He was more than a little anxious to meet with Moriarty again. The previous night John had went into Sherlock's closet and found the box Jim had spoken about. He had stared at it for a few moments before putting it back in it's place with numb fingers, going straight to the bathroom and taking a hot shower. John wanked thinking of Sherlock using that dildo on himself, how he would do it in the other room... and then his thoughts were diluted with Moriarty's dark eyes, the feeling of the mad man's hot breath on his neck. John tried to push these thoughts away and focus on Sherlock, but it seemed his mind wanted to think of other things. Like what it would be like to see Sherlock on his knees in front of Moriarty. To see Moriarty biting into Sherlock's pale flesh. When John reached orgasm he shut off the water, dried quickly and went to his room. His phone vibrated on the bedside table as John settled into bed. He opened the message.
good night
Jim x
And now that it was morning, John had gotten dressed and had been sitting patiently by the window, waiting to see the black car pull up in front of the building.
When the blindfold was removed, John noticed how disheveled Moriarty looked, the one who was always so clean, precise, manicured. His hair wasn't combed back. it laid in a messy halo around Moriarty's head. Stubble was visible. His suit jacket was off, his tie loosened, shirt untucked. He sat open legged and slouched in his chair, his hand loosely wrapped around a glass of bourbon that rested on the arm of the chair. His eyes, usually flashing with dark mischief, were downcast. They unsteadily rose to Johns. John felt silly for feeling a twinge in his heart at the sight of the obviously troubled man. He hesitated before asking tentatively
"Is everything all right?"
Jim snorted. "I don't need your sympathy. Save it for someone who cares about such nonsensities." He drained his glass. He placed the cool glass against his forehead and added in a quieter voice "Save it for someone who deserves it."
"Sorry." John replied, not being completely sure if he was apologizing or offering more condolences to the clearly drunk man.
"Oh shut your mouth John." Moriarty said exasperated, setting the glass down. "On second thought, come over here and put your mouth to better use."
Jim unbuckled his belt and undid his trousers. His hips rose up far enough from the chair to pull them down slightly, just enough to pull out his flaccid cock. John paused briefly before getting out of his chair and crossing the short distance between them. He was nervous. He'd never done this before. He'd only just recently realized he was in love with Sherlock Holmes. John had never touched a man intimately before, much less give someone a blowjob. He went slowly to his knees, settling between Moriarty's open legs. His heart was thundering as his hand went to Jim's pale exposed flesh. John felt a rush of excitement as his hand wrapped around Jim's warm cock and he felt it become more firm. the man leaned his head back and exhaled. John's hand moved slowly, feeling the delicate rise of the veins. He stroked until Moriarty was completely stiff. John leaned his head forward and gingerly licked at the opening of Jim's cock. He made a small noise of approval. John was completely hard himself, and the encouragement of Moriarty made him slowly wrap his mouth around the head. John looked up at Jim, who's head was still leaned back. John sucked softly, and felt immense pleasure when Jim gave a small moan and his adam's apple moved. John worked his mouth down, his tongue sliding and flicking. He did this with great concentration, trying hard to make Jim react. John's hand went to Moriarty's balls and started to tug softly, kneading and caressing The muscles in Jim's thighs tightened at the new feeling. Jim's hand went to John's hair, gently guiding him. John's free hand went to rubbing his own aching erection through the material of his pants. He moan around Jim's cock. In response, Jim's hips bucked slightly, sliding more of himself into John's moist mouth.
"I've wanted this for so long, so long..." Jim mumbled, pushing John's head down further. "Faster." John picked his speed up. Moriarty moaned again, his hand pressing harder on the back of John's head. John tried to keep with the frantic pace Jim wanted to keep.
Jim's hand left his hair and went to John's jumper. He pulled him away from his aching erection and forced john up. Jim leaned forward and kissed John with a fierce urgency that surprised him. John's lips parted so Moriarty's silk tongue could explore his mouth. John could taste the strong bourbon Jim had been drowning his thoughts in. Moriarty caught John's bottom lip between his teeth and bit down, pulling softly. John gasped at the small pain.
"Oh John..." Moriarty whispered when he released his lip. "you can't imagine the things I want to do to you."
