As I warned, the rating has been bumped up for sexual content. Not too explicit and very fluffy. Enjoy!
The next week, Sherlock and John stumbled through the beginnings of their relationship. They didn't act much differently, but instead of spending evenings on their individual chairs, they would sit on the sofa. There was constantly some form of physical contact between the two men, either in the form of legs or hands tangled together, or sometimes Sherlock would even lay down on the sofa with his head resting in John's lap. Of course there were also moments of soft, lingering kisses, and more excitingly: hungry, passionate ones. Sherlock always pulled away before the kisses got more heated, and John never questioned or complained. Being honest with himself, he needed the time to adjust to being with a man. If anyone were to find his deleted search history, they were sure to blush, but John was determined to know how to be with a man properly. He didn't know if Sherlock knew everything there was to know about gay sex, or if he knew anything about sex at all, and he certainly didn't want both of them to be clueless if it came to that.
"What do you think, John?" Sherlock asked, stepping up from body and looking to John.
Sherlock was answered with a blush. The soldier certainly shouldn't be thinking about his Internet history here of all places. The detective cocked his head and gave the doctor a curious look, and John knew he was trying to deduce what made his partner redden, which, if possible, only made him blush more.
He knelt down near the body, hiding his face from Sherlock's prying gaze. "Strangulation. Pretty recent, I'd say only around three hours. Took off guard, you can see there was a struggle by the skin and blood underneath her fingernails. You should check for DNA."
"Brilliant, John." Sherlock complimented, causing John to blush yet again.
Lestrade looked bemusedly between the two men as they left the crime scene. Something had definitely changed within their usual dynamic, but he was the last person to comment on their relationship. Donavan, however, did not seem to have the same respect.
"I can't believe it. John has finally bedded the freak." Donavan exclaimed, looking at Sherlock gleefully.
"Please kindly refrain from commenting on things you have no business sticking your abnormally large nose into, Donavan." Sherlock said levelly, not letting the malicious woman get to him.
"Aw, maybe I was wrong. Bet the virgin isn't letting you touch him, is he?" She persisted, now turning to John, trying to elicit a reaction. Only John saw Sherlock's slight flinch at Sally's words.
John let out a long sigh, thinking about what to reply to the annoying woman, but Sherlock got in there first.
"Not all of us drop our knickers at a whim, even when the other person is married." The detective snapped back, causing Sally to close her mouth.
"Now, now, guys. Can we please uphold professionalism at crime scenes?" Lestrade said, tiredly.
Sherlock did not show any signs that he was listening to Lestrade, and instead stormed ahead, barely letting John catch up.
"Sherlock, wait." John shouted, jogging to catch up with the taller man's long strides. "Are you ok?"
"Of course. Now come on, I think I've got a lead." He said abruptly, moving to the edge of the road and hailing a cab, making it clear any conversation on the subject was closed.
John woke up to a scream beside him, just in time to move out of the way of a fist coming towards his face.
"Sherlock." John said sleepily, shaking the younger man's shoulder beside him. "Sherlock, wake up. It's just a nightmare, love."
It took a little longer than usual to wake the detective, but finally Sherlock's gasps for air were evening out into steady breaths. After a few minutes, the younger man shocked John. Sherlock usually liked to keep his distance after nightmares. He would curl up, facing John, but only allowing their hands to tangle together. This time, however, Sherlock curled his head under the doctor's chin, pressing his chilled body into the heat of John's. Cautiously, John wrapped his arms around Sherlock, enclosing the detective in a protective hold.
"Are you frustrated at the… pace we're taking our relationship, John?" Sherlock questioned, breaking the comfortable silence. The doctor had never heard the other man sound so unsure of himself, yet the emotion was masked by a cool and disinterested facade.
"Ignore Donavan. I am happy to go at whatever pace you are happy with, Sherlock. I promise you. And I'm not saying that to make you feel better. I will never pressure you for anything until you are ready. Until we're both ready." John stated into the other man's curls, trying to convey his honesty.
