John blinked in confusion and shock, he didn't move for a minute before it really hit him, and when it did it hit him hard.
Sherlock was kissing him.
Sherlock was kissing him!
John put his hands on Sherlock's chest and pushed him back. And for a moment he couldn't speak again, but when he locked eyes with the confused green eyes before him he turned bright red, "WHAT THE HELL DO YOU THINK YOU'RE DOING?!" John shouted.
It was Sherlock's turn to blink in confusion, "I was kissing you." He stated.
John stood up quickly, made a few nonsensical sounds and spoke, "I know that!"
"Then why did you ask?" Sherlock asked, also standing now.
More nonsense sounds left John, "I- I mean why?" he said, Sherlock had closed the gap between them and took John's jaw in his hands.
"Because I wanted to." Sherlock said, just above a whisper.
John really had no idea what to say as his eyes had to meet Sherlock's, he felt he should say something, anything but once again Sherlock's lips were over top of his and he could do nothing but stand there and let it wash over him.
Sherlock was grieving… he just lost a dear friend, or whatever he wanted to call it…he doesn't really handle emotions well…he was leaning forward?
While John had been trying to rationalize what was happening his eyes had slipped shut and Sherlock had managed to get John back to the couch was leaning forward to get on top of him.
John's eyes snapped open and he pushed Sherlock away again only to see the consulting detective half straddling him, smirking and licking his lips.
"S-Sherlock, listen, I know you confused," John said and paused for breath only to have Sherlock seal his lips again, this time much fiercer.
Sherlock released John's lips and started to kiss the doctor's neck, "I'm not confused." He muttered into John's skin.
John let out a sharp intake of breath as Sherlock nibbled on the skin above his carotid artery. John felt awash in pleasure and it threatened to over take him; it took all of John's strength to push Sherlock off for the third time.
Sherlock looked annoyed, "S-Sherlock," John said and sat up a little more, "W-We can't, I'm not gay."
Sherlock smirked and leaned forward against forcing John to lie back down, "Are you sure?"
John blinked in confusion, "What do you mean? Of course I'm sure."
Sherlock chuckled and while holding himself up with his right hand his left slipped down and took a firm grasp of a bulge forming under the jeans John had on, causing the blonde doctor to let out a strangled moan.
"Are you sure?" Sherlock asked again and leaned back down to kiss John's neck.
John tried to talk himself out of whatever game Sherlock was playing at thinking that maybe this was a sick twisted, pleasurable, mind numbing game.
Sherlock smirked when at last John's mumblings had stopped and he found his way up that striped jumper only to have John sit up again.
"Really John I am getting tired of this." Sherlock said and kissing John again.
"Sherlock I'm not-AH!" John threw his back and Sherlock's fingers just barely grazed John's nipples.
"I think it'd be best if you shut up." Sherlock breathed into John's ear.
John bit his lip and nodded; Sherlock smirked again, he could get used to that face.
Sherlock managed (with very little fuss) to remove John's jumper and toss it to the floor.
"Hey be careful-"John started to complain about the abuse of his favorite jumper but again Sherlock found a way to silence him.
Sherlock kissed from John's neck down to his shoulder and kissed the old bullet wound. John hissed signally Sherlock to move elsewhere. He let his tongue graze down John's chest and circle one of his nipples before taking it into his mouth.
Once again John's head went back with a loud moan that sent shivers down Sherlock's spine. He felt he just had milk more of those sounds out of the doctor, for his own good, someone might snatch John up if they knew those sounds came out of him.
"I can't believe this, I can't believe this," John mumbled over and over again.
"John, I do believe I said shut up." Sherlock said and made short work of unbuttoning John's pants.
"Hey!" John said and pulled his legs away from Sherlock, "Why do you get to keep all your clothes on?"
Sherlock chuckled, "That doesn't seem fair does it?" he said and removed his suit jacket and then shirt, "Better?"
John swallowed and looked at Sherlock; he'd seen his flat mate shirtless before, hell he'd seen him in just a sheet and recently Sherlock had slept in his bed naked, why now did he feel like he'd never seen something he wanted so badly before?
"Finally speechless?" Sherlock chuckled and leaned closer, sealing his lips with John's yet again.
To Sherlock's surprise John started to kiss back. Sherlock pressed his body on top of John's and licked his lips. John, surprised, took a breath and Sherlock took this time to slide into the doctor's mouth and Sherlock felt John shiver underneath him. John was tempted to fight Sherlock for dominance of his own mouth but thinking better of it he slid his tongue into Sherlock's mouth.
John wanted to remember this, the feeling of Sherlock on top of him, inside him and the taste of him. John moved his hands which had be lying down at his sides to tangle in Sherlock's hair. Then, unexpectedly Sherlock began to suck on John's tongue causing the latter to moan inside Sherlock's mouth causing him to shiver. Sherlock released John's tongue and began to attack his neck again.
