John's eyes went wide as he felt Jim's lips and he tried to take in a breath, but Jim's hand had clamped around his windpipe. He wasn't able to pull away as the back of the chair prevent him from doing so, but he wasn't entirely sure he would even if he could.
Jim let up on John's throat so he could breath, but kept his hand wrapped around it possessively. His lips massaged against John's for a moment before he opened his mouth a bit wider, inviting, not forcing John to do the same. John was frozen up for a moment, his heart stopped in his chest, and then, before he actually knew what he was doing, he was kissing him back.
Jim's heart skipped with delight as John opened his mouth willingly. Oh good, the pet was finally seeing some sense! He hungrily caught John's lips again, sucking briefly before sliding his tongue into John's mouth and pressing it against John's.
John's mind was a whirr of excitement, fear, loathing and need. His confusing mix of emotions was too much, and he tried his best to just empty his head as Jim sucked his tongue into his mouth. He trapped it there for a moment with his teeth, then began running circles over it with the tip of his tongue. John moaned around it, enjoying the feel of it despite himself.
Jim's erection had filled out completely now, and he ran his hands through John's hair, clawing at the scalp, and then pressed closer in his straddle so that his groin was flush with John's.
John took in a small, alarmed, and to his annoyance, pleased gasp as he felt Jim pressed against him. His hands were still on the armrests and he gripped them even tighter. He would go where Jim wanted him to, for now, anyway, but John couldn't bring himself to make any moves without the other's insistence, part of him still not wanting to admit to himself that he wanted this.
Jim pressed kisses into John's neck and throat, beginning to systematically unbutton John's shirt. He licked firmly up John's throat and began sucking and biting on John's ear, his hands finding John's bare, hot skin. He dragged his hands over John's chest and moved to grip John's bare shoulders inside of his shirt.
As Jim's hands moved over him, John could feel himself starting to get hard as well. His breath started to come quicker as his pulse raced and his eyes dilated. And then, his hands were on Jim's hips and he was tilting his head back, closing his eyes.
He seized John's mouth in his again, his breath quickening against John's mouth, and he began ripping the shirt off John's shoulders until it was pooling around John's wrists. His hands now moved to John's belt, making quick work of unbuckling it and whipping it out from his trouser loops. He wrapped it behind John's shoulders and pulled on the ends to force John forward against him as he plunged hungrily into John's mouth.
John let Jim lead as something in the back of his mind yelled at him to stop, but it was a losing battle. John's hands moved up to find Jim's shirt buttons and start undoing them after he loosened the other's silk tie.
Jim tore himself away from John and craned his neck back as John began undoing his clothes, and he gave a soft moan at even those casual touches of John's. He one-handedly unbuttoned and unzipped John's trousers, sliding a hand down to feel at John's erection. He slipped his hand down the waistband of John's pants to grasp the skin, beginning to squeeze and fondle him, fingers trailing down his cock to his balls and prenium, stroking John in a teasing way.
John faltered for a moment, a soft moan escaping his lips and with that, he shut off his brain and let his body take control. This could be anyone. It could be Jim or it could be Cindy Dawlins from 6th Form. He pressed his hips upwards into Jim's hands and pulled Jim's shirt off the rest of the way until it hung loosely at his elbows, but he left the tie.
Jim's breathing sped up, as did his hand, which had taken a firmer hold around John's cock.
John groaned and started on removing Jim's trousers, which moved difficult, seeing as he was sitting in John's lap still.
Jim had baited him this far, he was pleased to see. As an experiment, he suddenly stopped, withdrew his hand from John's trousers, his lips from John's neck, then looked down at John, his eyes blown wide with lust, and raised an eyebrow, waiting to see how John would react.
"Wha—what are you doing? Why did you stop?" John demanded.
"Careful, John, you sound almost frantic," Jim said. "Why? Did you want me to keep going?" he teased.
John was snapped back to reality all of a sudden, he growled and pushed Jim off, standing. "No. Was there anything else you needed or am I free to go?" he said flatly, buttoning his shirt back up.
"John, you're drunk," Jim laughed, standing up and staring at John's still-unzipped fly. "And don't bother trying to deny that you enjoyed that. You didn't want to, but you did. And isn't that the appeal? The danger?"
"I take that as a no." John zipped up and buttoned his trousers. His jolt back to reality had done a thorough job of deflating his erection, thankfully. He snatched up his belt and headed towards the door. He was drunk, but not to the point where he couldn't easily make his way home.
Jim strode over to the door, blocking it. "And you didn't deny what I said." He grabbed a fistful of John's hair and kissed him again, forcefully, his free hand trailing down John's back to clench at one of his bum cheeks.
