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The Naked Roommate	By : Leloi Category: S through Z > Sherlock (BBC) > Sherlock (BBC) Views: 8782 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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- 1-The Naked Roommate
- 1
John Watson entered the living room of the flat he shared with his roommate, Sherlock Holmes and immediately regretted it.
The younger man sat on the couch in his pajamas. That in itself wasn’t unusual for Sherlock spent a lot of his time wearing his pajamas. It was only when he had somewhere to go that he would bother to get dressed. Usually it was a combination of an old tee shirt from university and some lounging pants. In colder weather he added a robe. Always he was barefoot. Since it was the height of summer and the heat particularly oppressive he forewent the robe. A small laptop was balanced on his knee and he did his best to type into it with his left hand.
His right hand was hidden from view, tucked into the front of the lounging pants.
“Good morning, Sherlock.” John greeted, not yet noticing Sherlock’s position.
“Another scorcher today. We’ll be able to smell out the bodies.” Sherlock replied, not glancing up from the laptop.
“Mmm… Body decay. Always a cheery discussion right before breakfast.” John sighed, feeling a little disgusted. His eyes caught on Sherlock’s obvious preoccupation with his right hand.
At that moment the laptop lost its precarious position and threatened to topple. “Damn!”
“You know you could use your other hand.” John stated, not wanting to draw attention to the fact that he knew what Sherlock was doing.
“I could… but it’s busy at the moment.”
“I see…” John breathed. “Need any help?”
Sherlock looked up from the laptop, studying John with his light blue eyes. “If you wouldn’t mind…” Quickly he pulled his penis out of his lounging pants and laid it out in all its erect glory.
“Yes… this wasn’t really what I had in mind when I offered to help you.” John moaned in frustration as he rubbed the bridge of his nose in that “why me” sort of way.
“You’re a doctor, I’m sure you’ve seen plenty of them. Besides you are male.”
John didn’t feel up to arguing schematics with Sherlock. Sitting on the couch, he sighed. “Do we really have no boundaries anymore?”
“You assume we ever had boundaries to begin with. We don’t.” Sherlock replied.
“Of course not…” John sighed, blowing air from his cheeks. Carefully he reached down and took the warm organ in his hand. The skin was silky smooth and he couldn’t help but smile as he caressed his friend. “So you’re letting me seduce you, is that it?”
“Don’t be silly, John. I have a physical need and I need to research a case. You’re handy.” Sherlock replied, moving his hips just a bit to allow John better access.
“You have no attraction to me whatsoever?” John asked, studying his friend closely.
Sherlock bit his lips, his eyes trying to focus on the laptop screen. “What’s that?”
Up to this point John idly stroked Sherlock’s organ, it was reacting to his ministrations. “You want me.”
Finally Sherlock pulled his eyes away from the computer. “Why would you think that?”
John offered Sherlock a smug smile. All at once he leaned in and opened his mouth, taking in the organ he had been stroking.
“Dear God, John!” Sherlock sputtered, nearly dropping the computer. His fingers managed to lessen the machine’s fall to the floor as he helplessly threw his head back, eyes closed and moaned.
Amused at the reaction, John continued, pulling more of the detective’s flesh from the pants. Lightly the scrotum was kissed, his nose taking in the scent of Sherlock’s unwashed warm musk.
All thoughts fled Sherlock’s mind and he found himself trying to lie down on the couch below John. His back found the arm of the chair and he resettled his legs open, around John’s shoulders.
John pulled away long enough to remove Sherlock’s trousers, an amused smile on his face before he returned to his spot between the detective’s legs. “You do want me…” His voice was muffled and low.
“I’m supposed to admit it?” Sherlock gasped, wrapping a leg around the doctor’s back. “I know you can deduce by my actions…” A finger found its way into the detective’s ass and he hissed, arching his back.
John’s finger stroked inside the younger man as his mouth laved and kissed, taking delight in all the groans and moans. “You want me to seduce you…”
“Oh God yes!” Sherlock whimpered, never had experienced anything like this before. John was better than drugs, over the past year or so he found himself high on John’s presence more and more. Perhaps that is why he took the chance to present himself in such a vulnerable position that led to this encounter.
And then the door opened. Inwardly Sherlock cursed his elder brother for taking the liberty of making a copy of the key to the flat. Glancing towards the doorway he could see Mycroft standing with the umbrella, regarding the younger Holmes and his flatmate in a very intimate moment. But Sherlock didn’t care. This was his first sexual experience and he wouldn’t let Mycroft ruin it with bad timing. In fact it aroused him even more and John didn’t seem to notice the intrusion.
