Okay guys! This is my first attempt at Johnlock smut. PLEASE be the legal age and all that jazz for the adult content. Reviews would be lovely so I'll know if you guys would like me to continue this little story! Thank you guys so much for reading!
John walked up the stairs with Mary, laughing about the man who just wrecked his bike into a parked car.
"I mean, seriously, kids these days with trying to text and-" He opened the door to see Sherlock on the couch with little Archie there, sleeping.
"Oh. My. God. Sherlock, Archie, its four in the afternoon!" John said with disappointment in his voice. Archie's eyes shot open.
"Uncle John!" Archie jumped off the couch and ran into the mans arms for a hug. John let out a light laugh and hugged the boy.
"I already told you, I'm not your uncle!" John laughed once again.
"You may as well be!" Archie said and finally released from the hug. John's face went serious again.
"Is he in his mind palace?" He wondered out loud and walked towards the lanky man on the couch. Archie didn't want to rat Sherlock out, so thinking on his feet he lied with "Sherlock let me test a new drug I concocted on him. It's nothing too serious, just your basic headache relievers and such mixed together. Nothing over 8 times the dosage tough, that's what Sherlock told me. 8 is when it's lethal!" The boy said smiling widely, proud of his lie.
"Precisely right." A low voice rumbled, still half asleep. The man moaned and stretched as he slowly became aware of how sprawled out he was, and of the pool of drool on the pillow. Sherlock managed to slur out "Just… An experiment. Well done Archie. If you ever need to drug your friends, use that mixture there."
He sat upright on the couch, the three others peering on mystified by Sherlock as he seemed in a daze, gripping the couch for balance just to sit. "If you need me, I'll be getting ready for the day." With finishing the sentence, Sherlock attempted to stand up, nearly falling onto the table in front of it if it weren't for John diving and catching him.
"Okay! There we are!" John used his strength to hold the man up. "Uh, Mary, why don't you take Archie home now. I'll tend to Sherlock." Mary nodded and began to walk away with little Archie who looked back and made eye contact with Sherlock who looked regretfully at the boy before the flat door closed once again.
"Really Sherlock. Letting a ten year old do experiments on you?" John walked him to the bathroom and set him on the toilet seat while he turned the shower on. Sherlock's head hung in his hands as he replied, "it's what any good father would do." John snapped his head back from the water to look at him in misery.
"Sherlock… He's not your… I mean, you aren't his real…"
"Yes I am aware."
Sherlock finally met John's gaze, his eyes cold and bright as ever, impaling the on looker like icicles. John shied away, suddenly timid. "I meant-" Sherlock interrupted him
"No. You said what you meant and yes, I am aware I am not his real father. But, have you seen his biological father? He's a middle aged man with a job he hates, a wife he cheats on but only on Mondays, sun spots that will turn cancerous very soon, and quite frankly, he's an idiot!" Sherlock seemed genuinely upset. Last night was the only time John as seen him cry, and he wasn't hoping now was the second.
"Oh shut up John. You care for the boy too." Sherlock said, deducing the doctor's judgment of the rant.
"Well, how could I not? He's just like you, except not an arse!" John laughed as he peered up at Sherlock once again. The bathroom was getting very fogged up at this point.
"Anyway! Clothes off, shower time." John said standing up and moving away so Sherlock could undress.
"Are you not going to leave me to my shower?" Sherlock stood up and asked as he unbuttoned his shirt.
"You're on some strange drugs. The heat can cause you to pass out, but so can the cold since I don't know what it is. I won't look, but I will stand by." John said, taking his post by the door. Behind his back, Sherlock, still slightly high, smirked while taking the rest of his clothes off and making a point to throw his pants at John. John ripped the pants from his head. "Yea, very funny mate." He shook his head and dropped the pants on the bathroom floor.
John listened to the little noises Sherlock made during the shower. The little sighing breathes as he washed his hair, the slight moans of being in a relaxing environment.
"John." Sherlock said in a worried tone.
John ran over to the shower, pulling back the curtain, ready to catch the tall mans fall once again. Instead, the man wrapped his wet arms around John and kissed him, soaking his clothes and sending an adrenaline pump through his body. Johns held his arms as if he was at gunpoint. His face had the same shocked look as well. Sherlock laughed his low chuckle.
"Get in." He demanded, standing without shame in front of John, eyes daring him to deny Sherlock this guilty pleasure. John's hands shook slightly as he unbuttoned his shirt, causing him to take longer than Sherlock was patient for. Sherlock's nimble fingers unbuttoned the last couple of buttons as he kissed john again and slid the shirt down from his arms and onto the ground. Sherlock's hands continued down to unbutton John's trousers as John's hands felt up Sherlock's arms and down the mans chest, feeling how smooth he was and now feeling his urges to pin that man against the shower wall and- His trousers were finally down, so he stepped in and pushed the man against the wall as planned, kissing Sherlock hard on the mouth, flicking his tongue inside the others mouth.
John felt Sherlock's hands grabbing him in need, clawing his hips and butt, wrapping his arms completely around John's waist. Sherlock ran his fingers through John's hair and tilted his partner's head slightly back and kissed down his neck. John moaned out loud and shoved Sherlock back into the wall, letting his hands slid down Sherlock's pale, thin body as he got on his knees. Gently, John licked Sherlock's shaft, causing Sherlock's back to arch slightly as a low moan escaped his lips. John took Sherlock into his mouth and began bobbing forward and back, holding his lips tightly around him. To his surprise when John looked up to see a reaction, Sherlock's hands were in his mind palace position under his chin in a sort of prayer.
John's hands went sassily to his hips as he said "I'm sorry, am I interrupting your thinking?" Sherlock looked down at John, his partner-soaking wet and on his knees. He looked confused but serious as his head tilted just slightly.
"Quite the opposite. I'm making space in my mind so I can remember every detail about right now."
John got back up and stared into Sherlock's eyes. The closest to saying "I love you" Sherlock will probably ever get was saying what he just said, and John could deduce that much. He wrapped his arms around Sherlock's neck, leaning his face in close.
"Sherlock- I- that's so-" Sherlock kissed him once again by surprise, holding him against his own body.
When John released him to go down once again, Sherlock stumbled. "Sherlock? Oh Christ. I knew it." John wrapped his arms around Sherlock tight to hold him as upright as he
could as Sherlock passed out in his arms, the shower still running.
Sherlock jerked awake, thrashing around to deduce where he was. This was not the couch, nor his room. It wasn't the place where he bought his drugs… He finally came to a conclusion: John's room.