A/N: WARNING for lots of kissing, plus masturbation and sexual fantasy. I think this is the first M rated chapter so I'm upping the rating.
Basketball starts the next week, the second week of November.
But the week in between sports seasons is greater than the sports season itself for John.
Sherlock's got him so wildly turned on that one swipe of hot tongue over his lips can get John panting and hard in his pants before his brain can even process the sensation in his mouth. John's sure one brush of anything over the bulge in his jeans would have him coming in no time, and that's usually to be expected as a teen. But it's almost too much to be able to suppress.
Since John's off of sports for the week, he invites Sherlock over every afternoon. John's parents let them alone upstairs in John's bedroom. Why not, with no risk of an unwanted pregnancy? The boys can get up to whatever they want as long as the business between the two families is still on.
So John takes Sherlock upstairs to his bed. He draws the curtains on the windows to block out the sun, setting the mood for a dark and ominous afternoon.
John takes his shoes off and lies back on his bed.
"Come here," he whispers.
Getting into bed with a boy isn't sex, Sherlock knows it won't kill him. He follows gladly, taking John's hand and letting John pull him onto the bed.
John turns onto his side and wraps his arms around Sherlock. He tangles his legs with Sherlock's, and Sherlock wraps his arms around John's neck.
"I love this," John whispers, rubbing his hand up and down Sherlock's side.
"Me too," Sherlock replies.
John kisses him for it.
"I love you," John whispers between swipes of his tongue.
Sherlock tightens his grip. "I love you," he replies.
John smiles and kisses him again.
Soft kisses turn hard and their position turns into John shifting onto his own back and pulling Sherlock on top of him. Sherlock lets his body be rearranged; he loves the feel of John's strong hands stroking up and down his sides and thighs.
"Do you like this?" John asks.
Sherlock nods.
John pulls him down for more kissing, and Sherlock's eyes roll in his skull.
Suddenly, he's hot all over. John rotates his hips beneath Sherlock, causing their previously unnoticed erections to grind together between two sets of jeans and underwear. Sherlock pulls his mouth away and pants in John's face.
"Sorry..." John tries. "Was that not good?"
"Very good," Sherlock replies, squeezing his eyes shut as if in pain. "John, I can't have sex with you."
John brushes stray curls away from Sherlock's eyes, causing Sherlock to look at him again. "Why not?" John softly asks, more begging than questioning.
Sherlock climbs off of him and sits on the edge of the bed. "I just can't."
"You don't want to?" John asks.
"No, I do...I just...I really can't."
John sits up behind him and rubs his back. He kisses the trail of his hands.
"Okay," John whispers.
The kissing doesn't stop there. Kissing isn't sex, no matter how much it leads to the yearning of spread legs and heat and Sherlock's thighs wrapped around his hips and thrusting against Sherlock until he's screaming and-
With a loud moan from dream-Sherlock, John sighs himself awake. He gropes beneath the sheets to take himself in hand and comes seconds later with an unsatisfied groan escaping his mouth.
It drives John absolutely mad that of all the things in the world for the young man to believe in, this is the one Sherlock keeps. It's nothing to do with God or waiting 'til their wedding night; there's nothing pure about two men going at it in ways John had only learned about by being in the city last summer. It's because Sherlock's brother says not to, his brother says that getting his brain and body muddled with sex will ruin the power he has, the knowledge stuck in that head.
It drives John mad. This, of all things. John's seen Sherlock smoke cigarette after cigarette all the way to the filters, whereas John's other friends giggle and cough after one drag. He's seen Sherlock discreetly sip alcohol at dinner when he thinks nobody is watching, despite his efforts to keep John way from the stuff; and the way Sherlock can kiss is obscene. But god forbid John touch him below the belt.
John lays awake some nights, holding himself in hand, stroking vigorously and imagining the Vaseline-wet heat surrounding him is Sherlock's own body. From the few times they've made out in a bed and Sherlock's eagerly climbed on top of him, he can feel the phantom weight of Sherlock straddling his hips and he can only imagine what it'd feel like with Sherlock sinking down onto his cock. He squeezes himself tighter, because of course Sherlock will be tight the first time John fucks him. He rotates his hips upwards into his own fist and longs to sink his fingers into the ridiculously plush skin of Sherlock's hips and backside. He comes into a soft tissue and imagines it's Sherlock's silky mouth.
It's unsatisfying, always is. And annoying. Sherlock can get him so keyed up that John would kill a man if it meant being able to get off in Sherlock's presence, in any way, but Sherlock knows the limit and instantly backs away when (John hopes), he himself feels too wound up.
But this is all it can be, John knows. For now, he only has his dreams and imagination to go on...but it isn't enough.
The air turns really cold on time for Thanksgiving and in no time it's Christmas. They don't get snow, never do, but it's still breezy enough to wear coats, proper jeans, and boots instead of shorts, t-shirts, and John's regular old shoes. Sherlock gets a fancy overcoat for Christmas and John thinks it's the most erotic piece of clothing the (now) sixteen-year-old owns.
"What is it with you and this coat?" Sherlock asks while John plunders his mouth and licks his neck, his hands never letting go of the coat lapels.
"It's...spiffy," John says. "Elegant."
Sherlock laughs. "What a line."
John grins against his neck. "It's dark and sexy," John says, then sucks on Sherlock's neck.
Sherlock gasps as if surprised, no doubt shocked that John said 'sexy' in his presence.
John thinks of nothing more than wanting to taint Sherlock's innocence. He bites down and sucks on Sherlock's collarbone.
Sherlock lets out a deep groan, his voice sounding deeper than ever before.
With the sound, John sucks harder and longs so badly to push a hand between them to feel Sherlock's arousal for himself. He wants to open Sherlock's trousers and stroke his cock until Sherlock comes; he wants to make Sherlock shake in his arms and to hear his name spilling over and over from Sherlock's hot lips; he wants to suck Sherlock's come from his fingers while Sherlock's breathing calms; he wants to drop to his knees to lick Sherlock clean before tucking him back into his underpants and re-fastening his trousers; he wants to press his face into Sherlock's crotch to breath his sex scent until it's stuck in his nose and he can't think of smelling anything else ever again. Then he wants to kiss Sherlock softly until Sherlock can't stand because he's so exhausted, thoroughly spent and tired.
But he doesn't. He kisses his way back to Sherlock's lips and now kisses him softly and sensually, hopefully showing Sherlock how much he loves him.
John thought the cold air would certainly cool down the need for Sherlock's body against his. The heat makes boys to crazy things, and the heat and love makes being a teenage boy unbearable.
Instead, John takes his frustrations out on players on opposing basketball teams. He's aggressive against other teams, fouling out of a game within the first few weeks of playing time, and by the end of Christmas break he's a mass of poor sportsmanship.
"What's gotten into you, boy?" the coach asks repeatedly.
"Sorry, sir," John says.
"Just because you're bein' looked at for football don't mean you can act like this on the court. Laps, now."
John takes the punishment. It lets him get out all of his energy before going to see Sherlock.
And it makes him his usual self. Easy going, compliant, ready to back away when Sherlock says to. He settles for spooning in bed, or the sofa in front of a fire, or actually doing some of that studying he needs to keep his GPA up.