A Study In Sleep

Chapter. 30

*SMUT WARNING-*
*SKIP TO END IF YOU WANT*

Sherlock panted softly as he gazed down to John with the widest, most dilated eyes, with a hint of embarrassment and fear in his eyes.
“I’ve never.. n-n-never...” he stuttered as his length began to strain his trousers. He was a little scared, because it was all so new but he wanted this and he nodded in agreement as John said this.
"It's okay.." John hushed the madman softly, "if you don't want, you don't have to.." he murmured, pressing a small kiss to Sherlock's cheek and down his neck slightly.
Sherlock trembled above him, eyes widening in horror as John suggested this and he quickly shook his head.
“N-N-N-No... no... John please...” he begged softly, a soft moan leaving his lips as he laid upon the blogger, the man he loved more than life.

"Alright then.." John giggled slightly, taking Sherlock's trembly hand, "why don't we go to the bedroom then? You can just follow my lead.." He suggested softly.

Sherlock nodded as he held tightly to John’s hand with his trembly hand, blue eyes so wide and innocent. He nodded, reluctantly getting off him and standing and his length was visibly straining against his trousers and he bit his lip, blushing like it was wrong for that to happen but it was right and he waited for John like a lost puppy but he wanted this more than John could imagine.

John smirked as he stood up slightly looking the brunette up and down, obviously impressed.
"You're lucky I won't tease you.." he pointed out, beginning to lead the way to Sherlock's bedroom. Halfway over, he picked the madman up in his arms and began carrying him.
"Do you have any lube or condoms?" He asked, raising an eyebrow slightly as he opened the with his foot, placing little kisses on Sherlock's neck as he carried on carrying him.
Sherlock was delightfully surprised that John picked him up and the held to him tightly, eyes closed as he enjoyed the feeling of his plump lips against his neck.
“I-I-I-I think so... u-um.. oh.. J-John...” he moaned softly, stuttering a little. He melted completely in John’s arms and he didn’t know anything better but to let the pleasurable feeling of his kisses over take his senses.

John gently placed Sherlock down onto the bed and pulled away,
"If you haven't got any, I can go up to my old room and get some from the dresser.." he spoke. Still feeling the strain in his own trousers from his stirring length. His cheeks slightly flushed pink as he headed to leave the room to go up to his old room.

He was experienced, to say the least. Knowing little bits and bobs from the military- especially from when he was known as 'Three Continents Watson' during his younger years in the army.

Sherlock nodded eagerly as he waited like a lost man on the bed. He listened to John head up the stairs, eyes closing as he felt his length twitch in his boxers and he tried to hide it like it wasn’t meant to be doing that even if it was completely natural. He was full fully clothed, only because he wanted to make this right, for this to be perfect. He was 38 years old and he was a virgin and to say he was embarrassed was an understatement. John deserved so much better.

The blogger returned swiftly with a smile on his face, walking a little weirdly due to his hard on. He couldn't help it.
"Everything okay?" He asked. Placing down the stuff on the bedside dresser he began to unbutton his own shirt eagerly, exposing hid old dog tags he had slipped on whilst he was in his old room.
"I know you have a military kink, love.. it was rather obvious in Baskerville and also your mother told me a couple of things.." he smirked a little as he tugged off the rest of his shirt.

His hair afterwards all spiky up and messy like a hedgehog and the scar on his shoulder rather crisp looking. The scar tissue finely healed over the past four years.

Sherlock was silent with the widest eyes as he stared at John, his eyes full of admiration and emotion for the man as he sat on the edge of the bed. He raised his hands and grabbed John by the hips pulling him to stand between his own as he traced his chest with his slender, soft fingers. His eyes and fingers traced every inch of him, fingers lingering on the bullet wound a moment.
“You’re beautiful...” he whispered, the emotion clear in his voice as he admired him immensely. He was so innocent and willing to learn and give himself to the man, the man he loved the moment he met him. He never wanted to let go. Never.
John couldn't help but smile softly, as he looked down at the detective.
"And you are too.." he murmured before pulling Sherlock into another kiss as he let his hands snake down to Sherlock's shirt and began to undo the buttons with a bit if a struggle since he was kissing the madman at the time.