Johnlock Oneshots

Smut

When they got back John put Sherlock's left overs in the fridge and went up to his bedroom to change. Sherlock on the other hand, quickly pulled out his laptop and searched, "How to get someone in bed with you" He scanned through most of the paragraphs noting what was important and tucking it away in his mind palace.

John came back down dressed in a plain white t-shirt and his pajama bottoms. Sherlock couldn't keep his eyes off of John while he scanned the fridge for a beer. He watched as he lifted the bottle to his perfect lips and took a swing. John walked back to his chair and sat down.

All he could think about was the kiss at the restaurant and how he wanted more. Sherlock was a drug and with one little taste, John instantly got addicted. Sherlock was typing away on his computer and John was watching him, taking a sip of his beer every now and then.

Once the beer was gone, John didn't know what to do. Sherlock was deep into whatever he was doing on his computer and the was clear he wasn't coming back any time soon. John set the empty beer bottle down on the small table next to his chair and stood up. He walked behind Sherlock and wrapped his arms around him, placing a kiss on his cheek.

Sherlock's head shot up and he stopped typing. After a few minutes he looked back down at his laptop and started typing again. John sighed. He looked at Sherlock's screen and read the the top of it, The Science of Deduction. John groaned and sat back down in his chair.

He thought for a bit, thinking of how he could get Sherlock off his computer. John got it. He got up from his chair and stood up in front of Sherlock. There noses were an inch apart, just close to touching. Sherlock looked up at John. John closed the gap between them and kissed Sherlock passionately. The consulting detective closed his computer and set it on the floor, wrapping his arms around John.

The kiss didn't last long, until John had Sherlock pinned against the wall attacking his neck with love bites and kisses. The room was filled with moans and groans from Sherlock, soft whines from Sherlock, and heavy breathing from the both of them. John unbuttoned Sherlock's tight purple shirt and attacked his nipples. Sherlock cried out with pleasure and begged John for more. Sherlock felt his knees go weak under him, he felt his trousers get tight, and he was moaning like crazy. John went for the other nipple, pinching Sherlock's other one with his fingers.

When Sherlock couldn't take anymore, John left sloppy kisses down his torso to his waist line. He unbuckled Sherlock's belt and unzipped his trousers.

"John...," Sherlock breathed, "wait...." He struggled to get it out. John stopped and stood up again.

"Do you not want to have sex?" John asked.

"I do, it's just- you know.....I've never done anything before."

John held Sherlock's chin in his hand, "I'll guide you through it." He gently kissed Sherlock's lips. Sherlock replied it with a slight smile on his face. John snaked his arms around Sherlock's waist and pulled him off the wall, guiding him to his bedroom.

Both of them kept tripping over each other's feet and that ended in a fit of laughter once Sherlock fell. When John offered a hand to help him, Sherlock pulled him down with him. Once they caught their breath they both got up and walked into Sherlock's bedroom, closing the door.

Sherlock was pushed onto the bed by John and he left more love marks on Sherlock's exposed skin. While John was doing that, Sherlock was focusing his attention on getting John's pajama bottoms off as well as his pants, but he wasn't wearing any.

Since his bottoms were already off, John pulled Sherlock's trousers off as quick as he could but carefully slid his pants off. Sherlock was getting nervous. Both him and John were fully exposed and they were just eyeing each other.