Chapter 5
OH MY GOD LOOK IT'S THIS CHAPTER NOW YAY FANGIRLING EVEN THOUGH I KNOW WHAT'S GOING TO HAPPEN.
ENJOY MY LOVELY SHERLOCKIANS. WOOOOO.
He's just left. –Laura
I thought so, did he say anything? -UNKNOWN
He just said that 'it didn't feel right'. What a load of bullshit. -Laura
Fascinating. Did you kiss him? -UNKNOWN
Unfortunately, yes. It was weird though, he didn't have the right smell about him. -Laura
Oh ho ho, this is getting good. Veeery good. Thank you for your help, Laura. Much appreciated. –UNKNOWN
Yeah yeah, whatever. What do I get in return? -Laura
Don't push me, you might regret it. -UNKNOWN
Don't threaten me, you little prick. I want some money. -Laura
Very well. -UNKNOWN
It seemed everyone in the pub was too drunk to notice the red dot that carefully lowered itself onto the young woman's forehead.
...
Neither John nor Sherlock moved while their lips were together, they waited. They waited to see if this was really going to be it, if this was going to happen.
John made the first move, pulling his face back ever so slightly and tilting his head for a better angle. Sherlock leant forward and captured John's lips again, moving his lips slowly and softly, hoping John would do the same.
John opened his mouth wider and let his tongue wriggle free and gently swipe Sherlock's bottom lip. The detective let out a small noise, like a muffled moan, and separated his swollen lips, granting John access.
Once again, the two familiar muscles met and fought, each wanting dominance and power, but not receiving it.
Sherlock's hands moved from his waist to cup either side of John's cheeks, lifting John higher off the ground. John gripped the lapels of Sherlock's dressing gown tighter and pulled him in closer, snug against John's heaving chest.
Slowly, Sherlock slid John's jacket off his shoulders, letting it drop to the floor in a messy pile. John repeated the action, but with Sherlock' blue gown, leaving him only in his grey pyjama top and bottoms.
As Sherlock moved his hands down further and tried to lift up John's top over his head, the doctor stepped backwards, and his back collided with the wall. Sherlock walked absent-mindedly into him, causing their bodies to be flush against each other. John felt something hard prodding and poking the area of flesh between his hip and the top of his leg.
Sherlock tried again to remove the top, but John stopped him.
"N-no, wait," John choked out. Fear washed over Sherlock's face at the thought of going too far. John looked into Sherlock's dilated pupils, and was glad the wall was there to keep him on his feet. "Not here."
Without hindrance, Sherlock grabbed John by his hand and pulled him through the kitchen, past the bathroom and into his own room. John looked around and saw the covers on the bed; all crumpled from the evenings previous activities. He winced at the thought.
The doctor felt the presence of someone behind him, and went to turn around, but was stopped. A pair of hands travelled over his shoulders, down the sides of his body, until they found the hem of the shirt.
It took a few tugs and a muffled giggle before the top joined Sherlock's shoes on the wooden floor. John was still refused permission to turn around. Sherlock kissed the back of John's neck; savouring the taste, the sight and the smell. He worked his way over the broad shoulders, never missing a patch of skin. John couldn't fight the urges anymore.
He spun round and caught the bottom on Sherlock's pyjama top, lifting up over his head and flinging it to the side with ease. He smiled up at the detective above him, and leaned forward to kiss down his sternum.
Sherlock sighed in content, letting his eyes close and his head drop back, exposing the flesh underneath his face. John stood up and licked a line up from his Adam's apple to the point on his chin.
Sherlock grinned down at John, and the doctor smirked back. John had ignored it for the time being, but now his groin was staring to become painful. He could feel his cock straining against the fabric of both his underwear and his coarse jeans.
His hands slunk to his belt and worked it off easily, relieving some of the tension building up. He let the jeans slide off his legs, allowing them to pool on the floor before stepping out of them. Sherlock walked him backwards until his legs met the edge of the bed. John fell backwards, and Sherlock landed perfectly on top.
