Author's note: WARNING! Mild to sort of heavy (depending on your scale) NSFW content. WARNING!

THIS IS YOUR FINAL WARNING! If you don't want NSFW stuff, don't worry. You won't be missing any major plot points. Just wait for next week's chapter. :)

John opened the door to the flat and let Sherlock in first. He took off his jacket and hung it on the coat rack by the door. "It's nice to be home, don't you think?"

Sherlock looked down at John, taking off his black trench coat and hanging it by John's, his scarf following. Once all situated he turned to John. "Yes it is very nice to be home, with you," he softly added his eyes sparkling and piercing into the other.

John couldn't handle his emotions anymore. He pushed Sherlock up against the wall, kissing him passionately and rough. He did not kiss many people like this, and trying it on Sherlock was a whole new experience. The jaw was different. The nose was sharper. Lips were rougher. And well he was also taller, which was somewhat new to him. He liked the way he smelled. It was masculine, something completely opposite of what he was used to. But he liked it. He ran his hands through Sherlock's luscious curls, sending himself into a psychedelic feeling.

Sherlock gasped in surprise as he felt his back pressed tight up against the wall with John holding him firmly in place. "Mhmmgh" he mumbled out when he felt John's hands thread thought his hair, massaging his roots. He kissed back with just as much passion, his lips hungrily nipping and caressing John's. He moved his hands to rest on John's waist, gripping them quite tightly and pulling the blonde flush against him seeking more contact.

John moaned. This was so unreal. He had kissed plenty of women like this, but never a man. It was gorgeous. Better than a woman's touch. It was rougher, more passionate, and definitely more playful. Now he had an idea of what women get to feel when they get kissed. He moved his hands to behind Sherlock's neck, pulling him closer. He licked Sherlock's lips, asking for permission.

Sherlock immediately allowed John to caress him in his mouth. He parted his lips a tad bit more and slanted his face so that the angle was more pliable for the both of them. He felt John's hands travel to the back of his neck and his knees went weak when John started to play with a lose piece of his ebony curls.

John used his tongue to explore the inside of Sherlock's mouth. He felt himself go weak when Sherlock started playing with his hair. He could feel something poking him through Sherlock's pants, and with that he moaned and felt his knees go weak.

Sherlock gently flipped them around; he wanted to make sure that John was completely overshadowed in his tall frame. He kissed him with precision hitting all the spots he had mapped out that drove his John mad with lust and desire. He hadn't realized that he was painfully aroused, but he had noticed John's. He put all his weight on his left leg and placed his right one in between John's stance. He slid up the wall until reaching the crotch of John's trousers. He carefully moved up a tad bit more so that his knee was applying a teasing amount of pressure to John's groin.

John gasped. He too had not noticed he was growing hard painfully and quickly. This move that Sherlock made caused John to become explosive. He practically engulfed Sherlock. He started unbuttoning Sherlock's shirt.

Sherlock felt John growing very eager, but instead of letting him continue his state of undress, Sherlock took hold of John's hands and placed them flush against the wallpaper above the blondes head, preventing him from touching the detective. Sherlock then lifted his knee to place it a top of John's growing pant front and pushed into it carefully with his knee, taking care to roll it in a slow circular motion, while applying different various states of pressure.

John moaned with pleasure. Just everything that Sherlock had done to him so far was making him more and more turned on by the minute. He felt his bulge throbbing painfully in his pants. He so eagerly wanted to get them off, but he was restrained by the taller man.

Sherlock felt John struggle but that only made him more determined to keep his steady. He pulled away from the kiss to travel butterfly kisses down John's jaw line and sneaking back into his neck. He took a piece of flesh between his teeth and pulling back before smoothing it over with a swish of hot tongue. He kissed John's rapid pulse point with tender care making sure to extract as many sounds from John as possible. While doing this he continued, his memorizations on John's lower half making sure to go deliberately slow.

John gasped and moaned out loud. He bit his lips as the detective grazed his body with perfect lips. John also continued to groan with sexual frustration as he kept getting harder as Sherlock progressively moved around his body. "Get on with it already," he shouted, as he was barely able to handle the pain of his erection anymore.

Sherlock ignored John and traveled down to his perfectly tanned collar bone. He ghosted his lips over the rim of it until he found a good spot before repeating his actions on the new spot. He let John's hands fall and he placed his own skillfully on John's chest over top his breasts. He swiped his thumbs back and forth on John's nipples, making sure to make them precise.

John moaned. Sherlock was glorious! He had never felt this aroused before, not even with a woman. He wrapped his arms around Sherlock's waist, pulling their hips closer together.

Sherlock removed his knee from John's crotch with an audible protest from the other. However, the absent fiction was soon replaced by Sherlock's hips rolling deeply into John's.

John groaned throatily at Sherlock's change in body position. John also felt his hips moving involuntarily to match Sherlock's rhythm. He couldn't comprehend how amazing this felt. It was almost surreal. John's nails dug into Sherlock's back, not too hard, but hard enough.

Sherlock bit down rather hard when John's nails clung into his back. He dug slowly and very precisely into John, knowing how to drive him to the very edge in a few simple moves. He sped up his thumbs while gradually slowing down his hips in a rhythmic motion.

"Fucking hell!" John could feel himself coming closer. He grinded his hips against Sherlock's more ferociously than before. He didn't really want to come in his pants, but he didn't have much of a choice.