John resisted the urge to melt against him and pushed him away. "Keep your hands OFF of me!" he growled, looping his belt back into his trousers.
Jim hadn't failed to notice that John had pressed into the kiss for a flicker of a moment before pulling away. "What are you going to do about it if I don't, hmm, Johnny?" Jim said, hooking his fingers into John's trousers, letting his hands graze against John's bare hips as he pulled him close. He leaned in and kissed John again, more forcefully this time. "Get upstairs," he ordered as he yanked his head away, eyes dark.
John glared at him. It was an order, one he knew that if he didn't obey, Jim would carry though with his threats on. He grit his teeth for a moment as he turned to go climb the stairs, anger and excitement simmering inside of him.
Jim smiled and followed John up the stairs, shutting his bedroom door behind him. "That's better, much, much better," he purred, closing the gap between him and John with a few steps, and ran his tongue up the side of John's neck, gripping his biceps. John's shirt was still unbuttoned, so he lazily slid it down John's arms and let it fall from his wrists to the floor, then wrapped his hands around to splay across John's back, pulling him close until their chests were pressing together. He kissed down John's neck and bit between his shoulder and his neck, keeping John close.
John stood stiffly as Jim touched him. He didn't want Jim thinking he enjoyed this, even if some sick, twisted part of him did, because that would mean Jim had won.
Jim noticed with annoyance John's stubborn stiffness, but he could feel John's erection coming back. He moved his hands to press into John's bum, and his lips danced across John's chest to his nipples, which he licked circles around, sucked, and then playfully bit at.
John took in a little, sharp gasp as Jim bit at his nipples, but remained still as possible, his erection a giveaway of the feelings he was trying so desperately to hide.
Jim pulled up in annoyance. "What the fuck is the point of this, John? Making yourself miserable? Is it a matter of pride? You're ashamed of being with me?" He ran a finger thoughtfully down John's chest, noting his hardened nipples. "Or perhaps it's because I raped you. People have such a hard time letting things like that go…"
John's stomach turned. He felt sick.
"Or is it because you can't stand that I read you like a book and told you your darkest thoughts and wishes? I would take this opportunity if I were you. Forget it all. Those pieces you're holding on to...they're only holding you back." He began kissing down John's shoulder, scraping his teeth and sucking at the skin as his lips moved down John bicep. His tongue plunged into the crook of John's elbow, and he grabbed John's wrist as he kissed down the underside of John's forearm to the palms of his hands.
It was all of that. All of that and more. John watched Jim kiss down his arm, not wanting to admit that it felt rather good. "What is the point of this, indeed? You want sex, and you've proven you're more than willing to use force to get it. Why do I need to be consensual? Clearly it doesn't make a difference to you."
"Oh, but it does, John. It does now. I've already taken it from you. Always fun the first time, always boring the second time. The pained screams, the pleading, the looks of panic—you've seen it once, you've seen it a hundred times. And forcing someone to enjoy themselves, I've seen that with you too. Now that was interesting, and much more fun. Watching you completely unravel as you tried desperately to cling to any last shred of dignity you could. Trying soooo hard not to love it. It was delicious."
He unbuckled John's belt once more, then, as he slid it out of John's trouser loops, he circled John, letting the belt fall like a limp snake into his hands. "What I haven't seen, and what I will see, given enough time, is you turning to putty in my hands. I will see you beg for it. Tonight? Probably not. Someday? Yes. And maybe, one day, I'll see you work up the courage and the desire to initiate. Although that, I'm sure, will be a long time coming. You've never taken out your anger on someone through sex, have you, John? I'm sure psychologists would call it very unhealthy for the relationship, blah blah blah, but healthy relationships are so very boring!" He stepped away from John. "So. I'm a patient man. You can leave if you care to. But if you do, you'll have to ask yourself why. Is it really because you're disgusted with me, or are you just too ashamed to admit how you actually feel?"
Jim raised an eyebrow and John didn't move. John was clearly wrestling several things over in his mind, and Jim waited for the cogs in the doctor's brain to work. He wasn't stupid as far as normal people go, but honestly, normal peoples' brains moved at such a glacial speed at the best of times. "I tell you what, John. If you stay, I'll call off the terms of our agreement for the night. That is, you won't be bound to follow my orders, except of course for the order that Sherlock and Sebastian do not get to learn about our little deal. Other than that, if I order you to do something and you don't want to, you can leave." He raised an eyebrow. "How's that for a compromise? I'll even let you set the terms. John Watson, King of the Bedroom. Just for one night. Or you can leave."
