(warning: the rating in the chapter goes up to M, sorry if this deters you from reading)
Chapter 8: Of Course
John spends the rest of the day following Sherlock to and from the crime scene, only after the sun as fallen, does he get a moment to rest. Sherlock has ducked into the Chinese restaurant to pick up their order and John sits reclined on a bench just outside. It's the first time that John has had to really think about the kisses that he and Sherlock had shared that morning.
Just thinking about the moment makes his face warm against the winter air, and he seriously hopes that it was not a one time occurrence. John's own thoughts alarm him slightly, he's never felt this way about a man but for some reason Sherlock is different. He remembers Sherlock's uttered confession between kisses, I've never, but it's okay because John hasn't either, well never with a man, and for some reason it comforts him to be on the same page as Sherlock for once.
"Home then?" Sherlock asks quietly as he strides out of the red painted door.
"What?" John asks looking around, "oh, yeah."
As they walk John notices that Sherlock is still carrying the take away bag and hasn't shoved it into Johns arms for him to carry, but John remains silent about it. with a rustle of plastic Sherlock transfers the bag from his right to left, and with his now free hand, casually curls two long fingers around John's pinkie and ring finger.
"What?" he asks when John looks at him with a critical look on his face.
"Nothing, I just didn't expect you to be the hand holding type." The doctor jokes.
Sherlock smiles and playfully nudges John with his shoulder, "shut up."
The couple doesn't talk again until they are both seated on the floor of the sitting room with their food; in John's lap a container of mu shu pork, and in Sherlock's a carton of lemon chicken, between them a bottle of wine and two mugs to drink it out of.
"you really shouldn't serve wine in tea mugs John." Sherlock says as he watches the dark liquid swirl around.
"I put it in mugs, because you break all the nice glass wear and because we're eating Chinese on the floor, we're less likely to spill."
Sherlock looks at John wryly from over the rim of his mug as he gulps the wine down.
"And I thought you ordered lemon chicken, not my mu shu pork." John scolds as Sherlock finishes his wine and reaches for John's food with his own fork.
"I like yours better."
"Well order that next time." John says as he realizes how far Sherlock is leaning towards him.
"One more bite?" Sherlock asks like a child asking for extra dessert. John sighs, and holds out his food for Sherlock; who scoops up a large portion and eats it quickly.
"Do you want to watch telly?" Sherlock asks after a few moments of companionable silence as he reaches for the remote control on the sofa.
"I think I'd rather talk." John says, stopping Sherlock's groping hand with his own. Sherlock turns towards John and looks genuinely interested.
"Talk then." Sherlock says lowering his head towards John, he seems concerned.
"You kissed me this morning." he accuses, but it's not accusatory or critical. Sherlock's hand slips away from John's on the sofa, and comes to rest between the doctor's neck and shoulder.
"It's that okay? You seemed to enjo-" Sherlock's worried words are cut off mid sentence when John ploughs into his flatmate, just wrapping his arms around Sherlock's thin neck and burying his face into the soft fabric of his shirt. Sherlock continues talking as his hands nervously creep up the back of john's navy jumper. "you seemed to enjoy it, but don't do anything because you think I need it."
"Do you need it Sherlock?" John asks into Sherlock's ear.
"Yes." he says nonchalantly and continues, "but if you aren't okay with it..."
"Sherlock, have I done anything to give you the impression that I am not one hundred percent okay with kissing you?" John asks pulling away and laughing a little.
"Well no, not yet." Sherlock says and pulls completely away from John, taking another bite of Chinese he continues. "but you're straight, and this can't be satisfying for you."
"And you're asexual, but I don't see you objecting." John says, although he always doubted that Sherlock really was asexual, just like he doubts that Sherlock really is a sociopath. John waits for Sherlock to respond but he just looks down as the floor in thought, apparently. "Listen Sherlock, I've never been with a man, and I've never wanted to be. But it's different between you and me." John's hands come up to Sherlock's cheeks, and gently the doctor guided his face towards his. It's only seconds until their kissing again, and it's slow and peaceful and indulgent.
"I can't believe you want this." Sherlock whispers when they break away from each other. John chuckles heartily,
"Neither can I Sherlock, but I do," John kisses Sherlock once lightly, "desperately."
"John." Sherlock sighs into his friend's mouth when they make contact again. Only when John feels Sherlock's hands in his hair does he dare to slide his tongue forward, which elicits a surprised moan from the detective. John takes his time tasting Sherlock, the recognizable taste of soy sauce is almost masked by the sweet flavor or wine, but there is another flavor less familiar to him, but it tastes like Sherlock smells; and it excites John wildly.
"The sofa." John breaths and immediately finds himself hoisted into the sofa, himself looming over his flatmate. For a second he tries to comprehend what is happening but then they are kissing again and John cantonly think about getting closer to Sherlock. John lowers his body down to rest atop Sherlock, their hips meeting, and instantly grinding to a rhythm only the two of them can hear.
"Sherlock." John pants pulling back suddenly.
"What?" He says looking like the cat who ate the cream. "am I doing it wrong?" he asks, genuinely worried.
"No, no, oh God no." John says as he silently marvels at how lovely Sherlock looks, with his hair askew, clothing disheveled, eyes blown dark with desire and his lips swollen and red. "I just," John begins as he runs a finger down Sherlock's neck. "Should we slow down? I know you're new to this and-"
"Why? I think it's going pretty well." Sherlock says quietly, and maybe John imagines it or maybe not but he thinks he feels Sherlock push his growing erection up ever so slightly into John's hips.
John drops a kiss to Sherlock's neck, and another to the tip of his nose. "I have work tomorrow morning. If I could I'd stay up with you all night." John kisses Sherlock's left cheek than his right.
"So you want to stop?" Sherlock looks dejected, and John instantly feels like he has misspoken.
"I never want to stop Sherlock." John says grinding down onto Sherlock an imperceptible amount. "but I have work in the morning and it's already late."
"I know." Sherlock sighs dragging his hands through John's short crop of hair. "go to bed then." he whispers leaning in for another kiss.
John kisses him, a passionate but short kiss and begrudgingly gets up.
John's bedroom seems empty as he tries to sleep, although he knows nothing about the room has changed, it's himself who has changed, or maybe he hasn't changed at all. John can't think straight, every time his eyes close he is bombarded with images of his flatmate wearing a lovely navy coat, standing on a rooftop high above him, writhing in pleasure below him, wearing nothing but navy shorts, wearing nothing. Oh god. John thinks trying to find a comfortable position, but instead he finds that he has a fresh erection, and suddenly his hand is clenched in a tight fist around himself. And before he has time to think about what's happening John is moaning Sherlock's name and coming faster than he has since he was sixteen.
His phone buzzes. With come slick fingers he reads the text.
New message: 1:22 AM
It would have been easier to let me do it.
-SH
His phone buzzes again before he answers the first message.
New message: 1:23 AM
I said your name, I hope you said mine.
-SH
The thought of Sherlock moaning John's name as he came only a floor below him almost gives John another hard on, but fatigue overcomes him, and he realizes that it's been a ridiculously long day.
New Message: 1:28 AM
Of course I said your name.
-John
holy shit. this was difficult to write. please let me know what you think!