John moaned and found himself arching into Sherlock with every passing second of this unbearable torture Sherlock was putting him trough. Sherlock bit down harder on carotid artery causing the skin to swell and start to form a bruise which was driving John mad.
"For someone who isn't gay John," Sherlock said and looked up at John as he began to kiss down his chest, "You seem to be enjoying yourself."
"S-Shut up," John said, his face dark red as he watched as Sherlock also brought his hands into the mix, stroking and kissing his body in a horribly unfair manner, "Y-You're too good at this."
Sherlock chuckled and bit softly on one of John's nipples causing John to arch his body sharply and expel another loud moan, "I would say so." He said before kissing John again.
John kissed back again and wrapped his arms around Sherlock's neck to hold him in place for a little while or at least enough time for him to calm down from all the pleasure assaulting his body coming from the taller man.
Sherlock smirked again and kissed John but pressed his hips down onto John's and felt the blonde arch for the umpteenth time and moan but better because it was Sherlock's name that escaped his lips.
"Yes John?" Sherlock chuckled again, weaving himself out of John's arms to bite his neck again.
"Take me." John breathed and dragged his nails down Sherlock's back.
Sherlock shivered but was a little shocked, he pushed off John just a little to give him some space, "What?"
John reached one hand up, pulled Sherlock back down and kissed him intensely, "I want you to take me Sherlock Holmes."
Sherlock blinked in shock then smirked, "If that's what you want Dr. Watson." He said before kissing John again and went down towards his pants with his hands but John caught them.
"If you're bedding me you'd better be doing on a bed." John said with a bit of a glare.
"But of course," Sherlock said and got up followed by pulling John to his feet and smothering him another kiss.
John stood and once again wrapped his arms wound Sherlock's neck and Sherlock's arms went around his waist, both held this position for a short while until Sherlock broke it and started pulling John towards his room.
Sherlock thought all was going well until John pinned him to a wall just before the bedroom.
"John?" Sherlock said just before John kissed him.
John first kissed his lips then started to kiss his neck in a similar way Sherlock had done to him. John placed his hands on either side of Sherlock's sides and kissed him down his chest and to his waist. He stopped, undid Sherlock's pants and licked up to his neck again. John bit down on Sherlock's neck causing him to moan and envy every single woman that ever had the pleasure of John touching them.
John kept biting Sherlock's neck softly causing the blood to stir in his lower parts, for once his mind wasn't going as fast as it normally does and was just caught up in the sensations he was feeling and the pleasure he had placed on John coming back tenfold.
Sherlock pushed John off and then pulled him into his room; John tripped and landed on his back on Sherlock's bed but only half way.
Sherlock chuckled, "Well someone is clumsy,"
"Shut up and get over here." John said and slid his pants off.
Sherlock also slid out of his pants before crawling on top of John and kissing him. John slid his tongue out and forced it into Sherlock's mouth. If he was going to be gay, John thought, he might as well not have Sherlock do all the work.
Sherlock was enjoying the kiss but being the consulting asshole he was he slipped his hand into John's underwear and took hold of his bare cock causing John to let out a strangled moan and arch his body so perfectly.
Furthermore to tease John, Sherlock slowly pumped the doctor's throbbing member, painfully slow and suck on one of John's nipples. He drank in the expression on John's face, reveled in the sounds and let his body react accordingly.
"S-S-Sherlock, p-p-please, s-stop." John panted, toes curling and still in an arch.
"Why?" Sherlock asked and went to John's ear, "Are you close?" he breathed before nibbling on John's ear; the combo broke the doctor who came with the other man's name on his lips.
Sherlock shivered, he did think he'd ever get tired of his name on the other man's lips especially in bed like this.
"That was quick." Sherlock said and started kissing John's neck again.
John quickly flipped Sherlock onto the bed and pinned him, "You weren't playing fair." John said and started to grind into Sherlock causing the detective to hiss and arch slightly into John.
"J-John," Sherlock moaned as the doctor started to kiss his neck and bite down, leaving hickeys and love bites on his neck and collar bone.
John shivered hearing his name roll off Sherlock's tongue like that, he'd heard women do it but nothing compared to when Sherlock did it. When Sherlock bucked his hips or when Sherlock sealed their lips together.
Sherlock flipped and pinned John again he slid his fingers into John's underwear again only instead of toying with his waiting penis he pulled off the garment and threw it to the floor.
"You had better not lose those." John said only to receive another sharp bite to the collar bone.
"Oh be quite." Sherlock mumbled and also threw his underwear to the floor.
Sherlock looked up to see most of the lust faded in John's eyes and replaced by confusion, little fear and a little shame.
