Sherlock looked over the last row of seats just getting a look at the top of his blond head. He certainly had gotten his clues, squirming in his seat. Maybe he had been cruel starting it with Annoying... ly. But it certainly had been fun. And he was annoyingly cute. Sherlock liked playing with him. Mr. 42B with his knitted sweater and blue puppy-dog eyes, and he liked what he saw when he looked at Sherlock too.
Sherlock was waiting for him to make a move, he was sure he would have done it already his eyes were not shy at least. Searching every part of his body with his eyes, trying to casually look back, when your seat was the last certainly wasn't easy, but he managed somehow.
The call button sign went on again. 42B, didn't he know it. He walked over, swaying his hips just a little more than he normally would have. Looking down at him Sherlock ruffled his curls. The look he got just then had made the whole game worth it. Flustered and squirming in his seat, a little blush over his nose. Sherlock smiled at him. "Can I get you anything?"
"Eh, yeah, another one I think."
Sherlocks smile widened a bit. "Sure" he said wiggling his way back into the back. Feeling his eyes watching him. He took out another mini bottle. His goal had not been to get him drunk, but he certainly was heading there if he kept drinking like this. Finding another napkin he took the pen from the top shelf and wrote the number 20.
John got his scotch, and what he wanted even more a napkin. 20, T. His heart almost skipped a beat. C U T. It was dangerous getting your hopes up, but the looks he kept getting made him hope a little.
Was he going to make a move? He felt nervous just thinking about it. How was he going to do it, if he was going to do it at all?
The call button sign blinked again. Sherlock looked, 42B. He was going to get really drunk if he kept going in the tempo, it was a good thing he was cute or he would certainly be annoyed by now, but when he got there 42B didn't look at him, but he handed him a folded napkin and took a deep gulp from his scotch staring at it like it had the answers to the big questions in the universe.
Sherlock smiled, took the napkin and returned to the back. The unfolded the napkin and saw the letter 1 crossed out, 19 written next to it. S. Now this was intriguing. The kitten had claws.
The next napkins he got handed as he went by, 8 and 1. SHA. Walking back up the isle he looked eyes with him. There was a hunger in his eyes, that dampened the glassy look they had gotten from the booze. He passed him, but didn't get another napkin. A little bit irritated he continued walking when he heard him get up behind him following him the last steps to the back. Sherlock stopped and turned around. 42B was standing in the bathroom doorway, the door blocking the view of the rest of the cabin. There were not more than 30 cm between them. 42B stretched out his hand and gave him a napkin.
Sherlock unfolded it. 7. He smiled and looked up, locking eyes with 42B. There was a surge than went through both of them and Sherlock closed the distance between them, lips meeting fast and hard.
Sherlock pushed 42B into the bathroom and closed the door behind them locking it. They were close now, bodies pushed tight together. He could feel every inch of him, and it wasn't little. 42B's hands were on his back, pushing him closer. Sherlock took him by the neck pushing up against the opposite wall. 42Bs hands were on his vest now, unbuttoning, hungry for more skin contact. He wasn't the only one. Sherlock pulled his sweater over his head, as quickly as possible to not loose a second of their lips touching.
It was hot, it was warm, it was sweating and it was good. They were both shirtless now, touching. Oh, it felt so good. His hands found 42Bs belt buckle, unclasping it and the buttons of his pants, pulling them down with his underwear. His cock sprang free in all his glory. Sherlock looked him in the eyes, he was hungry for more and saw that mirrored back at him. He went down on his knees and licked his cock, the moan he got in return was unbelievable. He continued to lick and traced it up and down. 42B leaned closer and closer, he took it all in his mouth now. Moving up and down, moans pushing him forwards eagerly.
Then 42B suddenly put his hands in his curls pulling his head back, looking down on him breathing hard. Sherlock recognized than look, he was about to cum. 42B pulled him up and unbuttoned Sherlocks pants pulling them down with his underwear. Sherlock felt his entire body tingling with anticipation. 42B turned him around pushing him towards the door, fingers touching every part of his body before they went down his back and in between his cheeks. They found his asshole circling it carefully. The spring turned on and off again. The other hand was suddenly there as well, circling in what felt like an eternity, before it finally entered his. A groan of relief escaped Sherlocks mouth, that only made 42B push in even more. In and out, and in and out. One finger, then two, then three. Sherlock was squirming under his control now.
"Do it" he begged. And he heard a giggle behind him, breath in his ear. Then he felt it, hard and thick entering him. He was wonderful, not as gentle as Sherlock would have thought, but that made it even better. Sherlock wanted to scream it was so good. He leaned his head against the bathroom door, but 42B grabbed a handful of his curls pulling his head back, placing his head close to Sherlocks neck, lips barely touching.
Sherlock could feel himself edging closer and closer, before suddenly he exploded with a loud groan. He felt 42B coming as well, a moan in his ear. They stayed like that for a while, 42B leaning on his back, both breathing hard. "John" 42B whispered in his ear.
So that was his name, John. It suited him. Sherlock turned around and held out his arm. "Sherlock" he said and they shook hands. Getting dressed and walking out was a little bit awkward. Nobody turned around and looked, thankfully. 42B, or John, made his way back to his seat. The next time Sherlock passed his seat he was soundly asleep.
John woke up with a smile on his face by the pilot announcing their ascend to London. The fasten seatbelt sign was lit and he tried to turn around to look at Sherlock, but he was restricted by the they had landed everybody got up and tried to take their baggage out of the overhead compartment all at once. Thankfully John was the closest to the back exit and made his way there first. Slipping a napkin to the tall flight attendant as he went by. It had numbers, but also so letters spelling Call me.