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Am I Dreaming?	By : Lo Category: S through Z > Sherlock (BBC) > Sherlock (BBC) Views: 4550 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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- 1-Am I Dreaming?
- 1
John felt pathetic looking down at his tented pajama bottoms. He had just woken up from another hot dream starring Sherlock and himself. This time the setting was the royal palace and Sherlock was wearing nothing but that goddamn bed sheet.
His cock twitched at the mere memory. Sliding his hand under the waistband, he grabbed himself roughly as if to punish the damn thing for even being there and sat up. After giving himself only 3 firm strokes, he sighed and got up.
Grabbing some fresh clothes, he headed for the bathroom. If he was to deal with his current problem, might as well be in the shower for easy clean up. He cranked on the water and stepped away, letting it heat up.
I need to shave, he thought to himself after a quick glance in the mirror. I wonder if Sherlock likes me clean shaven or with a little stubble? He shook his head trying to banish the thought but to no avail. He was bombarded with hotter thoughts. If he likes my stubble I could rub my chin against his shoulder, or graze his thigh, or...
He turned on the shower head and stepped under the spray, letting it wash over him in a rush for the drain. He grabbed himself again, softly this time, and stroked slowly, lost in his thoughts. I wonder if he would like things slow or more rough? Does he have any hidden birthmarks? What does his skin taste like? His mouth taste like? His...
He stroked faster. His heart racing, breathing heavy.
Click Bang!
The bathroom door flew open, slamming against the wall, and Sherlock threw the shower curtain aside. "John where the hell is your compu..?" He paused. John was winded, his face was flushed, and he was trying, in vain, to hide his obvious erection. "Oh you're masturbating. Sorry I interrupted, where is your laptop?"
"What the hell Sherlock!? Didn't you hear the water running? Why didn't you knock!?" John blurted, cupping his hands around his aching cock. "And why are you staring at me like that?"
Sherlock raised an eyebrow and admitted, "Alright I lied, I don't really need your laptop." Then he smirked and stepped into the shower, fully dressed.
"What are you mmph...?"
Sherlock pressed John to the wall and kissed him forcefully, sliding his tongue past John's lips. John took pause for only a moment. Pressed to the wall, arms out in surprise like an idiot, but then his brain caught up with the situation. He grabbed Sherlock's hips and wriggled his tongue against Sherlock's.
Is this really happening? He wondered. Am I still asleep? His hips moved from the wall and he ground himself against his flatmate. Sherlock pulled back and looked down at John's cock. He wrapped his slender fingers around him firmly.
John moaned," Is this actually happening or am I still asleep?"
"Oh so you dream about me?" Sherlock smirked, stroking John slowly.
"Yes." John groaned, his head lolling against the wall.
"Good, because I have had annoyingly frequent dreams about you as well. I needed to see you naked to make any future dreams I have of you more accurate."
"Got more than you bargained for," John smirked back at his best friend and thrust into Sherlock's hand.
Sherlock grabbed John's chin and forced him to look him in the eye,"Don't get over eager," he squeezed John's cock firmly making him gasp,"I don't want you to come yet doctor."
Then Sherlock dropped down to his knees and quickly sucked John's cock into his mouth. John gasped at the sudden change and groaned when Sherlock began sucking him, his head bobbing up and down. His hips bucked involuntarily and Sherlock paused. He gripped John's hips tight and slammed his arse back to the wall and held him there as he continued devouring him.
So he likes it a little rough, good to know. John thought as he inched closer to release. I wonder if I will have finger tip shaped bruises? I hope so.
Just as he had that thought Sherlock let go of one hip and snaked his hand up between John's legs. John's heart skipped as Sherlock slid one slender finger past his puckered muscle. One knuckle, then two. He twirled his finger in a small circle, tearing a deep moan from John's lips. A couple more bobs of Sherlock's head and one more twirl of that finger and John flew apart.
As his inner fire dimmed he looked down at Sherlock who cocked an eyebrow and wiped his chin. Water showered down his right side and his clothes were completely soaked.
As he stood he turned off the water. John grabbed his arm tight and said, "Leave your wet clothes here and follow me to the bedroom."
John stepped out of the tub and grabbed a towel. He headed to the bedroom, hearing the wet slap of Sherlock's clothes hitting the tub. He was digging for a bottle of lube in his dresser when Sherlock walked in naked and shaking.
"Get under the blankets and wait."
Sherlock actually did what he was told, he actually obeyed. Ok so he likes to be a little rough and he like to take orders. I can definitely work with that. John turned back to his dresser to hide his amusement.
He found the little bottle and turned back to Sherlock, who had the blanket pulled up to his chin. His wet hair was a mess across John's pillow and he had a somewhat uncertain look on his face.
