A Study in Boredom: A Johnlock Fanfiction

JM and a long-ass Author's Note.

Sherlock blanched. The text was obviously from Jim Moriarty - that much he knew - but he had not seen him last weekend. He'd not seen him since... The pool. He also knew that this was NOT his phone, upon closer inspection.

"Sherlock?"

The consulting detective's gaze snapped up from the phone to John's face, who's expression was, for once, difficult to read. It was hardene, his eyes stony and his mouth still pressed in a thin line. Sherlock wanted to press his lips there, to make it soft and to reassure his doctor that it was all okay, that he needn't worry, that he loved him and had eyes for only him.

Instead, he pushed himself off the bed and stalked to the window. He opened it and threw the thing out with as much force as he could muster. It hit the pavement below, shattering into a thousand tiny pieces with a satisfying 'crack'.

Sherlock turned around. John was staring at him, his eyes wary and his hands on his knees, the skin of his knuckles very white.

"That was not my phone."

John hesitated before he said: "I thought you'd..." He trailed off, but of course Sherlock knew what he meant.

"John, that is the stupidest thing I have ever heard come out of your mouth."

"I've been afraid to...tell you how I felt...because if by some miracle this," he gestured to the two of them, "ever happened, I thought it'd only be a matter of time before you...got.../bored/ of me."

Sherlock's eyes widened. Bored? Of John?

At that, he practically ran to the bed in two long strides, crawled on and leaned over John, pushing his body gently down and trapping him there while using his arms for support.

Sherlock was now hyper-aware of their closeness; his breathing became ragged and his eyes were wild and excited. He closed the space between their mouths (not at all gently) and kissed John.

John immediately kissed back with more force, his lips soft and his need obvious. One shaky hand made its way into Sherlock's hair, tightening around the inky curls and firmly planting itself there. John tugged slightly, causing Sherlock's mouth to open in a moan, and the doctor took advantage of this fact by deepening the kiss.

It was a battle for dominance, their tongues both fighting each other but both began losing when they became aware of the tightness growing in their pants*.

In the end Sherlock lost, John tugging on his hair again.

John was the first to break away, leaning back and sitting up, which only increased their 'problems'.

He looked down at Sherlock, almost as if he were asking permission. The brunette reached up with one hand and gently traced one finger over John's scar. He looked back into the former soldier's eyes and smiled, a real, genuine smile that were rare and he only saved for John.

John laughed once, a weird laugh that was overflowing with relief and nervousness. He slowly climbed off Sherlock, so he was sitting on his shins and not his crotch, and fingered the hem of Sherlock's pants. The only thing keeping him from Sherlock's ..area.

Sherlock smiled at him again, encouragingly, and John filled slightly with new confidence. He tugged down on the underpants and pulled them off quickly, his brain saying 'just do it, just rip it off like a bandaid'.

Sherlock breathed in sharply and closed his eyes. He was clearly nervous, and John could almost see the questions buzzing through his mind like a hornet's nest.

John figured it would make him more comfortable if they were both naked, so he swiftly stripped and tried very hard not to stare.

Then Sherlock did something that made John freeze and melt at the exact same time.

"Take me." He said.

*pants = British for underwear.

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Ooh! Sexual Sherlock?!

Good morning, minions. I am ill today, so I am at home. My puppy Angus is sleeping on my stomach and although it's uncomfortable for me, it's so darn cute I can't move him.

So I've, like John, been filled with a new confidence. I actually want to write smut as I no longer fear my father reading it, because I think he's not reading it anymore.

Plus, I've decided that I don't give a SHIT. I am allowed to write what I please, and I am old enough to write that kind of content, thank you very much. I could be like the other girls in my year that lost their virginity already last year, and they go to parties at people's houses and have sex in the bedrooms. But I'm not. I'm a good student with my head screwed on.

Rant over!

So, back to the minions. If you've read chapter one of 'Dorm 221B', thank you! If you've voted and commented, thank you even more!

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I will be writing smutty buttsex goodness today, but right now I'm going to go try and eat something so I don't waste away. And maybe watch a 'Cry Plays' and a Pewdiepie video.

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• I'm sick and home from school so I can write lots today.

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• And finally, Angus is adorable.

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