"What's wrong?" Sherlock asked and started to kiss John again and nibble John's collar and dragged his nails down his sides.
"A-Ah, S-Sherlock, I don't know how w-we're going to do this." John moaned.
Sherlock pulled back, "This? Well John I'm simply going to put my-"
John put a finger to Sherlock's lips, "I mean we don't have any condoms."
Sherlock reached over to his bedside dresser and pulled out not only a condom but a bottle of lubricant as well.
John groaned, "Why do you have those?"
"It's Mycroft's version of a joke, he actually brought me these once you were moved in." Sherlock said putting the condom on.
"Wonderful, I hardly moved in and your brother already thought we should be shagging." John said miserably and put an arm over his eyes.
"Could you blame him? Everyone we've met has thought we were together." Sherlock said and dibbling some of the oil from the bottle into his hand and circled John's entrance.
"A-Ah Sherlock, I'm not sure I'm ready." John uttered feeling Sherlock rubbing him.
"I'll be as gentle as I can." Sherlock said and a finger slipped into John's ass.
John winced; he gripped the sheets and hissed in pain.
"Shhh, I'm sorry, shhh," Sherlock said and lightly kissed John's face, "Relax John, relax."
John felt himself trust Sherlock and relax and felt the digit inside him move. John had to get used to the odd feeling before Sherlock added another finger and noticed how his insides where heating up.
"A-Ah S-S-Sherlock, w-w-what kind ah, of lube is that?" John panted.
Sherlock kept pumping inside of John with one hand and picked up the discarded bottle with the other, "Heating, is that what you're referring to?"
"AH!" John screamed and bucked his hips, his whole body arching up high as Sherlock hit that special pocket of nerves.
"And there it is." Sherlock said with a smirk slamming his fingers in the same spot causing John to arch upwards again with a loud moan.
"S-Stop messing around!" John panted and wanted to kick Sherlock for toying with him.
Sherlock chuckled and took his fingers out, "I need you to relax." He said and rubbed his now condom covered cock with some of the warming lubricant and slid himself inside the doctor.
John felt himself stretching and breaking, not to mention burning. He bit on his lip to keep from crying out, the more he tried to relax the more the lubricant was warming him up. John's lip started to bleed and quickly Sherlock started to lap up the blood in a comforting motion.
Sherlock was fully sheathed inside of John he kissed him sweetly and let John adjust.
"I-I need to move, are you alright?" Sherlock asked looking down at John.
John nodded and didn't want to move, Sherlock put a bit of sheet in John's mouth, "Bite down on that instead of your lip."
Again John nodded and readied the sheet in the center of his mouth. Sherlock moved his hips back a little at a time, seeing John wince then snapped forward. John let out a moan and arched a little. Sherlock moved back again and then snapped forward, hearing a more comfortable moan leave John he picked up a little speed.
It was horrible unfair, John's body was already hot and tight; the lube Mycroft had given him was heating him to an unbearable limit and he'd only just started.
The sheet in John's mouth was more in his way now; he tossed it aside and pulled Sherlock down to kiss him. Sherlock kept slamming his hips into John's body, keeping their lips together then he broke the kiss.
"Sher- Sherlock." John moaned beneath him and then Sherlock hit his prostate again causing the blonde to scream out in pleasure and arch in that perfect way he did.
Sherlock took John's right leg and put it over his shoulder and laid John on his left side, "Sherlock?" John asked only to have Sherlock slam into John again hitting his prostate.
"Oh god Sherlock!" John shouted, lost in a sea of ecstasy.
Sherlock kept slamming into John, feeling himself getting closer and closer to the edge, the heat, the tightness, John moaning beneath him.
"J-John, I'm close." Sherlock breathed huskily into John's ear.
"S-Sherlock, m-m-me too!" John muttered, it was an amazement in and of its self John could even speak.
Not long after, the assault of his prostate and the husky breath and pants of the tall, dark detective above him John felt all of it leave him as he came hard all over himself and the bed.
"Oh god! Sherlock!" John screamed out in his last breath of orgasm.
Sherlock threw his head back in a moan feeling John tighten and after two or three more thrusts he came inside of his lover.
"J-John!"
The two lay, in the dark, panting in their afterglow, Sherlock waited a moment longer to slide out of John and the other man's leg fell off his shoulder.
John lay in the dark longer, trying to regain all the breath he'd lost while Sherlock discarded the condom in the bathroom.
When Sherlock finally came back he got under his blankets and adjusted John so he could as well. John put his head on Sherlock's chest and listened to the other man's heart beating.
"John," Sherlock said softly in the dark.
"Yes?" John said finding a good place on Sherlock's chest he could rest his head and fall asleep.
"Still think you're not gay?"
John laid there for a moment and sighed, "Shut up Sherlock."
John let himself fall asleep as Sherlock chuckled making his chest move a little.
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