Without grace, Sherlock pulled himself up from the dingy wall and called out to Greg.
"You have your man and your weapon, I'm sure you have enough information to put him away, it's hardly beyond you. I'm going home"
Long dark coat swinging behind him, Sherlock took off to hail a cab leaving John stood there, dumbstruck. In that instant John realised that bastard was wearing a stab-proof vest. He didn't even have the courtesy to inform John he would be safe the whole time. Utter bastard. John was mad, even fact John was fuming and was going to have words with that prick when he got home. Cautiously steeping though the crowd of police and public John thrust his way into the open and onto the pavement. Grabbing a waiting cab, he gave his address, sat back and let his anger bubble up more.
Shutting the door behind him, Sherlock proceeded into the living room, shrugging off his coat onto the floor. He took a deep breathe and noted the slight shaking his hands and the increased heart rate - He was anxious. He need his little trick would get a rise out of John, it was just a matter of time before the Doctor walked though the door. Sherlock wondered whether the shouting would come first or a punch to the face for not informing John of his protection. He began to pace the flat. Thinking about the nights events, he started to feel regretment at his actions and slightly guilty, Sherlock had never felt guilty. John was the cause with all these new emotions. Damn that man.
The gentle creak of the front door indicated to Sherlock that John was home. Bracing himself for the on coming fight, Sherlock faced the window and waited. Counting each step John took, Sherlock was becoming more agitated. He just wanted to get this over with, have John shout at him, properly punch him then move on.
John was behind him, waiting for Sherlock to at least turn around and acknowledge him.
"Sherlock. What the hell was that?" John gritted though his teeth.
"Don't know what your talking about John, you really need to be more specific" retorted Sherlock. That response just made John more pissed.
"The stab-proof vest, you wanker. You didn't even tell me. Were you so ignorant, that you could spare a moment to at least let me know? Do you have any idea how I feel? No of course you don't, you emotionless machine. I thought you were dead" John's voice faltered on the last word. With tears threatening to fall, John stared at the floor.
"Don't you even dare say that John. I distinctly remember you saying, 'The flat would be cleaner without you there' so don't give me that shit." Sherlock quickly screamed back.
So he had been hurt by my comment then. John made a mental note to make up for that. Sherlock was just about continue on his rant when John roughly shoved him against the wall. Sherlock was prepared to be at least punched in the face but was shocked when he felt John push himself up against him, and roughly kiss his mouth. Sherlock didn't dare move for fear of this being a figment of his imagination which could disappear at any moment.
" I didn't mean it. I need you, you cured my limp and made me feel useful" John tried to reason with the Detective.
Going in for a another unresponsive kiss, John was worried as to why Sherlock was not even moving. Slightly stepping back, John stared into Sherlock's eyes.
"Why are you doing this to me?" whispered Sherlock to a confused John.
"What do you mean?" said John while stroking the side of Sherlock's face like he was comforting a cat.
"You can't just let me keep getting my hopes up. You call me emotionless, wonder why. Anything is better than continually being hurt by someone like you" Sherlock bitterly spat back.
Sherlock was referring to last couple of weeks. John knew he had been a jerk. Walking out on a virgin who just gave their first blowjob was appalling by John's standards.
"I'm so sorry. Please forgive me, Sherlock. I was a fool. I was too busy thinking about my own sexuality crisis. I was selfish, but please I just need to touch you" sobbed John.
By the end of John's sentence, Sherlock had his eyes closed. But gave a gentle nod for John to proceed. With this John reached out to link his hand with Sherlock's. John rubbed his thumb over the back of Sherlock's hand in a consoling gesture. He also wound his other hand in Sherlock's blackening curls, smoothly massaging Sherlock's head. Claiming Sherlock's lips once again he progressively increased the speed of the kiss, making sure Sherlock was responding to him this time. Rubbing his tongue along Sherlock's bottom lip he hinted at making the kiss more passionate. John didn't care that Sherlock's arms were motionless at his sides, he was just grateful that Sherlock was kissing him back. Their tongues slid together, the heat and wetness was amazing. Both could taste the other, it was glorious. Pulling back, John began to kiss Sherlock's neck, and sucked the pulse point until a purpling bruise could be seen. John could hear Sherlock's breath hitch at this. Smiling, John continued to work his way down until he reached Sherlock's shirt. Looking at Sherlock for approval, John received a short nod and start to undo the tight buttons. Dropping the shirt near the coat on the floor, John nudged Sherlock to the sofa. He had managed to get Sherlock to lay on his back without even given a verbal command. John carefully mounted Sherlock and placed kisses on Sherlock's protruding collarbone, then down his abdomen. He dipped his tongue into Sherlock's navel, causing Sherlock to shiver from pleasure and a deep groan to escape his parted lips.
As John shifted though down Sherlock's body he could feel the other man's erection, tented his suit trousers. This just made John's mouth water at the thought of pulling it out. John delicately unbuttoned and unzipped Sherlock's trousers and tugged them to his ankles. Focusing back onto the silk boxers, John leaned in a placed his nose near Sherlock's erection and lightly kissed though the materials. He could hear Sherlock mutter his name over and over again, almost chanting. Steadily, John released Sherlock's cock from the confinements of the boxers, it sprang free, jutting from the rest of Sherlock's pale body. John took the cock with in his month insistently sucking the glands, while placing a hand under Sherlock's balls. Playing with them just as John would like his to be played with. With his other hand he stroked Sherlock's hips in an effort to stop him from pushing himself futher down John's throat.
"Joh.. John.. Jawn.. I can't. I'm going to. Come." whined Sherlock, eyes rolling back into his head.
With a small pop noise, John pulled off of Sherlock's cock, he wanted him to last longer. "What do you want Sherlock?" urged John.
" I want. I want you to fuck me hard. Now." Sherlock divulged to John. The vulgarity of Sherlock's answer just made John harder. Towing Sherlock from the sofa he made him follow him to his room, striping quickly he practically jumped on Sherlock knocking them onto the bed. Sherlock kicked the rest of his clothing off from his feet and gripped John.
John grabbed some of the lube he used for masturbation and pumped some onto his fingers to warm the clear liquid up.
"I want you to trust me, if you want me to stop, just say so" John let Sherlock know.
Pushing Sherlock's legs open wider, he entered Sherlock with one finger, rubbing his insides trying to find the sweet spot inside Sherlock. The finger felt alien to Sherlock, but felt natural. John hit his prostate with accuracy. Sherlock convulsed in pleasure. He began fucking himself on John's finger trying to hit that spot again. Pulling out, John pushed 2 fingers inside him. Then 3 fingers, until he was fully stretched. Pumping the lube again, John slicked himself up, and breached Sherlock with his rock hard cock.
"Oh god. Sherlock. Your so tight. Ah Fuck. It feels so good" articulated John, with each thrust he distracted Sherlock with a kiss to distract from any pain he might be feeling. Using his other hand, he also wrapped it around Sherlock's reddening cock and began to stroke in time with the thrusts.
"I can't hold on anymore" stated Sherlock.
"Come for me" commanded John.
White sticky semen coated John's hand as he stroked Sherlock into bliss. Following suit, John came inside Sherlock, with blurred vision from such a powerful orgasm. He pulled his softening cock out of Sherlock and collapsed next to him. Wrapping his arms around Sherlock's pale body, John lightly kissed Sherlock's temple as they both drifted into a post sex sleep.