Maintaining a Personal Life

Chapter Nineteen

[Author's Note: There's more mature sexytimes ahead in this chapter. If that's not your thing, you can probably end things at the previous chapter and still have a complete story. :) ]

Sherlock's face was still so close to his own that John felt and heard the other man's shuddered intake of breath. Instead of freezing up like an overworked computer as he was wont to do when overwhelmed, Sherlock surprised John slightly by surging forward to crush their mouths together.

John responded instantly, both of his hands tangling in Sherlock's hair and his breath hitching as Sherlock's tongue pushed into his mouth and he proceeded to kiss John within an inch of his life. What Sherlock lacked in practised technique he made up for with searing intensity, fairly immediately pinning John back against the mattress and covering John's body with his own.

John breathed out a soft moan that was swallowed by Sherlock's mouth, their tongues tangled hopelessly together as John felt the weight of Sherlock's body pressing down on him. John shifted to rub up against Sherlock, moving his hips slowly to provide some welcome friction for his rapidly hardening erection. He was rewarded with feeling a shiver ripple through the other man's shoulders and an answering firmness in Sherlock's trousers pressing against John's thigh.

Sherlock's hands began an immediate assault upon John's layers of clothing, tugging his jumper and the shirt beneath it up in an impatient rush that quickly brought them both over John's head and slung away into the shadows. John fumbled at the buttons on Sherlock's shirt with equal impatience but considerably less dexterity, inwardly cursing at the sheer number of them until Sherlock mercifully reached down and popped them open easily. John's hand slid over the curve of Sherlock's shoulder as he pushed the shirt off, marvelling at this man's body that was a study of contrasting soft skin and sharp angles.

Trousers and pants were next, slid down and kicked aside much more easily until all the barriers were gone. When Sherlock pressed down against him again, kissing him fervently still, the feel of Sherlock's heated skin flush against his own was intoxicating. Sherlock's hands sought his out, interlacing their fingers as he pinned John's hands to the mattress on either side of John's head. John was distantly aware of low, needy noises that appeared to be coming from his own throat as he ground his hips up to rub his erection against Sherlock's body. Sherlock shifted after a moment of this, moving up to align their hips together and when the other man's now fully erect length rubbed smoothly against his own, it was nearly enough to short-circuit John's brain completely.

"Christ Sherlock," John gasped against Sherlock's mouth in a voice he barely recognized as his own, hoarse and broken with need. When he'd planned this moment in his head, it had been a slow seduction that would take hours as John worshiped Sherlock's body from the top of his head down to his toes. He hadn't really expected them both to be reduced to quivering bundles of need so quickly like horny teenagers, but it probably shouldn't have been surprising given how long they'd both waited for this. There would be plenty of time for the other later— right now, John needed Sherlock inside him more than he needed air. "Do you have..."

"Loo," Sherlock replied quickly, his voice as uneven as John's, and if John's brain were working properly he might have pointed out that this was actually John's backup supply of condoms stashed away at the bottom of his medical kit that Sherlock wasn't even supposed to know about.

John felt Sherlock heave a reluctant sigh before rolling off, leaving a rush of cold air in his wake. He was treated to the sight of Sherlock's retreating backside, which was worth a great deal of appreciation. John barely had time to pull the duvet up around him for warmth before Sherlock returned in record time, tossing a tube of lubricant and a condom wrapper on the bed before flicking on the nearest lamp on the bedside table.