John woke up a few hours later, in his bed. His body hurt all over, no doubt from rolling around on the hardwood floor, and a particular area hurt enough to tell him plenty had happened that he didn't remember. He slowly opened his eyes and saw Lestrade getting dressed. The room was dark except for the light streaming in the window.

John licked his lips, trying to moisten his dry mouth and managed to say, "Greg."

Lestrade turned to face him and sighed. He sat on the edge of the bed. "Hey."

John tried to sit up but winced as pain shot through his back. Lestrade pushed him back down.

"Easy," he said. "I took pretty good care of that," and he laid his hand gently on John's hip.

"You're leaving," said John.

Lestrade glanced back at the door. "Yeah. Unless you want me to stay?" John couldn't tell if he sounded hopeful or not.

"Could at least stay till morning," he muttered. "You can't be completely sober yet."

For a moment, John thought Lestrade was going to kiss his lips - but he changed direction and the kiss landed on John's forehead instead. John had an awful headache and he winced again, which didn't go unnoticed.

Lestrade retrieved their glasses of water from the table and helped John sit up enough to drink.

"You got any pain pills?" Lestrade asked. "You're going to need some."

"Some in the kitchen. The bloody hell'd you do to my arse?" John asked, his words a bit slurred. He could just make out Lestrade's smile.

Lestrade leaned over him and said, "Nothing you didn't beg me for, I assure you." This time he kissed John's cheek. Then he got up to refill their waters and get the medicine. John laid back down and closed his eyes. He took a few deep breaths, trying to fight the nausea he felt at the water sitting uneasily in his stomach. When Lestrade returned, John took the pills gratefully, but just sipped at the water before setting it on the floor next to the bed.

Lestrade drained his glass and set it on the table - then crawled into the twin bed behind John who rolled onto his side.

"I can stay for a few more hours," Lestrade said quietly. He wrapped his arms around John who relaxed against him. "How do you feel?"

"Ouch," John muttered. "Everything hurts."

Lestrade sighed. "Hopefully the pills will kick in while you sleep."

John was already starting to drift back to sleep. "Thank you, Greg," he said with effort. Then he was gone.

John woke up next with the sun shining in through the window. Lestrade's arms were still around him and he could hear his slow, deep breathing. He felt better. The aches throughout his body were greatly dulled and his headache was gone completely. He picked up the glass of water from the floor and drained it.

John turned slowly, easily, until he was on his back and looking at Lestrade. Lestrade was sleeping peacefully and John hated to wake him up but he was worried Lestrade might have to be at work - or get home to his wife.

"Greg," John said gently. "Greg, do you need to wake up?"

Lestrade's face scrunched up as he came to and he sensed the sunlight on his eyelids. "Time is it?" he muttered.

John glanced at the clock on his desk. "Seven-thirty."

Lestrade opened his eyes but squinted. "Yeah," he said. "Should get home for a few minutes before work, I suppose. Feel any better?"

John nodded. "Yeah. What about you?"

He nodded jerkily. "Yeah, I do." He sat up and stretched. John swung his legs out of the bed and sat for a moment to make sure his head wouldn't spin. It was fine so he pulled on his boxers from the floor, stood up, and went to the bathroom to wash his face off. When he got back, Lestrade was shrugging into his jacket.

"So," John started awkwardly. He crossed his arms over his bare chest and raised his eyebrows. Lestrade looked at him.

"Yeah," said Lestrade quietly. "Do we need to talk about this?"

John shrugged. "Probably. I mean, I'd - like to. Will you come back?"

Lestrade considered that for a moment before nodding. "Yeah, if you want. Tomorrow night okay?"

"Sure," John said, trying to hide his disappointment. He was hoping it would have been sooner. He apparently didn't succeed because Lestrade looked at him sadly and moved to touch his arms.

"It isn't that far away," he said kindly. John nodded and Lestrade pulled him into an embrace.

"I do need to know," John muttered against Lestrade's shoulder. "Did you come here last night expecting that to happen?"

Lestrade chuckled. "No."

