Author Notes: As promised the second chapter of this story. It contains smut so if that's not your cup of tea don't read it.

Everyone else, enjoy! =)

The Consequences

"This was bloody brilliant, Sherlock."

John grinned up at his friend as he kicked off his boots when they finally stumbled into the flat. They had tried to find a serial killer for three days until Sherlock had figured out that not everything was as it had seemed.

"Please John," Sherlock rolled his eyes in mock annoyance although it became apparent by his satisfied expression that the praise was more than welcome. "A jealous husband who kills his wife and her lover and then makes it look like a serial killer is going around dismembering women. He had easy access to the body parts at the morgue he worked at and putting them in places where they would be found by someone was also child's play. If the staff at the morgue had been as competent as Molly then they would have noticed the missing body parts long ago." Sherlock shook his head in disappointment as he threw his coat over his armchair and wandered into the kitchen. "All in all the case was boring and if it hadn't been for one tiny part I would delete it right away."

There was a sudden gleam in Sherlock's eyes as he spoke the last words and John smirked slightly as he followed his friend into the kitchen. "You mean the part when I tackled our suspect to the ground and twisted his arm until he screamed?"

"Exactly," John followed the movement of Sherlock's tongue as it darted out to wet plush lips. "It was very... exciting to watch."

John couldn't say who moved first after this statement but it didn't matter as he finally got to claim his friend's lips for himself. Sherlock tasted of coffee and biscuits as John licked into his mouth and then sucked on his lower lip until his friend moaned into the kiss and then started an attack of his own.

If someone had told John that Sherlock was a great kisser he would have believed them but he would have never expected this. Sherlock wasn't only kissing John but taking him apart with every nip and lick of his skilled mouth until the arms of his friend were the only thing that kept John from falling to the floor as his legs felt like they were made of jelly.

Or maybe, an amused part of his mind remarked, it was because most of his blood had flowed south and he had craned his neck for the last ten minutes or so to compensate for their difference in height.

No matter though when a quiet "Bedroom?" was voiced in between kisses John still managed to get his legs to work as they both stumbled in the direction of Sherlock's room. No chance that they would make the stairs to his room without a painful accident. As it was they only barely found their way onto the bed without knocking into the wardrobe or stumbling over the nightstand.

"This isn't too fast, right?" Sherlock broke their kiss as they rearranged their limbs to lie face to face. "I mean... I usually don't and... my experiences are limited..."

John interrupted his friend's insecure stuttering with a soft kiss and stroked his cheek. "It's all fine."

Their eyes locked and whatever Sherlock saw in his was enough to scatter his doubts as their lips found each other's again. The kiss moved from sweet and slow to passionate and desperate as hands were allowed to roam more freely in this position. Soon John found himself tucking impatiently at the tight shirt that covered too much of the skin he was dying to explore.

"And here I thought I was impatient." Sherlock chuckled as he rolled away from John and made fast work of his clothes.

Not sexy but efficient, John thought in amusement as a pair of socks flew across the room and followed his friend's example without a second thought. Finally after endless seconds they were both completely naked and John couldn't stop his eyes from taking in everything that Sherlock had to offer. From the dark, curly hair on his chest over the well-muscled torso and legs to the hard cock that stood at attention.

Unconsciously, John's tongue darted out to lick his lips and he smirked when he felt Sherlock's eyes tracing the movement. "You are gorgeous," John whispered honestly as he traced a finger over quivering pectoral muscles and then looked up to find the most beautiful blush gracing his lover's features. Either Sherlock had even less experience than John had been let to believe or he had never been with someone who wanted him for more than his body. Knowing his friend, the latter was very likely and would also explain why he was such a great kisser but appeared as shy as a young man with his first lover at times. John pushed the anger and sadness that this thought brought aside and claimed the inviting lips of his friend in a long and deep kiss. John poured all of his feelings into it as he pushed Sherlock back into the pillows and straddled him as he leaned over him.

"What do you want to do?"

Wide blown - and slightly glassy - eyes looked up at John as if the question was too complicated to comprehend before they regained some of their usual sharpness and roamed over John's body. Warm fingers found the scar on his left shoulder and traced the lines - some less faded than others - the wayward bullet had left behind before they moved to his chest. They didn't linger on the faint scars that told the story of one of the battles that John had fought in the past but neither did they ignore them. It was as if Sherlock wanted to explore his whole body by touch alone. His hands wandered over his stomach and tickled his sides until two fingers stroked between dark curls and hunger burned from deep within blue eyes as Sherlock's gaze met his.

"I want to do everything."

The words sent a shiver down John's spine but he still shook his head apologetically. "Sorry, but I fear we won't manage everything in one evening. But," he added when disappointment clouded over his lover's face. "I'm sure we will have enough nights and days to make up for that. I'm certainly up for anything, as long as it doesn't involve any kind of pain play."

At this point John held his breath. Not because he feared that Sherlock was in some extreme kinky stuff but rather because most of his former lovers had frowned at this or a similar statement from him. He could still remember the first boyfriend he had had after his transition who had stared at him like John had grown a second head.

