A/N: Hi again. So life, love and all things fluffy, that is what I wish unto you with this chapter.
Oh did I mention some lemons...Enjoy.
Disclaimer: I do not own BBC Sherlock, those are the creations of Steven Moffat, Mark Gatiss and most importantly Sir Arthur Conan Doyle. It's their sandbox and I'm just playing in it...Look guys the sandcastle has become a palace...maybe a physical representation of a mind palace even...
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John had decided that he was giving up on trying to catch Sherlock's eye. He trudged up the stairs to the flat, fully intent on making a cup of tea and turning in early. When he walked in the flat was quiet. John sighed, figuring Sherlock was out on a case.
John had just settled into his chair with a cup of tea, when Sherlock came sweeping into the flat. Sherlock's sudden appearance made John jump a little and sloshed a bit of his tea on to his jumper.
"Jesus Sherlock."
John had put his tea down and was getting up to change jumpers.
"John, I have something I want to tell you."
John looked up from wiping his front with a napkin. Sherlock was standing in front of him, staring down his eyes smoldering. John gulped.
"What?"
Sherlock's hand cupped John's cheek, running a thumb across his cheekbone. What the-?
John's thought was cut off when Sherlock's lips were on his own. His eyes went wide with shock. It took John's brain a few seconds to process what was going on, but once it caught up, the former army doctor threw himself into the kiss. He closed his eyes and tangled one of his hands in Sherlock's hair, the other wrapped around his waist, pulling their bodies flush against one another.
Sherlock gasped against John's mouth when his body was forcibly pulled towards the doctor. John soon took control of the kiss, swiping his tongue across Sherlock's bottom lip, trying to gain access to the inside of the genius' mouth. Sherlock was only happy to oblige, opening his mouth to let the doctor's tongue plunder the insides. John moaned into Sherlock's mouth when he felt a pair of arms wrap around his waist and pulling them even closer together.
After several minutes of intense snogging and a dominance battle with tongues for control of the kiss, John pulled away from Sherlock, gasping for air.
"Wow."
Sherlock smirked, and leaned his forehead against John, chest heaving as he tried to catch his own breath. They stood there for several moments still wrapped in each other's arms, gazing into the other's eyes as their breathing returned to normal.
The hand that was in Sherlock's hair started scratching at his scalp, and Sherlock closed his eyes in contentment, humming his happiness, similar to a cat purring when it's ears are scratched. John smiled and leaned his head up towards Sherlock's, his lips ghosting over the taller man's. Sherlock smiled and closed the non-existent gap, kissing John softly this time.
John leaned in to Sherlock, content with the slower pace. His hand still scratched at Sherlock's scalp while the other trailed up and down his spine. Sherlock shivered at the feeling of John's fingers through the back of his shirt, and nipped John's bottom lip. Sherlock's kiss started traveling along John's jawline and down his neck. John closed his eyes and leaned his head back, exposing his neck to Sherlock's lips, with a deep breath. When Sherlock reached the base of John's neck, he started to suck and nip at the skin until there was a bright red mark. Sherlock kissed the mark lightly and gave John a peck on the lips, grabbing John's hand that was ghosting over his spine.
The absence of Sherlock's lips on him made John's eyes snap open. As he was pulled towards the couch and sat down, John wondered what had brought this on. Sherlock leaned in to John, but John leaned his head back. Sherlock frowned and crinkled his forehead in confusion.
"Sherlock, what is this?"
"What is what?"
"This. You, me, us. What is it?"
"Oh. I thought this was clear?"
"What?" It was John's turn to look confused.
Sherlock smiled, and resisted the urge to call John an idiot. He knew that it would harm his chances with the former army doctor more than help.
"I want to be with you, John."
John's eyes softened and a smile creeped onto his face.
"Really" he whispered.
"Yes, John."
John's smile widened. He grabbed the back of Sherlock's neck and crashed their lips together. Sherlock smirked against John's mouth, and leaned towards John, forcing the other man to lie back on the couch.
John opened his mouth as Sherlock straddled him, allowing the taller man's tongue to dart in and explore every inch of the doctor's mouth.