John flexed his jaw. Now he couldn't even use Jim's deal as an excuse for staying. It was all down to him. He didn't know what to do and thought of Sebastian. Sebastian, who, according to Jim was out fucking someone already. And the thought suddenly infuriated him. Clearly, he really hadn't ever meant anything to Sebastian if that was all it took. Not even a day to feel bad or get over it, just go out and get a one-night stand right off the bat. John grit his teeth. And did Sebastian really have so little faith in him that he thought John actually wanted to be with Jim? It hurt to think that Sebastian thought John was so shallow. Or maybe John really was just a "fuck toy" for Sebastian. His eyes turned to Jim and he said stiffly, "I'll stay."
"All right, then," Jim said, biting down a grin. He could see hate in John's eyes now, and that was fine. "Tonight is just going to be about enjoying ourselves. Forget the past, John. Don't think about the future. You're the boss tonight—and that's the only, only time you'll ever hear those words from me. So. What do you want to do?" He raised his eyebrow, twirling John's belt in his hand, and let his eyes slide up John's body. It was a nice body—he loved it all the more because it wasn't vainly groomed or toned—it was just a healthy body with a large bullet wound in the shoulder, and the man who it belonged to it was broken, conflicted, and maybe just a bit unpredictable. Maybe he'd snap and kill Jim after all. Not knowing just made it all the more enjoyable.
John paused to think for a moment before he said, "No—don't ask what I want to do, do what you want to do. I don't want to think about taking part in this more than I have to. I'll do it, I'll be an active participant, but I don't want you for one second to think that I am doing this because it's you." No. If Sebastian was going to run off to shag someone, then John was too, and since Jim was here and ready, it might as well be him.
Jim raised an eyebrow. "Fair enough," he said, then gripped John's shoulders, directed him backwards, and shoved him onto the bed. Jim kicked off his shoes and climbed up between John's legs, seizing them one at a time so he could rip off John's shoes and socks. John clearly still loved Sebastian. Why? Jim couldn't understand it. Yet people continued to love people even after they'd been denied, cheated, insulted, abused, all the time. It fascinated Jim. He grinned down at John before he buried his face in John's groin, his hands gripping the backs of John's knees, mouthing and biting over John's groin as he felt it harden once more.
John gasped in surprise and hardened up almost immediately again as the other nipped at him through his trousers. He glanced down at Jim, then dropped his head back onto the bed. This wasn't Jim. This was nobody. This was just a random shag—someone he'd picked up at a bar. And just like that, things began to get easier. John's hands slid down to thread through Jim's dark hair.
Jim wasn't going to hurt John tonight, he decided as he raised his head and ordered John to raise his hips so that he could slide John's trousers and pants down his legs to free his erection. He wasn't going to torture John, although there would be so many words he could say that would stab, and so many ways he could make John's body squirm in pain, lying here, near-naked and vulnerable and far weaker than he probably realized, but tonight he would give John what he wanted: sex. A distraction from Sebastian. And he'd finally see what the big deal with vanilla sex was all about anyway. He'd never bothered trying to have normal sex before. It sounded like a big yawn. But he was fairly tipsy and could perhaps find it interesting. He lowered his mouth to kiss inside John's thighs, his hands gripping their outsides, then kissed up to the very edge of John's groin, tonguing the sensitive skin there.
John arched his back and spread his legs farther apart for Jim. He kept frequenting the thought that this was just a random person and the more he did, the more he relaxed. "Nnngh..."
Jim moved his hands to cup John's arse, then licked up the side of John's cock, then down the other side. He made this same teasing motion again until he finally drew his teeth lightly over the head, tongue teasing at the slit, his hands massaging and groping at John's bum.
"God..." John breathed. His pupils had dilated again, his pulse was racing and he just wanted sex.
Jim smiled to himself as he reached a hand up to squeeze and palm John's balls, then seized a fistful of pubic hair and held onto it painfully as he finally took John into his mouth, sucking and moving his tongue purposefully and firmly against the skin, tracing over the veins as he began to move in and out, pulling John a little bit deeper each time.
John groaned, wincing as Jim grabbed his pubic hair, but immediately began to thrust upwards into the other man's mouth. "Ffffuck...yes—"
Jim growled around John's cock and pinned his hips down with his hands, stroking at John's hip bones as he pulled John deeper and deeper with each bob in and out until his lips were planted around the base and John's cock was nudging the back of his throat, then he began pulling in and out much faster, his tongue sliding along the cock's underside as he sucked, moving one of his hands back over to twist and pump at the base where his mouth could no longer reach. His tongue was everywhere, playing with every inch of it, as he bobbed in and out.
