I like things to be oblique, a little oblique (tell the truth, but tell it slant - you know the deal) - so, I don't think I was awfully successful here, but still fun, I think? Let me know. Sexiness, johnlock, sherlolly, johnolly - ...now I've said too much.

Shy Boy

John woke. What brought him to wakefulness, he wondered? He was sure he was deeply dreaming only a moment ago. Something about a beach and floating above the sand and water. Now, he saw it was morning. The sun was slicing through the curtains. Was it the light? He closed his eyes and tried to drift back into a slumber. He was just beginning to breathe deeply and regularly, when there it was, movement in the bed, he turned his body fully to the opposite side.

Sherlock was turned toward him, his mouth slightly parted, his eyes heavily lidded. When John turned around though, their eyes met and held. Sherlock's hand was on Molly's head as it bobbed slowly up and down in his lap, and he was taking quick short breaths intermittently between more regular breathing clearly reaching a plateau. Even though the three of them had been sleeping together for some weeks, John was unprepared for this sight and found himself momentarily stunned by the purely innocent sexuality of the moment. Like catching sight of a pair of wild panthers in heat. When Sherlock caught John's eye he smiled slightly.

"Good morning, John," Sherlock's baritone was a little husky.

"Hmmm," John smiled. "Good for you so far, hmmm?"

"Yes, ah, ah, sorry, we didn't meant to – ah, wake you. John."

"Hmmm?" John said.

Sherlock moved slightly closer, as if to say something to John quietly.

"What is it?" asked John as he watched a wave of pleasure register on Sherlock's face.

"Ah, Molly," he said and Sherlock closed his eyes and smiled, and moved slightly closer to John. John watched Molly moving, stroking Sherlock's flank and chest with her hands, slowly, slowly increasing the pace of her mouth, continuing to elicit appreciative sounds from Sherlock. John put his hand on her head, too, stroking her hair, and in doing so, touched Sherlock's fingers unselfconsciously.

"Ahhh," a particularly lovely moment made Sherlock open is eyes again, and lock eyes with his friend, they were nose to nose. Sherlock reached his hand out to John and grazed his hair and cheek, he's letting me, thought Sherlock. Then slowly Sherlock reached around to hold and stroke the back of John's neck. John smiled, relaxed.

Will he let me? Sherlock wondered. Is he just relaxed for the moment, or will I be able to manage it? Will I frighten him off?

Sherlock leaned in, intending to only lightly graze John's neck with his mouth, salty or sweet, he wondered - but John moved away before he could make contact.

"Ah, ah," John smiled.

Sherlock raised his head slightly.

"Oh, shy. That's rather, ah rather attractive, however -" Sherlock smiled. "Why are you being shy with me, John?" He leaned toward the doctor again, carefully, but John, leaned back away, just out of reach.

"Um, I don't –"

"Why are you so shy with me? Hmm? Molly? Molly, love, John's being shy with me."

Molly popped up from Sherlock's legs and looked at John, her face red with effort, her hair a crazy lace partially obscuring her face.

"What, what's he done? What is it John?"

"Nothing, everything's fine," John reddened somewhat.

Oh, what a lovely flush, I want to lick that all over - thought Sherlock.

"You see, he's embarrassed because he knows it's silly." Sherlock said aloud. "Molly, I just want to – I just leaned over to – God, John, I've had your cock in my mouth, what's the problem? I just want to touch you a little while Molly is - being so lovely."

"Oh," said Molly, "I see. Well, I can't help you there, that's for you boys to figure out, I'm afraid. But I do see his point, after all, John. We're all – well, we're all here.

"Indeed," said Sherlock, "and it was you that brought us here, wasn't it? Well, both of you. And frankly, I -, I want more of it. I want more of you John." Sherlock realized he was getting a little stentorian and tried to soften his tone. "I'm sorry, don't want to frighten you, but, now I find this is getting a little silly, I just want to touch you a little."

"Well, it's early days, Sherlock." Molly said. "I think we can give him a little more time, don't you?"

"Give me?" John was indignant, then softened and said with some hesitation, "You can touch me, touch me all you want, but you –" He couldn't finish.

Sherlock finished for him. "I want to kiss you. There. It's said. I want to kiss you. John, this is a mad discussion. We're sleeping together all of us. It's just us. John, it's just me. Me and Molly. No one's here watching and there are no labels in my bed." Sherlock reached out, pulling himself closer to John, gently, gently touching his face, tracing his lips with his fingers and John let him. Hmmm, he's letting me do this . . .

Molly let Sherlock's's cock slip out of her mouth with an audible pop.

"Your sheets are Armani, Sherlock," Molly reminded him.

"That's not what I - agh, Molly, not helping."

Molly continued to stroke Sherlock with her hand as she spoke.

"I agree with you completely, Sherlock, and believe me, I'm dying to watch -"

"What?" John was a little alarmed. Sherlock grinned, victoriously, Molly continued.

"But John's not ready, we'll have to wait for him a little, hmm?" And Molly started to trail kisses across Sherlock's chest and back down to where she'd been occupied a moment before.