John felt lips brush his neck softly for a moment before they closed around a spot and his skin was sucked between Lestrade's teeth. John gasped and immediately felt a stirring in his groin. His hand made its way to the back of Lestrade's head to hold him against him. Lestrade licked and sucked and bit gently at his neck and his hands drifted around John's body, rubbing his back and waist. After a minute, his hands reached down the back of John's boxers, pressing their hips together. John's eyes closed and he took a deep breath. He felt a little light-headed.

Lestrade pulled away from John's neck and kissed his lips passionately, pushing him back toward the bed. John fell back on it and Lestrade straddled him, still fully dressed. He ground their hips together for a moment and John moaned at the sensation. Lestrade kissed his way down John's body, quickly making his way to John's crotch. He massaged John's cock through the fabric of his boxers before pulling it out and stroking it a few times. John was fully hard and he bucked a little against his hand. Lestrade's lips closed around John's cock and John involuntarily gasped. He tried to bite back his voice.

Lestrade moved achingly slowly, a shocking contrast to his hurry to get there. His mouth moved down John's shaft, taking in every inch, his tongue swirling around it. John's head hit the pillow and he reached down to urge Lestrade to move faster but Lestrade batted his hand away.

"Greg, please," John breathed.

"Gimmie a minute," Lestrade muttered before taking him again in his mouth. John restrained himself, fighting his urge to thrust and scream and push Lestrade down. He laid as still as he could manage, his chest heaving and his fingers curled into the comforter on the bed. Had he had more control over the situation, he could have cum in just a few minutes, but it lasted almost fifteen. Finally, John felt himself start to rise towards a climax, and Lestrade pulled away completely.

John let out a heavy breath, surprised, and reached for his own cock, but Lestrade caught his hands and held them to the bed.

"Fuck," John grunted.

Lestrade moved up to look into his eyes. He kissed John's cheek, forehead, chin. Then he whispered into his ear, "Do you want to cum?"

John almost hissed at him. "Of course, I bloody want to," he groaned. "I thought you were in a hurry?"

"I'm keeping an eye on my time," Lestrade said easily. "Relax, John." He kissed his face again and again, avoiding his lips and ears, until John got more control over his breathing. Then he moved back down to John's cock, breathed on it until it was fully hard again, and took it in his mouth, moving quickly, holding the base firmly. It took only a few seconds and John's vision blacked out as he came. He bit his lip to keep from yelling out and thrust against Lestrade's mouth. Lestrade swallowed his cum, milked him for a moment before moving to sit on the side of the bed.

"My god," John moaned, "you're good at that. Do it often?"

Lestrade pulled on his shoes and shrugged, smiling. "Now and then, yeah."

John sat up next to him and reached for his crotch, rubbed his hard cock through his pants. Lestrade's eyelids fluttered for a moment but then he shook his head and stood up. "I do need to get going. But I'll be back tomorrow, yeah?"

"Then I'm in your debt," John said.

"You okay with that?"

John considered it for a moment before nodding. Lestrade smiled softly and leaned down to kiss his lips. "I won't be gone long," he said against his lips. "Try to have a good day, John." He kissed him again and, with a few glances back, left the flat.

John stayed on the bed for well over an hour, not sleeping. Just thinking. He'd had sex with a man a few years back, a one-night stand that he'd regretted sorely. He was very attracted to women, their smiles and bodies and personalities and laughs. He loved kissing women. He loved shagging with women. He loved their breasts, their hips, the way they tasted and moaned and moved when he went down on them, which he loved by itself. He loved talking to women, listening to what they had to say, learning from them, creating relationships with them.

He'd never put any real thought into his feelings for men, which were in general so rare, until Sherlock Holmes came along and made him reconsider a bit. Not much, because he'd never felt that Sherlock was interested in him or anyone else in that way, and the feelings had been largely romantic, not sexual, anyway. He'd been mostly satisfied with their relationship, the easy but deep intimacy.

But then Sherlock had jumped off the hospital roof and messed all that up.

And what about Greg Lestrade? John had never been attracted to him before. He'd barely considered him a friend at the best of times. But last night and that morning had been amazing and John felt his pulse quicken thinking about it. Lestrade was an attractive man - intelligent, hard-working, and very kind. He was handsome, funny, easy to get on with. Determined. Confident. He'd been Sherlock's friend.

Was John falling in love?

