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Chapter 10

Sherlock had one thing on his mind as his flat mate pulled him close by the elastic band of his underpants. It wasn't his experiments, or his cases. It was just…John. The only thing on Sherlock's incredibly intelligent mind was John Watson. He knew that he had always had a soft spot for him, for some reason he had taken an interest in John when they first met. It had been a usual meeting, one filled with obvious deductions about John and John's over all astonished expression. But before he had left the room that fateful day, he was still debating whether or not to give this stranger the address to 221 B. Something had made up his mind, it wasn't any new evidence or another clue to John's personality. It had been a feeling. And Sherlock never went off of his feelings. But he had with John, and right now he was so very glad he did.

John pulled Sherlock down into another kiss, this one more passionate, needy, hungry and anxious than all the ones before. John was still beyond confused about how this was going to happen but he continued to kiss his flat mate none the less. Sherlock let John's tongue roam in his mouth for a moment or so before he broke.

"Bed." Sherlock instructed gruffly. John obeyed as he followed Sherlock into his bedroom eagerly.

"Lie down." Sherlock ordered. He honestly wasn't exactly sure if he would do this correctly, but he was a genius, he assumed if he just figured it out as they went along, like one of his cases, they would be just fine. John stood at the end of Sherlock's bed facing Sherlock, the back of his legs bumping the edge of the bed. Sherlock promptly pushed John backwards and John fell lightly on his back onto the detective's sheets. John let out a small laugh and smiled as Sherlock followed him, crawling onto him and hovering over his body. Sherlock didn't touch John, not just yet anyways. John looked up and met Sherlock's eyes.

"Are you sure about this John? You don't have any trepidation do you?" Sherlock smirked. John grinned.

"Not this time." replied the doctor with a smugness that Sherlock found interesting and alluring.

Sherlock slowly lowered his body onto John's letting his member brush up against John's as applied pressure to his friend's body ever so delicately. He watched John's expression turn from a smug smirk to one filled with pleasure as his eyes shut. John groaned as his cock ached against Sherlock's. They were both hard now, insanely so. John had never thought that another man's erection could feel so good on his own. But the fabric, it was stopping something even better. John reached for their underwear, but Sherlock stopped him as he placed a hand over John's. John looked up opening his eyes in confusion.

"Not yet." Sherlock said.

He continued to lie down until he was completely on John. There was no space between them. They were one. Sherlock let his head fall just above John's shoulder. Sherlock whispered in John's ear.

"John Watson, I do believe that I have deduced that you are, in fact, sexually attracted to me." He said with a triumphant smile. John let out a chuckle.

"What gave you that idea?" John teased as he reached his arms around to hold onto Sherlock's torso, his very muscular and smooth torso.

Sherlock shrugged in response to John's speculation, but he didn't just shrug. When he moved, his entire body moved. Grinding up against John, their cocks rubbing against each other in such a way that both men let out long groans due to the sensation it provided for the both of them. Sherlock grinded against John again, and again, with each thrust of the detectives hips the more pre-cum came out of both of them. John's red underwear where practically soaked at this point. Sherlock was continually intrigued at how much better this was than anything else he had experienced, aside from solving a case, obviously. This was much more pleasurable than him doing it himself. Sherlock reached down, still in mid-grind and took hold of John's cock. He seized it and would not let go as he rubbed up and down on the shaft through the fabric. John thrust his hips upward into Sherlock, getting another satisfying grunt from the detective.

John thrust again and held up in midair, their bodies still melded together just with John's bum off the bed about an inch. Sherlock pushed back with just as much pressure, with John pressing up and Sherlock pressing down their bodies stiffened at the harmonious friction that they produced between them. Sherlock pushed a bit harder and felt John thump back onto the bed. Sherlock then began to kiss John's neck; he caressed John's inner thighs with his hands as he licked and kissed on the good doctor's neck and chest. Sherlock found that if he sucked on John's nipple or bit him lightly every so often, he could get his friend's hips to rise up again in ecstasy, grinding back into his own erection. Which Sherlock found very gratifying, it was proving that he really could do anything if he put his brilliant mind to it. Even with the little knowledge he had taken the time to obtain.

As Sherlock continued to kiss John's chest, he decided that it would be best for him to help John relieve some of the pressure, or the man might just burst, according to the sounds he was making that is. So Sherlock, with a knowing smirk began to pull the last of John's remaining clothes off of him. Ever so slowly Sherlock pulled the fabric down until John's cock was barely being held down by the soft but sufficiently sturdy red fabric. John's heart skipped a beat and he gasped as Sherlock yanked the cloth down all the way fully exposing John. John's erection sprang to life hitting his lower abdomen and bringing wide eyes to the consulting detective, as if he had just encountered an epiphany of large proportions.

