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Jumper
John leaned up to kiss him, hands sliding down towards Sebastian's groin, lightly grabbing him through his trousers.
"Mmm, fine start, pet," Sebastian murmured as he kissed tenderly along John's forehead and temple. He had never much seen the point of being tender—it always seemed so dull—but at this moment, he had the strange desire to be gentle with John.
John closed his eyes as Sebastian's lips brushed over his brow. His hands began slowly unbuttoning Sebastian's shirt, pushing it off over his shoulders to expose his bare skin underneath. His hands slide across his muscled torso, his cheek resting against Sebastian's, who hummed into John's hair.
He loved the feeling of John's hands on his skin. He languorously began pulling up John's shirt and jumper, grasping at the skin underneath. John sighed out, his lips parting, eyes closing as Sebastian's warm, rough hands moved over stomach and chest.
Sebastian began unbuckling his own trousers. "I want to try something...but let's get our clothes off first," he smiled, then moved his mouth down to kiss sloppily up John's chest, pulling his clothes up over his head as he did.
John gave a little chuckle. "Sounds like a good starting point." He undid his belt and trousers, kicking them and his pants to the floor and stretched out on the bed as Sebastian yanked off his own pants, already hard. He peeled off his shirt the rest of the way, then sat cross-legged on the bed, pulling John up to kiss him directly. His hand moved along John's cock, pumping it and coaxing it to full hardness. When John's breath quickened, he said, "Get on my lap. Facing or away, whichever is easiest." He reached over and grabbed lube and a condom from his trouser pocket. Always be prepared.
John raised an eyebrow, but nodded, intrigued. He moved to kneel and straddle Sebastian, facing away from him, figuring that would be easiest of the both of them. He also thought it would allow him to push back against Sebastian better, a thought that he rather liked.
Sebastian prepped himself and John, then eased a couple fingers in, then three and finally ventured for a fourth, plumbing John's depths, brushing fingers against his prostate.
John leaned forward, bracing himself on the bed, his hands curled into fists. He moaned, his back arching as Sebastian's fingers moved inside of him. He realized what a strange sensation it really was, and pushed back down on them, fucking himself on the other man's digits.
Sebastian's cock throbbed, and he pulled his fingers out, kissing John's shoulder, then grabbed his hips and steered John onto him, thrusting up a bit, hovering outside of him for one breathless moment before pushing in, easing John back onto him. "Okay?" he panted into John's back.
John closed his eyes and let out a long moan as Sebastian pushed into him, stretching him out. Again, his muscles spasmed around the other man's length, but it didn't hurt quite as bad as the previous day. "Y-yeah," he breathed, wincing a bit.
Sebastian began moving his hips, guiding John's hips up and down, then let his hands travel up around John's chest to touch his pecs, his nipples, his stomach, holding him close against him as they found their rhythm.
John gripped Sebastian's thighs just above the knees to steady himself as he began to buck backwards, riding him. He let out short gasps as Sebastian's hands moved over his chest, and started moving faster.
Sebastian let out a moan, clawing his hands down John's chest, then grabbing ahold of John's cock, beginning to stroke him off. "Johhnn..." he groaned quietly.
John pushed back against Sebastian's cock and then forward into his hand. The stimulation was overwhelming and delicious. He let out another moan and ground against Sebastian's prick.
It was unbelievably hot to have John riding him like this. He panted hard into John's shoulder, biting into it, hand increasing its speed on John's cock, the other hand wrapped possessively around John's chest. "God—John—"
"Unnnngh!" John moved even faster, slamming against him and angling his hips so that Sebastian's dick hit his prostate with every thrust. It wasn't long before John whispered, "I'm close—!"
"So'm I," Sebastian grunted, thrusting his hips up as best as he could, hand tightening on John's cock, twisting as he slid it up and down.
"G-Fuck!" John choked out. His body tensed up, his muscles clenching around Sebastian and he came hard onto his bed sheets. Sebastian pushed in a couple more times, pulling out as he came, releasing a long, satisfied groan. "God—you're fantastic," he grunted, flinging off the condom.
John gasped for air and fell back against Sebastian's chest, resting his cheek on his shoulder. "Mm...you're not so bad yourself, Colonel..."
"Don't lie, dear. I'm fucking amazing," Sebastian grinned, wrapping an arm around John and pulling him close.
John rolled his eyes and ground his hips against Sebastian's cock. "Someone needs to knock you down a couple of pegs, sir," he murmured, closing his eyes, relaxing into his warmth.
"Oooh, and I imagine you think you're up for the job?" Sebastian chuckled. "I'd love to see you try, Johnny." He rested his chin above John's head, then leaned down and playfully bit John's ear. "This tiger can't be tamed."
'I'll remind this 'tiger' that he was rather disappointed when a certain 'Johnny' didn't sleep with him on the first date. Don't tell me that didn't knock you back a bit," he grinned to himself as Sebastian nipped at his ear.
"Oh, so that's what you'd do? Withhold sex from me? I'd like to see you try." Sebastian nuzzled into John's hair. "You were so adorable on that first date. Still adorable, granted, but...damn."
John frowned a bit, "I was not! How was I 'adorable'?!"
"Ah, the little sex kitten doesn't like being called 'adorable?' That makes it even cuter," Sebastian laughed, holding John closer. "You were adorable because you were so very flustered and nervous the whole time. It made me want to fuck your brains out and hear what kinds of noises you'd make. And it was so worth the wait." He leaned down and kissed and bit at the back of John's neck.
