A/N: Warning for sex, finally.
John switched bedrooms with his mother when he moved back. His mother insisted John and Mary get the master, since they were owners of the house now, but John doesn't tell Sherlock any of that. It's not relevant when he's watching Sherlock delicately take off his shoes.
John kicks his off too, and Sherlock laughs when one hits the wall with a loud thud.
"Sorry," John says. "I'm…nervous."
"Nervous? Why?"
John places his hands on Sherlock's neck and looks into his eyes. "Because I love you so much."
Sherlock smiles. He wraps his arms around John's waist. "I love you, too."
John leans in and kisses him again.
After standing there kissing for a few minutes, Sherlock lightly pushes until John falls back against the bed. He sits snuggly on the edge and Sherlock straddles his thighs.
John rubs his hands up and down Sherlock's sides.
John's hands trail up to Sherlock's chest, over his fast-beating heart. Feeling Sherlock, feeling him really there in the flesh, hot and breathing quickly and heavy on his thighs, John starts to think about everything he did to lose this. He missed this, missed Sherlock so much that John wants to kick himself for having lost him. And lost him as bad as he did; he didn't even know where Sherlock was for a year. None of it was worth it, and John knows that.
"Sherlock," John whispers, suddenly overcome with emotion. "I'm sorry about everything that happened back then. I was a stupid boy and I—"
Sherlock touches the pad of his thumb to John's lips. "Ssshh," he sounds. "It doesn't matter anymore."
John nods, puckering his lips to press a kiss to Sherlock's thumb.
Sherlock captures his lips again while inching John's t-shirt up his sides. Sherlock runs the backs of his fingers against John's ribs.
John leans backwards and rips his shirt off over his head. Sherlock delicately touches his sun-kissed chest. John's got scars and scratches, but it's so wonderfully John's skin that he's touching that Sherlock actually laughs against John's lips.
John laughs, too. He pulls away enough to ask, "What's so funny?"
"Nothing, just…" Sherlock's forehead presses against John's. They're so close that their noses are touching. Sherlock feels drunk on John's laughter, which makes him laugh more, but soon it dies down. He looks down at his hands rubbing John's gorgeous chest. "I can't believe this is happening," he says in awe.
John wraps his arms around Sherlock, his hands resting at the small of his back. "You want it to, right?"
Sherlock eagerly nods.
John closes the tiny gap between them and kisses him again.
Sherlock rubs John's shoulders while they kiss, but suddenly he has the need for John's skin against his. It's been too long of wanting this to have to wait any longer, so Sherlock leans back and begins on the buttons of his shirt. His fingers get caught up and he can't quite undo the buttons right.
John laughs and pulls Sherlock's hands away. "Calm down, Sherlock."
Sherlock's hands drop to John's shoulders again. John works on the buttons of Sherlock's shirt instead.
When each button is undone and Sherlock's skin is finally visible, John pushes the sides apart and places his hands on Sherlock's smooth chest. He rubs down Sherlock's skin to his belly button.
"I've dreamt about this," John whispers, letting one hand stroke down the trail of hair that disappears beneath the waist of Sherlock's jeans and his other hand roam around to Sherlock's back.
Sherlock stutters a breath when John tugs lightly at Sherlock's belt. "About…my belly button?"
John laughs again. For a second he thinks about how much laughing is going on, and how he's never laughed during sex with anyone. It makes his heart pound in his chest. It makes him want to do backflips with joy. Instead, he takes a deep breath and says, "No. About undressing you. Finally having you…naked against me."
"Well then…" Sherlock says, pressing his chest against John.
John hugs him tight. "I love you."
Sherlock pulls back and lightly kisses John once, then he pushes John down onto his back. He lies himself over John, spreading his thighs more when John runs his hands up to cup Sherlock's bum.
Sherlock scoots back to lick down John's chest. He tastes dirt, and sweat, and all glorious John. He delicately licks one of John's nipples and John's hips undulate beneath him.
"Oh god…" John sighs with a chuckle. "You sure you're a virgin?"
Sherlock smirks. "Hangin' around in New York City taught me a few things."
John tugs on his hair until Sherlock lies over him again. "Let me teach you a few things."
Sherlock grins.
John practically rips Sherlock's clothes off. After getting his shirt on the floor, John turns Sherlock onto his back and reaches for his jeans. He accidentally brushes the bulge in Sherlock's pants when he's unzipping, causing Sherlock to thrust his hips at John's hand.
"Oh…" Sherlock gasps in shock of how good it felt. "Sorry."
"Sorry?" John questions. "No…" he places his hand flat against Sherlock's underwear, over his erection. "Do it again."
Sherlock thrusts against John's hand.
John moans.
John's suddenly aware that he's never touched another man's erection. Sure, there was that boy the summer before he met Sherlock, but he didn't touch the boy like the boy touched him. He's glad the first is Sherlock, and he's more glad that he's Sherlock's first.
