ohohoooo things getting spicy i see

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John looks at his cellphone. Another text from Sherlock.

Don't forget the milk sweet lips.

Another nickname. John smiled some and shook his head. Now that he and Sherlock have become…well, not sure what to call it but whatever they have become it's caused Sherlock to act strange. In a way that he's trying to act like a normal romantic partner – probably by watching romance movies and looking up God knows what on the Internet. Another text.

Don't be too long sexy.

Youre the one who sent me out to get the shopping done. You could have gone with me.

John looked down the aisles for these ingredients that they normally don't have. He wondered, was Sherlock actually planning on making something tonight? He laughed to himself. No, it was probably him that was going to have to do this.

But then I wouldn't be so excited to see you.

Why was Sherlock doing this? Why was he trying so hard? He figured this would all just blow over in time. He knew Sherlock didn't really love him – at least not in the way he himself loves Sherlock. He felt bad, using the younger man until he realizes it's not love he's really feeling. It's just friendship. He's never had such a close bond before and he's confusing it with love. Well, he was in too deep now so might as well have some fun with it.

Same. Cant wait to see the look on your face – It'll turn me on.

Oh shit, he felt so stupid. John gathered more and more ingredients, not really paying attention to the types of things he was getting. He was more listening for his phone to go off, afraid that he might have went too far.

Mmm I bet that's a sight to see too. Just picturing it now has me happy. Almost done yet? I'm tired of waiting.

John finished the last of the items on the list and left in a bit of a hurry. Why was he in such a hurry?

On way back.

In bed waiting.

Finally, what seemed to take twice as long, John was on Baker Street. "Sherlock?" He placed the bags on the table and put what needed to be in the fridge away. He hesitated before making his way to the detective's room. What was waiting for him beyond that door? He softly pushed it open, surprised to see Sherlock fully dressed, laying on top of the covers and sitting up. Well, no, he wasn't surprised – of course the other man wasn't going to be naked and throw himself at him.

"You're back."

"Yeah."

"Did you get everything?"

"Yeah. Quite a list there – what do you need all of those ingredients for?"

"For a special dinner for a special night." Sherlock sat up completely.

"Oh? What makes it so special?" John sat on the edge of the bed. He was tired of standing.

"'Cause it's for you."

John stared at the wall in front of him. "Oh..?..." He didn't know what to say. Inside he was filled with glee but…

Suddenly Sherlock was close. Really close.

"Uh..what? Is there something wrong..?.." He swallowed.

"I should say so. It's been some time of us and you have refused to do anything sexual with me."

The doctor nearly choked on his own spit. "What the hell are you talking about?"

Sherlock crossed his arms. "You haven't done anything sexual…at all."

Okay, keep calm. "If you're so worried about it then why haven't you done anything?"

The detective shot him a look. "I have! I've been giving obvious clues. Clearly not obvious enough for your simple brain."

"Oh really? What kind of clues?"

Sherlock listed his attempts with his fingers. "I left the door open when I shower, I've announced when I'm taking a shower, I've walked around without a shirt-"

"You do that anyway."

"I've leaned over you in a suggestive manner when reaching for something, and now I've even sent those texts. I've done everything from my research but I can't seem to get it right."

In truth, John had been holding back all of those times. He thought it was his imagination – that his desires for Sherlock had gotten so bad but the brunette was doing all of this on purpose. "Sherlock-"

"There's only one thing I haven't tried. A direct attack."

"A –"

Before he could finish Sherlock leaned forward and pressed his lips against the other. His pale hand reached down and grinded John where it mattered. The older's groan was muffled by the kiss and Sherlock took that as a good sign. A very good sign. He slipped his tongue into the open mouth and John could tell Sherlock was a bit hesitant – this was his first time anyway. Oh shit wait-

John tried to pry Sherlock away and was able to get some space between them. "Wait Sherlock, you can't."

He looked puzzled. "Why not?"

"'Cause, you just can't alright?"

"I can and I will."

Sherlock pushed John down and with no time to waste he began to undo the other's belt.

John tried to protest but it wasn't going so well or sounding like he really wanted Sherlock to stop. This was bad really bad. As much as he wanted this he also didn't want Sherlock's first sexual encounter to be with someone he doesn't love. So he was a sucker for true love, sue him. This couldn't go –

There was a flash of white from Sherlock lapping at John's tip – that was betraying him.

"Sherlock-" he tried to push the other away with a weak attempt. "Nggh!"

The brunette took John into his mouth as much as he could and did everything he learned and researched. Granted, he was no "pro" but that didn't stop John from making the loveliest noises. Just Sherlock's breath on him was enough to get the man excited and now….now this was happening. It was all beginning to be too much. Soon, it was going to end.

Sherlock saved the best tips he learned for last and licked up and around John.

The doctor bucked his hips, panting. After a little time he clenched the blanket and raised his hips as he came. He weakly looked at Sherlock who swallowed everything. He tried to say something to stop him but he was too weak and dizzy. Sherlock flashed him a smile and John almost pinned him down.

"See, that wasn't so hard was it?" Sherlock fixed John's clothes and stood up. "I have some tests to run on my latest experiment. I'll be busy for a while." And with that, the brunette walked away into the kitchen.

John just laid there. The fuck just happened?

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tbc