Christmas eve saw a break in the snow, but with it came chilly winds that bit at the skin. The night before, Sherlock had insisted on sleeping in nothing but pants, as he almost always did, so John's Christmas eve morning present was a shivering Sherlock pressed into his side, holding onto John tightly.
John squirmed his way out of Sherlock's embrace, slowly so as not to wake the lovely detective. John was now fully under the covers, his face pressed against Sherlock's bare belly. Gently, John pressed his lips again and again against the flesh of Sherlock's abdomen.
"John?" Sherlock's deep voice rumbled against John's lips.
John poked his head out of the covers to look at his lover. Good morning love."
"m'ning," Sherlock yawned, stretching against John. "What were you doing?" Sleepy Sherlock wasn't nearly as good with deductions.
"Oh..." A pink blush crept onto John's cheeks. "I was going to try and wake you with a ...surprise."
"Ahh..." Sherlock purred, making it clear to John that he understood exactly what was meant by 'surprise'. "Go on then...Surprise me." Sherlock closed his eyes and laid his head back down on the pillow.
Snuggling closer, John worked his way back down along Sherlock's long body, feeling Sherlock's growing arousal pressing into him. When his face was at a level with Sherlock's groin, he gently slipped his fingertips into the waistband of Sherlock's dark grey pants. He ran his thumb along the sharp edge of Sherlock's prominent hip bone before pulling the pants down.
Sherlock held his breath as John's mouth edged closer to his erection. And when he paused, only a fraction away from pressing his lips against it, Sherlock trembled with anticipation. To Sherlock, it felt as if time was standing still while John made him wait, and make him wait he did. John for his part was very much enjoying Sherlock's trembling. Suddenly, without warning, John took Sherlock completely in his mouth.
Sherlock let out a sharp cry and bucked his hips forward causing John to smile around the thick cock in his mouth. John's eyes flicked up to Sherlock's face as he began bobbing his head, sucking in hard on each upstroke.
Sherlock tried to watch John, but after just a moment, his eyes began to flutter closed, and the rising pleasure caused him to screw them shut completely. His breath hitched and when he exhaled, the breaths came out in little sighs and whimpers. He reached out and placed the palm of his hand against the back of John's head, applying a slight amount of pressure. John responded by pulling Sherlock in deeper, I didn't know I could even go any deeper into his mouth. Sherlock's hips bucked again and he let out a loud moan.
At that same moment, a sharp raping on the door echoed through the flat, catching them both off guard. Sherlock let out a whimper when John's mouth fell open and pulled away, and before Sherlock could stop him, John was pulling his robe on and closing it around himself.
John opened the door to find Mrs. Hudson standing on the other side holding a tray of food and smiling brightly. "Good morning dear," she cooed as she entered the flat.
She had come to help tidy up the flat and get it suitable for the party the boys would be throwing tonight. John was grateful for the cleaning help, but extremely irritated at the timing of her arrival. Luckily his erection faded quickly as she put him to work.
About a half an hour after Mrs. Hudson's arrival, Sherlock made his way out of the bedroom. He had put on some pajama bottoms and an old grey t-shirt, and tightly wrapped himself in his dressing gown. Those his clothing had changed, the pout on his face he continued to wear.
John was in the kitchen washing some dishes that had been left in the sink. Sherlock strolled up behind him and snaked his long arms around the doctor's waist. Hooking his chin on John's shoulder, Sherlock let out a faint little moan that sent shivers up John's spine. "Can't you come back to bed?" Sherlock purred next to John's ear, letting the final d sound come out sharp and clear.
"Later," John breather. His head was spinning and he was desperately fighting the urge to grind backwards against Sherlock's groin.
"Please?" Sherlock asked, kissing John's neck close to the collarbone.
"Later," John repeated, trying to make his voice sound firm and in control.
Sherlock pouted and nosed up John's neck and cheek until he came to his ear. Gently, Sherlock wrapped his lips around John's earlobe and began to suck. John's eyes flickered closed and he sucking in a sharp breath. Sherlock's tongue was circling, grazing over the sensitive flesh again and again.
The sound of Mrs. Hudson's footsteps approaching the kitchen caused Sherlock to step back and release John's ear with a slick, wet 'pop.'
"Come to help out dear?" Mrs. Hudson asked as she bustled around the kitchen.