John dips his fingers into Sherlock's underpants and swipes a finger over the head of Sherlock's cock. Sherlock cries out in shock, the sensation ripping through him like fire. He needs more.
John licks at the fluid that gathered on his finger. He knows he needs more, too.
He gets Sherlock's underpants off all the way, then without warning he bends and swallows Sherlock's cock.
Sherlock grips John's hair as he pushes his hips at John's face. He loudly cries out, but John's moan drowns out his.
The feel of Sherlock's thick cock in his mouth, the smell of Sherlock's arousal steaming out of his pores, the pure taste of the pre-come already oozing out of Sherlock drives John wild. He regrets never tasting Sherlock before. He automatically longs to go down on Sherlock every single day as long as Sherlock will let him.
"Oh god…John…" Sherlock sighs, running his fingers through John's hair.
John pulls off with a pop and licks his lips. "Good?" John asks. "Because it's rather fantastic on my end."
"Brilliant…" Sherlock replies. "You like this?"
"I love this," he sighs, bending and sucking one of Sherlock's balls into his mouth.
Sherlock moans loudly. "John..." he chants, "Oh, John..."
John drops Sherlock out of his mouth again and smiles. "What do you want me to do?" he asks, sitting back on his heels.
"To…do?"
"Do you want me to finish you that way or…" John reaches down and wraps a hand around Sherlock's cock.
Sherlock stutters a breath and watches John stroke him. "Oh, I…" He flicks his eyes at the very obvious bulge in John's jeans. "Take your pants off."
John's never done as he's told so fast. He gets off the bed and bends to get his jeans off from around his ankles, then he stands up straight and blushes under Sherlock's insistent gaze.
Sherlock's not a naïve young kid anymore. He's heard of how boys have sex with boys with more than just hands and mouths. He bites his lip as he stares at John's erection.
John clears his throat to get Sherlock's attention.
Sherlock looks up at his face again.
"So?" John asks.
"I want you in me," Sherlock answers.
John mentally does a happy dance. His dreams are coming true.
"I'll be right back," he says, remembering that they need Vaseline. He runs to the bathroom and returns to see Sherlock leaning back on one elbow and fiddling with his balls with the other hand.
John's knees want to go out. "Oh god…" he sighs.
Sherlock looks at him. "Alright?"
John rushes to the bed. "Perfect," he says, leaning down and kissing Sherlock's thigh. "You're perfect." He kisses Sherlock's hip. "Absolutely perfect." He kisses Sherlock's stomach. "Too perfect for me..." He slowly, almost fearfully, kisses Sherlock's chest.
"John…" Sherlock starts to argue.
"No," John says, kissing Sherlock's throat. "You're the most perfect person I've ever met, Sherlock." He lays over Sherlock again. "I don't deserve you. You're too good for me."
Sherlock wraps his arms around John's neck. "I am not, John. You do deserve me. You always have."
"I don't, Sherlock. I hurt you, I don't deserve—"
"Sshh," Sherlock stops him. "I love you. Do you love me?"
"More than anything."
Sherlock smiles in his face. "Well, get a move on then."
John laughs. "Alright," he says, then kisses Sherlock once more and sits back on his heels again.
John slathers his fingers with Vaseline, then pushes Sherlock's thighs further apart.
"Okay?" John asks.
Sherlock nods.
"I need you to say it, Sherlock."
"Yes, I'm okay."
"Good," John says.
He rubs a wet finger against Sherlock's closed hole. Sherlock gasps.
"Alright?" John asks.
"Odd feeling."
"I'll stop when you tell me to."
Sherlock nods. "Keep going."
John does. He slowly presses a finger into Sherlock and pauses to let Sherlock adjust.
"How's it feel?" John asks.
"Strange," Sherlock sighs out.
"Hurt?"
"Not as bad as I thought it would. Just…slow, okay?"
"Of course."
John rotates his finger around while slowly pushing further in. Soon, his finger is deep inside Sherlock and swirling around to stretch him more. Sherlock moans loudly, every few seconds chanting John's name.
"I'm gonna add another," John warns, then presses a second finger next to the first.
Sherlock cries out.
Fear rushes through John. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry!" he says, pausing his fingers until he can safely pull them out of Sherlock.
"No…" Sherlock says, reaching for John's chest. "Good…it's good."
John sighs relief. "Okay. I'm sorry."
Sherlock shakes his head. "John?"
"Yes, baby?"
"Kiss me."
John rotates around his body to be able to reach his face while his own fingers are still deep inside Sherlock. He doesn't stop with the stretching while he leans down and kisses Sherlock roughly. He soothingly strokes his free hand through Sherlock's hair.
Soon, John adds a third finger.
"Alright," John says, "I'm going to try something, okay?"
"What?"
"I'm going to touch the cluster of nerves inside you."
"Is it gonna hurt?"
