Chapter 2
...30 minutes later...
Jim ran back by the poolside as Sherlock tried to pull off Johns bomb packs, 'I'm so changeable!' he screeched as he grabbed John around the throat, and reached down to pick up the gun that was laying on the cool white tiles. He pressed it to John's chest, hearing his heart rate quicken. A warmth began to spread through him, and he now knew that he needed to get out before Sherlock noticed his 'small problem' and worked out that this had all been set up, just to get John. He walked backwards towards the exit he had entered from, and as soon as Sherlock was out of sight he grabbed John by the hand, yanking him into the black car that was already there waiting for them.
When both their minds had calmed from the adrenaline rush, Jim cleared his throat quietly, thinking of what to say.
'I needed you, John. In a way that I knew I couldn't share with Sherlock. I get so jealous of you and him, and yet we've never even really had a conversation! I couldn't stand it, do you understand what I am trying to say, pet?'
John licked his lips, willing them to let him speak. He gazed up at Jim who was looking nervous as he stared into his eyes, perhaps regretting the plan he had so longed to fulfil.
Jim looked down at John and smiled menacingly, seemingly gaining back his spirit. 'As long as you do as I say, I'll make you have the time of your life' he chuckled, looking down at John's growing erection.
'A-and if I don't?' Mumbled John, not seriously considering putting up any kind of fight.
'I don't think that will be a problem darling, do you?'
Jim slowly leant in and pressed his lips to Johns, avoiding too much tongue so that he could become used to it. His hand wandered down and squeezed john through his jeans, causing him to close his mouth, suppressing a moan.
He licked gently at Johns lips when the kiss was accepted, surprised by how well this was going so soon. Jim leant back on the leather seat, thinking to himself as the world rushed by and was quiet for the rest of the journey.
John noticed that they were pulling up to a mansion of a house, and he was shoved through the door where an incredible sight met his eyes. 'Oh my fucking god' he whispered looking at the elegant decor, golden arches, platinum art deco images plastered over the walls and classical music playing throughout the house. He was overwhelmed that a consulting criminal had such a considerate, sexy sense of style.
He tried to absorb everything, so he would never forget, because this proved to him that Jim wasn't simply a 'heartless murderer'.
Jim leant against the door frame, arms folded, observing as a small smile grew on his face. He scanned the taut body that was covered by a ragged jumper, and mismatched shoes. He bit his lip, to withhold a groan, and he made a mental note to 'take John shopping'
John was clearly excited by what he had done with this room but he quietly thought to himself 'just wait till you see the bedroom, pet'.