Sherlock moved back to John's lips, knowing that John was very close. Sherlock's fingertips were tingling pleasantly as they traveled up his arms in a warm sort of way. He captured John's lips languidly and nibbled on John's swollen bottom one, knowing it would be his undoing.

John shouted. That nibble was just enough to send him over the edge. He came hard in his trousers. "Sherlock, you little shit!" he smirked. "You made me come in my pants!"

Sherlock pulled back just enough to rest his head on John's sweating brow. He felt his front become damp as John yelled. He blushed a deep red; he hadn't meant to do that to John, only to snog him senseless. "I...I...I'm so sorry John...I didn't...I am sorry," he mumbled out.

"Sorry? Don't be sorry." John pulled Sherlock back into another passionate embrace, pulling his head down. "You're gorgeous," he murmured.

Sherlock blushed again and let his head be pulled down. "Thank you." he whispered out, holding John back in the same manner.

John started biting Sherlock's ear lobe. "You are the sexiest man I have ever had the pleasure to meet." He knew Sherlock was close to the edge. While still biting his ear, John added the final touch, ensuring Sherlock would orgasm; grabbing his bulge.

Sherlock took a heavy breath and felt the white hot heat sneak up behind him. John's hand was just so...mind blowing in more ways than one. He felt his erection stiffen as he came. The throbbing intensified as he was on his end; he felt his knees go weak and rested heavily on John, his frame trembling. His eyes were closed and he was panting on John's shoulder. His pants felt heavy and lagged down but he didn't care. He only wanted to bask in his after math with John holding him.

John hugged him for a long time. He figured this was the first time in a long time, or maybe ever, that Sherlock had to ride it out. He kissed Sherlock's cheek and whispered, "I love you…so much…"

Sherlock shivered when John kissed him on the cheek. He sighed contently as John just held him upright, occasionally rocking them side to side in a rhythmic motion that was making him drowsy. "I have romantic feelings for you too, John." He wanted to tell him that he loved him, but that was too much risk for the situation he was in, exposing himself was always a weakness.

"Me too, Sherlock…me too." John pulled down Sherlock's head to kiss him on the forehead. Seeing that Sherlock looked exhausted, he put his arm around the waist of his consulting detective. He led Sherlock up the stairs and into John's bedroom. There, he lay him down on the bed. "Do you want a change of clothes?" he whispered in Sherlock's ear.

Sherlock fell onto the bed in a heap with John following. "Are you?" he whispered taking John's soft hand.

"Probably," John replied quietly. "But, I can wait a little longer if you want." He took a piece of Sherlock's hair and started playing with it.

"I might fall asleep though," he replied, yawning. "Could you get me a pair of clothes?" he asked, curling up onto John's lap.

"Sure," John said with a small grin. He slowly got up and went into Sherlock's room. He stood and stared at the battleground that had remained untouched since Sherlock went into the hospital. He glanced over all of the destruction. How could Sherlock bring himself to do this? John's insides cried, but he moved swiftly over to the bed and pulled out a new shirt and pair of pants out of the pile that had been haphazardly thrown about the room. He quickly got out and closed the door, hoping to make it help him forget about what was behind it. He entered his bedroom quietly to find Sherlock half-asleep. He smiled and put the clothes on the end of the bed. He then walked over to his dresser, pulled out a new pair of boxers and then opened another drawer and pulled out some sweatpants. He went into the bathroom to get changed and cleaned up a little. He pulled off his sweaty shirt and threw it into the laundry basket. He then proceeded to take off his trousers and boxers. As he took off his boxers, he looked at the mess he made. He smirked and whispered to himself, "Damn you, Sherlock." He threw them into the laundry basket, took a towel and wiped up around his member, pulled on his clean pair of boxers, and then his sweatpants. He didn't bother to put on a shirt, because he just didn't want to. He walked back over to his bedroom, and climbed into bed next to Sherlock. He practically fell asleep as soon as his head hit the pillow.

Sherlock heard John's rustling and as he opened his eye not more than a centimeter to see John stark naked in the middle of the room. He blushed as he watched John so elegantly clean himself and couldn't help but whimpered softly at the sight. He quickly shut his eye when John turned around and flopped on the bed carelessly. As soon as he did, Sherlock proceed to get up to change as well wincing as his wounds pulled on his healing flesh. He grabbed the clothes John so kindly picked out for him and sneaked out into the hall to change. He closed the door gently behind him so that he would not wake his John. Once in the hall he got changed quickly, closing his eyes tightly so that he would not have to see his words of truth. He was a coward he knew, for not even being able to see his own fault, for leaving John when he needed them most, for not being able to tell John he loved him back. After getting his new fresh set of clothing on, he stealth fully waltzed back into the room and slide into his side of the bed, sighing in content as the warmth of both the cotton and John encased him.

John wrapped his arms around Sherlock when he laid back down on the bed. His consulting detective, so torn and tired. John hummed a soft lullaby into Sherlock's curls. He slowly closed his eyes and kissed Sherlock's forehead. Then he whispered, "My sweet Sherlock." He sighed and circled one of his fingers on the nape of Sherlock's neck. "My precious Sherlock."

Note: The end of this chapter will end up in the beginning of the next chapter so those who don't want all the frick frack don't miss anything super important.

I know it ends kind of weird, but it's the best I could do for now.

So yeah...smut! There will be something even steamier in the coming weeks so be prepared for that.