"No baby," John says. "It'll feel amazing."
Sherlock nods. "Go ahead."
John finds it quickly, and the second he rubs his fingers over it, Sherlock arches hard off the bed and groans loudly in pleasure. John bites his tongue trying not to cry out himself. He kisses Sherlock's cheek and licks at his neck over and over while touching it once more.
Sherlock groans. "Get in me," he begs. "Before you make me come."
John's never been this eager for sex, not even the first time he did it with a girl. This is Sherlock. Sherlock, the love of his life, the person he wants to spend the rest of his life with and has since he was in high school.
He climbs back between Sherlock's thighs and spreads Vaseline over his cock.
"Okay," he looks at Sherlock's face. "Ready?"
Sherlock vigorously nods.
"You have to tell me if it hurts."
"I will."
John takes hold of himself, then lines up against Sherlock's hole and slowly pushes in.
It's better than he expected. As soon as the head of his cock is through the muscle, John has to pause and bite his lip to dull the glorious sensation down below. It's hot and tight and wet, and Sherlock's practically sobbing beneath him.
He looks down at Sherlock. His brows are knitted tightly together and John can't tell by his face if he is in pain or pleasure.
"Baby?" John asks, kissing every inch of Sherlock's skin that his mouth can reach: forehead, nose, cheek, lips, jaw. "Talk to me."
"Keep going," Sherlock begs.
"Slow," John argues against Sherlock's neck. "We have to go slow, I don't want to hurt you-"
Sherlock presses his thighs tight against John's hips and presses his heels into John's bum. He pulls John forward with his feet and John slips in inch by inch.
"Sherlock!" John cries, digging his fingers into Sherlock's hair and pulling. "God, Sherlock!"
Sherlock twists the sheets in his hands.
Once John's completely surrounded by Sherlock's body, he shifts to wrap one arm around Sherlock's waist. He holds him comfortingly and whispers to Sherlock to breath, to relax, that it's alright. Sherlock wraps one arm around John's neck and reaches for John's free hand with the other.
John grabs his hand and pulls it above their heads. He squeezes Sherlock's hand tight while kissing Sherlock over and over. A minute later, he begins to thrust.
Sherlock arches under John and pulls away from the kiss to moan in John's ear instead. John chances a harder thrust, causing Sherlock to moan again.
Right at that moment, John vows to make Sherlock make that noise every single day for the rest of their lives. And considering how good everything is for him, he knows it won't be a difficult task.
John presses his forehead against Sherlock's and looks into Sherlock's eyes as he sets an even rhythm. Sherlock writhes beneath him, meeting John's hips with every downward grind of his hips. John opens his mouth and lets out groan after groan against Sherlock's lips, and Sherlock bites John's bottom lip into his mouth.
Sherlock lets John's hand go so he can get both hands on John's back to scratch down. John arches against Sherlock and thrusts his hips harder, so Sherlock scratches again to get the same reaction from John.
"You want it hard?" John asks.
Sherlock nods. "Yes, John, harder, harder!"
John sits up on his knees and thrusts as hard as he thinks safe, at the same time gripping Sherlock's cock in a tight fist and stroking in time with his hips. Sherlock throws his arms over his head and arches beautifully, coming all over his belly a second later.
John shoves into Sherlock one last, hard time and comes deep inside him. He blacks out in pleasure. Orgasms inside dream-Sherlock were never even this good. All John can hear is Sherlock yelling under him. All he can feel is Sherlock pulsing around his dick. All he can taste is Sherlock's cock on his tongue.
And he knows that's as it should be.
John doesn't get off of Sherlock right away. He just collapses forward and wraps his arms around Sherlock's neck.
Sherlock rubs his hands up and down John's sweaty back.
"I'll move eventually," John says.
Sherlock giggles. "Don't. I want to feel you on top of me."
John grins. "I thought you just did."
"No!" Sherlock cries. "I meant...just your weight on mine. This, the feeling of someone next to me or on me...it's what I wanted for months."
John props himself on his elbows above Sherlock. "Why?"
"I don't know. I felt like I wasn't here. I wanted to feel like I was still on earth."
"Well, you are here. With me."
Sherlock smiles. "With you."
"How do you feel about that?"
"Ecstatic."
"Me too."
Sherlock shifts under John to relieve a cramp forming in his back. "How sore am I going to be later?"
John rolls off of him with a deep, satisfied sigh. "I don't know, I've never done it that way."
"Huh," is all Sherlock replies.
John looks over at him. "How was it?"
"Mmm…" Sherlock contently sighs. "I think you have room for improvement."
John lifts an eyebrow. "Yeah?"
"Yeah," Sherlock looks at him. "Good thing we have lots of time to get it just right."
John laughs. He leans over and kisses Sherlock's swollen lips lightly.
"Alright," John agrees, "But next time you're doin' the fucking."
Sherlock laughs. "Deal."