Chapter 9: Stay

It's been days, five days exactly, since John kissed Sherlock on the sitting room floor. Four days since Lestrade called and gave Sherlock a new case, three days since John touched Sherlock at all, two days since Sherlock has spoken of anything other than the case, and one day since John has last slept.

"Sherlock, slow down!" John calls from behind the speeding detective. They are running down a back alley in Holborn and John is failing to keep up with Sherlock.

Rounding the corner Sherlock comes back into view along with the woman they are chasing. She is fast and small, and wanted for murdering her boyfriend and his lover, "Sherlock!" John calls again to no avail. But then John hears sirens, sees the flashing lights and the street is suddenly blocked off by four police cruisers on one end. The woman would have to face Sherlock and John if she wanted to escape now. She freezes, as John catches up to Sherlock and seems to be weighing her options.

"Put you're hands up." A voice from one of the cars says through a megaphone. From there it's obvious that she cant escape, and so she complies. Sally runs out of the nearest cruiser. John shakes his head at Sherlock when they make eye contact.

"Thanks guys." Lestrade says clapping Sherlock on the back as he approaches.

"I think you could have caught her your self inspector." Sherlock sighs with his usual the-whole-bloody-police-force-is-entirely-incompetent attitude.

"Thanks anyways" Lestrade grunts, rolling his eyes at John. "Damn John get some rest you look positively nackerd."
"Yeah," John motions towards Sherlock who seems preoccupied with his phone, "He's kept me up night and day lately."

"Tell him to get some rest too, see you later John."

"Bye." John says over his shoulder, then looks at Sherlock who seems to sense it, and looks around to John.

"Cab?" he asks smiling sleepily, John can tell that the adrenaline rush is wearing off quickly, and frankly, John is glad that Sherlock will finally get some rest.

"Yeah, come on." John says nudging Sherlock in the direction of the main road.

Pulling up to 221B John lifts Sherlock's sleep heavy form off his lap in order to reach his wallet in his pocket. Grumbling about being woken up Sherlock climbs out onto the sidewalk and into the house.

"Sherlock?" John calls when he reaches the top of the steps, "where did you g- oh" John scoffs with a smile. The world's only consulting detective is slumped on the sofa face down, feet dangling off the edge, still in his coat as shoes. Shaking his head John pulls off his own coat, shoes and cardigan and then does the same for Sherlock.

"John?" Sherlock whispers when the doctor tries to undo the buttons of Sherlock's coat.

"Yeah Sherlock?"

"Stay?" He commands with his eyes still closed.

John just smiles and shakes his head. "Do you know what sleeping on the sofa will do to my shoulder?"

Sherlock's eyes open slightly and settle into a glare, obviously he is dissapointed.

"fine, fine, I'll stay, but you've gotta move over a lot."

Sherlock actually complies and slides over into the back of the sofa. Laughing a little John pulls his socks off and grabs the blanket from his chair then sinks onto the sofa against the detective. "I cant believe I'm doing this." he sighs into Sherlock's chest as he gets settled, but almost immediately he's tired again. The last thing that John remembers before the blackness of sleep is the feeling of Sherlock's long cold fingers slipping into the hem of his trousers and resting against hist hips.

When he wakes up in the morning John is higher up on the sofa than he remembers, but is extremely comfortable. Upon opening his eyes he sees Sherlock clinging absurdly to his body like a giant koala bear. His left arm is wedged under John's back, and his right his across the doctor's chest, hands clasped in the fabric of John's shirt; and the detective's legs are doing the same. "Sherlock?" John says trying to wriggle enough to sit up. Sherlock's grip tightens and the man lifts his head off John's chest.

"Good morning." Sherlock mumbles as he pulls himself into a more dignified position one hand still resting on John's stomach, and the other propping up his head to look at John. "What time is it?"

John glances at the hall clock, "five thirty, go back to sleep." he says running his fingers through Sherlock's thick curls.

"Are you staying?"

"I was going to get up and get some cleaning done. I'm not really tired anymore."

"stay." Sherlock pleads,

"Sherlock." John says warningly.

"I bet I can make you stay," Sherlock whispers as he leans up and brushes his nose against John's. John only moans a bit, knowing that Sherlock's right, there is one sure fire way to get him to stay.

Sherlock's lips taste like he remembers, except for the wine and Chinese food, but that flavor that is so Sherlock is stronger this way, and John loves it.

"mhm John." Sherlock sighs when they part briefly, then Sherlock is atop John, and his hands are suddenly every where, and things seem to be going to fast to really process. Their mouths are together again, and everything is teeth and tongues.

John moves for Sherlock's neck, and thinks about marking him, marking his perfect white skin with love bites, instantly the idea becomes reality and Sherlock is panting and moaning as John nibbles on the skin of his perfect neck.

When John finally come back up to face Sherlock he slowly runs his tongue up Sherlock's neck, over his adam's apple and chin and proceeds to kiss him fervently.

John can feel Sherlock's morning erection pressing into his own now, and without conscious thought his hands find the hem of Sherlock's trousers; and its only seconds before both of them are wearing no pants at all.

"What do you want John?"

"You Sherlock, what else?" he moans when Sherlock pulls away and sits back on his heels looking down at John's flushed erection.

Without warning Sherlock lunges forward and his lips are around John, warm, and sticky with saliva. John cries out something but he's not sure what, and although Sherlock is a little sloppy and inexperienced his he is doing a better job than most women John's been with. He's a lot more enthusiastic as well.

John breaths out all the air in his lungs and it seems that he can't get it back as he gasps and writhes beneath Sherlock's bobbing head, "Sherlock, shit oh god Sherlock." he manages to heave.

Sherlock's hands are busy as well, one roaming the planes of John's stomach and sides, and unexpectedly, the other other has found John's testicles and is lightly rubbing them between those perfect fingers. John dares to glace down at the man currently sucking whole heartily on his cock. Sherlock is looking directly up at John his eyes wide and his mouth full, and it's those perfect, crystal blue orbs that send him over the edge. Suddenly John almost screams Sherlock's name and thrusts roughly into his mouth, coming violently and murmuring unintelligible things to his lover.

When John returns to his senses he opens his eyes and sees Sherlock with a surprised and almost frightened look on his face. Oh shit. John thinks.

"Shit, Sherlock I didn't mean to be that rough, shit I should have pulled out, or warned you, damn, I'm sorry." He says scrambling to sit up and wipe away the come that Sherlock had let trickle down his chin.

"Don't be sorry." Sherlock says licking his lips, then leaning in to kiss John fully on the lips, when Sherlock's tongue slides into John's mouth he sighs contentedly. "I was just surprised. I didn't know what to expect I guess." and John thinks its a first.

"I surprised the world's only consulting detective Sherlock Holmes?" John asks smiling and flipping Sherlock over onto his back.

"it seems so." Sherlock says suppressing a giggle. Sherlock's phone on the floor beside the sofa beeped once. "will you get that?"

"fine." John sighs.

New Message: 5:40 AM

Congratulations .

MH

John thinks about how fucking creepy Mycroft is for a moment, but gets distracted by the amazing man that he is currently straddling.

"Who was it?"

"No one important" John says lowering his lips onto Sherlock, the only important person in the world.

oh damn, sorry this got pretty M today. and look, a SUPER fast update. i'm on my game right now. hope you liked it, please let me know what you thought!