Sherlock had to pause a moment. He didn't know what the average penis size was for a man, it had no relevance in his life, and therefore he hadn't retained such information. That being said, John was big…Even Sherlock knew that. The detective knew he himself was fairly well off in that department as well, but John… Well, let's just say Sherlock was colored impressed…And aroused for that matter. Sherlock sank down John on the bed so that he was eye level with John's belly button. John's cock twitched, just with the knowledge of Sherlock's proximity to his erection. Sherlock glanced up at John with a smirk.

"Can you try and contain yourself John. I am trying to help you." Sherlock teased.

John chuckled making his cock bounce around near Sherlock's intrigued face. Sherlock just hovered near it, not letting the member touch anything. John was becoming impatient after a few excruciatingly long moments. Sherlock watched carefully as John's erection twitched whenever Sherlock's breath presented itself near or on the member, Sherlock was almost mesmerized by John's automatic reactions to him. Maybe he should look more closely into human anatomy when they were done here; it might help with these sorts of situations that presented themselves in the future. Hopefully such a future would exist. Because honestly he was enjoying watching John squirm, so Sherlock would give him something just not what John was waiting for, not just yet… After a moment Sherlock saw a wonderful opportunity to take hold of the slippery tip in between his first finger and thumb.

"Bloody fucking Christ!" John swore loudly, due to the surprise of Sherlock's touch. John's body wretched and he twisted from side to side a moment while Sherlock lightened his hold and began to caress up and down the shaft lightly with the tips of his fingers. John took a deep breath and sighed as Sherlock began to pump him slowly with his entire hand. Sherlock let his fingers and palm slide gracefully over John's member, his pre cum making it slick.

"Oh God, YES." John groaned then clamped his hand over his own mouth. Sherlock looked up at John in confusion. John removed his hand and whispered,

"Is Mrs. Hudson in?" His eyes wide with fear that the elderly women could hear their nefarious actions. Sherlock let out a short chuckle.

"She's visiting a niece I believe; you don't have to worry about your extremely loud curses. No one can hear you. Unless you count the entire block." Sherlock chuckled again and returned his focus back to John's erection. John let out a laugh of relief and amusement. John thought Sherlock to be a not only an intelligent man but a witty one and he very much enjoyed the playful banter with his flat mate as well as the intriguing and enlightening conversations they had. John laughed again. Why was he thinking about such sappy things while he was getting a bloody hand job from his best friend? Beats me. John looked down at Sherlock who seemed extremely focused as he began to pump John harder and faster.

"Sher- Sherlock. S-Slow down." John gasped at the fierceness in Sherlock's grip. John began to spasm in little fits as Sherlock jerked his hand up and down.

"Sherlock you have to stop now, I'm…I'm going to cum." John warned, but these words did not deter the consulting detective from his actions.

"Sherlock!" John felt every movement of Sherlock's hand, it came down to the base near his sensitive balls then back up near the tip then down again. Then Sherlock pumped up to the tip and this time used his thumb to lightly rub the very tip ever so delicately. This made John scream.

"Jesus Fucking Chri- Sherlock! Oh-Ohmm My God, YES. Sherlock, YES." John's hips jerked forward; Sherlock continued to thumb the tip as cum spilled out onto his hand. John writhed side to side a few times, letting an immense amount of cum pour out of him. He had never felt this good in his entire life, not by himself or with any women. This was beyond heavenly, with Sherlock's long fingers coiled around his member and the smell of his best friend's musk in the air. Finally John slumped down onto the bed completely empty. He had never cum that hard and he suddenly felt unbearably tired. Sherlock brought his hand up and examined the remnants of John's orgasm. John watch Sherlock do this with a smirk as he seen that Sherlock had his scientist eyes on as he looked at his hand. John, despite his tired and aching body, sat up on his elbows and with one hand reached up to Sherlock who was now sitting on his knees by John's side. John's hand snaked around the long seductive neck of the consulting detective and pulled him towards him. Sherlock's eyes instantly changed back to one filled with lust, as if he was suddenly remembering, that he too had a large erection underneath his underpants. John pulled Sherlock into a long, slowly, tender kiss and when he broke away Sherlock's eyes were closed and he looked content. John smiled and leaned into the other man's ear.

"I think it's your turn now, don't you think."

Sherlock opened his eyes and looked at John's cheek and whispered back.

"I believe it is doctor."


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