John let out a string of moans and whimpers of pleasure as Jim sucked him off. After a while, John choked out, "St-stop—! I'm close—"
Jim pulled him out with a wet noise. "Well, yes, John, that's the point," he said, dryly. "Or did you not want an orgasm?" He smirked up at John, who was panting and red-faced.
"I want sex, Jim—I want to be fucked, I don't give two shits if you're good at giving head or not—fuck me!" he growled in annoyance.
Jim moved up in surprise. This, he hadn't expected. Bonus for him. He bit John's bottom lip. "Better flip over, then," He said through his teeth, then released John's lips and raised his hips so John could flip over. He leaned over to his bedroom dresser and pulled out some lube, preparing himself quickly.
John flipped over onto his stomach, rather happy that Jim had wanted him to flip over because it meant he didn't have to look at him.
Jim crawled down toward John's feet and yanked his trousers and pants the rest of the way off, leaving John completely bare. He shoved John's legs wide, kissing up his thigh and arse to his back as he pressed a finger into John, curling it up inside of him. He added a second and a third, then, feeling John growing antsy, pulled John hips up at a good angle and thrust into him, moaning and pressing his forehead against John's back.
John let out a cry of relief and pleasure as he slammed into him. "God—yes!" he choked out. His muscles spasmed around Jim and then he slowly pushed back against him, wanting Jim inside of him balls deep.
Jim didn't waste time picking up the pace, pulling in and out of John and thrusting fully into him, fucking him thoroughly. Soon sweat was rolling down his temple as he moved faster, arms growing weak from holding himself up, his breath hitting John's back hotly as he hit against John's prostate over and over again.
John spread his legs wider. It didn't feel like Sebastian inside of him, so he couldn't pretend it was him, but that was just fine with John. Suddenly, though, he wanted more than just getting fucked into the mattress. So, suddenly, he jerked away from Jim, making him fall out and growl in rage. He turned over, grabbed Jim and rolled, putting Jim on his back, then moved to straddle him. John didn't waste any time before he dropped himself down onto Jim's prick and began bouncing up and down, fucking himself on the other man.
Jim was positively stunned as John rolled on top of him and began riding him. He laughed aloud, and his laughter turned into a moan as John rode him viciously. God, this was the best. He tipped his neck back, Adam's apple jutting toward the ceiling, and gripped John's thighs tightly, thrusting his hips up into him. Panting, he slid his hand around the base of his own cock to keep from coming, the other hand going to John's to begin stroking him off. "F-Fuck—" he moaned.
John didn't stop as Jim moved his hands to their cocks, just continued moving, angling his hips so that Jim hit him in just the right spots. He stopped for a minute to catch his breath. He ground his hips downwards, making Jim move inside him, then started slamming back down on him again.
John felt incredible around him. Jim had never been with someone who wanted so badly to be skewered and screwed senseless. It made him feel delirious—he could feel his eyes rolling back in his head. "Unghh—that's it, John—that's it! Yes, you slut!" he growled.
John let out a low, broken moan as he moved up and down. He could feel himself starting to get close, but he wasn't ready to come yet so he pulled up off of Jim yet again. He turned his back to Jim, gave it a moment, then slammed back down onto him, riding him hard.
Jim bit his own lip, his head bumping against the bed with the force of John's movements. He stretched his hands out and gripped John's hips, bucking up to meet John's thrusts, groaning as he buried himself into John again and again.
John panted and groaned. After another minute or so, he turned back around to face Jim. He continued to slam down on him, then, without warning, he shuddered, his muscles clenched around Jim's cock, and he came across his stomach.
Jim groaned in relief as John's muscles clenched around him, yanking on John's hips to pull him out of him before he came hard, yelling. That had been fantastic. If sex was always like that, he'd have it far more often. Why, he'd never get any work done! "Woo! Goodness, Johnny—" he panted, wiping sweat from his forehead. He craned his neck and looked with visible disgust at John's come on his stomach. "Clean that off," he ordered.
John looked down at him flatly. He was sated. "Do it yourself. I'm going home." He moved off of Jim and started pulling his clothes back on. Yes. That had been good. He was still angry and disgusted with himself, but in general, he felt much better.
Jim collapsed, exhausted. "I knew you had that in you, pet. That ferocity. It was on a matter of time before—" He curled his lip and used some tissues to wipe off his stomach. "Well, John. I'll be seeing you," he said, waving flirtatiously from the bed as John dressed.