Okay, you guys are not going to believe this, I actually have a cist on my wrist from a bust joint or something. So I have to wear a brace. Which means that typing is like 5 times harder. It doesn't hurt to type so im going to keep doing updates, but they might take longer to type up. Sorry for the inconvenience ladies and gents. Anyways, get ready for some sexy times. xoxo


Chapter 9

John wasted no time, he awkwardly but eagerly leaned into Sherlock and kissed him with all the pent up sexual tension that had been building since God knows how long. His eagerness spoke to Sherlock and the detective gladly reciprocated. Sherlock knew that John wanted this; needed this, and he had come to the astonishing realization that he did as well, in his own way. He had meant every word he had told John. John had been the best thing in his life and he wanted to show John how much he cared. He wanted to show him how much he valued him and he knew how he would do it.

Sherlock deepened John's kiss as he pulled John closer to his body. Their bodies rubbed roughly against each other's manhood, one exciting the other. John forced his hips forward into Sherlock's groin which made Sherlock take in a long, deep breath. No noise, just a long slightly unsteady breath. Jesus Christ, even when he's aroused he's calm. John thought in wonder. He was becoming more excited as Sherlock's fingers grazed the top of his pants in almost a playful fashion. John grunted as he thrust his hips forward again. This time Sherlock made the faintest noise, and if John hadn't been listening for it he wouldn't have caught it. Sherlock had ever so quietly said,

"John."

Sherlock had said it in an almost sigh, just a whisper of a breath. John's mind reeled and his body only became more aggressive with the sound of his name from Sherlock's lips. He hadn't realized he had been waiting to hear that, he didn't know he had needed to hear that until now, Sherlock whispering his name with such…desire…was that what it was? Or was it something else? John pulled away from Sherlock a moment and looked up at him. Sherlock had a concerned face for a moment then took John's face in his hands again and kissed him, this time letting his tongue slide past John's reluctant lips and into his warm mouth. Well that cleared up any confusion that John had begun to feel. Sherlock let his hands fall as he and John continued to passionately kiss. Slowly his hands reached for John's belt, John gasped in surprise but did not stop the detective. Sherlock undid the belt; he broke from their kisses long enough to pull the belt from their loops. The sudden break made John almost whine at the loss of Sherlock's lips, he aggressively reached forward and yanked a surprised Sherlock back into his embrace. Sherlock began to unbutton John's jeans and unzip him as John grinded against Sherlock's moving hands.

"John… that is not… helping me." Sherlock grunted in frustration and lust as John continued to grind against his hands and thigh. John tried to apologize but didn't stop his vigorous rubbing against his flat mate. When Sherlock had undid the button and zipper and yanked John's trousers down and let them drop at their feet. John had the sudden urge to kiss Sherlock's neck so he let himself indulge as he began to suck on the taller man's lower neck and collar bone. Sherlock shuddered and cupped his hand over John's groin. He groped firmly onto John's cock through the red fabric and ran his partially closed hand along the impressive length of it. John lurched forward. He hadn't felt like this with any woman he had ever been with. It was different. Sherlock's hand was bigger and stronger and-

Sherlock pulled on John's cock lightly forcing John to come closer to him. Sherlock let go and put both hands on John's head as John continued to suck on Sherlock's collar bone. John began to feel that clothes were an unnecessary item and began to unbutton Sherlock's purple shirt, however halfway down Sherlock found that unbuttoning was too tedious and just yanked the shirt open for John. Various buttons flew from them all over the hallway.

"Mrs. Hudson will be cross with us." John said breathlessly as he looked up at Sherlock with a smirk.

"Let her be." Sherlock retorted as he placed his hands on John's head again, John took the hint and began to kiss and suck on Sherlock's collar bone again. Sherlock removed his hands from John's head and took John's hands in his own. John's palms were sweaty but Sherlock took no mind. He interlocked their fingers together and squeezed John's hand tightly as John began to suck on Sherlock's chest and more importantly his hardened nipple. These sensations were fairly new to Sherlock, for he had had very, very few of these sorts of encounters, especially nothing like this. Like he had with John, nothing so...intimate. Sherlock began to pull John toward him more, away from the front door and toward the stairs. John literally stepped out of his trousers and left them behind as they made their way down the front hall and up the stairs. All the while Sherlock's hand never left John's. That is, until they stumbled into the living room. Sherlock promptly began taking off his trousers as John removed his coat and shirt.

We're really going to do this. John thought with a sigh. He had finally stopped caring what others might think; he and Sherlock were actually going to do this. John had just gotten his shoes off when Sherlock was on him again. Sherlock's chest was smooth as his brushed against John's. Sherlock wrapped his long arms around John and pulled him in close.

"You're heart rate is up." Sherlock stated feeling John's heart pound in his chest.

"Yeah, so is yours." John replied.

"Indeed. It's the blood pumping to our-"

"Sherlock, can we not? You don't have to explain it to me, I am a doctor." John said.

"Yes, that is something I am counting on." Sherlock grinned.


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