"John, you are," Sherlock gulped, "okay with this, right?"
"Oh God yes."
John lifted his head up and met Sherlock's soft lips with his own again in a hungry and demanding kiss. Sherlock was flipped over and John straddled his thighs, working the trousers down agonizingly slow. He tugged the soft material over Sherlock's ankles, and thrust forward slightly, allowed the stiff members to rub together through a thin layer of cloth. Sherlock moaned deeply in the back of his throat and opened his eyes, pleading to John silently.
John bent down and kissed the detective again, and, before his mind could talk him out of it, reached down Sherlock's underwear and took a hold of his cock.
It was a new and odd sensation to John, having another man's length in his hand without it being his own. Sherlock had lots of different features to John, all of which he noticed almost instantly. Sherlock was heavier and longer than John, but not thicker. His foreskin slid easily over the head, and the vein on the underside of the penis was thicker.
John started to bring the foreskin over the head and back down, repeating the motion, increasing pressure and speeds at different times; using techniques that work on him. Sherlock turned into a moaning wreck underneath him, occasionally opening his eyes and staring at the ceiling, or squeezing his eyes shut and whispering "John..." over and over again.
John shifted slightly and bent his head down, only inches away from Sherlock's now throbbing member. John experimented, flicking his tongue out and brushing it against the head, then against the glands, then sweeping his tongue up the shaft.
"Ahh, oh God, oh God, John!"
John's mouthed enveloped Sherlock, and the detective's cock was overcome with heat, moisture and suction. John bobbed his head slowly; hollowing his cheeks every now and then to Sherlock's delight. He took Sherlock in as far as he would go, until the head touched the back of his throat and he suppressed a gag. He pulled back and gave the shaft a few strokes before placing Sherlock back into his mouth and sucking harder.
"John, I'm going to- I'm going to- ahh!"
John licked around the head and the glands, before, pulling back completely and using his hand, changing direction, speed and pressure. With a deep moan and a long exhale of air, Sherlock came over John's hand and his chest. John Continued to stroke Sherlock until his orgasm had completely washed over him.
John let go of Sherlock, and reached for his own length, rubbing it through his underwear. When Sherlock's breathing and eyesight had returned to normal, he looked over to John to see him panting heavily; his cheeks flushing.
Sherlock pulled John's member out of his cotton boxers and gave it a few quick strokes, watching as John's head fell against the headboard in ecstasy. Sherlock lowered his head and took John in his mouth, earning a moan from the back of his throat from the doctor.
It didn't take long before John was left in a writhing state, breathing becoming erratic and almost thrusting into Sherlock's mouth.
"Sher-Sherlock, I'm t-too c-close."
The detective lifted his head and tugged on John's cock a few times, after which John thrust into Sherlock's hand, cried out Sherlock's name and spilled his seed on his stomach. Sherlock smiled to himself, secretly pleased with the results, before reaching into the drawer in the table next to him and pulling out a tissue, cleaning up their mess.
John pulled up the cream sheet over them, and let his head rest on Sherlock's chest, allowing the sound of Sherlock's heart to bring him back to reality.
...
John's head was still resting on Sherlock's chest when he heard Sherlock's phone vibrate on the table next to them. He groaned into Sherlock's body when the detective leant over to pick it up.
The screen illuminated the room quickly and made John squint his eyes momentarily. Sherlock's eyes scanned the message he had received before placing the phone back down, sitting up and turned on the lamp.
"Sherlock," John started, sitting against the headboard with him, "what's wrong?"
"John," Sherlock didn't look at him. "Which pub did you go to?"
So, my first ever sexy times scene, what did you think? Yes, I know, they didn't go the whole way, but I can't give EVERYTHING to you straight away!
THANKS SO MUCH FOR READING THIS! Yeah, it really does mean a lot. Special thanks to Meowbowwow again, she seems to stalk my stories, but she is amazing and I recommend you check her out. Update it as soon as a can, besides, I'm sure you're all dyyyying to know who 'UNKNOWN' is!
-Sherly xo