"No, no, Molly, let's pay a little attention to John, hmm? Yes, this morning let's pay more attention to John." With this Sherlock directed Molly's shoulders turning her around in John's direction.

"Ok," Molly shrugged with a smile, and brought her mouth down on John's semi hard erection with a hum. John hissed at the unexpected but welcome contact, and closed his eyes, tensing up, and then relaxing. He opened them quickly, however, when he felt movement in the bed as Sherlock repositioned himself to more closely face John. Sherlock lowered his mouth to John's ear and whispered liquidly.

"John, my dear friend, you're always on the edge of the bed watching us, aren't you? I don't know if I've seen you make love to Molly more than a few times - why is that?

"Whispering? Secrets? Something you don't want me to hear?" Molly looked up from where she lay with her head across John's abs.

"No, love, Sherlock's just trying to be - ah, sexy - he's just complaining that I sit at the edge of the bed too much, that you and I -"

"Oh, I see, well, he's right, John."

"We have more time together than you think, Sherlock, when you're occupied. When we're with you we want you to - ." John trailed off.

"Ah, I see. Well - I don't mind, I assure, you, but I want you to - you spend a lot of effort assuring that I'll feel - hmmm, good - I just want to - John, I want to do the same for you, yes? - I want us - I mean, I thought you - When you said you wanted to share - perhaps I imagined - hmmm, more sharing - than you did?"

John smiled bashfully, and chuckled.

"I suppose so." said John.

"Oh. I see. But, you don't physically run away, do you? You're still in the room, aren't you?"

John kept a smile on his face, his gaze averted.

"You realize you're turning me on, just doing that smiling-gaze-averted thing."

"Ahaha."

"And that. Oh my god. But, all right. I get it. You're not ready, of course, I can see that. I'm sorry to be so - direct - You knew, surely that you were getting into bed with an obsessive, yes? But, I'll back off, all right? - But surely you can just let me touch, you, hmm? Try to relax. I promise not to kiss you, all right, since that would just be too terrible."

He stroked John's hair with his fingers, traced his ear, and jaw line, and ever so lightly, his chin, and the outline of his lips.

"Um, I –"

"Shhhhh. I'm only touching you, hmmm? I promise. You'll let me, won't you? Say you will."

"I, uh-"

"Shhhhh, just let me do this?"

"Ahhh, Sherlock - Molly –" John's eyes closed with a wave of pleasure.

"That's right, just let go, concentrate on Molly."

Sherlock continued to trace John's lips, then his cheek, and ran his fingers down John's throat, greedily savoring every moment of contact, while John's attention was split between his friend and wife. John's breathing shortened with Molly's quickened efforts. John's hand was laced in her hair and gripped her head in place, guiding her gently as her sweet wet mouth bobbed up and down on his cock, now rock hard with desire. Sherlock was now inspecting John's ear, delicately running his finger tips along the ridges and valleys, stopping to pull the earlobe ever so slightly, running his fingers behind the ear, and then through John's hair, and pulling gently.

"Ahhh-"

"That's good, relax," said Sherlock, as he leaned in and grazed his cheek against John's.

"Sherlock –"

"Shhh. Just touching." Sherlock continued to stroke John's hairline and cheek.

"Ah, Molly, Molly, Jesus Christ –" As his hips started to buck more and more uncontrollably into Molly, John's mouth opened, and Sherlock was hard pressed not to lean in to taste him, but refrained.

"Oh, god, Molly, uh, uh, uh, uh." John was closing in on the end, and grasped Sherlock's arm, pressing his face against it, breathing 'god,' and 'Molly,' and other indiscernible syllables. Sherlock brought his face to John's hair, and unable to hold back, pressed his face into it, breathing hard.

"John," said Sherlock breathing into his friend's hair. And John came, bucking into Molly, crying out, then whimpering, still holding Sherlock's arm against his face, breathing hot and wet against his skin. Finally, John went limp, breathing deeply, and gently, Sherlock released his grip on his friend's neck and head, still lacing his fingers in John's sandy hair. John just lay there breathing deeply, utterly spent, but with a continued firm grip on Sherlock's arm.

Molly watched the two men from the end of the bed where she was sitting up on her knees, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand. Sherlock was still touching John's face and chest, entranced by the sight, it seemed. Lovely, she thought. They are both so very, very lovely. No worries there, they'll work it out in time. Maybe I'll get to watch sooner rather than later – she smiled at the thought.

John opened his eyes to Sherlock's smug and doting gaze. John's hand was still firmly gripping Sherlock's wrist, and who knows how long Sherlock had had to maintain his position while waiting for John to come to and see it.

"Ah," said John, releasing Sherlock's arm.

"Indeed," said Sherlock, and smiled.

There's soooooo much J/S out there, it seems there's room for a little bit more indirect teasing out of the pairing, no? Hope it was fun for you - Thanks so much to all you reviewers, favers & followers out there - Please read and review if you have time! I always love hearing from you!

The next update is TUESDAY, 02.05.13 - 'til then, my lovely fellow travelers all my love, Jenn of the Glenn.