"It's ok to be nervous, I'm a little nervous too."
"I'm not nervous," Sherlock bit back.
Liar, John thought, Oral was one thing, sex is different.
He put one leg up, resting his foot on the bed. Squeezing a little lube on his fingers, he rubbed his entrance. He was never sure who would be on the receiving end between the two of them. Maybe they would take turns? Anyway he was obviously preparing to receive first.
He carefully slid a finger into himself, then slowly added a second, groaning at the pressure. He looked down at Sherlock and noticed the blanket moving.
"No, don't do that or you'll finish before we even start."
Sherlock glared at him but the blanket stopped moving.
"Good, now watch me prepare for you." John was already getting hard again and the motion of his fingers no longer hurt. It was just a pleasurable pressure now. He looked back to Sherlock who was staring, fascinated and lustful. John let out a light moan, making a show of how good his fingers felt, then slowly withdrew his lube slicked fingers and stroked his cock, making his member slippery. Then with his free hand, without warning, he yanked the blanket down Sherlock's body. He squirmed from the sudden exposure of cool air on his still damp skin but settled as John crawled on top of him.
John kissed Sherlock softly, gently passing his tongue across Sherlock's lower lip. He opened his mouth allowing John to slip his tongue inside to move with his own. As they snogged John reached down and stroked Sherlock's cock, pulling a moan from him. He arched against John and kissed him harder.
John pulled back and looked Sherlock in the eye, "Are you ready?"
Sherlock's face went red and he nodded slowly. Without a word John shifted and slowly lowered himself onto the tip of Sherlock's cock.
It was bigger than he expected but he could endure it. Sherlock on the other hand was breathing hard and bucked his hips. John gasped at the quick invasion and he realized it was his turn to pin Sherlock's hips. He held him down as he slid further onto Sherlock's cock, slowly, enjoying the light pain of stretching. Then he was full, he had Sherlock completely within him. He groaned at the fullness, the pressure.
"huff huff John, haw you are so tight. huff huff I may not last very long." The hard breathing, the furrowed brow, Sherlock was really worried, like he was afraid of disappointing John.
"Don't worry, if you come too quickly we can always try again later. Practice makes perfect, kind of like playing the violin," John replied, kissing Sherlock's neck.
He rocked slowly, sliding up and down Sherlock's shaft. John's cock throbbed as the head of Sherlock's slid back and forth over John's prostate.
He loved the bursts of pleasure and loved the sight of Sherlock. His hands were fisted in the sheets, breathing hard, arching his back, staring back at him desperately. I'm still not sure if I'm awake. Could this be another dream? John thought as he increased his speed.
In an experimental move, Sherlock grabbed John's cock and stroked him, trying to mimic the same rhythm that John was riding him. John moaned, letting his head fall back and riding harder.
"huff huff John! I'm..I'm Ahhhh," that was all Sherlock could say before he came, and he came hard. His free hand gripped John's hip tight and he buried himself to the hilt in John's arse.
The pulsing of Sherlock's cock cumming into John and the hand on his cock sent him over the edge for the second time today. John came onto Sherlock's stomach and collapsed on top of him.
They held each other tight and rode the fading waves of their ecstasy. John rolled off of Sherlock and onto his back but Sherlock quickly curled into his side.
"So you like to cuddle?" John asked, kissing Sherlock's forehead.
"No," Sherlock scowled.
"You know I have deduced a few things about you this morning."
"You 'deduced'," Sherlock mocked, "What do you think you 'deduced'?"
"I've learned you like things a little rough, that you like a firm hand, and that you trusted me enough to be your first lover."
"A firm hand!?"
"Yes I gave you orders and you obeyed."
"What? When?"
John counted the orders with his fingers as he said them, "When I told you to strip and follow me, when I told you to get under the blanket and wait, and when I told you not to touch yourself. You did exactly what I ordered you to do."
Sherlock turned red and snapped, "I was curious, then cold, and I simply didn't want to spoil things by finishing early."
"Hmm, what about my other deductions? You like it a little rough and I was your first, right?"
"I...I don't mind a little force and uh," Sherlock swallowed and then carefully admitted, "Yes, yes you are my only lover."
John smiled, he said only, not first, I like that. He kissed his forehead again.
He grabbed Sherlock's chin and looked him the eye, "Sherlock, I love you." He kissed him softly on the lips.
Sherlock squeezed John, pulling him closer, "I love you too, John." Then Sherlock let out a long yawn and pulled the blanket over the two of them.
John muttered, "I'll make some tea after a quick *yaaaawwn* nap."
"Alright John," Sherlock breathed against him.
They quickly drifted to sleep wrapped in each others arms.
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