It was after midnight when Sherlock stopped playing. He'd lost track of time again. At first he looked out of the window, the street was calm and the sky was dark. He turned around and faced an equally dark and empty apartment. John was still out with... Scotland Yard. Sherlock wasn't sure how he felt about that. He wasn't sure how he felt about anything. He put the violin down in its case and was just going to the kitchen to make a cup of tea when he heard the door open downstairs. Heavy and rumbling footsteps were walking up the stairs, clearly not sober, John was home. Sherlock opened the door to the living room just to see a glimpse of him before he went up to his room. I'm out in deep water if I'm longing for a glimpse of John before he goes to bed, he thought. John stopped on the stairs when he saw Sherlock in the doorway.

- Hi, John said and licked his lips.

Oh god, why is he licking his lips? He makes it so hard for me not to have feelings for him.

- Hi, Sherlock replied in a deep, low voice.

- How are you? John continued.

His eyes on me, deep, dark and intense, that look is different. He's drunk, but is there more to it?

- I'm fine, Sherlock said. And you?

- I'm fine, all fine.

John licked his lips again and his eyes grew darker.

- You're drunk, Sherlock stated.

John chuckled and looked down. He did not answer. He should say something now. Why isn't he saying anything? Why is he looking at me like that? Sherlock didn't like it. He didn't like it when he didn't know what was going on. He wrinkled his eyebrows and decided to leave.

- Well, goodnight then dr Watson, Sherlock said and started to close the door.

- Sherlock, wait, John said and hurried up the last steps.

Sherlock stopped closing the door and faced John again. John was now stood right in front of him, Sherlock could feel his warm breath. Sherlock froze, the air became thick and he felt dizzy. John was stood so close. Sherlock cold feel the warmth from his body, could feel something vibrating between them. He'd never felt anything like this. It made him breathless with anticipation. He wanted to reach out and touch his face, feel his skin with his fingertips. John looked him deep in the eyes and Sherlock could feel something moving, bubbling inside his gut. Then John reached out and stroked his hand up Sherlock's neck and up into his hair. Sherlock felt it send chills down his spine and all the hairs on his arms stood up. Funny, how the body reacts to touch, he thought. Then he let go and gave in to his feelings. He leaned slightly against John's touch. John didn't let go of his eyes and slowly he leaned in and kissed him. Slowly, gently and full of desire. This took Sherlock by surprise. What is going on? Is he kissing me? Why? What's happening? But just the feeling of John's lips made his body tremble. And without knowing how they got there, soon his hands were in John's hair too. He could feel how soft his hair was under his hands. The kiss increased and got more intense as they moved inside the flat and closed the door behind them. Sherlock could taste John's mouth and his breath. His tongue touched John's and somewhere in his dizzy head he knew that John was drunk.

- You're drunk... Sherlock mumbled inside John's mouth

- Shut up. John mumbled back.

His hands were now under Sherlock's bathrobe, taking it off, taking his shirt off, searching for naked skin. When John's hands reached his skin a sound came from his mouth that he didn't know he could make. A groan of pleasure. In his head small words said to him, they weren't supposed to do this. I shouldn't have feelings for him. But I do have feelings for him. I do love him. Oh god, I love him. And this, can I give this up now? No. It's too sweet. Sherlock let go of his thoughts and he realized that his hands had got a life of their own, they were unbuttoning John's shirt. Now they both stood half naked in front of each other and the kissing stopped. Sherlock looked at John's chest and reach out and touched him gently. When his fingertips touched John's skin a murmur escaped John's lips. It appeared that the slightest touch of Sherlock's fingers took his breath away and made his body tremble. This made Sherlock smile a crooked smile. He liked to hear him sound like that. Sherlock grabbed around John's waist and pulled him closer. He searched for John's mouth and kissed him tenderly. Feeling John's naked chest against his own gave Sherlock an explosion of emotions. John moaned loudly inside his mouth and the emotions increased. He started to kiss him more eagerly.

John's fingers searched up on Sherlock's arms and stopped at his neck, smoothly he played with the small curls on his neck and sent chills through Sherlock's body. He knew how much he wanted John and the desire grew deeper with every breath they took. They were breathing heavily and for a brief moment they stopped kissing. They looked deep into each other's eyes. John's eyes were dark and he challenged Sherlock with his eyes only. With a frown John took his hand and stroked it outside Sherlock's pyjama pants, feeling him. John frowned as Sherlock groaned. He was breathing fast and at the same time he was breathless with anticipation. He yearned for John's touch. John's hand moved from outside the pants to inside them, now really feeling him. At this point Sherlock didn't know how he remained standing, his legs felt weak and his body was trembling, shaking as every thought disappeared. All he felt now was John.

John's hand moved up and down and it was almost more pleasure than Sherlock could handle. His body was revolting and he couldn't recall feeling anything like this ever before. He was feeling everything but he was hungry for more, he wanted more. John pulled down his pants and now there weren't any secrets left, he was standing naked in front of the man he knew he loved. Sherlock was breathing faster and more heavily than John now and John frowned at him, looking at all of him, his naked body. He liked what he saw and his eyes grew darker with desire. John held a firm grip around him, still moving up and down, slowly. Then John searched for Sherlock's mouth and kissed him deeply. He moved down and started to kiss his way down from Sherlock's neck, to his chest, over his belly and further down. Sherlock stopped breathing and moaned loudly when John took him in his mouth. Playing, tasting, teasing, taking him deep and playing with the tip. At this point Sherlock needed to reach out and take a hold of the bookshelf to remain standing.

- John... s-s-stop... Sherlock stuttered, breathing hard, not wanting to come just yet.

John stopped and went back up to Sherlock's mouth, kissing him hard.

Sherlock pulled down John's pants, wanting to feel all of him now. He pressed his body against John's. John was hot and hard and Sherlock wanted to feel him, move him, make him moan. He stroked his hands against John's waist and then he grabbed him in his big hand. When he started to move it John moaned loudly, panting inside his mouth. Sherlock frowned when he heard how he could make John sound just with the movement of his hand. He increased the intensity of his movements and John groaned more than once. Then Sherlock stopped. John opened his eyes and kissed him. Sherlock started to walk backwards and took John with him, his chest against John's, still kissing him. And when they reached the sofa their legs couldn't stand anymore. They ended up tangled around each other. They couldn't stop touching, feeling and kissing. It was all about emotions now. Nothing else mattered. Sherlock was still holding a firm grip around John and John was doing the same to Sherlock. Both moving at the same pace. Sherlock didn't know how long he could take it, it was all too much, all he ever wanted. More than he ever imagined. He didn't know that his body could feel this... alive.

- I want you Sherlock, John moaned inside Sherlock's mouth, inside me. Oh god, just take me.

And that's all that was needed. Sherlock turned John around and pushed inside him. John gasped with pleasure. At first Sherlock was perfectly still but soon he started to move his hips. Being inside John was something new, something amazing and something he wanted to do for the rest of his life. He reached for John and started to move his hand, wanted to help him too. Sherlock couldn't stand it any longer, and neither could John. The feelings took over and their orgasms grew larger. Screaming out their lust. Then everything stood still for a moment. All they could hear was them breathing heavily. They both ended up on the sofa, panting, sweating and sweetly kissing. They were both feeling more alive than they had ever felt before