“Harder… Harder John.” Sherlock coaxed, his hands wrapping into John’s hair. The older man responded by using two fingers and intensifying his suction. “I’m… about to…” But he couldn’t speak any more. Instead he felt his balls tighten as he expelled into John’s mouth.
John swallowed what was offered. Pulling away a bit, he looked up at Sherlock with a satisfied smile on his face. “Say it.”
Sherlock fondly reached down, his hands on John’s cheeks, pulling him up his body to lie above him. “John Watson… You are mine.” Lifting his head, Sherlock kissed the first serious kiss of his life. Lips met and tongues touched. It sent delicious shivers down Sherlock’s spine as he wrapped his legs around John’s, pinning him there.
Mycroft chose that moment to clear his throat.
Shocked, John looked to the doorway, eyes wide in panic.
“Pay no attention to him.” Sherlock whispered, trying to return John’s focus to himself.
“Sherlock…” John tried, unsuccessfully to extract himself from the younger man’s limbs.
“Please John relax. I need you right where you are.” Sherlock shut his eyes. “I’d thank you to knock next time or call before you barge in, Mycroft. As you can see John and I value our privacy.”
“I wondered when you would lose your virginity. Late bloomer that you are…” Mycroft sighed.
John returned his attention to Sherlock, not having realized the significance of what they had just done. “Sherlock…”
“Can’t you leave me alone for at least 30 minutes? I’m trying to have an afterglow moment.” The younger man cried.
“Fine… 30 minutes.” Mycroft left, shutting the door behind him.
“I didn’t know it was your first time…” John breathed.
“Who would want anything to do with me? I’m the freak, remember?” Sherlock replied.
Bowing his head, John couldn’t respond for a moment. Closing his eyes, he thought of Donovan and Anderson and really anyone who knew Sherlock. The detective was just a little too strange at times. “Sherlock…” Finally he breathed.
“I know I am. No need to try and act sympathetic.” Sherlock’s retort was slightly acidic.
“Sherlock I care about you.” John stated, drawing his eyes up to meet those lovely pale blue eyes. “We’re friends… mates. I care about you.” Gently the doctor placed a hand on Sherlock’s cheek and leaned in to kiss again.
“You’ll leave me. Everyone leaves me.” Sherlock replied, a hint of moisture making his eyes glisten.
“No… no I won’t.” The doctor pulled the detective’s head to his chest, hugging it there with one arm, lips pressed against unruly curly hair. “I love you.”
Sherlock’s breath caught and he silently shook, wrapping an arm around John to keep him in place. The other arm sought out the front of John’s trousers, easing into the waistband.
“Sherlock…” John sighed, pulling away a bit to look down. “You don’t have to do that to get me to stay.”
“I know.” Sherlock’s reply was quick.
John sat up, gently taking Sherlock’s exploratory hand in his own. “Really… you don’t have to.” A small smile was offered up.
Sherlock stared up at his companion for a moment and then back down at his own half aroused cock. “That’s not why I’m…”
John looked down to where Sherlock was looking. “Oh! You really want to… with me?”
“If you wouldn’t mind…” Sherlock frowned a bit.
“I don’t want our first time to be on the couch where Mycroft can stumble in at any moment. Call me old fashioned…”
“Bedroom then?” Sherlock sat up as John slid off of him. “My room is the closest… don’t forget the lube.” With a bit of a swagger he left the living room for the relative safety of his own bedroom.
John sighed and then went to the bathroom to fetch a jar of petroleum. Looking at himself in the mirror he wondered how Sherlock had managed to get him into bed so easily. There was no denying he was attracted to his flatmate and he had come to cherish their friendship. But when he first moved in he never considered that those comments people had made would eventually come true. John had tried for a time to distance them as a “couple” by dating Sarah… but people didn’t seem to notice. And, of course, it had sparked a jealousy in Sherlock John hadn’t been prepared for. It occurred to him then that his flatmate and friend actually wanted to be paired with him. More and more time was spent trying to push at the doctor’s buttons until now… Now he held petroleum, ready to go make Sherlock his lover. Was he really ready for it?
Closing his eyes, John took a deep breath and left the bathroom, knocking lightly on Sherlock’s closed door before opening it. Carefully he shut the door and locked it, not wanting another audience before turning to look at Sherlock. The younger man looked rather vulnerable sitting naked on the edge of the bed, head bowed and hands between his knees. Slowly he looked up at John with something of worry in his eyes.
“Second thoughts?” John queried.
Sherlock stared back at John thoughtfully and then at the petroleum he held. “Will it hurt?”
