(Hey smut warning as always. I know it starts sortve slow but it's worth it I promise (;
Sherlock
I just couldn't understand why John was trying so hard not to give in to me. It was obvious he wanted to. His pulse, his dilated pupils, the staring at me, the countless number of times he's blushed, or complimented me, how easily flustered he gets when we're called a couple. It's all right there. But why won't he admit it?
I was sitting in the living room, shortly after leaving John in his bed, hard as a rock. I couldn't lie to myself, I was hard too. I hadn't meant for this, but my body keeps telling me that I'm attracted to John. When I try to kiss him or try to make my move, he denies it. I'm not sure where this leaves us. I suppose I'll have to continue teasing until he gives up and let's me have him. Or, a rather unpleasant option, I could completely back off. Leave him alone, not talk about this again, not try to kiss him again, not even flirt with him again. I would hate it. Simply because all this teasing has turned out to be equally as much a turn-on to me as it was for him. But I'm not denying it. He is. That's the issue.
I couldn't leave him alone. It was impossible. The clock had now struck 10:30 am, about 3 and a half hours after John had woke up and he still hasn't left his bedroom. I groaned and tried to draw my attention down to the violin in my hands, but my mind continued to race. After a few more minutes of half-assed playing of the violin, I decided I needed to figure this out. I set the instrument down and walked to John's bedroom. The door was closed.
"John." I said from the side I was standing on. I could hear him shift in his room.
"Yes?" He called back.
"Why is it again, that you're trying to pretend you don't like me?" I asked. 'Like me'? I sounds pathetic. My eyes slightly widened. I don't just sound pathetic, I'm acting pathetic. How had I not noticed already that this was turning me into a clingy, sentimental mess. I immediately regretted asking him that. Before he could answer, I quickly spoke again.
"Never mind. If you don't want this, that's fine. I- apologise for the inconvenience, John." I said solemnly. I left after that, not giving him time to reply. I was acting very odd and I wouldn't let it continue to happen. I may be taking John's approach, but from now on, I would be pretending nothing ever happened. It shouldn't be too hard, I thought. I may have been wrong.
I decided to conduct an experiment to take my mind off things, but I couldn't figure out what to conduct it on. Perhaps the acidity of sweets? I'd already done an experiment like that a few weeks back. I groaned and leaned helplessly against the wall in the kitchen. What to do, what to d- my cell buzzed. Excitedly, I answered the call.
"Sherlock. 86 West Emberland Street. We've got a murder." Lestraude's voice played out from my phone. I hung up and immediately slipped my phone back into my pocket and grabbed my coat.
"John!" I yelled. I pulled my coat on and then rummaged around for my scarf. A few moments later, John walked into the room, fully showered and dressed.
"Good, you're ready. We have a murder." I said, flipping my collar up. John grabbed his coat without saying a word. I promptly left the room and heard John's footsteps right behind mine.
(I know u fuckers aren't reading this for the plot and crime scene details, so I'll go over the crime solving parts very quickly don't worry)
John and I walked into the flat with all the police tape around it. Sally and Anderson began some remark but I just walked right past them into the room in the flat in which there was a dead woman on the floor.
"Been dead for a few days. Grocery delivery service saw her through the window. She'd pre-ordered groceries the day she died. Lived alone, 46 years old. Stab wound to the chest." Lestraude informed me. John was at the body, checking the pulse and such. I quickly looked around. I stooped down for a second, glancing at the dead body that lay before me.
"Your killer is either Mr. or Mrs. Osteade." I said, standing up and stuffing my hands into my pockets. This was too easy.
Lestraude gave me a dumbfounded look. I sighed.
"Oh, please. This woman has been all over the news. School teacher, Anne Simmons. One of her students, Jesse Osteade just came forward saying that she'd been sexually abusing him. She was able to be cleared of all charges. Found not guilty. Your killer is one of Jesse's parents, looking for justice." I said shortly. I made eye contact with John and gestured to the door, and with that we were leaving the scene. I called us a taxi and we got into the backseat.
"That was too easy." I groaned. I was looking down and adjusting my watch as I heard John mumble something along the lines of 'smart arse.' I looked up at him. I immediately recalled dry-riding his dick this morning. The raunchy thought took me by surprise and I lost my previous train of thought. I could still hear him moaning my name. I imagined the consequences of leaning in and kissing him right this second. Stop. I snapped out of it and came back to my senses. John was staring at me with an eyebrow raised. I cleared my throat and looked out the window.
"Sherlock?" John asked in his usual confused voice. I lifted my eyes up and stared at all the passing buildings. I had no interest in responding to John. I was becoming too attached. I was developing sexual feelings. Not just sexual feelings, but ones for John Watson at that. And he didn't seem to want to partake in any romantic or sexual relationship with me. It must've been a few moments since John last spoke, for he spoke again.
"Sorry for- ahem.. sorry for lying." John said, his hands politely in his lap and his gaze out his own window. I looked at him.
"Should I ask for what you're apologi-"
"I've pushed you away in fear that you would make me look stupid."
A silence followed John's outburst.
"You are stupid, John. You don't need my help with that."
John chuckled, but still looked nervous. I could tell he had more to say, so I quietly waited for him to continue.