John blushed and turned around to straddle him, then grabbed the covers, pulling them up over his shoulders. "Well, I aim to please, although I would hardly consider myself a 'sex kitten.'"
"What do you consider yourself, then?" Sebastian asked, barely suppressing a smile.
"I'm a strapping, intelligent, run of the mill army doctor, of course," John said, raising his eyebrows, ignoring Sebastian's feeble attempt to repress a smile.
"Strapping and intelligent, yes, definitely. Army doctor, hardly to be denied. Run of the mill?" Sebastian pulled John in for a long, lingering kiss. "Not a chance."
John smiled into the kiss, "It's not shameful being ordinary. There's not anything particularly special about me," he said, brushing a hand through the sniper's hair.
"Well, you caught my attention, which is exceptional." He kissed John again, letting a hand brush down John's back to his bum. "But you could never take me. You're a sex kitten, admit it."
John pouted a bit. "And what? You're a sex tiger, then, are you?"
"Can you deny it?" Sebastian raised an eyebrow, then playfully bit John's shoulder.
John rolled his eyes. "Just because you've got a tattoo, doesn't make you a tiger, Sebby." He grinned and nudged his head under Sebastian's chin to kiss and suck at his neck.
Sebastian tensed at the nickname. That was what Jim called him. His "pet name" for his favorite sniper. The pet name he used even when he was punishing Sebastian for a poorly done job, digging knives into his flesh or burning his skin with his own cigarettes or fucking him senselessly like a dog. Once again guilt washed over him as he thought of how he was betraying his boss, the only other person that cared about him. "Don't call me that," he said quietly.
John blinked in surprise, not understanding why. "Oh...okay. Fine." He sat up a bit to look down at him, blanket still over his shoulders, unsure of what to say or do now, wondering if he'd just somehow ruined the whole cuddling mood.
Sebastian wordlessly pulled on the edges of the blanket to bring John back against him, holding him and running a hand through his hair. "Thanks," he murmured, his eyes drifting shut. "Sebastian will do nicely. Or Colonel. Or Tiger..." he laughed sleepily.
"Okay..." John murmured, closing his eyes against the other man's shoulder. Then it dawned on him that that was probably what Moriarty called him. John's skin crawled as he was reminded of the precarious situation he had gotten himself in to. He flexed his jaw, pushing it from his mind. "...Tiger."
Sebastian rumbled happily and combed his fingers through John's hair, massaging his scalp, his other hand rubbing softly against John's chest and stomach.
John hummed at the touched, nuzzling against him. "Mmm...that feels good," he murmured, pressing his lips to Sebastian's shoulder. It seemed strange to him that this could be. How, of all people had they found each other and then liked each other? This whole thing was a nightmare wrapped up in a dream. John felt like no matter what he did someone would eventually get hurt, and he hated having to choose between Sherlock and Sebastian.
"Good. Because I'm not going to stop touching you any time soon. So deal with it," Sebastian mumbled, loving the feeling of naked John wrapped against him. He couldn't remember ever cuddling with anyone before, but this felt so natural and easy. Why did it have to be John? Why couldn't John be someone else? Why did he have to meet Sherlock? Why had Sebastian met Jim? It was stupid, he decided. Stupid. He wouldn't worry about it right now. He refused to let his current happiness be clouded by any more idiotic worries about the future. For now, John was here, and that was what mattered.
John let out a soft chuckle. "Fine, by me, Tiger," he murmured, pressing a few more kisses on the other man's chest. All hell would break loose if Sherlock or Jim ever found out about the other, and he simply didn't want to deal with that. He let his hands slide gently over the other's shoulders and down his thick, toned biceps. He didn't ever want to get out of this bed.
Sebastian continued to caress John until he fell asleep. He hadn't been intending to; he didn't exactly feel at ease in his enemy's flat, but he felt so safe with John that he drifted off anyway.
John smiled softly against his skin and pulled away to press a soft kiss to Sebastian's lips even though the other was asleep. He gently let his hand slide down the side of his face before he moved to the side, to curl up next to him and went to sleep, an arm wrapped possessively around the other.
Sebastian was awoken during the wee hours of the morning by his phone. He groaned and shifted off John, trying not to wake him, but, like him, John was a light sleeper and woke up groggily as Sebastian answered it.
"Where the fuck are you? Get back here. I need you," Jim barked at him. Sebastian blinked and rubbed his eyes. "Now?" "Five minutes ago. MOVE!"
He switched off his phone and hung his head. "Shit." He sighed and leaned over tiredly to kiss John's shoulder, resting his head there for a moment. "Duty calls. Sorry."
John groaned and tried not to think about the fact that "duty" was Jim Moriarty. "Okay...call me tomorrow?" he asked, blearily propping himself up as Sebastian quickly dressed.
"Natch, babe." He said, yanking on his shoes. "Christ, it's a good thing I make the big bucks. I need a fucking cigarette." He leaned down and kissed John, then left. What the hell did Jim want at this time of night? Sebastian stewed over it the whole way back. When he got back to the townhouse, he stepped inside and called for Jim. "You know, if you had a job, some previous planning would be nice! Isn't that what you do? Plan things?" He couldn't keep the irritated edge out of his voice.
Jim stormed down the stairs and into the entryway, holding up the jumper John had been wearing the night he had come over. "What the fuck is this?"