Chapter Nine: First Time
AN: So this is the next chapter guys :) I hope you all like it xxx
Over the next few weeks, John got more hours at the clinic and taking cases with Sherlock when his shift was over.
They never talk about the kiss on that first night until one night after John returns home from the clinic.
"Did you have fun while I was at work?" John asks with a grin, looking up at the younger man.
"Of course." Sherlock replies in a bored tone, as though it's obvious that the pair did in fact have fun while John was working.
"Where's Harry?"
"Upstairs playing with her dolls." Sherlock smiles, sitting down in his chair.
"We never brought dolls with us. Harry never said she wanted any."
"I know. I bought them for her. I hope you don't mind."
"No. It's fine. Thank you, Sherlock." John smiles warmly, actually taken aback by Sherlock's generosity.
"Not a problem, John."
Just at that moment, Sherlock's mobile rings and he hurriedly picks it up.
"Yes, Lestrade. We'll be there."
"Case?"
"It's an eight, John! An eight!" Sherlock replies excitedly, jumping up from his seat.
"Let's go then. I'll let Mrs Hudson know." John smiles fondly, placing his tea down and standing up.
Sherlock runs out the door before coming back as John is about to take his cup to the sink.
"Listen, John, are we … an item?" Sherlock asks nervously, stepping closer to the army doctor.
"Yes." John replies simply, taking a step towards Sherlock.
"Let's go then." Sherlock smiles, turning on his heels and leaving again.
John chuckles and follows after Sherlock, shouting to Mrs Hudson, "We're off out, Mrs Hudson. Harriet's up in her room."
"Alright, dears. Now, do be careful, alright. You know how I worry. And have fun." Mrs Hudson smiles, stepping out into the hall to hug her boys.
"We will, Mrs Hudson. And thank you."
"You're welcome, love. Now, off you go, Sherlock's physically bouncing to get out."
John looks over at the detective and grins; he's practically shaking with barely contained excitement.
"Come on, you." The doctor chuckles, dragging Sherlock out onto the street.
x..x
Despite the case being an eight, Sherlock solves it within two hours; sauntering out of the crime scene and immediately hailing a cab.
When they finally get home, Sherlock jumps out the cab and runs up the stairs; leaving John to pay the taxi fair.
John expects to find Sherlock already lying on the couch when he enters but instead he gets a pleasant surprise, in the form of Sherlock pinning him up against the door to their flat and kissing him forcefully.
"Sher-lock, what's all this about?" John breathes, breaking the kiss.
"Not good?" Sherlock asks in a confused tone, backing away.
"Not 'not good', no. Just … unexpected, that's all, love." John smiles, reaching out to touch Sherlock's cheek.
"Oh."
"Come here, ya daft sod." John grins, pulling Sherlock close again and kissing him slowly.
"Oh." Sherlock squeaks, his cheeks flushing as his body reacts.
"You see. Good, isn't it?" John smirks, starting to kiss Sherlock's neck.
Sherlock moans and rests his hand on the back of John's head; holding him in place.
He hears John laugh softly against his neck and the vibration makes his knees weak.
"Jawn." Sherlock moans, trying to stop his knees from buckling.
John wraps his arms around Sherlock's waist and pulls him flush against him to keep him up.
"Oh God." Sherlock moans louder, feeling John's own reaction in his jeans.
"What do you want, Sher?" John asks against the younger man's neck.
"You. Now. Preferably in the bedroom." Sherlock half moans, gripping onto the older man like a life-raft.
"You sure?" John asks unsurely, looking up at Sherlock.
"For God's sake, John. Now!"
"Alright, bossy." John chuckles, pulling away slightly and taking Sherlock's hand.
Sherlock sighs dramatically and pulls John towards his bedroom.
"Have you ever?" John asks cautiously, looking the detective over carefully.
"No. But I trust you, John. Could you … go slow?"
"Of course I can, love."
"Thank you."
"I'll have to prepare you first, sweetheart. Otherwise it's going to be painful. Pass me the lube, okay."
Sherlock quickly fumbles for the lube and hands it to John; smiling reassuringly at the older man.
John pours the liquid onto his fingers and warms it up before bringing one digit down to Sherlock's hole and rubbing gently.
Sherlock forces his body to relax and just focus on the sparks of pleasure John is causing.
"That's it, baby. Just relax. We'll take this as slow as you need to."
John slowly pushes a finger past the tight ring of muscle and shudders at how good that will feel around his cock.
Sherlock squeaks and tenses at the intrusion before John rubs circles into his hip bone and softly whispers reassurances.
He continues in the slow procedure until Sherlock moans almost in relieve as the pleasure starts to build.
"Jawn, I think I'm ready."
"Alright, love." John smiles reassuringly, his eyes bright with love.
He pulls on a condom and pours a generous amount of lube on himself before lining himself up with Sherlock's entrance.
"This still might hurt a little, but I'll go slow, sweetheart." John adds, gently and slowly pushing into Sherlock.
Sherlock hisses and tenses before willing his body to relax against the much bigger intrusion, John still pushing in agonisingly slow.
"Ssh, it's alright. We can stop if you want."
"No, please."
"Only if you're sure, love."
"I am, John. It will pass, I'm certain." Sherlock replies through gritted teeth, meeting John's eyes.
"I'll make sure it does, Sher. I want this to be good for you." John smiles softly, kissing Sherlock's inner thigh.
"Then carry on." Sherlock replies, and it almost sounds like an order.
"Okay." John nods, a grin forming on his lips.
He keeps pushing in slowly until he's fully seated before letting Sherlock's body adjust and relax fully.
"Move, John." Sherlock whispers, his voice already hoarse.
John keeps his thrusts shallow and slow, enjoying the feel of Sherlock's body around him and his soft, almost inaudible moans.
When John's knees slip on the sheets and cause him to push in a little more forcefully, Sherlock positively writhes and the sound ripped from his throat makes John moan loudly to the ceiling.
"What was that, Jawn?" Sherlock asks in bewilderment, looking at John with lust blown eyes.
"That was your prostate, darling. Very sensitive, especially in such a situation as this."
"Do that again." Sherlock actually growls, shoving himself down more onto John's cock.
"Alright, love. Take it easy. You won't be able to walk for a week if you carry on like that." John chastises in a doctor manner, but the thought nearly causes him to moan.
"I don't care, John. Do it." Sherlock orders, slamming himself down harder.
John smiles a positively devious smile and rams hard into Sherlock, causing the younger man to buck off the bed and near scream.
A few more thrusts and Sherlock's spasming through his orgasm as John rides out the after shocks of it, feeling himself so close to the edge.
Then Sherlock says his name, almost like a prayer and a sin in one, and John is screaming helplessly as his orgasm tears through him, making him see stars.
He flops onto Sherlock's chest as his breathing calms down and closes his eyes, too knackered to even move properly.
Sherlock's hand comes up to play with his hair and a kiss joins the action on the crown of his head.
"Thank you." Sherlock whispers, his voice as soft as a lullaby.
"Any time, love. Any time at all." John breathes against Sherlock's collarbone, completely crashing from his high.
He suddenly remembers himself and gently pulls out of Sherlock, dropping back down on the bed beside the younger man.
"That was wonderful, John. You're wonderful." Sherlock smiles sleepily, reaching across to stroke John's cheek.
"You're always wonderful." John whispers, as sleep finally over takes him.
"I love you, John." Sherlock whispers back, curling up next to his army doctor.
Unseen to even Sherlock Holmes, John smiles sweetly in his sleep, snuggling closer to his consulting detective.