Surely not. But it felt like it. He smiled at the thought of seeing Lestrade again - smiling being something he hadn't done at all in the past two weeks. So what did it mean? And what did he want? Could he even handle being in a relationship with a man, deciding who to tell, how to come out, all that drama?

When his head started to hurt again, John got up and had a bowl of oatmeal. He took a shower and spent half an hour staring at his phone, daring himself to call Mrs. Hudson and talk to her. He eventually gave up.

Time got away from him and soon it was one o'clock in the afternoon and his phone beeped - he had a text message from Lestrade: "Are you busy?"

He quickly sent back, "No," and stared at the phone. Why was he asking?

He barely had time to consider it when there was a knock at his door. He jumped and quickly checked himself to see how he looked. He was clean and dressed with no time to change, so he opened the door with a little trepidation. Lestrade stood there with a bag from a sandwich shop.

"Hey," he said. He lifted the bag. "Had lunch yet?"

John stood back to let him in and he set the bag on the table. John shut the door. As Lestrade turned around, John threw his arms around him and kissed him. Lestrade gasped before returning the kiss and holding him tightly.

After a few seconds, John pulled away. "It isn't tomorrow night," he said.

"I couldn't wait that long," Lestrade answered and pecked him on the lips. "I only have about half an hour before I have to get back to work. It's my lunch break. But I wanted to see you. Hope that's alright."

John put his hand on Lestrade's neck. "'Course it is."

"Brought you a sandwich."

"Thank you."

They sat down and John suddenly felt awkward. He wanted to keep touching Lestrade, but he didn't want to push it. Then Lestrade moved his chair around the table so that they were sitting next to each other and Lestrade put his arm briefly around John's shoulders. John took a deep breath and the awkwardness dissipated. They ate turkey sub sandwiches without saying much, but every couple of bites, Lestrade would lean over and kiss John's lips or cheek.

John was only able to eat about half of his sub, so he wrapped it back up and moved it to the fridge. Lestrade wrapped his and set it aside, saying he would take it back to work. Then John stood in front of him, leaned over, and started kissing his neck. Lestrade's head fell back to allow him better access and he let out a small moan. He stretched back in his chair and John sank to his knees between Lestrade's feet. He rubbed Lestrade's crotch and listened as Lestrade's breathing hitched.

"Just a warning," John said gently, "I don't have a lot of experience with this."

Lestrade looked down at him. "I don't want you to do anything you're not comfortable with. Y'know, I don't really think of you as being in my debt."

John grinned up at him as he unzipped Lestrade's trousers. He hesitated for just a moment as he pulled out Lestrade's partial erection and started stroking it, watching it grow. Lestrade's eyes fluttered closed and he started massaging the back of John's neck, gently urging him on. John licked up Lestrade's cock, closed his lips around it, swirled his tongue around on the head. Lestrade's breathing turned heavier and he ran his hand over John's hair as John's head bobbed up and down, taking in as much of his cock as he could. He was tempted to move tortuously slowly, get revenge on Lestrade for that morning, but he knew Lestrade needed to get back to work. He squeezed the base of his cock with his hand, massaged it and stroked it quickly.

"Good god, you're beautiful," Lestrade breathed, looking down at him, watching as he worked on his cock. His hips moved in a way that suggested he was fighting the urge to thrust into John's mouth and John sped up. It only took a few minutes before Lestrade's whole body tensed up and he came with a strained moan. John swallowed his cum and sat back, wiping his mouth. Lestrade laid back in the chair, panting.

John stood up and Lestrade grinned at him. "Not much experience, but you're pretty damn good," he muttered with a chuckle.

John smiled back shyly and glanced at the floor. "Not in your debt anymore. Will you still come back tomorrow?"

Lestrade stood and did up his pants. "Yeah, of course. We can, er, talk tomorrow." He waved his hand between them. "About what this is. If you want."

John nodded. "Okay then. Good."

Lestrade picked up what was left of his sandwich but didn't move towards the door. He glanced at John again. There was a pause before he said, "I have to get back to work, but... I don't want to leave. Just wanted you to know, I wish I could stay here."

John sighed softly and felt his eyes start to burn. "Thank you - for saying that," he muttered.

Lestrade nodded, kissed John on the cheek, and left the flat.