"But you must have… urges." Sherlock said, quietly. Whilst John could not see his face, he was sure Sherlock was blushing.
"Of course I do. You are the most beautiful, most intelligent and most infuriating man I have ever met. But my urges take a backseat until you're ready." John insisted, pulling the detective into a tighter hold.
Sherlock pulled back from the embrace slightly, looking deeply into the doctor's eyes. Seeing only genuineness and warmth, Sherlock pulled the older man in for a compassionate kiss.
John tangled his fingers into Sherlock's hair, letting the younger man take the lead in the kiss. This was the first time they had kissed like this whilst in bed, and the closeness had not escaped John. Sherlock continued to expertly drive John crazy with his mixture of tantalising and bruising kisses, and the older man felt all the blood in his body begin to move towards his groin. Sherlock scraped his teeth across the soldier's lips, eliciting a deep moan from the older man. Encouraged by the noises coming from his partner, Sherlock moved his lips down to his neck, placing tormenting kisses across the available skin, deducing where John enjoyed it the most and spending more time exploring those certain areas.
Sherlock was the most attentive lover John had ever been with. He could read exactly which spots gave his partner the most pleasure, and knew exactly how to tease him with such information. And John was definitely enjoying the younger man's devout attention, maybe a little too much.
Not wanting to scare Sherlock away, especially after the conversation they had just had, John tried to slow the pace of the kiss. However, Sherlock had other ideas, surging his body closer to John's.
"Sherlock." John started, breathlessly. "How far… do you want… this to… go?" He groaned between kisses.
Sherlock stopped for a second to look at John, and the soldier could see the uncertainness begin to cloud his eyes. The detective definitely did not want to stop what they were doing; each lustful noise coming from John had created a deep, extremely enjoyable heat in his stomach. He desperately wanted to push his lower body against the soldiers to try and dispel some of the tension gathering there. To indicate what he wanted, the younger man pushed his groin against the soldier's, gasping both at the pleasure that sparked through his body, but also shocked to find his partner was just as aroused as himself.
At that, John understood exactly what the detective wanted, and his excitement grew, if possible, even more.
"You're in control, ok? If you want to stop at anytime, just say so." The soldier said firmly.
Sherlock answered by recapturing his partner's lips, thrusting his groin back into John's. This time, the older man reciprocated, acquiring a low moan from the detective. At that moment, John made it his life ambition to make his partner make that noise as much as possible.
Finally creating a steady rhythm, Sherlock snaked his hands under his partner's pyjama bottoms, and dug his short nails into the other man's backside. He then pushed the other man's body harder against to his own, once again capturing the soldier's bottom lip between his teeth. In return, John pushed up the detectives loose t-shirt and caressed the exposed skin, kissing his partner back fervently.
It didn't take long for both men to become extremely close to release. Becoming impatient, Sherlock pushed both of the doctor's shoulders against the bed, hooked his leg around his waist, and swung around to straddle his partner. John gasped at added pressure, and was extremely turned on by how Sherlock was taking lead. The confidence Sherlock displayed shocked the doctor, but he couldn't deny he was extremely enjoying being dominated by the tall, muscular detective. Now that Sherlock was completely in control, John stopped holding back with his thrusts. Both men opened their eyes, looking deeply into each other's eyes as they got closer and closer. With the new angle, it only took a few more thrusts until both men were throwing back their heads in pleasure, eyes blown wide, groaning each other's names as they released. They stayed in the same position until both men had sufficiently ridden through their orgasm, never tearing their eyes from one another.
"That was... " John started, trying to form words to convey how amazing he felt.
"It was." Sherlock replied, reading exactly how John was feeling.
After finally moving to clean up, they climbed back into bed eagerly. This time, as they settled down to fall asleep, Sherlock rested his head on John's shoulder and placed his arm tightly around his partner's waist. In return, John kissed the younger man's soft curls and also placed his arm around the other man's waist.
"Goodnight, love." John whispered.
"Thank you." Sherlock replied, slipping into a peaceful sleep, a small tear falling silently onto John's chest.
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