"Tedious," Sherlock replied and then spun on his heel. "No, I think I'll be going back to bed." He cast John one final seductive glare, but John was pointedly looking anywhere but at Sherlock.
Sherlock had been able to lull himself back into sleep for a few more hours, but was then rudely awoken again by the intrusive sound of hoovering. "Why does that even need doing?" He said aloud to his pillow. But the pillow had no answer nor the ability to ease him back into sleep, at least not with all that noise.
Sherlock tried a total of three times to enter his mind palace, to no avail. He text Lestrade asking about cases (which there weren't any). He even tried looking for John's gun, which he couldn't find(the gun had been hidden someplace new since the last time Sherlock got ahold of it and used John's favorite jumpers as target practice.) In the end, he settled on reading.
A few dozen chapters later, John came into the bedroom, and Sherlock noticed the silence in the flat. "Has she finally gone?" he asked in a whisper just in case she was still here.
"Yes." Sherlock sighed in relief. "You know, you could have come out and helped us, it might have gone a lot faster. Most of the messes are yours anyway."
"Cleaning...Not really my area."
"Oh yeah? And what exactly is your area?" Sherlock thought at that moment that John was going to crawl back into bed with him, but instead the doctor headed to the closet.
"What're you doing now?" Sherlock asked, setting his book down on the bed next to him.
"I've got to find something to wear. We've got to get ready Sherlock, people will be here in a couple of hours."
Sherlock rolled his eyes in the most dramatic fashion that he could manage. "A Christmas party," he scoffed. "What bloody idiot thought that up?"
"You actually," John responded without even turning to him.
Sherlock scowled, but John was right, this party had in fact been his idea. So together, Sherlock and John got ready.
Mrs. Hudson was the first of their guests to arrive, which was not surprising really since all she had to do was climb the stairs. She came in wearing a silky silver blouse and sleek black dress pants. She had accentuated with a silver necklace that had a shining black stone surrounded by little diamonds dangling against her chest. She had brought up even more food.
Lestrade arrived next, wrapped up in his full length jacket, underneath which he wore a grey suit with a white button down and a black tie. Molly Hooper arrived soon after that and when she took off her coat, she reviled a long and tight black dress.
John handed out glasses of champagne to everyone.
"Will Mycroft be here?" Mrs. Hudson asked. "You did invite him didn't you?"
"Yes I did. But I don't believe he will be here." Sherlock looked over at John. John had convinced Sherlock to invite his older brother but only under the condition that John invited his own sibling. To both of their relief, their respective siblings had declined the invitations.
Everyone seemed to be having a good time, including Sherlock. John smiled as he saw Sherlock sit on the couch next to Mrs. Hudson, one of the cookies she had made in his hand. Sherlock wasn't always keen on eating, especially when he wasn't reminded that he needed to do so. His only weakness, as John had found out, was his massive sweet-tooth. John laughed to himself as Sherlock started munching on his fourth...no fifth cookie of the night.
"Play us something Sherlock," Mrs. Hudson asked loud enough for the whole room to hear. Sherlock looked up with a mouthful of cookie.
"Yeah Sherlock, play us something," Lestrade put in from across the room where he was chatting with Molly.
Sherlock's eyes slid over to John who nodded and gave an encouraging smile.
Sherlock played several Christmas tunes on his violin, and when he stopped the room burst into applause. Sherlock smiled, it had been an age since he had heard such approval.
The night passed, gifts were exchanged, drinks were had, chatting was done, and close to eleven the guest decided it was probably time to leave. Eleven-thirty saw Sherlock and John alone in their flat once again.
"Let's go to bed huh?" John asked, taking Sherlock's hand.
"Hold on," Sherlock responded, tugging John back toward the kitchen so he could retrieve his ninth cookie.
"You're going to be sick you know," John said matter-of-factly.
"Oh, I doubt it," Sherlock said with a brilliant smile. "Alright, let's go to bed."
Sherlock had barely closed the door before John was upon him. He pressed the detective into the wall and stood on his tiptoes to kiss Sherlock's plush lips. Sherlock was startled at first, but as soon as he realized what was happening, he wrapped his arms around the shorter man.
Their kissing lasted as long as it could before John had to break away in order to suck in a breath. Sherlock used this opportunity to push off the wall and shove John into the bed. John landed on his back and smiled up at Sherlock who was now straddling him. Sherlock stripped his jacket off and tossed it off to the side, not caring where it landed and then began slowly unbuttoning his shirt.