"Certainly, you don't want to have anything up your vagina, right? You aren't a woman after all."

As well-meant as this comment had been - and Marc had supported John even after they had split up - John had still bristled at it. He could decide himself what kind of sex he wanted to have without someone telling him that men weren't supposed to enjoy these practices.

Thankfully, Sherlock didn't even bate an eye at John's statement but only nodded enthusiastically and then smiled shyly up at him. "Could we... I want to taste you and I would also like..."

John smirked knowingly and moved around on top of his lover until he had found a position in which he could easily reach Sherlock's cock while his lover could pleasure him as well. The only downside was that John wouldn't get to watch Sherlock's face as he sucked him off.

Next time, he assured himself before he took the thick length in hand and flickered his tongue over it for a first taste.

It was obvious that while Sherlock rarely slept and or eat while on a case, he still took good care of his bodily hygiene. John hummed approvingly as he licked a long strip from the base of his cock up to its head and teased the slit with his tongue. His efforts were rewarded with a drop of pre-come and a groan from his lover. John grinned to himself before a sound - half whimper, half moan - slipped from his own throat as Sherlock spread him open with his fingers and nipped at the soft flesh, right above his clitoris.

"Why do you call it a clitoris? Doesn't this sound too feminine? Don't you want to refer to it as your cock?"

John shoved the memory of some well-intended questions aside - he could refer to his genitals as he saw fit like other men did- and concentrated on the task at hand, literally. The head of the cock fitted perfectly into his mouth and John took it's time sucking on. He let some of his spit trickle down the hard length to use as lubricant before he closed his hand around it and started to stroke Sherlock's cock to add to the sensation. Nevermind, that he lost his rhythm more than once whenever Sherlock did something especially wicked with his tongue. Like right now... Oh God!

John barely managed not to nick the sensitive flesh in his mouth with his teeth when a long and slender finger pushed into him while a wet, hot tongue circled his clitoris with just the right pressure to make his toes curl in pleasure. He couldn't move - let alone suck Sherlock off without causing injury in the process - as more blood rushed between his legs and he felt himself getting closer to the edge with every lick and push of his lover. But it wasn't enough. Not yet. He needed more. A little more from everything that Sherlock was giving him to come. Still, he didn't know how to tell him while his whole being was focused on the building pleasure that wasn't enough... and yet at the same time almost felt like too much.

When the skilled tongue moved away from his most sensitive flesh, John almost screamed in frustration - the cock in his mouth be damned - but then instead groaned in pure bliss when said tongue pushed inside him and two slick fingers found his clitoris Yes, that definitely was it. The cock slipped free from John's mouth as he panted for breath. His inner muscles contracted as a powerful wave of pure pleasure washed over his body and tore a hoarse scream from his lips.

"Oh God!"

John had almost forgotten how good it felt. How satisfying it was to ride wave after wave of his orgasm until he was a shaking and boneless mess and collapsed on top of his lover. Thankfully Sherlock neither complained nor over stimulated him as John slowly came back to himself.

"Wow, Sherlock that was bloody amazing!"

He couldn't see the expression of his lover but John was certain that the brilliant genius was blushing. Next time they really needed to do it face to face or maybe... this time even. After all, he realised with a look at one still erect cock Sherlock hadn't come yet and John wasn't in the habit of letting his lovers go to sleep unsatisfied.

"John, not to ruin the mood but you are getting heavy."

Chuckling quietly John somehow - with a little help of his lover - managed to roll off Sherlock and moved around until he could meet his gaze.

"You were fantastic." The praise slipped from his lips once more and tinted sharp cheekbones in a faint pink. "Absolutely brilliant," John added just to intensify the blush and then sealed glistening lips in a deep kiss. The taste of himself in Sherlock's mouth was enough to send another thrill through his body and made heat pool between his legs again.

That was nice. More than nice, in fact. John sighed happily as he enjoyed the kiss and the low key arousal for a while before he decided that they both needed something more and reached for one boney shoulder. It took some pulling and wriggling around but in the end John got what he wanted. They rolled around, until Sherlock leaned over him and John - foreseeing the obvious question - nodded. "Yes, I want you to take me."

A tiny gasp escaped Sherlock's lips and his pupils dilated even further as he stared down at John. There were surprise and anticipation written all over his sharp features but John also noticed an underlining nervousness and he frowned slightly. Why, would Sherlock be nervous now? They had already spent plenty of time in bed and John had experienced a fantastic orgasm while it also appeared that his lover was enjoying himself. So what about his proposal made the otherwise over-confident detective uncomfortable?

"Maybe, he isn't sure where to put his cock so to speak." A nasty voice in his head reminded John of all the times when men either hadn't wanted to have vaginal sex with him or hadn't treated him like a man anymore afterwards. No wonder that he had exclusively dated women for a long time after all of his failed relationships with men during school and medical training. Still, John wasn't afraid that Sherlock would treat him any differently tomorrow but it appeared that his lover needed a push in the right direction.