"I was pushing you away to save myself from embarrassment and didn't stop to acknowledge that if I pushed you away hard enough, you'd stay away. I.. you gave me a chance to have you and I declined. I wouldn't be surprised if that chance is completely gone now. What I'm saying is, it's my fault that you think you're being sentimental or whatever. You're not doing anything wrong. I just.. I didn't want to get played by you, but-"
"Shut up, John. I get the point."
John nodded. It was quiet for a few moments again. I sighed.
"Lean in." I said. John looked at me quizzically, but when I didn't move or say anything else, he did. He leaned in like he was about to kiss me and stopped right next to my face.
"My pulse, John. Check it." I said quietly. He reached down and felt my pulse.
"Slightly accelerated." He mumbled. Our eyes locked.
"What do you notice about my eyes, John?"
"Your pupils. Dilated." He said in a breathy mutter.
"What does that mean?" I asked. John stayed silent for a moment. He moved closer. It happened very suddenly. Before I could do anything else, his lips were on mine. I wasted absolutely no time, knowing the sensation I've only ever had the pleasure of experiencing twice with John. I opened my mouth and incorporated my tongue into the kiss. John reached up and placed one hand on the back of my neck and the other in my hair. He pulled himself closer to me and he was now practically in my lap. My hands fell to his waist. I was kissing passionately and he was kissing me back. I leaned forward, trying to close all space between us. We pulled away for a second to get a breath. John's eyes were wide like he was worried I'd be angry about this. I was not. I moved in and kissed him again. Just as my hands were making their way to his ass, the taxi cab stopped. I pulled away and groaned. I took out a few pounds and handed them the driver. Me and John scooted out of the cab. It drove off and we were left standing in front of the door to 221b. I quickly unlocked the door and pulled John up the stairs with me. Our lips connected again, right outside the door to our flat. I opened it up without breaking our kiss. When we made it inside, I roughly pushed John onto the couch. I pulled of my coat and threw it towards the door. John was staring at me, waiting for my next move. I grabbed him by his coat and ripped that off of him as well. I kissed him again. Our tongues met and our hands desperately pulled at each other. He was lightly tugging on my hair and I was under his shirt and jumper, feeling up his chest. As my fingers found his nipples he gasped into the deep kiss. I pulled him up and grabbed his jumper and shirt and quickly took them off of him. I tossed them onto the floor. We were kissing again. His mouth still on mine, he started unbuttoning my shirt. I was unfamiliar with anything past this, although I wasn't keen to admit it. When I had to form a relationship with Genniene in order to break into her boss' office (the time I got shot by Mary), Genneine tried this with me. Sex, I mean. I was not turned on. I wasn't hard and therefore we couldn't. I was relieved when she dismissed it and didn't approach the topic again. But with John it was different. I already felt myself getting hard. I just didn't know exactly what to do. He ran his hands up and down my chest. His fingers made it to the button on my trousers. He unbuttoned them but I grabbed his wrist to stop him from going any further. He looked up at me. I had him sit up and I got off of the couch, kneeling in front of him instead. He looked at me with eyebrows raised. I brought my mouth up to his neck and started kissing my way down to his chest. I sucked on his nipples and scored a moan out of him. This motivated me to continue. Hearing John moan made me hard. I brought my mouth back up to his neck and started sucking at the skin just above his collar bone. I looked up to see that he'd closed his eyes and was breathing heavily out of his mouth. That means I'm doing well. I dropped down to pay all my attention to his trousers. I quickly unbuttoned them and pulled them down to his ankles. From there I pulled them completely off. John's eyes were open again and trained on me. I started kissing his lower stomach. As I began kissing his erection through his underpants, his breath hitched. I pulled these off as well, leaving John completely exposed. I kissed his tip and ran my tongue over his slit. He groaned softly. I put my lips all the way around him and starting going lower and lower. John's hand flew up to my hair and he grabbed my dark locks tightly. I went down as far as I could until I'd taken all of him into my throat. I quickly pulled up and back down again, deepthroating John Watson.
"Shit," he moaned. My hands were up at his waist, holding on and giving me support, as I continued to take him in my mouth. I went up and down, hallowing my cheeks and sucking hard on him. His moans got more consistent and he began bucking up into my mouth. I let my jaw go slack and he pulled my hair and started thrusting into my throat. My eyes were watering but I wouldn't have stopped for anything in the world. One of my hands trailed up his chest and started massaging his nipple as he fucked my mouth.
"Sh-Sherlock, fuck.." he moaned. He was so loud that I'm sure Ms. Hudson would've been able to hear if she was downstairs. I began moving my head in time with his thrusts, pushing him as deep into my throat as he could go. His eyes snapped closed and his moans got louder.
"Oh god, sSh.." he trailed off, his voice breathy. His thrusts got quicker and messier. He looked back down again and we made eye contact as he thrusted long and hard a few last times. Finally, his body jerked a few times and his cum spilled into my mouth. I swallowed as much as I could and wiped the rest off of my face. He was leaning back on the couch. Seeing his O face made my dick throb in my trousers. I just continued lightly kissing and licking his dick as he rode out his orgasm. When the ride completely stopped, he opened his eyes up and looked at me. He was speechless. I stared at him fora few moments and he just didn't say a thing. I stood up and pulled off my trousers.
"Ready for my turn?" I asked with a serious tone. John licked his lips and stood up to pull me in for a deep kiss.
(Don't worry guys this will be continued)
