Hello dear readers and reviewers

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Stardancing : I could say I love needy Sherlock and bossy John but I also love bossy Sherlock and needy John... I just can't choose, and well I'm okay with that because they both have strong personalities.
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All right, I promised more sexy time so here it comes.

12 - Shame and shyness

John woke up at 4am it took him a second or two to remember where he was and who was holding him. Who he was holding back. He looked up and, in the dim light, saw Sherlock's face. He looked so peaceful and beautiful. He couldn't help but kiss his jawline then his neck. Sherlock opened his eyes but didn't move, curious to see what would the doctor do next. The detective exhale slowly as he felt John's tongue running it's way up his neck, he gasped when he nibbled his earlobe.

"Awake?" John whispered in Sherlock's ear.

"Yeah..." The detective sighed in answer.

"Am I bothering you?" The doctor kissed lightly his lover's lips.

"No..." John crawled up Sherlock's body and deepened the kiss. He sucked his lover's tongue lazily. The detective's hand run along John's spine.

"John," Sherlock sighed when the doctor broke the kiss "you seem to feel at ease with what we are doing."

"Sherlock, I came in your mouth tonight and I stuck my tongue in yours while I made you come with my hand. I think we are beyond shame and shyness."

The detective rolled them on the bed and pinned John to the mattress.

"John," he started but been cut of by John's face, he was muffling a scream "John? Am I hurting you?" He moved to the doctor's side and put his hand on his lover's cheek "I'm sorry..."

"It's all right Sherlock, I just forgot my bruises, it seems they didn't forget me." The doctor smiled. "Come here," he opened his arms and the detective carefully laid on his side, his head on his lover's shoulder "it seems rough sex isn't for tonight" John chuckled.

"John, don't mock me." The detective said with a frown.

"I'm not mocking you, Sherlock." John said locking eyes with his lover.

Sherlock leaned closer and kissed the doctor with all the passion he was capable of, which means a lot. When they finally parted Sherlock put his mouth on John's ear.

"You're quite bossy in bed." He whispered.

"I'll be as bossy as you'll let me be."

"You don't know what you are signing for." Sherlock licked John's ear.

"Neither do you." The doctor run his hand along his lover's spine scratching lightly. Sherlock growled and gave John another toe curling kiss.

The detective crawled down the blond haired man's body. They were both hard again. Sherlock skipped the teasing and engulfed his lover's cock in his mouth sucking hard. John's right hand turned into fist in the detective's hair tugging hard but Sherlock kept going gripping John's hips and soon the doctor came hard with a loud moan.

"Sherlock..." John was breathless "what do you do to me..."

The detective sat astride John's legs and bent over to kiss him. He took the doctor's hand and put it on his throbbing cock entwining their fingers and stroking roughly.

"Make me come, John." He bit his lover's neck "I want to mark you." He bit again "You are mine."

John stroked faster and put his plaster arm on the back of Sherlock's neck pulling him closer. He kissed him roughly, bit his lips nipped them and stroked, his fingers still entwined with his lover's.

"In my mouth..." John whispered on Sherlock's lips. The detective opened his eyes wide.

"Are you sure?"

"Now!"

Sherlock put his knees on each side of John's waist and grabbed the headboard. The doctor put his right hand on his lover's hip and took him in his mouth. The detective sighed and closed his eyes for a second. John run his tongue on the tip of Sherlock's cock.

"Oh...Fuck...John..."

John grabbed Sherlock's length in his hand and stroked again then he licked his lover's balls.

"John..."

Sherlock's cock twitched and John licked it's tip again. The detective's hands gripped the headboard tighter.

"You want to come?"

"Yes, yes, yes, John please..."

The detective licked, his tongue darting faster on Sherlock's cock tip while he moved his hand faster.

"John, John, JOHN..."

Sherlock promptly moved back as he came and his sperm spread on his lover's chest. He sat on John's lap and bent to kiss him greedily.

"John, that was wonderful."

"For a first, I think I did well."

The detective kissed him again.

"As far as I don't want to spoil the moment, I need a tissue, right now."

Sherlock laughed.

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John fell asleep in his lover's arms.

