Drowning

Home (smut)

WOW, so much for "shouldn't take so long"... so yeah sorry about that.
Anyway this is the smut chapter, yay, so if you don't like that sort of thing or your underage, just please skip to the next chapter.
As always please, please, please give me criticism.
Thank you
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The taxi ride home felt like it took an age for both men. As per usual Sherlock had managed to hail a cab within a few seconds of leaving the hospital, but now they were sitting and the tension was almost unbearable.

All Sherlock wanted to do was thank John and maybe have a cup of tea. All John wanted to do was to tell Sherlock that he loved him and maybe, ok definitely, give him a kiss.

Both men were soaking wet, as they had decided to take a shower in the  hospital. However the old cabbie seemed less than happy that they were dripping wet all over his cab, he kept muttering about "the rudeness of the modern generation."

On one particularly loud muttering session the two men glanced at each other and instantly started to snigger, the tension vanishing instantly.

The cabbie pulled up outside of 221B Baker Street and the two men stepped out. John gave the man a rather large tip as Sherlock strode up the 3 steps and unlocked the door.

Once in the warmth of the lobby Sherlock and John looked awkwardly at each other for a second before Sherlock started "look, John. Thank you... for... coming for me and... I'm sorry..."

"Sherlock, I'll always come for you no matter what, and why are you apologising. It isn't your fault they took you" John said taking a step closer to him.

"No it's not that..." Sherlock said uncomfortably "I...Ugh..I shouldn't have kissed you earlier"

"What if I want to be kissed now" John replied with a sliy grin as he moved closer to his friend

"I thought you weren't gay" the detective said letting John press him softly against the wall.

They were nose to nose, staring into each other's eyes "maybe your an exception" John whispered

Both men leaned forwards and for the third time that night. Their lips meet.

Their lips start to move against each other in a slow but passionate kiss. Sherlock let out a deep groan as John opened his mouth and slipped his tongue into Sherlock's, his hands began to slid slowly up and down his chest and rib cage, pressing lightly as so not to press too had on the bruised skin underneath the shirt.

Suddenly Sherlock hooked the heal of his foot around Johns ankle and pulled make John temporarily lose his balance Sherlock took this opportunity to spin them around so John's back was pressed firmly against the wall, the friction as they turned was amazing and both men groaned loudly as they began to grow hard.

"Sherlock" John moaned, running his hands up the slender, muscular torso and over his shoulders, weaving his fingers into the detectives curling locks as Sherlocks hands rested on the shorter mans hips and moved his attention to John's neck, nipping and sucking his way down to John's collar bone.

"ugh" he gasped as Sherlock rolled his hips, both men were getting harder at the contact.

"Bedroom now" Sherlock whispered in a low, husky and very sexy voice. A shiver ran up John's spin. "If you want to... that is?" He added awkwardly, looking deep into his eyes. "Oh god yes" the doctor replied leaning forwards and gave him a quick kiss before grabbing his hand and pulling him up the stairs to their apartment.

John and Sherlock burst through the door, John slamming it shut with his foot behind them.

"Kiss me" he said