Without hesitation John grabbed Sherlock's right hand and led it between his legs where his lover's fingers had already pushed into him before and where John was still wet and ready.

"I want you to take me like this."

"Yes John, I am aware of that." Sherlock had the nerve to roll his eyes at him while one of his fingers pushed a few centimeters into him and tore a groan from John's throat. "If you had wanted to have anal sex then you would have asked for lube, already."

"Then why... Oh God..." John momentarily forgot what he had intended to say when Sherlock scissored two fingers inside him and more blood rushed southwards as his body throbbed with renewed lust.

"Sherlock, please." John moaned when his lover took his time teasing him to the edge with his skilled fingers. Any other time John would have loved to come like this - again - but tonight he wanted to be as close to Sherlock as possible - to feel his lover inside him - and the anticipation was slowly driving him mad.

"Patience." A sly smile turned well-kissed lips upwards as Sherlock reached for the drawer of his nightstand and fished a square packet out of it. Through a haze of lust John noted the slight tremble in Sherlock's hand as he rolled the condom down over his hard length. He almost found the words to ask if something was wrong but then Sherlock aligned their bodies and John forgot his questions as his lover pushed into him.

And God, it felt fantastic. John couldn't believe that they hadn't done this before - any of this - as his body stretched around Sherlock to allow him inside.

"Oh John!" Thousands of emotions washed over the expressive face of his lover as he moved his pelvis and pushed even deeper into John.

"Sherlock..." There was the question again on the tip of his tongue but either Sherlock didn't want to talk or he had perfect natural timing as he leaned forward to seal John's lips in a passionate kiss and started to thrust into him at the same time.

There was no finesse to it at first just wild and animalistic pounding while groaning and gasping into each other's mouths and... John loved it. He loved the feel of Sherlock going wild between his legs and how his usually aloof lover lost it completely when he was with John. He couldn't say how long they moved like this. How often exactly Sherlock thrust into him and John meet him with an upwards movement of his hips. How hard they clutched onto each other as the bed squeaked in protest at the harsh treatment. John only noticed when Sherlock brought a little space between their bodies and shifted his weight onto his right arm. He almost protested against the changed paced... almost.

"Oh holy fuck!"

Either Sherlock was a bloody marvel in bed or very good at guessing what John liked. The double stimulation of Sherlock rubbing his clitoris with his finger while also thrusting into him at a new angle was too much. Too much to experience without losing it and John felt himself tumbling over the edge when his lover pushed especially deeply into him.

He was gasping and panting as he held onto Sherlock for dear life while his lover thrust into him and John shuddered through yet another wave of lust even as a part of his mind pointed out to him that it would soon be too much. And that Sherlock needed to stop or change positions if John didn't want the pleasure to turn into pain. He was about to gather his wits about him and tell his lover when Sherlock thrust one more time into him and then went completely still. His mouth formed a perfect "O" as he came into him and John stared his fill as Sherlock came apart before his eyes. It was a sight, John would cherish and hold close to his heart until his last day on this earth.

"John." Sherlock's voice was a hoarse whisper as he collapsed half on top of him and nuzzled at his neck. "John, this was... fantastic."

"Yes," John agreed simply and pressed a kiss to Sherlock's sweaty forehead as he held him close.

They would have fallen asleep like this if necessity hadn't forced them apart. Sherlock made short work of the condom - John hoped he had knotted it before throwing it on the floor - and then grabbed tissues for both of them from the nightstand.

Still sweaty but at least partly cleaned up they snuggled back under the covers and John smiled fondly when Sherlock cuddled close to him. "This was the first time."

John blinked down at the head of wild curls. "Of course, this was our first time together."

"No... I mean yes." A nervous laugh fell from Sherlock's lips. "You are right but... I mean for me. It was the first time that I was... inside someone."

John didn't need to be a genius to know that Sherlock was blushing furiously at this confession as he hide his face against John's shoulder. In a way he understood why his lover was embarrassed - a look at their society and what was expected of men cleared that up - but at the same time he didn't see why it should matter. Only insofar as that John now knew why Sherlock had been so nervous at first. It somehow put his mind at ease that it had nothing whatsoever to do with his body.

"God forbid I have to prepare myself for even more awesome lovemaking in the future because," John murmured quietly when Sherlock peeked up at him. "You were bloody fantastic tonight and if this was only your first time on top then I don't know how long I will survive."

The body against his relaxed notable and John smiled when his lover breathed a gentle kiss to his cheek. "We can switch if one of us is in danger of passing out from one position. Also, there are a lot of things I have always wanted to try but..."

John interrupted Sherlock's rambling with a deep kiss and then sank back down into the pillows. "Later. I need to sleep for a few hours before I'm ready for another round."

"Fine."

John chuckled quietly and couldn't help pressing another kiss to Sherlock's sinful lips before he closed his eyes and drifted off to sleep in his lover's arms for the first of many times.