Here it is! Smutty chapter, and there will be more to come! Now that this is out of my head and on paper, I can hopefully study! I'll start writing after April 20th which is when my exams finish. I promise I will return with another chapter shortly after that date! :) Enjoy! Still needs to be edited. Once that's done, this message will disappear. If you see anything that could be approved upon, please let me know! Thanks!

John and Sherlock headed back to Sherlock's dorm room. It took them twice as long as it should have as them stumbled their way down the hall. It took a few tries to get the common room unlocked, and they celebrated when they finally did. Sherlock and John made it to Sherlock's room and had to unlock that door as well. Sherlock cursed fervently at the lock. John's head was pounding to two beats as both of Sherlock's neighbours still had their music blaring. John started to pack his things, wanting to go home and sleep in his quiet room. Sherlock tripped his way over to John, putting his hand on John's arm when he did.

"You shhhhould 'tay the night. You'd 'ave to bike home if you lefffft now."

John sobered a little at the thought of spending a night with Sherlock. He looked Sherlock in the eye.

"Where would I sleep?"
"I've got this biiiiiiig bed, we can share it." Sherlock made a lopsided attempt at pointing to the bed.

John hadn't broken eye contact with Sherlock, and Sherlock could see all of the signs of arousal pass over John's face. Voice thick with emotion, John replied, "If you're sure…"

Sherlock was surprised. He wanted to laugh with joy. John Watson, aroused at the thought of sharing a bed with me? Sherlock stepped forward experimentally, entering John's immediate area. He looked down at John who was still staring up at him. He heard John's breath catch then speed up. They stood there for a while, just standing, lost in each other's eyes and questioning the other's lust. It was John's turn to take a step closer, their bodies were practically touching now. John was surprised that Sherlock hadn't turned away. Instead of leaving, Sherlock's lips made the tentative journey across the space between them to meet John's. John froze for a second, unable to believe this was really happening. He returned Sherlock's light kiss, slowly pulling his entire body nearer to Sherlock's until it felt as though they were touching from lips down.

The kiss became faster, more hunger and desire fuelling it. John let out a small moan when Sherlock's tongue entered his mouth. He lifted his hands to Sherlock's hair, weaving the dark curls through his fingers. John pulled Sherlock's head closer to his, sure that he was making their lips bruise in the process, but he just needed to be closer to Sherlock. He'd been so afraid of these feelings for Sherlock, and now he couldn't deny them, he didn't want to.

Sherlock was the one who pulled away first, evaluating John's red, swollen lips and lustful eyes. He could feel himself getting hard, and this time he knew he was going to be giving into all of his human urges. John didn't let him stay away for long, quickly pulling him back into another urgent kiss. Their tongues fought for dominance, their hips began to grind together in rapid thrusts. Sherlock knew he was completely hard now, and could feel that John was hard too. Just the thought that he was responsible for John's erection made him close to climaxing. Fuck. I want John. I need John.

John stumbled as he tried to shove Sherlock onto the bed. Doing this drunk probably isn't a good idea, but God, I want him so bad. Sherlock was lying on his back with John straddled over him. John looked down at Sherlock, finally breaking the silence that accompanied their kiss.

"The things I'm going to do to you…" John almost panted out the words, not wanting to waste oxygen on talking. He leaned down and touched Sherlock's lips with his own, just brushing them, forcing Sherlock to tilt his head up to meet him. As soon as Sherlock's head was back, John moved his lips down to Sherlock's exposed neck, giving little sucks and nips as he went down it. Sherlock's groans excited John beyond anything he'd ever felt. John slowly undid Sherlock's buttons, giving his chest a light kiss after each one. Once he had the shirt undone, John moved his mouth to Sherlock's nipples, bushing them with his tongue and biting softly. As he did this, Sherlock had moved his hand onto John's bulging crotch, rubbing it at first, then clenching and releasing it at the same time as John's bites. John moaned loudly into Sherlock's chest. John moved his mouth down Sherlock's torso, leaving a trail of saliva behind. He lifted his head off Sherlock's stomach and blew lightly on the line, and Sherlock felt the saliva go from warm to ice cold, sending sharp tingles down from his spine. Sherlock's skin broke out in goose-bumps. John smiled down at them, lightly brushing them with his fingertips, then tentatively added a little bit of nail. Sherlock jolted as John's nails slid their way down the centre of his stomach to his belt.

John started to undo the belt slowly, taking his time. He undid Sherlock's trousers equally slowly until he heard Sherlock choke out the words, "Oh GOD, John! PLEASE!"

John paused with the overwhelming desire flooding through his body, frozen with lust. He had Sherlock Holmes begging for him.

Sherlock took the opportunity of John's hesitation to take control. In one swift movement, Sherlock flipped John so that he was now calling the shots. Sherlock eagerly ripped open John's shirt. He didn't care if his method was impatient, he knew he wanted John, right here, right now and he couldn't wait. With an animalistic growl, he forced his mouth onto John's, invading it with his tongue. Sherlock's hands were everywhere, using John's tricks against him. With slow and precise lines, Sherlock skimmed his nails down John's exposed chest. John gave a low groan into Sherlock's mouth. Sherlock hastily undid John's trousers. Sherlock looked at John's cock straining against his pants, and lightly traced the bulge with his fingers. John hissed but lifted his hips at the touch.

