I know I usually write fluff and I'm not quite good at more mature stories so this one more hints at it than states it but all the same I'm giving a warning to readers that this chapter is going to be a bit more mature than usual!

Enjoy!

John felt what would surely become a rather sizable bruise occur as his shoulder hit the inside of the trunk. He cursed loudly as their kidnappers threw Sherlock in after him. They slammed the top shut and after a few minutes they heard the car start up and begin to drive away.

"I am going to bloody kill you." John hissed against Sherlock's back, trying to squirm away to where he could breathe in something that wasn't a ostentatious black coat.

"Given our current circumstances I would say you have competition." Sherlock was no doubt rolling his eyes, but John could barely see an inch in front of his face. All he knew is that he was pissed. He was supposed to be on a date tonight.

Well to be fair he was being set up on a blind date with some girl his sister knew, but a date was a date at this point and he had ended up looking forward to it until Sherlock had promised that catching a band of car thieves would only take an hour. Of course two hours later they had been taken from behind, had their wrists tied and were then tossed into the back of a car.

"I'm going to be late!" John complained, struggling against the rope that tied his hands behind his back.

"Please." Sherlock scowled, his voice heavy with contempt. "You're not missing anything."

"Oh and how would you know?" John shot back. "Like you've ever had a date. Or sex for that matter." He spat a bit too cruelly. As soon as the words left his mouth he regretted them. They were spiteful and immature. Sherlock was surprisingly quite silent for someone who always had a comeback. The silence soon became unbearable, John was tired of hearing nothing besides the rope chaffing against his straining wrists. Finally he sighed and apologized.

"Sherlock...look that wasn't..."

"No, you're right, John." Sherlock replied. "Romance has never been a part of my life, never apologize for stating what is fact, I never do."

"Well I still shouldn't be fighting with you when we need to be planning an escape." John sighed.

"John..." Sherlock rolled over to face the doctor, it took some time as the surrounding area was very small and Sherlock was just tall enough to be cramped and bent up. "...I am curious...what other people find so alluring about romantic interaction." He admitted.

"I thought Irene would have explained all that to you." John chuckled, but his laugh died in his throat when he saw Sherlock's face. Blushing, eyes averted.

"John could you...help me understand?" He asked nervously. "You don't have to...I understand you prefer women and I won't tell if you do but..." For once the great Sherlock Holmes was at a loss for words and merely shrugged. John didn't know what to do, he felt sorry for Sherlock because the detective felt so nervous, he felt angry and scared about being locked in a car's trunk, and he'd been feeling horny practically all month. The emotions were all mixed up inside of him right now and clouding his judgement as to what he should do. Finally he just shrugged.

"What the hell..." He sighed. "Come here...closer."

Sherlock scooted forward as best as he could and John met him halfway. He leaned forward and their lips met clumsily, John doing most of the initiating and Sherlock tensing up under his touch. John was almost insulted, but then Sherlock began to loosen up and suddenly he was kissing John back. The detective was unskilled, but eager, and that made up for his lack of experience. He tried to get as close to John as possible, and the doctor figured that if the detective was so eager to learn then maybe he ought to be a better teacher.

John directed his kisses to Sherlock's neck and began to suck hard enough to leave bright red marks. Sherlock drew closer and at one point in his excitement he rutted against John's leg. John grinned at that and happy to oblige by inserting his leg between Sherlock's legs to give him something for friction.

Suddenly an idea occurred to him, something a girl had taught him back at Uni. He was far too overcome by built up lust to be thinking twice about it, and decided to try it.

"Sherlock..." He pulled his leg back and tried to sink down as low as he could. "Stay still." He commanded, and Sherlock obeyed. John lowered himself until he was level with Sherlock's hips. He bent forward and played with the button of Sherlock's pants with his teeth. It had been quite a bit of time since he'd done this, so it took him awhile to undo the button, but the zipper was easy.

At this point Sherlock was biting his lip to keep from moaning, but a few broke out. They were deep, so very deep in that voice of his that rumbled like thunder. John managed to get Sherlock into his mouth without using his hands at all, and worked away with his tongue until the detective couldn't hold the moans in anymore. At this point both were inexperienced, John had never done this to a man before though it seemed straightforward enough and Sherlock had never had this done to him ever.

At one point Sherlock jerked and John heard a snap. He pulled his head back up, worried that maybe Sherlock had hit his head on something. Instead he saw the detective staring in wonder at his freed hands and the frayed rope that had been holding them.

"It seems..." He coughed slightly. "Carnal actions do have their uses."

"Did you break free...because...?" John laughed so hard and decided to give Sherlock a little reward for such a reaction to his first blowjob, and bent back down to finish him off.

By the time they remembered the pressing matter of the car thieves that were trying to kidnap them, they'd already made plans to introduce Sherlock to other kinds of sex.