The Subscription (Johnlock)

May

John said goodnight to Mike and his friends, leaving some cash to cover his drinks on the table. It had been fun, watching the game with them, in a crowded pub.

As he stepped outside, he looked both ways, trying to remember where the tube station was. He wasn't in this part of London that often. He was pretty sure it was a couple blocks to his right.

The neighborhood had a much different feel this late at night. There were people walking around, but many were leaning against buildings, sometimes calling out to people as they passed. Street walkers. Drug dealers.

"Where are you rushing off to, blondie? Come here and talk to me."

John just shook his head at the questions that came his way, and kept walking without pausing.

"Looking for some company tonight?" The question came from a shadowy doorway, but the voice made John freeze in his tracks. As he looked towards where he had heard it, a man stepped forward into the light.

John took his time, looking Sherlock over from head to toe. His hair seemed a little longer, messy dark curls that John always wanted to sink his hands into. Black eyeliner made his eyes seem even greener. A tight light grey t-shirt showed off his slim chest. Black biker jeans encased his long legs, ending in lace up Doc Martin boots. He looked incredible. A wet dream on legs.

"Fuck yes." John finally replied, his voice already raspy with arousal. It had been far too long since he'd last seen Sherlock, since he'd fucked that beautiful, tight ass. Long weeks filled with anticipation, masturbating often to memories of their past encounters.

Sherlock gave him a slow, wicked smile, and pushed John against a brick wall. Holding John's head tilted to the perfect angle, he gave him a deep, hungry kiss. His tongue stroked along John's, making him moan in pure need.

When he finally pulled back, John was a panting mess. "Please, let's go somewhere private. I want you naked, on a bed...". He wasn't too proud to beg, just needing more time with this sexy man.

Nodding, Sherlock took his hand, leading him down an alley. It was dark, with trash strewn about, twisting until John lost his sense of direction. They emerged in a dingy area, and Sherlock soon had them in a run down hotel. It was the type of place that rented rooms by the hour. John stood to the side, feeling completely out of place, while Sherlock talked to the front desk, coming back with a key.

Finally, they were in a tiny hotel room, alone. John didn't care how awful it looked; he only cared about finally being alone with Sherlock. They were immediately kissing as soon as the door locked behind them, John's hands everywhere on Sherlock, wanting everything. Greedy, frantic.

Sherlock let out a deep, sexy chuckle, and let John do what he wanted. John soon had his t-shirt off, kissing and nipping at his skin as he started undoing Sherlock's jeans. He was about to slide them down when Sherlock pushed him into a chair.

He lifted his foot, resting his heel on the edge of the seat between John's legs. "Better take these off first."

Swallowing hard, John nodded, running his hands over the smooth leather until he found the laces. They were tightly double knotted, and John picked at them, trying to loosen and untie them. As he worked, Sherlock lowered the front of the boot, pressing firmly right against John's hard cock.

Groaning, John kept at his task, finally get the boot undone and pulling it off. Sherlock soon had his other foot in the same position, and it seemed to take even longer to get that one off.

Finally, Sherlock stood in front of John, letting him push his tight jeans down his long legs. Still sitting in his chair, John was at the perfect height to really appreciate Sherlock in just his black boxer briefs, molded to his slim body.