John smiled, kissing Sherlock as he slightly loosened his embrace so the man could do what he pleased.
Am I that transparent?, Sherlock thought. Smiling one last time, he got to his knees, cleaning John's leg. He specially avoided looking at his crotch, or they wouldn't make it to the restaurant.
John laid his head back, smiling. He felt his body react to Sherlock being on his knees, but he ignored it. He ran a hand through Sherlock's curls. He took a bottle of shampoo and poured some on Sherlock's head. He gently ran his fingers through it, making sure not to tug on any set of curls.
Sherlock closed his eyes for a moment, paying all his attention to John's hands. Of course, he had seen the effect of his own touch on John's body… but this moment was so much more than that. He continued to wash his legs, leaning up to kiss John's navel.
John let out a low sound, gently moving his hands around Sherlock's curls. Gods, this was too perfect.
Sherlock kissed up John's stomach, getting up. He looked down at John through the water and leaned down to kiss him, slow and deep, untangling his hands in his soft hair.
John kissed Sherlock deeply, moving his hands to run down the detective's back.
Sherlock finished washing John's hair, and laid his hands in John's hips, silently telling the doctor it was his turn.
John let out a smile, washing the soap from his body. He turned to Sherlock, wrapping his arms around the slender man. He lathered his body in soap, blush on his cheeks.
Sherlock smiled, staring at John intensely. When his hands touched him, his eyes fell closed, and his mouth opened a bit, repressing a moan.
John smiled at Sherlock, kissing the base of his neck and moving on his way down to his legs. He avoided looking at his crotch, knowing how much he wanted him.
Sherlock sighted, looking down at him. He placed one hand on John's head, running his fingers over John's hair. I love you, he thought, not daring to say it out loud and break their moment.
John slowly stood up, placing a kiss on Sherlock's lips. He allowed the water to wash away the suds, his eyes closed as he listened to the other man's heartbeat.
Sherlock kissed John's temple and began to dry them with a towel, rubbing his hair with care. He slid the towel to John's neck and brought him to Sherlock, kissing him.
A chuckle was brought out of John as their lips met. He blushed, looking Sherlock in the eyes.
Staring into John's eyes, Sherlock doubted if eating was really necessary. He smiled and ran one finger over his blushed cheek. "We have to get out", he whispered.
John nodded, taking the towel to gently dry Sherlock's hair and body. He smiled as the curls fell into his face. "Yes," he breathed, "We do."
Sherlock shacked his head to get his curls out of his eyes and stepped out. He took again John's hand and pulled him out. The doctor almost fell and crashed against Sherlock's chest.
John blushed, looking up from being pressed against Sherlock's chest. He felt his heartbeat pick up and smiled.
Sherlock pecked John and headed for the bedroom. In less than 10 minutes, they were walking to Angelo's.
John smiled, holding Sherlock's hand.
They ordered their food and stayed in silence, staring at each other over the table.
John took Sherlock hands in his own. He didn't care of the looks they got, the whispers that went around them.
"People are really going to talk now", Sherlock joked, squeezing his hands, just when the waiter arrived.
John chuckled softly, shrugging. "They always talked before. What's the difference now?"
"Now it's true", he smiled, not even looking at the waiter. They began eating, looking at each other.
John chuckled softly into his food. "Sherlock," he said softly after the silence, "What do you plan to do?"
Sherlock frowned. Plan? For tonight, or for their relationship in general? "Plan?", he asked.
John swallowed the bit of food in his mouth, taking a drink to buy himself some time and thought. "Well, I mean...in general. Our relationship. Tonight. The future."
Oh, everything, then, Sherlock thought. Of course, John wanted to be reassured that he was serious with their relationship. "I plan of being with you for the rest of my life, if you want me", he breathed. "The future… I guess I will return to my job. And tonight, I told you before. I want you to take me", he said, blushing at the last part.
