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A Bit Better	By : VulpineBeesKnees Category: S through Z > Sherlock (BBC) > Sherlock (BBC) Views: 3330 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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John leaned into Sherlock easily as he gazed around at the intimate set up. He hadn’t quite believed Madame Holmes when she said that they had been doing something romantic, but now he was realizing he might have been too quick to assume. A small shiver ran through the doctor’s body as Sherlock’s breath blew through his short hair.
“It’s lovely Sherlock.” John managed breathlessly as he wrapped his arms over Sherlocks, he was slightly taken aback by the gesture.
“Is this what you were doing this morning?” he murmured softly, running his hands along the pale arms circling his waist.
"Yes, although Mycroft beat me to the gazebo I had wanted to take you to, but this was my second choice by only a fraction." Down by the water, the hanging branches of the tree separated naturally, giving them a breathtaking view of the lake and all the foliage reflected there.
His arms tightened around John's waist for a moment before sliding away and pulling John by the hand towards the blanket. "We've got food for a light lunch, mostly fruit and cheese and a little bread. Mycroft insisted I bring wine. I've never seen you drink it, so I asked Winston to decide on some." The detective huffed, still not out of his foul mood.
He reclined on the soft blanket, but instead of letting John sit beside him, he pulled him down, between his spread legs so that they were chest to chest.
"I seem to be in a very..." His face pinched at the word, "cuddly mood today..." He looked down into John's eyes and pursed his lips in obvious irritation at the word John used for the times when he simply desired physical contact.
John lips quirked to the side in a completely different expression as he attempted not to show too much enjoyment in the detectives irritation. He didn't waste a moment before leaning down to snog the bitter look from his face. His lips started soft and slow moving against Sherlock’s, but soon John was sucking on the detectives bottom lip and nipping at it softly.
"Cuddly is fine by me." John breathed against Sherlock’s bruised lips as he pulled away.
"John, you seem to think that your consent matters. I would continue to desire physical contact whether you were fine with it or not." This was true, he would still desire the contact, however they both knew that if John even hinted at not wanting contact, the detective would withdraw and pout for a spell.
His eyes were a little glazed, but still sharp, his breath fanning over John's in short bursts, "However, I must admit, that kiss was a little exhilarating." He pressed his hips upwards into the smaller man's body so he could feel the arousal he'd stirred into being.
"Give me another, then we must eat before our food gets too hot." The fingers of his right hand were splayed out over John’s back, the other propped them both up with a slim elbow.
"So demanding," John muttered playfully, carding through Sherlock’s curls with one hand before bringing their lips together again with a little more force than the before. Bracing one hand against the ground John leaned in, intensifying the kiss. Just as he felt the passion building between them he pulled away, placing one last chaste kiss against Sherlock’s cupids bow before sliding out of his lap to sit beside him on the blanket. The detective groaned at the loss of John’s warm and willing body, but he moved to get up none the less.
“Wouldn’t want to let lunch go to waste.” John teased as he folded one leg underneath himself. Looking out at the edge of the lake John added offhandedly. “And I do like wine.”
Sherlock was pulling out the food, packed neatly in their own containers and two glasses and the wine out of the cooler. The crystal had frost on it, and there were two bottles of wine in the cooler. He shook his head. Winston was a sly old chap.
Bringing the food to John, he didn’t bother with the plates, but did pour them both a glass of wine. He handed John’s over before pulling the tops off of the containers. The cheese was cubed and the fruit had all been sliced or plucked to so that they would be easy finger foods. The bread was in slices in a basket, wrapped in a fresh white towel. However, when the doctor moved to pick up a grape, he swatted his hand away.
“Oi!” John started, mildly bothered by being denied, but Sherlock was quick to explain.
“Let me.” he said softly, his long fingers picking up the grape John had been going for and lifting it to his lips. When he opened his mouth obediently, Sherlock took a moment to run the cool wet fruit along his lower lip before pressing it inside along with the first third of his finger.
John’s mouth closed around the digit, sucking softly as his tongue ran across the pad of his finger. The corner of his lips pulled into a smile as he pulled off of Sherlock’s finger with a soft pop. Finishing the fruit in his mouth John regarded Sherlock carefully, as if he was trying to figure out something particularly difficult.
“You’ve been acting different.” There was a hint of curiosity in his tone as he cocked his head to the side, all his attention on the detective.
“Have I?” He asked, picking up a strawberry, “How so?” But he lifted the strawberry to the older man’s lips before he could answer. “I suppose I should be asking if that’s a good or a bad thing as well.” His lips quirked upwards in a smile.
Rolling his eyes in mock exasperation John opened his mouth, biting into the strawberry in Sherlock’s hand. He swallowed it quickly, licking up the juice that had been left on his lower lip, as he nodded.
“No, it’s definitely a good thing.” John stopped for a moment, ostensibly searching for the words to explain what he meant. “Just wondering where the change came from is all.”
Reaching for one of the strawberries John held it up for the detective, just touching his bottom lip with the fruit.
Sherlock chose not to respond to that. Instead, he leaned down, wrapping his lips around the strawberry until they brushed the other’s fingertips. Closing his eyes, he bit down and pulled away. His lips were coated with juice and he chewed gently, not wanting to disrupt the slightly erotic show he knew he was putting on. Once the fruit had been swallowed, his own tongue came out to lick his lips and gazed hungrily down at the doctor. He wouldn’t allow himself to deviate from the plan this time, it would be John who would have to take the initiative here.
The hunger in Sherlock’s eyes was reflected in John’s entire demeanor as he watched the detective. He licked his own lips out of habit before breaking their gaze, a blush quickly spreading across his features
Sherlock discarded the half eaten strawberry in favor of lifting a small cube of Cheddar to the doctor’s lips. This time there was no teasing, at least, not until he was withdrawing his finger from that hot mouth. His fingers traced over the shape of John’s lips, barely a whisper against his skin.
