Luis's stare felt like a physical pressure between John's shoulderblades as John maneuvered Sherlock back to the dance floor.
"He's watching you," Sherlock said, head turned carefully so Luis couldn't see his lips move.
"Ta, I got that." John took the opportunity to pull Sherlock a bit tighter against his side, stretching up to speak directly into Sherlock's ear. The music wasn't quite loud enough to actually require them to shout, but it was definitely several decibels above anything John voluntarily listened to nowadays. "Can't say I blame him for being jealous, though - I'd fight for you too, if it were me."
Sherlock just blinked at him.
"Come on; let's dance." John twirled Sherlock smoothly to face him, using the crowd on the dance floor for a plausible excuse to press himself against Sherlock's front. "Try to look like you're having fun. He'll be over here in no time, otherwise."
"Right."
Sherlock was a gorgeous dancer, all long limbs and graceful movement, but John rather suspected the club was not his native element. Would he have had dance lessons when he was a child? It wasn't hard to picture Mycroft knowing the steps to every formal dance in the world and gliding through them with a tight smile on his lips for diplomacy's sake, so it stood to reason Sherlock probably knew them too. He was entirely too focused, though. That really needed to change.
John turned fluidly with the beat of the music, catching Sherlock's hands (which Sherlock didn't seem to know what to do with) and wrapping them around his own waist. Their height difference put the back of John's head about even with Sherlock's collarbone. He leaned back against Sherlock's chest, closed his eyes, and let his hips go with the music.
"I had no idea you could dance," Sherlock murmured in his ear, just barely loud enough to be heard. "You didn't just do this once or twice in solidarity with your army buddies, did you."
"Mmmm." John drew Sherlock's hands up to his chest, pressing Sherlock's fingers over his nipples through his shirt. Sherlock hesitated at first, but after a minute and quite a bit more motion from John, he let his fingertips trace small circles over the fabric. John hummed encouragement and let his own hands drift up and down Sherlock's arms. He could see Luis watching, now. John shot him a smug smile.
It took another two songs, but eventually Sherlock loosened up enough to start dancing the way he had before with Luis instead of whatever way he thought was the least likely to bring his cock in contact with John's derriere. Not that it was particularly difficult to tell that he was already semi-hard. Finally John resorted to some up-and-down shimmying which ground his arse against Sherlock's crotch, and Sherlock gave up the fight.
"John, I'm . . ."
"Sherlock." John turned in Sherlock's arms, sliding his own palms over Sherlock's sides and planting them firmly on the mesh shirt just above those skin-tight jeans. "Don't you dare apologize for dancing with me. You look sexy as fuck in that getup, you're brilliant, and best of all-" - John stretched up to his tiptoes so he could stare down Sherlock on a more or less level angle- "-feeling your cock straining against your jeans because of me turns. me. on."
Sherlock's eyes widened, the shock in them plain to see. He opened his mouth, possibly to argue, but John very deliberately slid his body down Sherlock's front and the only word that came out of Sherlock's mouth was a breathy "oh."
"Damn right." John let himself sway in time with the pounding beat of the music, grinding his own hard-on against Sherlock's in what could only loosely still be termed "dancing." He let his hands drift downward, slipping into Sherlock's back pockets and palming the firm globes of his arse, and Sherlock let out a little noise that might have been a squeak. John found himself wishing the music were a lot quieter so he could have heard that tiny, involuntary whimper more clearly.
Luis was probably still watching. John didn't fucking care anymore. Sherlock was already halfway to incoherent - awed silence was a good look on him - and honestly, tonight was good a night as any to correct the slight misapprehension Sherlock had about his sexuality. "There's always something," my arse. John had kept his mouth shut at first because he was bloody sick of being invisible because he was bi, and sooner or later Sherlock was bound to figure it out and correct himself. The "sooner or later" kept not coming, though, and the few times John had flirted with someone male, everyone seemed to want to dismiss it as an anomaly. Because John Watson couldn't possibly be living with Sherlock Holmes and not shagging him blind unless he were 100% not interested in men. And if Sherlock weren't interested in anybody.
Now, twining around Sherlock's lean body like an X-rated maypole, John was starting to think that maybe Sherlock's aloof "sexual urges are for peasants" routine might have been a result of him being a social idiot rather than any particular asexual tendencies. Sherlock certainly flirted well (albeit mostly for cases), and clearly his parasympathetic nervous system was healthy and functional. Plus it felt like he had a good-sized cock. John locked eyes with Sherlock and shimmied his way down almost to his knees, his hips still keeping time with the music while wedged between Sherlock's thighs. Bloody good thing he cured my limp. Sherlock was still gamely attempting to keep up, but lost the beat entirely when John blatantly licked his stomach through the mesh of the shirt and put on his best "I'm gonna blow you so hard" smirk.
"Fuck." Sherlock swallowed hard, his Adam's apple bobbing sharply against that pale neck. "John, please, I . . ."
"Was that a please more?" John bared his neck, rubbing the bulge in Sherlock's jeans against his carotid. "Or a please stop?" He arched backward with the music, shimmying down to the floor and back up. Sherlock's eyes stayed locked on him the whole time.
"I don't . . ." Sherlock blinked several times, losing the thread of the dancing altogether. "I didn't know. That you wanted this."
"Mmm." John worked his way back up to his feet, then planted a foot firmly between Sherlock's legs and bent him over backward a bit. Their cocks ground against each other's thighs as John worked the beat. "I thought you're supposed to notice everything. Bit fuzzy-headed now?"
Sherlock nodded, eyes still wide.
"Bit turned on?"
Another nod. Sherlock bit his lip. John was hard-pressed not to yank him back up and bite that tender lip for him.
"Here's your three choices, then." John did pull him back upright, then twined his arms around Sherlock's neck so he could lower his voice and still be heard. "Choice number one is we stay here and keep dancing and hope that eventually Luis will give up on you and go away. Choice number two is catch a cab, call Lestrade, and pretend this entire night never happened."
"And the third?"
John grinned at him. It was a predatory smile. "Choice number three," he growled, "is for us to go home, call Lestrade, and then I shag you so thoroughly you forget your own bloody name. I have to say, I'm a bit offended you've never deduced that I'm bi." He nipped gently at Sherlock's exposed collarbone. "Seems like I really ought to take you back to 221B and provide you with a preponderance of evidence."
Their chests were pressed so tightly together, John was able to literally feel when Sherlock's heart skipped a beat. And then accelerated. Sherlock's cock was pressing even more insistently against his own, and John couldn't help another quick grind.
"Home," Sherlock gasped. "John, take me home. Now."
A few notes:
The bad part: I never did get around to updating anything last week. Really sorry about that!
The good part: I promise to finish this fic next week :-)
The REALLY good part: The fantabulous Annabeth Albert (annabethalbert dot com) and I are going to be co-writing a sexy M/M novella! Which will be free! And we need your help!
We are holding a survey for YOU all to help us decide what it's about! Come to goo . gl/forms/BuXcKNr7cA (no spaces; this site just really hates links) to vote on where it will be set, which pair of hunky heroes will star in it, and what kinky fun times you think would make the book better. We'll be releasing it for free on Amazon sometime this summer.
It's not going to be John and Sherlock, but it is going to be fantastically sexy and a hell of a lot of fun to write. All this fanfic has sharpened my smut-writing skills just a tiny bit . . . :-D