John wriggled underneath him, but Sherlock's grip was firm around John's hips. The added friction against Sherlock's groin only served to make him press against John harder.
When Sherlock was free of his shirt, which was also tossed to the floor, he leaned down and kissed John again. John parted his lips quickly, inviting Sherlock in. And in Sherlock came, his tongue dancing around John's mouth, eager, wanting to taste every centimeter of John's mouth. Sherlock savored the small moans that were building in the back of John's throat as he kissed and kissed and kissed his doctor.
Sherlock pulled away from John's lips and sat up once more, still straddling the now fully-hard John. John was impressed with how much control Sherlock was showing and had no intention of stopping his lover anytime soon.
Experimentally, Sherlock rocked his hips forward, causing his and John's erections to grind together. He was delighted to hear the deep groan that escaped John's mouth at this, so he pulled back and repeated the movement. He did this several times with the intention of pleasuring John, but the friction was quickly causing him to be desperate himself. He rutted one final time and then drew back, dropping his hands to his fly. John's eyes fluttered open and watched as Sherlock dragged his zipper down and then sensually reached in to remove his arousal.
John felt his own cock pulsing with his rapid heart beat. Sherlock lazily tugged himself causing John to practically whimper.
"Should I just finish myself off like this?" Sherlock asked with another slow pull. "Pinning you down and making you watch as I pleasure myself? Then I'll just leave you to do whatever you want with yourself." Sherlock cupped John through the tight fabric of his trousers with his free hand. John tried to buck his hips up into that hand, but Sherlock "tsked" at him. "I think that's what I'll do." Sherlock began fisting his cock faster, keeping eye contact with John.
John whimpered, he didn't want to just watch Sherlock pleasure himself, yes it was bloody hot, but he wanted to touch Sherlock, and he wanted Sherlock to touch him. He wanted to feel those skilled fingertips tracing all over his body.
"Remove your jumper," Sherlock commanded in a low voice. John struggled for a moment under the impressive strength of his lover before being able to pull off the offending fabric. Sherlock groaned when he took in the sight of John's naked torso, giving himself three rapid tight pulls.
Sherlock leaned down then, taking his hand momentarily away from his cock, and pressed his lips to the middle of John's chest. His tongue darted out and he licked a thick stripe over to John's left nipple. The tip of his tongue just barely traced the edges of the small coloured disk, and Sherlock enjoyed the immediate hardening to the nipple in the center of the disk.
John let out a sharp gasp as Sherlock's mouth enveloped the sensitive nub and began to suck. He let his eyes fall closed and he ground his hips upwards against Sherlock's own bony hips. The pressure mixed with the wet suckling at his chest was almost blinding. But John managed to clear his head for a moment and use Sherlock's vulnerable position to turn the tables.
As quick as lightning, John had managed to flip both of them over, and was now the one straddling the detective who had let go of John's nipple and was blinking rapidly trying to figure out exactly what had just happened.
John unzipped his trousers and took himself in hand. He began rubbing himself.
"John," Sherlock said with a slight hitch in his voice. "I want to try something."
"Oh you do? Well you've been sitting there torturing me, I think I should just return the favor yeah? Here, be a dear and lick this for me won't you?" John held out his palm to Sherlock, who obliged by licking a wide stripe a slick saliva up John's hand. John used the slick palm to continue to pleasure himself.
John started to lose himself in the pleasure of it, his eyes fell closed, he began to moan, and when he reached out a second hand to press against the base of his cock, Sherlock took the opportunity.
Sherlock was back on top now and grabbed John's wrists, pinning them to John's sides. "I would like to try something," Sherlock repeated.
"Alright, what?" John glared at him as convincingly as possible while his eyes were practically sparkling with interest.
"I'd like to try simultaneous oral stimulation."
John barked a laugh. Leave it to Sherlock to make everything sound so scientific. Sherlock looked puzzled. "You mean you want to 69 me?" John said.
It took a moment, but eventually Sherlock got the name and nodded.
"Alright. I suppose we could give it a go." John was trying to sound nonchalant, but his rapid heartbeat was giving him away. "You're going to need to let me up so I can remove my trousers."
Both men stripped naked and then tumbled back down onto the bed. "So," John began. "How do you want to do this?"
"You should probably tell me. You've had much more experience."