John nodded, avoiding Sherlock's eyes. He let the words sink in. He was nervous, embarrassed. Nervous for Sherlock wanting him and embarrassed he had made Sherlock repeat himself. "Are you sure...? About everything Sherlock." He let a sigh slip from him. "I want to spend the rest of my life with you as well, but...your job? Who knows your alive besides me?" He avoided the last part, letting the blush speak for itself.
Dam. He had made John feel nervous. What had he done wrong? He squeezed his hand, trying to calm him. "I am completely sure, John. Mycroft knows and… Molly", he said. "I won't return to my job tomorrow. It will take a while, but I will", he said. Was John opposed to that? Or maybe he didn't want to take him…
John let the breath he was holding go. He squeezed Sherlock's hand, a smile on his face. "It's okay. You don't have to return right away. Mycroft...he's been paying the rent after I quit.." he said softly, "And Molly? No wonder she refused to come around me.."
"She did want to tell you, but I didn't allow her", he said. "I asked Mycroft to pay the rent. I wanted you to stay in 221B", he confessed. "You don't want me to work again", he guessed. "You think I'll get hurt"
John stroked Sherlock's hands gently. "I would've staid regardless and I don't think Mrs. Hudson would've kicked me out. Even if I couldn't pay rent." He let out a soft sigh. "No, Sherlock. I do. I'm serious. I want you to work-but I want to join you. If that's okay."
If that's okay?! John was specially slow tonight. "I won't work again if you are not with me", he said, frowning. Wasn't it obvious? "You are the best part of it. No one has called me brilliant in the last years", he complained, pouting.
John chuckled, a smile on his lips. "Well," he said slowly and softly, "You are brilliant. You know you are. You /died/ just to save my life. You saved me twice Sherlock." He smiled, kissing Sherlock's hand.
Sherlock blushed. He had been teasing, but if John complimented him right now, he wasn't going to complain. He ran his finger over John's lips. "Twice?"
John allowed the blush to rise as he looked into the man's eyes. "When we first met, of course and...when you jumped." The words were hard to say, but Sherlock deserved to know.
Sherlock nodded. He knew that had been hard to say for him… but John needed to get used to the idea. "You saved me too", he muttered. "I didn't know what to do. I wanted to move, but I didn't have money. I was into everything I could get, smoking, drugs… but, with you, I… didn't need to"
John let the smile creep across his face. "Sherlock," he said softly, letting the name purr over his tongue, "I am your drug from now on. You do not need to do any of this. Hurt yourself because-because of your stimulating mind."
Sherlock shivered. John purring was… fascinating. John ordering him was just too much. "Stimulate me, then", he said in his deep baritone voice.
John allowed the shiver to fill his body, control his mind before he grinned. Gods, that voice, his deep voice. Ordering him, damn it was almost too much. "How would you like me to do that?" he purred softly.
Sherlock bit his lips, looking at John's mouth and then back up to his darkened blue eyes. How? God, that was a dangerous question. He smirked, leaning forward so they were closer. "Anyhow you want, captain"
John leaned into Sherlock, their foreheads touching. Captain, calling him captain. That did it. He bit his lip hard to stop any sound coming from him. In public. "That's very hard to think of in public, Sherlock. Do even act upon, Sherlock. Without...doing it." He let the words roll out of his mouth. He likes being ordered, eh? "Order the rest of this to go. And we will /walk/ home."
Oh. That was all Sherlock could really think. He swallowed and blushed hard, his mouth slightly opened. "Jimmy!", he called the waiter, his heart beating fast. They both got their coats on and began walking back to 221. A million images ran in Sherlock's head as he took John's hand in his. He couldn't even imaging what they would do once they arrived home.