Jim went to his neck and bit into the sensitive skin. John let out a small moan.
Moriarty stood up and yanked John up with him. Jim grabbed John's jumper and undershirt and yanked them up and over his head, throwing them to the side. Jim's lips met John's again, briefly. John slid off his shoes as Jim deftly unfastened his trousers. Soon, John was completely naked, his cock achingly stiff before him. Jim grabbed him by the wrist and led him to the bed.
"Bend over the edge." He commanded darkly.
John did as he was told, feeling a touch of panic. He didn't know if he was ready for this. Would it hurt? Would he like it? He waited nervously as he heard the small jingle of Jim's belt buckle.
thwack!
Suddenly, his upper thighs were singing with a stinging hot pain. He cried out in surprise and turned his head. Jim stood behind him, holding his belt. An animalistic lust was shining in his eyes.
"Jim-" he said, rising slightly from his bent position.
Jim's hand was on the back of his neck in a heartbeat, pushing his head into the mattress. His warm body was pressed against John's bare body. After a few seconds, he let him go and backed away. The message was clear: Don't move.
John kept his position, his body tensing for the next blow, his hands grabbing fists of the sheet.
thwack!
The belt hit his arse, wrapping around his hip. John flinched as the next one hit in the same place as the first.
thwack!...
thwack!...
thwack!
John's arse and thighs felt hot and raw. He could feel tears burning in the corners of his eyes, which was expected. What wasn't expected was the heat he could feel in his loins. Each lash sent an intense shock through his body, leaving him quivering and desperate. With each smack of the belt, John would flinch forward, the cool material of the bedding rubbing against his throbbing erection. It hurt so much... but he liked it.
thwack! Jim hit his arse again, this time with a little more force. John made a noise that was somewhere between a sob and a moan. John could hear Moriarty's ragged breathing behind him.
He heard a soft jingling thud as Moriarty let the belt fall to the floor. He came up behind John and ran his cool, soft hand over the angry red flesh. John shuddered at the sensation.
Jim removed his hand and stepped back. John could hear the rustling of clothes. Jim's hand was back on him, this time on his shoulder, pulling him up.
John stood straight, noting the shakiness of his knees. Jim turned him quickly and John noticed that Jim was completely nude before he locked him into another needy kiss. Jim's hand went to John's hair, tugging it roughly. The other traveled down his back, stopping at his burning arse. His nails bit into the raw skin. John gasped into Jim's mouth.
Jim pulled him closer. Their bodies pressed tightly against each other. Their aching cocks were trapped between their stomachs, a feeling John had never experienced. It was almost enough to bring him over the edge. Jim bit his lip again, this time more roughly. John could feel his lip swelling. John's hand went to the back of Moriarty's neck. The free hand went to Jim's chest. He ran his hand over the smooth hot skin, his thumb going over Jim's small hard nipple.
Jim led him backwards a few steps until they fell onto the bed. Moriarty kissed him quickly before propping himself up with his arm. His other arm went between them. Jim grabbed both of their erections and started stroking them at a frenzied pace.
"Jim-" John moaned, His hand finding Moriarty's hair and tangling itself into the black mess. "Oh fuck, Jim."
His hand worked faster, gripping harder. Jim's hips rocked with the strokes. John looked up at Jim, who's dark eyes were hungrily watching him. When their eyes connected Moriarty moaned and his eyes rolled upwards. His body stiffened as his hand kept the pace. Hot come fell on John's stomach. Their cocks were slickened with Moriarty's ejaculate. The look of desperate pleasure on Jim's face, feeling his come being rubbed onto his cock, John only lasted a few seconds after him.
Jim's hand kept rubbing until both of them had finished, and their cocks started to soften. Jim rolled off of John. He laid on the bed, facing away from John. His legs came up near his chest.
"Go." He said quietly.
John hesitated.
"Go!" Jim said with more force, still facing away.
John got up and quickly put on his trousers. He was shocked, confused and a little hurt at the sudden venom from Moriarty. He couldn't help but feel like a dirty slut.
His stomach was still sticky with come, but he didn't dare walk past Jim to grab a tissue. He pulled his shirt on and went to the door.
This time, he didn't bother to look at the troubled man before he was taken away.