Sherlock's impatience had waned now that he was so close to what he'd been waiting for. He slowly pulled down John's pants to reveal his boner, wet with pre-cum. Sherlock was thankful for his self-control, otherwise he would have climaxed right then and there. He touched John's erection from base to tip, making John take in a sharp breath. Sherlock smiled at John then slowly lowered his mouth on the tip, not letting it completely enter his mouth. He flicked the head with his tongue, playing with it until a moan erupted from John that sent a searing hot flow of desire to Sherlock's groin.

Sherlock allowed more of John into his mouth, bobbing his head over and over. He placed his hand at the base of the shaft and pumped while he sucked.

"Fuuccccck, Sherlock!"

John was just about to climax, and Sherlock released him from his mouth. He blew air softly onto John's wet cock, which sent John into a spasm, right on the edge of coming.

John roughly pulled Sherlock back up so that they were face to face. He pulled down Sherlock's pants, exposing his erection. He pulled Sherlock down onto him, their mouths crushing together, their boners rubbing one another with each push of their hips.

They kissed that way, naked and touching as much of each other as possible, skin prickling and burning where they met. Their hips thrust in no particular order, but they created a rhythm holding onto each other for support. John forced Sherlock over, taking control again. He slowly kissed his way down from Sherlock's lips to his weeping erection. Using his tongue, John traced it from base to tip, then spread his mouth around it and went down. Sherlock emitted sounds that didn't resemble human. John went faster, using his hands to aid this mouth in pleasuring Sherlock, and by the moans produced by Sherlock's squirming body, it was working. John grabbed Sherlock's hips to hold them still, putting himself in charge of when Sherlock could thrust. When Sherlock tried anyway, John dug his nails into the soft flesh, causing Sherlock to yell out in pain and pleasure, no line separated the two anymore.

"Oh fuck, John. Fuck. Oh God, oh God. FUCK!"

Sherlock thrust one more time, and received the punishment. As John dug his nails into Sherlock's shuddering hips, Sherlock came and a salty explosion entered John's mouth. He continued to suck through Sherlock's convulsions and moans until his hips came to a stop on the bed.

Sherlock pulled John somewhat clumsily over to him. He kissed John deeply and passionately before leaning over John's erection. He teased with his tongue, which forced some unearthly noises from John.

"Oh, Sherlock… Oh! Yes! Sher…lock!" John's hips were moving as quickly as possible, he was so close. Sherlock clasped the base of John's cock and started to pull as he sucked. John cried out and came, rushing hot fluid into Sherlock's mouth. John spasmed for another minute before Sherlock released him. They kissed again, soft and deep. Sherlock was speechless for once in his life, his head was heavy from the alcohol, complete post-ejaculation bliss and overwhelming need for sleep. John was equally peaceful and their kiss became sloppy as they slowly fell asleep.

.:|:.

John was the first to wake, finding himself in Sherlock's room. He could feel Sherlock's body heat behind him. John suddenly became anxious. What if he doesn't remember? Or worse, what if he remembers and thinks it was a drunken mistake? John turned to look at Sherlock, and as he turned he became very aware of a pounding hangover headache. He cursed silently but was able to turn without waking Sherlock. He admired the sleeping man in front of him, dark curls everywhere, and the most peaceful face John had ever seen on Sherlock. John tentatively reached out and moved a curl that was hanging down into Sherlock's eye. His eyelid flinched at the light touch, but he didn't rouse. John fell back asleep, watching his placid Sherlock.

When John awoke again, Sherlock was sitting in bed next to him. Sherlock turned and smiled at him.

"Good morning."

"Morning." John felt awkward. He didn't know what to say to Sherlock, so worried that he might reject him. "… So… last night?"

"I remember getting drunk, what happened after that?" Sherlock looked questioningly at John.

Oh God. He doesn't remember. John looked at Sherlock, blushing a deep red.

"Well, we got quite drunk… Then we…" John couldn't finish his sentence.

Sherlock laughed out loud.

"John, of course I remember last night. But even if I didn't, please give me a little credit. I did wake up naked next to you. A monkey could put two and two together in this case."

Relief flooded down John's body, followed by anger.

"You git! Don't pull that bullocks on me!" His anger only made Sherlock laugh harder, and John eventually started to laugh too. John became serious again.

"So you… You don't regret last night, right?"

"John, can we skip the whole 'embarrassed and regretful' bit? Because I feel that you need to hear it, I will tell you that I've been wanting that for almost a year now, and it was better than I imagined it was going to be."

John was speechless with shock, but quickly made up for it.

"You've been wanting that for a year? Why didn't you say anything?"

"What was I supposed to say, 'Hi, John. My name is Sherlock and I know we've just met but I really want to shag you?' Come on, John, don't be naïve. And as soon as I got to know you, I found out about Jeanette, so I figured you wouldn't be interested. But we know about each other's feelings now, so it's all okay."

"No, it's not! It's not okay! You can't casually tell me that you've wanted that since you met me! Do you kno-"

Sherlock leaned in and cut John off with a kiss. John felt his resolve slipping and finally returned the kiss, moving closer to Sherlock. It felt strange to be so intimate with Sherlock so quickly, but it also felt good. Good and right. John pulled him closer, I'll never let you go he promised.