Hello, again :) Actually, there's not much to say this time, so I'm just gonna leave you with the next chapter, I guess ^^ Caution: Smut! (again :D)

Kats

Dessert

"Breakfast?"

Still relieved by John's reaction Sherlock answered with a silent "Yes." and they prepared a small breakfast on the table in the living room.

Positively surprised John watched his friend eating, too, which had been a rarity in the past. They didn't talk for long, until John's mobile vibrated, that was. He looked at it and read one message from Mary.

10.12 am | Where are you? Are you with Sherlock? M

He answered with a simple "Yes" and put the device away again. He didn't want to break the mood by using his phone now. So he ignored all following text messages and just sat there with his friend.

"You know, I, too, thought a lot yesterday." he finally began a conversation. "You're the best thing that could've happened to me." he smiled softly.

"Even though I am a man?" Sherlock asked in fake surprise. If it had really bothered John, he hadn't let all that happen and hadn't kissed him again just before.

"Yes, even though you're a man." he laughed. Sherlock smiled when he heard the hearty laughter. John looked at him from the corner of his eye for a short moment. The loving smile made his heart bloom. When those iced-blue eyes met his, however, time seemed to stop for a moment.

"Just ask." came it from the low voice.

Since they split yesterday John had a question he was burning to ask and it didn't surprise him at all that Sherlock had noticed.

"Uh, no, it's fine." he rejected the question. He couldn't ask. It would embarrass him.

"An unpleasant question? Is it about sex, then? The one we had yesterday?" he asked challenging.

/Dammit. How the hell does he do that?!/ John thought and avoided Sherlock's eyes.

"What do you want to know?" now he sounded loving, gentle, soft again. John saw a smile so gentle he couldn't possible escape it. There was an incredible warmth in Sherlock's eyes that filled John's whole body.

"Why don't you guess, master-detective!" he said coquettishly.

"I never guess, John." he answered steadfastly, confident, but no less soft.

John rolled his eyes smiling. "Then deduce the answer. 'Cause you won't get me to ask." he said confidently and took another bite.

"You want to know why I was so good." said the detective twitching and eyebrow. John's eyes widened, he fixed his stare to the floor and because of that he missed the joking grin on Sherlock's face.

"Wait, that actually was your question?" the younger started laughing loudly. John looked at him dumbfounded. "I wasn't even serious about that! I had no idea what your question was!" The doctor disappeared behind his palms in embarrassment. His partner continued laughing for another moment until he calmed down and started inferring.

"Why did I know how to deal with the situation although I very clearly and obviously had no experience on that field? Honestly I asked myself the same question. I didn't think in that situation and just let go, acted automatically." he confessed amused by himself. He lay a finger under John's chin and made him look up to him. His face was still shaded in a light pink when Sherlock looked at him warm and loving and therefore calming him.

When John was fully calm again and now looked deeply into his partner's eyes, same one started talking again.

In a soft-serious voice he said "I just appear to be a natural" and started chuckling again.

John moaned in embarrassment and turned away offended again. He almost had to laugh at himself because of falling for Sherlock making fun of him. But silently he thought /Just you wait! Your going to laugh on the other side of your face sooner than you'd expect!/

He took a deep breath, pulled himself together, turned around and said serious and determined "Stop it!"

Sherlock was silent immediately, not knowing how to cope with this sudden change of mood and met the former military doctor's stiff eyes with uncertainty.

"One more attempt to make fun of me, I dare you!" he threatened him seriously. Sherlock got goose-bumps at the harsh peremptory tone. His heart beat faster and he could hardly believe himself how much this dominant behaviour appealed to him.

John's eyes were still locked on Sherlock's when he couldn't restrain himself any longer and kissed him passionately. Taken by surprise by his friend Sherlock kissed him back without thinking and felt two strong hands pulling him towards them by his shirt. Breathing fast because of this rough behaviour, he was pulled into a standing position and lugged into his bedroom.

"Close the door!"

