AN: Hello:) This one is a bit more rude.. than others. It is more passionate even though I don't usually write Johnlock like this. I just wanted to try it and test my abilities. It's not particulary graphic there's just some heavy snogging and some shirtless-ness. So quite mundane compared to some of the fanfictions I've read:3
You don't have to read it if you don't want to. I don't want anyone to read anything they are uncomfortable with.
Erin:)
Born:
John and Sherlock were having one of those days. Those days where everything the other does is incredibly sexy. Sherlock biting the end of a pen as he works nearly causes John to jump on him. Then when John is eating a banana it takes all of the dark haired man's self restraint to stop him from dragging John over to him and kissing him. They are both avoiding touching each other because they both know that if they start anything they won't be able to stop. Neither of them wants to do anything.. sexual yet as it would be Sherlock's first time and John didn't feel completely comfortable with the idea of sleeping with another man.
He was used to 'being in charge' in the bedroom when he slept with women and he didn't know how Sherlock would react to his dominance.
Also because it would be Sherlock's first time John wanted it to be somewhat romantic. Sherlock didn't care for sentiment but John wanted his flat mate to lose his virginity in a nice way, not some drunken sex in the back of a van like what had happened to him.
Sherlock didn't really want to have sex at the moment, he had told John and said that of John had a problem with his decision he wouldn't mind breaking up with him. John had just laughed and kissed Sherlock's nose saying that he didn't care whether they would have sex or not.
How wrong the ex-army doctor had been. Right now, while Sherlock tantalising nibbles the end of his pen John can't imagine anything more fulfilling than having sex with his beautiful boyfriend.
But he waits and holds it in because Sherlock doesn't want to have sex.
However as strong willed as both of them are they do end up kissing. They fall onto the sofa, kissing passionately, tangling together into one big ball of John-and-Sherlock. The shorter man runs his hands through the detectives hair, rolling on top of him. Sherlock pulls John's head forward, filling any space with John's warmth. All they could feel was each other. John's taste on Sherlock's tongue, Sherlock's scent invading John's nose. Their heavy breathing filling each other's ears. John slips out of his shirt, unbuttoning Sherlock's to run his hands across his detectives muscly chest. The dark haired man moans slightly, pulling away from the kiss and biting John's neck.
Then a loud ring interrupts their moment. John groans and grabs his phone. Lestrade.
"Hello-oo." He says, voice going up at the end because Sherlock has began to kiss up and down his chest. The dark haired man looks up at John, smirking, enjoying John's embarrassment as he tries desperately to talk to Lestrade without making strange noises.
As he hangs up he snacks Sherlock lightly in the chest, rolling off him and pulling his shirt back on. The tall, dark haired detective stayed on the couch, looking puzzled.
"We've got a case." John said, throwing Sherlock his coat. The dark haired man grumbled and began to slowly button up his shirt, cursing Lestrade for ever being born.