John tried to smile. “A bit. But we’ve been through worse.” Placing the petroleum on the nightstand he stood before Sherlock. “We don’t have to do this yet. We can give it some time.”
Mutely Sherlock shook his head. Gingerly his fingers reached up to start undoing John’s pants. John helped him, pushing down the pants and underwear before taking off his shirt. Sherlock’s fingers lightly touched the wound one of Moriarty’s snipers had given the doctor on the thigh. John closed his eyes, remembering the night by the pool. “I’ll burn your heart…” Sherlock whispered, pressing his lips to the scar.
John shivered, hearing Moriarty’s words coming from Sherlock’s lips. Perhaps that was the moment Sherlock had started his courtship in earnest… the teasing and the touches. All to reassure himself that John really was there and hadn’t been burned away by a madman. Placing his hands on Sherlock’s shoulders, John knelt down before the great detective. “I’m here, Sherlock.”
Sherlock shifted his position, placing a leg on each side of John. “I know…” Deep in his chest his heart ached remembering the moments of terror he had felt seeing John strapped to a bomb and then being shot. The helplessness he felt when blood flowed through his fingers onto the ground. The sirens screaming in the night… and then the cold, hard anger of frustration that settled in after the shock wore off. John, HIS John had been hurt. Placing his hands on the sides of John’s face he lay back on the bed, guiding his companion to follow. “Fuck me.”
John flinched just a bit. “That’s not what I’m going to do.” Reaching out he took the petroleum and covered two fingers. Quickly the doctor prepared his friend.
“What are you doing then?” Sherlock asked, opening his legs wider to the intrusion.
“I’m going to make love to you.” John replied, finishing his preparation.
Sherlock arched back on the bed, the words sending delightful shivers through his body. Of course John loved him. This wasn’t an impersonal joining of two strangers. This was John in all his warm, gentle glory, lavishing loving attention on HIM, Sherlock!
“You ready?” John whispered, guiding Sherlock’s hips into place.
Sherlock nodded, eyes closed.
John gently pushed in, working himself in slowly to allow Sherlock time to adjust.
Sherlock gasped and opened his eyes wide, staring up at the ceiling. John was better than drugs… better than nicotine patches or even cigarettes he had been addicted to while attending university. John was even better than finding a body.
“Am I hurting you?”
“Oh God, no!” Sherlock cried out, using his legs to urge John deeper. “Just thinking… you’re my new vice.”
John looked worried for a moment. “Vice?”
“Never mind… proceed.”
The older man started out slowly, trying to keep his own impending orgasm in check. Bowing his head, he worked hard, listening to Sherlock’s moans and gasps to determine the pace. “I love you… Sherlock…”
Sherlock threw back his head again, the words making him feel almost giddy inside. His John inside of him, whispering words of endearment, he could barely contain himself. “John… Harder!”
John nearly broke, quickening the pace with deeper thrusts he was too close to slow down or stop with Sherlock’s coaxing. Finally he felt his wave crest and he gave a few more thrusts, feeling himself expel. His hand reached down to touch Sherlock’s organ, barely touching when warm wetness covered his hand. Satisfied he rested against his lover’s chest, taking deep breaths.
They lay for a time, feeling their hearts race against each other as they both slowly softened. Finally Sherlock wiggled a bit and John slid off to lay beside him, fully content. “You’re mine, John…” Sherlock informed the doctor, nuzzling against his ear.
John smiled, wrapping an arm around the detective. “Is that so? A little possessive, aren’t we?”
“Any Holmes would agree with me after what we’ve done.”
“So you are proclaiming your ownership of me to other Holmeses?”
“Mycroft would love to sink his claws into you.”
“Imagine that. What makes me yours exactly?”
“Everything.”
“That’s too simplified, Mr. Detective.”
“Moriarty chose you to burn…”
“Are you implying that had he killed me your heart would have been burned out of you?”
“I’m not very good with softer emotions, John. I don’t know how to explain it.”
“Well… answer me this. Do you want to do this again?”
“Yes.”
John smiled at the answer. “Do you care about me?”
“Yes.” Sherlock bit his lips, staring at his John.
“You don’t want me to leave… is that because you have feelings for me?”
“Yes.” Sherlock’s answer was quiet.
“Did you let me seduce you?”
“Alright, fine! I did! Happy?” Sherlock chuckled.
“Yes.” John replied.
At that moment the sound of an umbrella rapped against the door. “Sherlock? John? Come on out! I require your assistance."
John chuckled and got up. “I don’t think he’s ever called me by my first name before.”
“You’re practically family now…” Sherlock replied, reaching for some clothes.
“All because I seduced you?”
“Don’t get cocky, John.”
--End
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