Sherlock moaned into John's mouth, pressing his body closer to the shorter man. John chuckled as he felt Sherlock's arousal press into his thigh. "A bit excited, aren't we" John mumbled against the genius' lips. Sherlock growled as he moved to suck on John's neck. This prompted John to chuckle some more, his hands digging their way under Sherlock's shirt to caress his stomach.
Sherlock was gripping tightly to John's upper arm, while he ground his hips into John's. He moved his mouth to John's ear, licking, biting and kissing his way there. "Only for you my dear doctor" Sherlock growled into John's ear before biting and sucking on it.
John's gentle caress had turned to scratching on Sherlock's back. Too much clothing, John thought as he felt Sherlock trying to push his jumper up. John sat up abruptly, almost tossing Sherlock off, and ripped his jumper over his head and tossed it to the floor. John grabbed at Sherlock's shirt, and sucks on his neck while he fumbled with the buttons. Sherlock's fingernails are digging into John's back, when the last button is undone and John shoved the shirt off of Sherlock's arms.
Sherlock shrugged out of the shirt, allowing it to pool around his waist. Sherlock pressed a kiss to John's mouth, then started to move south with a series of hot open mouthed kisses. When he reached one of John's nipples, he glanced up at the doctor, smirking, before his mouth latches on to the hardened nub, sucking, licking and biting ever so gently.
"OH, god Sherlock" John moaned out, his hips thrust upward. Thankfully Sherlock had braced his knees into the couch, otherwise he would've been thrown off. Sherlock detached his lips from John, the hand he had been resting on the doctor's stomach trailed further down and cupped his hardening cock, rubbing gently.
"My dear doctor I do believe you have a condition" Sherlock purred. John's lust blown eyes narrowed as he looked down at Sherlock.
"A condition" Sherlock continued, "that I may be able to help alleviate." With that Sherlock lowered his lips to John's chest and started kissing down it, his hands undoing the other man's jeans. John lifted his hips as Sherlock slid his jeans and pants down just enough for his erection to spring free. He hissed as Sherlock placed a kiss to the base of his hard shaft. The genius licked up to the head, and placed a soft kiss to the tip before taking John into his mouth.
John gripped the couch cushions tightly as Sherlock picked up a steady rhythm, his breathing erratic because Sherlock definitely knows what he's doing. The way he hollows his cheeks as he pulls back, swirling his tongue around the head before diving back down John's shaft, humming slightly, the vibrations adding more pleasure to John's already overloaded senses. With the way things are going John knows he isn't going to last long.
"Sherlock…I-I'm, god, I'm going to-"John gasped out, before he could finish the thought, he came spilling down Sherlock's throat. Sherlock swallowed and cleaned off John's softening cock with his tongue. When he was done, Sherlock slide his mouth off of John with a wet pop. Sherlock grinned up at his panting, wrecked doctor.
"Enjoy ourselves, did we" Sherlock remarks. John shifted to a sitting position, the arm of the couch supporting his back, and grabs Sherlock by the trousers, pulling him closer, flicking the button undone with his thumb. He leaned up and kissed Sherlock lazily as he pulled the zipper down and dived his hand into his pants, pulling the genius's trapped erection out. Sherlock's lips quirk upward, and braced his hands next to John's sides on the arm of the couch. They continued their kisses as John stroked Sherlock's penis. It isn't long before Sherlock was frustrated with John's teasingly slow pace and was thrusting into his hand. John chuckled and quickened his movements, earning a pleased growl from Sherlock. A few moments later Sherlock came all over John's stomach, shouting his name.
Sherlock collapsed on top of John and nuzzled into his neck, humming his contentment. John wrapped his arms around Sherlock and kissed his neck, smiling. They just lay there enjoying being close to the other. As their bodies rapidly cooled Sherlock curled into John and shivered.
Feeling him shiver and the chill creeping on himself, John grabbed an afghan off the back of the couch and covered the both of them with it. Sherlock placed a kiss to John's neck, and a yawn escaped from his mouth. John chuckled and closed his eyes, enjoying the closeness of the moment. Soon both men dozed off holding on to one another.
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