Ch. 19
Sherlock never knew anything could feel as good as what he felt in this moment with John. John felt the same way. Sure, sex was sex for John most of the time. He had only ever been in love once, and that was silly high school love. Sex was sex; he was a man after all. But something about Sherlock made John feel he really connected with him on a deeper level. He had had feelings for Sherlock for a long while, even before the Fall. Those two years without Sherlock nearly drove him insane. But, John knew he had a place in this world; and it was beside Sherlock Holmes. Forever and always.
"Sherlock...?" John breathed. He kissed his lips once more and down his beautiful face, down to his neck.
"You ask questions and make it hard to answer, John," Sherlock said, moaning a little. He wrapped his long fingers in John's hair.
"This may sound completely crazy (kiss)...but I can't imagine my life without you," John said. If he was going to do this, he may as well go for broke.
"John, our whole lives are molded into one large pile of crazy. That isn't even close to being remotely crazy," Sherlock said, bring John's face to meet his own. Once again, John got lost in the deep pools of Sherlock's eyes. He would never get tired of that.
"I...I just can't imagine it. I just...wanted to ask you, if you um...," John stammered to get the words out. Sherlock smiled warmly and took John's face in his hands. He knew exactly what he was asking him.
"Yes. A million times yes," Sherlock said, smiling at his love. John's face lit up like the New York Christmas Tree. John kissed Sherlock with everything he had. With all the love he felt in his heart for the man lying next to him.
"I love you," Sherlock said when they broke apart.
"I love you to the ends of the earth and beyond," John said, resting his forehead on Sherlock's.
"So...what now?" Sherlock asked, hopeful. Yes, he was ecstatic about marrying the love of his life, but his body had other things in mind at the moment...John chuckled low and kissed Sherlock again. He ran his tongue over his lips, asking for entrance. Sherlock shuddered and opened his mouth to let John in. His whole body shivered in anticipation. He hadn't done this before, but he knew that John was the only person who he wanted to be with, in every sense. John's hand, that was resting on Sherlock's pale chest, traveled lower, down his pale stomach then he ran one finger up Sherlock's length, making him shiver. "You going to tease me, Doctor?" he asked, smirking.
"Oh, I aim to please, Detective," John said, wrapping his hand around Sherlock's cock, and gently moving it up and down. Sherlock moaned and dropped back to the bed. His moaning got louder as John moved his hand a little faster, but he decided it wasn't enough. He had never done this before, but was willing to try it. He kissed down Sherlock's chest, his stomach and he climbed in between Sherlock's legs and kissed his inner thighs and at the base of his cock.
"Not a tease, eh?" Sherlock breathed, smirking a little.
"Nope," John said, smirking. He ran his tongue up Sherlock's cock, making the taller man moan loudly. John chuckled darkly and took the head of his cock into his mouth. Sherlock, not hadn't experienced any kind of sexual activity before, felt like he had died and gone to heaven. Nothing was supposed to feel this good. It was just impossible.
"John...oh my god...that feels so good," Sherlock moaned, wrapping his long fingers in John's blonde locks again. John seemed to like it, so he tugged a little, causing John to moan a little as he sucked, making Sherlock moan as well from the vibration. John's goal wasn't to make the detective come this way...he knew exactly how he wanted to do that. But, he would have to get Sherlock, well, relaxed enough, to be able to take him. Sherlock's moans got louder and louder, actually causing him to curse, which John figured he was doing a good job (no pun intended).
