If Romeo and Juliet hadn't died and they had lived together, happily ever after, that would be John and Sherlock. Every day was a thousand kisses and a thousand "I love you"s. John had never been happier and more nervous in his life. On the one hand he had a wonderful loving boyfriend and on the other hand he had a very present amount of hormones that raged through his body at a mere look from said boyfriend. I hate being a teenager John thought miserably. I have no qualms with the whole gay sex thing, it isn't like my arsehole was a virgin or anything, but I'm afraid that in the throes of passion (yes, the throes of passion) that Sherlock may forget his normal caring and….
John sighed heavily, his head leaning on his hand. What is the teacher even talking about? He wondered briefly. He let that thought wander out of his head, as he wondered more about having sex with Sherlock. I wonder if he even wants to have sex with me. John thought, huh. If he doesn't then it's no big deal, I guess. But I really want to have sex with him…kind of…ugh.
Meanwhile, Sherlock was sitting next to John with a similar crisis. I wonder if he'd be more inclined if I told him he could be on top? Maybe he's just scared…or maybe he doesn't want to have sex with me. That's entirely possible. I mean, it could be an entirely plutonic love…But…he kisses so passionately…and I know he sometimes goes off and has a wank in the shower….It's not like I can't hear those sensual whispers through the wall of our room, John….Sherlock looked over at John, remembering the whispers from last night.
"Y-y-yes, oh g-g-god y-yessss."
A shock went up and down Sherlock's spine and heat pooled in his groin. He sighed heavily, stupid transport. John turned to look at Sherlock and raised an eyebrow at him. He shook his head and buried his face in his book.
"A Link is one of the most dangerous things for a vampire." Sherlock read, "It can cause the vampire's rationale to be completely thrown off. The vampire is likely to get in more fights and even fight with people or other vampires it considers family or friend. It is not quite known what happens to a vampire when the human does not reciprocate feelings of love for the vampire. However, it's widely agreed that the vampire is effected in some way."
Ugh. It's the same thing that the other book said. Sherlock thought angrily. What's the point of having all these vampire lore books if they've all got the same information in them! Sherlock flipped the page, hoping the next page would get some sort of new information.
"A Link usually holds a strong emotional bond. However, there is also a strong physical bond."
Sherlock sat up straighter, this is new.
"Generally, a vampire who has a Link will feel strong sexual attraction for the human. It can become painful for the vampire if the attraction is not acted upon. Erections may last unseemly long amounts of time for male vampires and a female vampire may find herself wet between the legs for extremely long times. It is unknown what will happen if a vampire does not act upon the attraction. However, it is known that relief in other ways will not completely relieve the vampire, it will need to have sexual actions with the human that it formed the Link with. There is small rumor that the vampire will, quite literally, explode if they do not have this relief. This is only rumor and not fact. Little else is known about the physical aspect of a Link."
Little else is known! Of course little else is known! Sherlock growled inside his mind. It's not like I can make him have sex with me so I don't explode based off one little rumor. Sherlock sighed again, causing another look from John. He pulled a sheet of paper from his notebook and scribbled "Just learning a bit about the Link. No worries." And passed it to John. John read it quickly and scribbled back "Anything important or interesting?"
"No. Just some rumors."
"Anything we should be worried about?"
"No. They're rumors. Hardly something to worry about."
"Are you sure?"
"Yes, John. I'm sure."
"Ok, I love you."
"I love you too, John."
John tucked the note into his pocket, wanting to keep it forever. He's totally lying. There's something wrong. Oh, well. I'm sure he'll figure it out. He's really brilliant. And beautiful. I love the way those long fingers stroke my hair and face….i wonder what it would be like if those fingers stroked my…John sat bolt upright as he blushed deeply. It was Sherlock's turn to look at John and raise an eyebrow. John shook his head and buried it in his arms. I'm so hopeless.
John was laying bored on his bed while Sherlock took a shower. Uggghhh. So bored. He muttered inside his mind. He turned his head to look over at Sherlock's side of the room. He saw the book Sherlock was reading earlier on his desk. Hmm. Wonder what it says. Sherlock did seem rather frustrated. He rolled off his bed and opened the book to Sherlock's bookmark. Strong sexual attraction? John raised an eyebrow. His eyebrows lifted higher the more he read. Oh my god…that's why he was so upset…oh…He probably didn't want to say anything because he didn't want to pressure me. but if we wait too long…
John snapped the book shut and placed it back on the desk. He could barely breathe; his heart was beating so fast. He gulped in a few deep breaths and sat back on his bed. He managed to calm himself, as he tried to figure out how to go about this. The shower was still going, so if John called to Sherlock he would come out in only a towel or maybe nothing at all. John's penis responded well to that thought. He shakily pulled off his shirt and pants. He took a few more calming breaths. Sherlock will never hurt you. It will be totally fine. He won't hurt you. John smiled and pushed himself farther back on the bed.
