish shit? You really hate me, uh? Why are you always so selfish?"
And then the second blow, which was more of a slap, came.
Sherlock tried to get John away from him, but he wasn't trying hard enough. He wanted him there, because he had to vent out all his frustrations. He had to realise that he had made the biggest mistake of his life when he'd decided to break up with him.
"Well you're the one who hates me if you let me take all those pills and then you fuck around with other people." the black haired man responded.
"We are not together now, get it in your head!" John roared, ignoring the comment about the pills.
"Yet you're on top of me in our house now." said Sherlock.
John thought a while before he acted next. All the anger that had built up inside him for over a month, the things Sherlock was doing to get his attention... That man was really a disgrace and he knew that, but he also knew that he was the best thing to have ever happened to him.
He didn't want to hurt him anymore, it would have hurt himself more.
While he was thinking, he was breathing heavily, still on top of the taller man, who was also breathing in an unsteady pattern, because of the struggle.
Sherlock's eyes had never looked so beautiful before. They were so cerulean in that moment, with a bit of gold in the middle. Why did he have to be so attractive, other than being an insufferable git all the time?
The two men stared at each other for what felt like hours, then John just couldn't resist.
With all the rage in his body, he kissed Sherlock ferociously.
It wasn't one of their usual sweet kisses, it was just lust-filled, angry and with enough force for their lips to hurt.
It was like an avalanche had hit them both with a freezing, yet burning passion that they couldn't avoid.
It was then and there that John realised just how much he'd missed that, how much he'd missed Sherlock, those moments of pure fire that Oliver that couldn't give to him, and that need that only the detective beneath him could satisfy.
To him, all of that was magical. Although it was unlike any other kiss they'd shared, it still made him feel amazing, and his mind was getting fuzzy with desire.
Sherlock responded to the kiss just as fiercely, after his body got over the initial surprise.
That was when he felt it again, the drug that John was, more addictive than heroine.
And he'd missed it so much.
John's tongue begged for entrance, so he let it in his mouth and embraced every second of pleasure that it produced.
Both men completely lost control of their bodies as their tongues collided together, feeling like they were two volcanos ready to explode and end up covered in scolding lava.
Sherlock's hands roamed through John's torso, desperately trying to pull him closer to himself.
"Oh, John." Sherlock breathed as he gasped for air.
"I'm not having sex with you." John said in between kisses.
"Uh uh." said Sherlock, although he knew his power on John was too irresistible for him to stop.
"I said I'm not doing that, I have a boyfriend." John repeated, as soon as he started unbuttoning the other man's shirt.
"Then leave." said Sherlock, keeping eye contact with him.
"I wish I could." John whimpered in response.
That he was. One of the reasons why he had broken up with Sherlock was that he just couldn't resist him. There was no way he could keep his hands off him, sometimes it was dangerous because the urge to touch him would often come in public places.
Sherlock attacked John's lips once again, this time while ripping his shirt open and then removing it.
John broke the kiss only to place his mouth on Sherlock's neck, eliciting a soft moan from the younger man.
Slowly, he started lowering his kisses until he reached the hem of Sherlock's pants. He curled his fingers around it and pulled them down, then doing the same with the boxers.
His lips were now on Sherlock's lower stomach, still not going down on the zone, just because he liked watching him suffer.
Sherlock's breath was becoming shaky and his need to be touched rose.
He looked down at John, his legs tensing with anticipation, his hands finding their way into John's hair.
Sherlock had to use all of his self control to prevent himself from violently pushing his lover's head to where he wanted it to be.
Without a warning, John put his mouth just where he knew would drive Sherlock insane, so he took him in his mouth.
Sherlock was trying to compose himself, so he only made a soft sound of pleasure.
He bit his lips, trying to keep himself from screaming John's name and letting everyone outside know about what they were doing.
Despite Sherlock's attempts to mask his ecstasy, John could tell just how much he liked it because his whole body was trembling.
John smirked from his position.
He expertly took hold of the part of Sherlock's member that he couldn't fit into his mouth and began stroking.
Then, he swirled his tongue around its head, before going back to sucking it.
That made Sherlock's eyes close and his back arch with intense pleasure.
But the detective didn't want to come just yet and John got the memo.
He let go of Sherlock's member and pulled himself back up to reach his eye level again.
Sherlock opened his eyes again and, with an almost desperate plea, he begged John to take him.
"I need you to be inside me." he breathed, trembling with want.
John nodded and, feeling completely euphoric, he instructed Sherlock to turn over, so that he would lay stomach flat on the carpet floor.
With his aid, Sherlock was able to do so.
Being presented with that view was almost enough to drive John insane.
He hadn't seen it a long while, yet it felt like he'd only seen it hours before, for it was so familiar.
Sherlock's porcelain white buttocks reminded John of Michelangelo's David.
Before getting on with the next step, he grabbed Sherlock's head by the hair and pulled him into another, more passionate kiss.
None of them could wait much longer before going crazy.
After that John did what Sherlock liked best, so he slid a finger inside him.
Sherlock hissed at the intrusion.
With a swift movement of his hand, he took a small bottle of lube from under the sofa, just where the couple would keep it hidden.
He then passed it to John, who applied it to the tender hole.
They went in for a second kiss. Now, it was slower than before, more relaxed, but still filled with the undying desire they felt for one another.
"Just do it." Sherlock said, his voice raw and pleading. "I need you to fuck me."
John obeyed his lover's half order.
After he made sure he had stretched out Sherlock's hole, he removed his hand and slowly slid his member into the hot, slimy cavern.
It was impossible for Sherlock to suppress a scream, now.
"Aah, John!" he said.
John then began to move, starting at a slow pace.
His thrusts hit Sherlock's spots and made him fall apart right under his grip.
John felt so powerful as he took in the familiar pleasure and tried his best not to explode inside him only in a few minutes.
His mouth emitted soft grunts, noises of effort and of struggle to control himself.
The man beneath him was completely his again. He was controlling every single move of his and was throwing him into an endless ride of delight.
He continued to moan, at a regular interval of time.
It was Sherlock's noises of pure ecstasy that made John enjoy the experience even more.
It was like a relaxing music to his ears.
Suddenly Sherlock's body shook violently as he burst into his climax.
He came screaming John's name loudly.
Then, John was ready to have his release inside of his lover.
As he collapsed on top of the curly haired man, his eyes half closed and his body spent, John realised he'd made a mistake.
He'd just cheated on Oliver.
John left 221 Baker Street at around 5 in the afternoon. He was tired, to say the least - more exquisitely exhausted from the intimacy he'd shared with his lost lover.
As good as he'd felt during that important moment, he was still willing to respect his decision, now more that ever.
This had just been a bump in the road and he would have never fallen for Sherlock's mind tricks again, but his attraction to him was dangerous, so he needed to keep himself strict and not give into the game again.
He was going to keep his mind out of it.
It was hard, though, to lie to Oliver, once he got to his house that evening.
Oliver, of course, knew about John's face being all over the streets of London.
"What was that all about?" Oliver asked, right after greeting John, referring to that video.
John shook his head in response, then he sighed, "It was my ex. He promised he'll remove it."
Oliver scoffed. "Jesus, what did you ever do to deserve such treatment?" he asked, confused.
The John he knew was certainly not deserving of being humiliated in such manner, but the real John, well... Debatable.
He just raised his shoulders.
"I don't really know." he said.
But the truth was, Sherlock had done it to lure him to come visit him and end up making love to him on the spot.
Damn, Sherlock.