"Well, you're longer than I am, so I would be easier to be on top of you so that I don't feel like I'm choking."
"Alright. Come here." John arranged his knees near Sherlock's shoulders and then folded over to place his head next to Sherlock's groin. The problem was that John wasn't able to reach. He began to scoot down so that he could take Sherlock in his mouth, but now Sherlock couldn't get a good angle to pleasure John.
"Okay, this isn't going to work. I'm too short for this. I guess you'll have to be on top."
"How is this normally done? The taller of the two on top?"
"Like I said, I've only ever done this with women and they're always on top so it's easier for them. It's not that hard to get to a woman's..." Sherlock had a jealous expression on his face. "Right, I should shut up now."
John rolled onto his back and Sherlock maneuvered so that his knees were next to John's head. He doubled over and could easily reach John's manhood. John also had easy access to Sherlock's erection which had faded slightly at John's mention of his previous female lovers.
"Ready? Sherlock asked over his shoulder.
"Sherlock, this is going to take communication. You need to listen to me. This will be a first time for me and I might need you to hold still."
"Understood. But how will you communicate with me if your mouth is otherwise occupied."
"Pay attention to my hands on your hips. I'll tell you what to do that way."
Sherlock nodded and then turned back so that his mouth was directly above John's erection. John pressed his hands against Sherlock's hips and gently pulled down, easing Sherlock into his mouth. Sherlock gasped but then quickly followed suit, pressing his mouth around John.
They went slow at first, John holding Sherlock's hips completely still as he bobbed his head up and down in long slow strokes. Sherlock was bobbing his head too, but he was turning his head with each stoke, adding more sensation that was quickly driving John mad with pleasure.
Rather abruptly, John wanted more of Sherlock, he wanted to feel Sherlock tremble, and these slow bobs weren't going to do that. So John dug his fingers into Sherlock's hips and pulled down sharply, taking as much of Sherlock's impressive length as he could. He used his fingertips to press up against those sharp hips and then quickly dragged them down again. Sherlock quickly got the idea that he was being told to pump his hips.
John's tongue swirled in his mouth as Sherlock rocked his hips forward and back. John sent light scathes down Sherlock's hips, which was correctly interpreted as an invitation to thrust faster. John reveled in the feeling of Sherlock fucking his mouth combined with the amazing wet warmth of Sherlock's mouth around his own cock.
Sherlock bobbed his head in time with his thrusts into John's mouth. Simultaneous was the perfect descriptor. John felt himself being tugged along toward the edge. He wanted it so badly he began bucking his hips. This didn't seem a hinderance to Sherlock, who simply sucked all the harder and thrusted into John's mouth faster.
John knew it was inevitable, his orgasm was right in front of him. He grabbed Sherlock's hips and crashed them down, swallowing Sherlock all the way from root to tip and bucked up deeper into Sherlock's mouth. The fullness in his mouth and the deepness surrounding his cock was enough to send him over the edge. He cried out around Sherlock's erection and erupted in Sherlock's mouth. Sherlock sucked hard with each shuddering pulse of John's cock. When he thought John's orgasm had passed he pulled his mouth off with an obscenely slick "pop." But John had one last convulsion which spurted, painting Sherlock's face with the warm white evidence of John's pleasure.
Sherlock shuddered at the pornographic image and thrust his hips one last time, feeling himself pushed off the edge. John could taste the bitter saltiness of Sherlock's orgasm as it slid down his throat. John followed Sherlock's example and sucked hard at each pulse, milking Sherlock of everything he had.
With one final shudder, Sherlock pulled himself out of John's mouth and rolled onto his back, his head next to John's feet. John sat up and looked at the panting detective. Sherlock still had smears of cum on his cheek and jaw, but he didn't seem to care.
Sherlock's blue-green eyes met John's hazel ones. John smiled and Sherlock couldn't help himself. "I love you John," he whispered.
John's smile broadened. "I love you too Sherlock. Let's get you cleaned up."
Author's note:
Wow, this chapter nearly killed me. I've been writing it for ages. I don't know why I found it so difficult. Anyway, sorry for the long wait. I am out of Uni for the summer, so hopefully I will be updating more frequently and on some sort of a resemblence of a schedule. As usual, I would love reviews. Please please please let me know what you think. Also, if you're interested, please check out my other fic called I Choose You which is a Poke!lock crossover.
And as always, thanks for reading.
-Padfoot333