"Sherlock, can you come here?" John said clearly.
The shower was off and the door was open before John could say "please". Sherlock stood at the door, water dripping down him, a towel lazily wrapped around him. He stared at John's almost naked form and a tent clearly rose in the towel.
"Wh-what do you need, John?" Sherlock cleared his throat.
"You," John whispered in a deep throaty voice.
Sherlock bounded over to the bed and had John pinned beneath him before he could say "if you don't mind too much". Sherlock was panting heavily in John's face. John looked up at him with complete trust. Sherlock lowered himself, bringing their lips together. He could feel that dead heart of his hammering wildly against his chest. He prodded John's lips with his tongue, willing them to open and allow him in. john brought his tongue out to greet Sherlock's and the tips touched. The spark that ensues had John and Sherlock desperately gripping each other, pulling the other ever closer to them. Both tongues explored their mouths thoroughly, making sure every nook and cranny was swished over and tasted.
Sherlock tugged John's underwear down, briefly untangling their tongues to pull them off. He then trailed kisses up to John's neck and sucked at the sweet spot, right where the shoulder meets the neck. John's hands gipped Sherlock's hair and he panted heavily in Sherlock's ear. He tried stringing together a thought, but he couldn't with the way Sherlock was grinding on his hips. He gasped for air and squeezed his eyes shut. Ohhh…ohh…oh man this is good. Oh wow.
"St-stom-mach o-or b-b-back?" John gasped out.
Sherlock suddenly froze. He pushed himself up to stare at John. John whimpered at the sudden halt.
"What did you say?" Sherlock questioned.
"D-do y-you w-want me o-on m-my b-back or st-stom-mach?" John frowned at him.
"Wait," Sherlock shook his head, "You want me to…be inside you?"
John blushed furiously at the words being said out loud.
"Y-y-y-yes," he managed to sputter out.
Sherlock's cock stretched painfully against John's thigh and warmth spread all through him. He gasped in pleasure, his face lighting up with a grin.
"Are you sure?" Sherlock asked, cautiously.
"Yes," John whispered.
Sherlock looked at him a moment then gently flipped him over, exposing his perfect arse. Sherlock trailed a finger down John's spine, stopping just before John's sweetly puckered hole, which seemed devoid of hair and immensely clean. Apparently John was a very clean person. He hesitated a moment before slowly entering his finger. He expected a gasp from John, but got none. Oh yes. That's right. His ass is no virgin.
"Lift up your ass," Sherlock growled.
John obeyed without hesitation and that just made Sherlock even harder, though he didn't think he could be. When he entered John there was a slight relief of the heat that threatened to consume his body. John gasped only slightly and Sherlock took that to mean he could continue. It seemed mere seconds that Sherlock spent thrusting before he came in large spurts, shuddering and gasping. There were stars in his vision as he shakily lowered himself. John had apparently taken care of himself, as he was now breathing heavily with a large smile on his face and semen on his sheets under him. Sherlock laid himself on his side next to John, unsure of what to say. He'd never had sex with someone he loved before, so the awkward post-orgasm seemed even more awkward.
John on the other hand didn't feel awkward at all. that was so easy. He thought in relief. Quick, simple. Now he'll be ok…thank god. But so messy. Ew. John wrinkled his nose at the feeling of semen on his front and back. I hate cum. It is so nasty. He shuddered slightly and jumped out of the bed. He went to the bathroom and washed himself, thoroughly. He brought a rag and washed Sherlock as well, who just raised a lazy eyebrow at him.
"O-o-off th-the b-bed," John pointed to Sherlock's bed.
Sherlock sighed heavily and slithered off the bed. He walked the few feet to his and plopped down, shoving off the books strew over his pillow. John quickly pulled off his sheets and balled them up. He threw on the floor the end of his bed and picked up his underwear. He slipped them back on and resisted the urge to wash his hands one more time. Instead, he climbed into bed with Sherlock and cuddled up close to him.
"Night, John," Sherlock mumbled, as he threw an arm over John and pulled him close.
"N-night, Sh-sherlock," John whispered.
John stared up at Sherlock's sleeping face. I wonder why he sleeps. He thought suddenly. And his heart beats too. I can feel it now. And he's got a copious amount of sperm…but if he's dead….why does he need these things?...oh well, I'll ask him in the morning. He yawned widely and buried his face in Sherlock's bare chest.
"I love you," he whispered, not expecting an answer.
"I love you too," Sherlock replied, seemingly already asleep.
Little note: Hey my lovlies! Weren't sure if you were going to hear from me, were you? :P Well, according to the feedback ya'll wanted more romance, sooo. More romance and some sex. I didn't detail it too much because I was a little afraid it would distract from the mood of the story. It's a bit long, but most of it is describing and setting the mood, so here you go. Love it or not? Please review. :) Thank you for all your support, I love you all!