He squeezed Sherlock's hands, nearly chuckling at his reaction. "Good boy," purred John with a grin. They walked together, a bit slow. "When we get home, go straight into our room. Strip." He said the word soft, but with authority in it,
Oh, God. Was he even going to make it home without coming in his pants? Sherlock breathed faster and he closed his eyes to calm himself. "Yes, sir", he nodded in a submissive tone, looking at John
John bit his lip harder. "Good boy, Sherlock, good boy," he purred softly. They were on Baker Street by now.
Sherlock bit his lip to keep himself from moaning. In a flash, he opened the door and climbed up the stairs. He got to his room before John, and he strip as his doctor had ordered him to. Breathing hard, he stayed in the center of the room, waiting for John.
John smiled to himself as he heard Sherlock upstairs. He made sure to take his time in making it up the stairs before slowly going into their room. He looked Sherlock over fast then carefully, taking in every detail. He walked around him as if a statue, allowing the grin to stretch over his face. "Sherlock, has no one told you that you are beautiful? So gorgeous? I could simply stare at you all day and never, ever get bored."
Sherlock swallowed, not moving an inch, as John studied him. John was staring at him like he was going to eat Sherlock alive. Not that he would mind, of course. Sherlock shook his head in silence, because no, no one has ever told him that. Freak, ugly, yes. But beautiful?
John moved quickly and was in Sherlock's face, reading his eyes. He licked his lips, watching Sherlock's reaction. "Because you are," he continued, "Absolutely beautiful. You're perfect. Every little detail of your body, Sherlock. Every little movement you make. Your mind is brilliant, you are everything. And you are mine." He growled the last word, meeting Sherlock's eyes.
Sherlock blushed from head to toe. He felt the urge to close his eyes, but he didn't want to stare away from John's heated eyes. He was so hard by now, it almost hurt. Being naked in front of John should have been awkward, but he was glad he had removed his clothes by now. Sherlock was beginning to feel far too warm right then. He nodded this time, bowing his head a little in submission.
John let out a smile. He moved really close to Sherlock, feeling the heat. He could smell him. Gods, he smelled divine. He gently laid a kiss, a soft kiss on Sherlock's lips, moving down his jaw line and to his neck. He bit his neck gently, allowing his cool tongue to travel over the red marked skin.
Sherlock held his breath as John moved closer. He tried to deepen the kiss, but John had already moved to his neck, making his gasp. He closed his eyes now, paying all his attention to John's touch. All he wanted to do was take John to the bed and remove all his cloths, but John didn't order that, so he stayed still, waiting. The feel of John's tongue was too much, and he moaned out loud. "Mm John…"
"Ah, no sound, Sherlock," he ordered in a low voice in the Detective's ear, "No movement. No sound." He bit Sherlock's shoulder, allowing the red mark to show. He licked it gently again, loving the way Sherlock's body trembled. Gods, he was hard, he could feel it against his leg. He looked down, seeing Sherlock's cock.
Sherlock bit his lip to do what John's said. His body shook completely as John bit and licked him, but otherwise he didn't move. He ached to move toward John and press himself against him, to get some friction, but he didn't want to upset him. When John looked down, Sherlock stop breathing, nervous, trying to guess John's next move.
John knelt down suddenly, taking Sherlock's length in his mouth. He licked the head gently, sucking. Gods, Sherlock tasted good. He took his whole length down his throat, sucking him. Gods, he wanted more, needed more. He wanted Sherlock.
"J-", Sherlock almost moaned, his hands reaching for John's head. His eyes went wide and he began to breath faster. He growled deep in his throat when John took all of him. He could barely stand up. His knees shook dangerously, daring to give up.
John pulled away quickly, a grin on his face. Gods, he loved to tease Sherlock. "Undress me," he said simply, "And do not be quick about it." He allowed the blush on his cheeks, looking Sherlock over.
God, back to the orders, apparently. Sherlock lifted his hands and took John's coat off, dropping him to the floor. His hands flew then to the base of his jumper, but John had asked for slow. His fingers teased John's skin under his jumper, playing with the waistband of his trouser. He dug one finger in until he brushed John's pubic hair, and then retired immediately, getting the jumper over John's head.