"John-"

"Close. The. Door!" John commanded as he pulled him down at his eye level. He might be smaller than Sherlock, but that didn't mean he'd let himself be made subordinate to him.

Sherlock did as he was ordered. His breath becoming more and more flat. Then John pushed his whole weight against him, pinning him to the door. The tight space made it almost impossible to breath and when John started kissing him again, he breathed loudly through his nose. Eventually he wriggled out of the kiss to catch his breath, but was soon taken by his partner again, who at least did him the favour to use shorter kisses, but still not giving him too much space.

John now took his hands off the door and let them slide beneath his lover's shirt to play with his nipples. His lips went to the neck and kissed, nibbled and sucked passionately and demandingly at the sensitive skin. Sherlock moaned voicelessly multiple times. Every attempt to touch John was blocked by same on. He opened Sherlock's shirt unbearably slowly. His hands didn't return to touching his body, but were placed on the door again, which made the younger give a disappointed moan. But John had another plan in mind.

Provocatively slowly he ran hi mouth to his ear, nibbled at the lobe and then murmured "Are you still up to laughing?!". The hot breath stoking from his ear over his neck elicited a moan from Sherlock. Scarcely able to contain himself he was when his friend's lips continued their way down his neck, over the collarbone, to his hard nipples in the same slow motion. He was trembling from arousal, pushed his pelvis forward to John. Now it was his time to moan because Sherlock, in this movement, had pressed his erection against John's since their bodies were so firmly pressed against each other anyhow. John quickly took his trousers off and pressed against Sherlock again, rubbing his erection on the other one's. The thin cloth of his shorts was painfully rubbing and he decided to get rid of them, too.

Sherlock was still standing there in his trousers and John didn't plan to free him from them just yet. Instead he grabbed the bulge and massaged his erection. The younger now released a loud moan and, not knowing what to do, he took a firm grip on his friend's arse, who didn't give any contradiction, but determinedly took one hand and lay it on his cock. His lips then attacked the other's again in a breathless kiss and one hand slipped into the curly hair, the other he laid on the slim hip.

His kisses became more hasty and his moaning became louder at the pumping of the hand on his penis.

When he could barely contain it any more he buried his face in Sherlock's neck, marking him with short kisses and hot breath. A breathless, throaty noise reached Sherlock's ear as the hands on his hip and in his ear tightened their grip. He could barely contain himself any more now and begged John

"John, please! I can't hold it any longer!"

"Oh, really? We'll see!" he said mercilessly. He tore himself away from his friend, pulled him away from the door and pushed him down onto the bed. Sherlock's fingers clenched into the mattress, his face was contorted by lust. John pulled off his trousers, stroking deliberately accidentally over the bulge of Sherlock's shorts, who was panting heavily. John's arousal might be gone, but his lust was still burning deep inside him.

Almost unnoticeable were his hands running over Sherlock's body. The muscles tensing at every touch. He then stroke along Sherlock's arms and pulled them up over the tall man's head

"John!" came a noise of suffering from the mouth right under him.

"Yes Sherlock?" he asked provocatively.

"Please! I can't hold it any longer!" the man writhed.

John licked Sherlock's lower lip seductively, saw the younger clenching his jaws together. He pushed forward his tongue more forcefully until the soft lips finally parted, releasing hot breath into John's face. His whole body was trembling with arousal. The desperate noises from under him and the feeling of power over Sherlock turned him further on. He placed his lips at the pale neck again and very slowly ran his hand over every muscle on his partner's body, down to the shorts, pushed them down a bit and took a firm grip on the erection. He slowly increased the speed in which he pumped the hard cock and let go of Sherlock's hands, due to length of the writhing and stretching body, felt the long fingers grabbing his, now again, hard cock, adjusting the speed to John's.

They drove each other wild until they came almost simultaneously with loud panting.

John rolled onto his back and they lay beside each other breathing heavily. He pushed his arm under Sherlock's head, who turned towards him and John started running his fingers up and down his back. His partner placed soft kisses on his chest.

They fell asleep and didn't wake up until afternoon.