Sherlock stayed awake amazed by what just happened and the way their lives changed in such a short time. Even with Moriarty on the loose and targeting them he was happy, happier as he's ever been.

He held John closer and closed his eyes inhaling his lover's sent, He didn't know he could have such thoughts but he wanted this to last forever. Him and John forever.

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The doctor opened his eyes somewhere around noon, he was alone in the queen size bed. He rubbed his face with his right hand and sighed. He sat straighter and looked around the place.

"Sherlock?" He croaked then cleared his throat. The bedroom's door opened and Sherlock came in.

"John, you're awake." He crossed the room in three long steps and sat on the bed "Did you sleep well?" He asked stroking the doctor's cheek.

"Yes." John smiled shyly. In spite of the heavy curtains, John was aware it was midday and the room bathed in diffuse light seemed so different that what it was when they first came in, and he felt so different than the night before that an intrusive embarrassment filled his mind.

"What is it John?"

"Nothing, nothing at all."

"I thought you said we were beyond shame and shyness." He stroked his lover's cheek with his thumb again. John leaned closer and kissed the detective's lips lightly.

"I'm not accustomed to feel like I do right now. Awaking with the need of having you in my arms. Saying your name first word in the morning. I'm not ashamed, it's just that it feels new and, sorry to say it out loud, a little scary."

"John," Sherlock laid on the bed at his lover's side "hold me close, my love." And so John did.

Later, after showering and changing into clean clothes, they went downstairs. John was absolutely starving. They entered the dining room and found Mycroft and Anthea sitting at the table. Sherlock's brother was drinking tea and reading the newspapers while Anthea was, as usual, tipping on her blackberry.

"Hello brother," Mycroft smiled obsequiously "John," he nodded and his eyes got caught by the hickey the doctor was wearing on his neck, "did you sleep well?" John's cheeks turned red while Sherlock gave his brother a reproachful look. "Please sit down." The smiling man said gesturing to the chairs that were opposite him on the other side of the table. "You must be starving."

John sat in front of Anthea and Sherlock in front of his brother. The brown woman rip her eyes off her blackberry and gave a frank smile to John, it seemed really off. Obviously everybody was absolutely ill at ease (except Mycroft who looked his usual self and Sherlock who looked more furious than anything).

"Well okay, if we are to stay here for a week maybe we should clarify things a little." John said and everybody's looks turned to him, the little blond man turned a darker shade of red. "Since you heard us on the car yesterday, you know exactly what is happening between your brother and I. No need for innuendoes. I'm quite sure you heard us, if not, be warn we will make some noise on the next nights. I think I've been clear enough. And yes, you are right, I'm absolutely starving."

"We will ask Penelope to move your belongings to my brother's bedroom, it will be more comfortable for you. Do I have to ask the maid to bring your lunch?" Mycroft asked his voice as steady as always.

"This would be great thank you." The doctor answered as if nothing special happened. Sherlock leaned closer and brushed John's lips with his own. The blond haired man put his hand on his lover's neck and kissed him properly. When they looked back to the other side of the table, Mycroft and Anthea were reading their newspapers and blackberry again.

"That was damn sexy..." Sherlock whispered in his lover's ear while stroking his thigh under the table. "Why didn't we hear the explosion?" Sherlock asked his brother. Mycroft put his newspaper down.

"The bomb was a fake."

"No it wasn't, I saw it!"

"It just couldn't explode, the wires weren't connected to the detonator."

"It's insane, why?"

"I think Moriarty wanted to scare you."

Sherlock frowned, he was quite furious, he leaned back on his chair and crossed his arms.

"Why would he do such a thing?" He asked to himself.

The maid came in with a tray full of food she put on the table. Mycroft came back to his reading.

"All right..." John whispered "this will be a pleasant week..." He helped himself with food. "Sherlock eat something."

The detective moved his hand chasing away his lover's words.

"Sherlock," he grabbed the detective's wrist until the man looked at him "eat something." He pushed a plate in front of Sherlock "Please." He put a fork in his lover's hand. "Please."

The brown haired man sighed but put a mushroom on his fork and ate it.

Behind his paper, Mycroft smiled.

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