John bit back a moan. Christ, Sherlock was teasing him. Just like he teased Sherlock. He watched the jumper fall to the floor with a grin.
John was grinning. He had to try harder. When the jumper was off, he began to unbutton his shirt with shaky fingers. He leaned down then, and kissed John's chest, going lower as the buttons were undone. When he arrived to the last, he fell to his knees and looked up. He got John's trouser lower on his hips, and licked all the way from one hip to another with the tip of his tongue.
John bit back a moan, allowing his body to tremble. "Sherlock," he said through gritted teeth. Christ, it felt good, torture, teasing. He reached down to try to undo his trousers, lowing them.
Sherlock took hold of the trousers, keeping them where they were. He smirked up at John. "Slow, John", he purred. He kissed his navel and slipped down the zipper as slow as he could. When it was completely down, he lowered the trousers and they fell to John's feet, leaving him in his underwear and his open shirt. Sherlock leaned forward and licked John through the thin layer.
John let out a soft moan, gripping Sherlock's hair gently. He slipped his shirt off, closing his eyes. "Sherlock," he moaned softly.
Sherlock smiled before getting down John's underwear, revealing him. Licking his lips, he leaned forward and took John all the way down his throat, growling. He went back up, his teeth grazing slightly John's member. Before the doctor could protest, he stood up, looking down at him. "You are undress now"
John let out a gasp, having to grasp Sherlock to stand up right. "R-right," he said, the blood rushing up to his face. He cleared his throat and closed his eyes. "Right, yes," he said again, attempting to return his fuzzy mind to normal.
"Mhm", Sherlock murmured, smirking. John wasn't grinning now, was he? "Where do you want me?", he asked in a silky voice, pretending to be completely relaxed… but he was scared to death right. It was his first time, after all.
John smiled, looking Sherlock over. "Lay down, please." He saw the look in his eyes. "Calm down."
Sherlock did as he was told, breathing deep. He tried to relax, but he was tense all over. He reached a hand to John, trying to catch him. "Com'here", he muttered.
John gently moved to Sherlock, laying them on the bed. He felt nervous nearly as much as Sherlock felt.
Sherlock kissed John sweetly, pulling him on top of Sherlock gently. He spread his legs open to give some space for the doctor. "Please, John"
John kissed Sherlock, hoping he didn't look as nervous as Sherlock felt. He kissed his way down his neck, chest, and stomach, stopping when he came to face his member. He smiled up at Sherlock.
Sherlock looked down and tried to smile… failing miserably. He was so nervous he couldn't even control his body. He could tell John was just like he was, but he didn't comment anything. "John..", he moaned in a pleading tone.
John smiled very softly and took Sherlock into his mouth. He needed Sherlock to relax, to trust him. He took Sherlock's member in his mouth, humming softly to enhance the vibration. He knew he loved it.
"Oh god", Sherlock murmured, closing his eyes for a second. He looked down at John, his mouth slightly opened. John was moaning around him, it was just… "I can't even think", he breathed, his hand reaching for John's soft hair.
John could feel himself smiling as he slowly pulled away. "That's what I want," he whispered, kissing Sherlock's lips and moving to his shoulder, his chest, "I need you to relax. This will be painful if not."
Sherlock nodded, trying to do what John said. He was trembling all over, however. /Stop it, this is John/, he thought. He trusted him with everything. No reason be nervous. He felt his body relax almost immediately. "I trust you"
John smiled, seeing how Sherlock relaxed. He grabbed the bottle of lube from the table and gently placed a good amount on his hand, his fingers. He arranged Sherlock how he needed and gently rubbed outside of the hole he needed. He looked at Sherlock, waiting for permission.
Sherlock shivered at John touch, gasping. When his eyes met John's blue ones, he nodded again nervously. "Please, John", he moaned. He needed him to be as close as possible. Right now.