John’s eyes fluttered closed at the soft touch and let out a gentle sigh. Lifting his chin, the doctors lips chased the fingers, mouthing a soft kiss against them before opening his eyes.
“You’re trying to distract me.” he said softly, his husky tone making it obvious that it was in fact working.
"You can't call it trying if it's successful." He lifted a grape to his own lips and pressed it inside, drawing his lips over the digit in a sinfully slow motion. However the grape hadn't gone far, and he leaned down, lips a gentle pressure against the doctor's before his tongue pressed them open. The fruit was pushed in almost immediately and he pulled back not wanting to give John too much incentive.
He did lean down and just breathe in the scent of his throat as the smaller man chewed. "Don't lie, you enjoy it when I'm stubborn anyway."
A shiver visibly ran through John, and when he looked back to Sherlock his eyes were dark with lust. Splaying one hand out over the detectives chest he gently pushed him back so the detective was sprawled out on the blanket. Then he moved the fruit and cheese within reach as he straddled the younger man’s hips, pinning him to the ground.
“I think,” John started, grabbing a grape and pressing against Sherlock’s lower lip, “You just like what happens when you’re stubborn.”
When Sherlock complied opening his mouth enough for John to slip the fruit in he let his index finger linger just inside the detectives mouth. The curly headed man, being how he was, let his tongue slip between his finger and thumb, pulling the fruit into his mouth before stowing it in his cheek. The muscle then moved back to swirl around the tip of the digit before he sucked lightly at it. Finally, after a moment of teasing, he pulled back, letting it fall from his mouth.
“Then we are at an impasse doctor, because both seem to be true.” He pulled his arms back so that he was leaning back on his elbows, fully content to let the older man take charge. He wasn’t going to let him get anything easily, but for now the comfortable weight settling over his hips was gloriously accepted.
John ran his slick finger along Sherlock’s lip, a mischievous look spreading across his features. He stayed silent for a few moments as his fingers began working at the buttons of Sherlock’s shirt slowly. John’s blue eyes didn’t leave Sherlock’s until he’d undone all but the last two buttons, at which point his hands worked back up the pale chest, pushing the shirt open as he went. His eyes raked over the detective greedily as he leaned down, so they were chest to chest, his lips brushing the shell of Sherlock’s ear.
“How long do you think I have before they come looking for us?” John’s voice was thick with promise. Moving down the detectives neck he sucked at his pulse point to emphasise his intentions.
“It’s about twelve o’clock and we won’t have dinner until around five o’clock. So five hours. Is that enough time for your maniacal plan doctor?” He bit back a moan at the lips on his neck, and tilted his head to the side giving the blonde more room. He hissed softly as John’ moved against his growing hardness.
He was torn now, with his elbows underneath him he was higher up but he couldn’t move his hands, however if he were lowered to the ground, John would have much more of an advantage over him. He instead nuzzled his way back to John’s ear and pressed a wet kiss beneath the lobe.
John purposefully rolled his hips against Sherlock, loving the gasp it pulled from him. Pushing Sherlock back, so he was flat against the ground, he languidly moved the detectives hands so he could grasp them both above his head. Pinning both hands against the ground with one of his own.
“Five hours...” John’s voice trailed off as he breathed down the side of the arched neckline, “I wonder,” He paused again has he reached the protruded collarbone, nipping at the skin softly, “How many times I could deny you before you’d be begging for it.”
Running his tongue along the small mark he’d left as he slowly rubbed their clothed erections against each other again. John let out a soft growl. His own arousal was rapidly grown, but the idea of having Sherlock as desperate as he had been the night before was more than enough incentive.
“Payback's hell.”
Sherlock groaned and arched his body up into John’s with a slow roll. So the doctor wanted to get a little payback for the night before? Fine by him. He was fairly certain that his resolve was stronger. He shifted his arms above him, and like the last time, found them fairly tightly restrained by John’s powerful hand.
“Do you think five hours is enough time?” His tone was teasing as he let his head fall back, stretching his pale neck out for John. The detective was still an arrogant sod, even when he was pinned down and being rutted against.
John paused at the detective jaw to Press open-mouthed kisses there. He chuckled darkly, letting the sound vibrate along Sherlock’s skin before he answered.
“If it’s not, perhaps I’ll just have to make you wait until we get home. Would you like that?” John had shifted so he was rolling his hips into Sherlock’s, his mouth breathing hotly against the shell of his ear once again. “For me to leave you gagging for it for hours till we get back to London? Till you were begging for it?”
He really wouldn’t, John wouldn’t be able to wait that long himself, but he knew the idea would spark Sherlock’s arousal like nothing else. Of course five hours would be more than enough time, so John was in no rush. Besides, they both knew his resolve was more likely to falter before Sherlock’s.
An involuntary moan ripped itself from Sherlock's chest at John's words. He couldn't remember ever hearing something so deliciously sinful falling from the blonde's lips. His breathing increased and his hips started a slow roll up into the smaller man's.
"You wouldn't." His voice was deep with lust and his pupils were blown wide, "besides would that be any way to thank me for such a magnificent outing?" He knew John could feel the aching hardness of him, and that he wouldn't believe he wouldn't thoroughly enjoy that for one minute.
“Hmmm.” John hummed sucking at the detectives earlobe softly before placing a soft nip and answering. “I suppose not... Let’s hope it doesn’t resort to that then.”
Working a hand between them John undid the last few shirt buttons, teasing at the sensitive skin between his navel and pants line before he pushed himself up so they were nose to nose. They were no longer touching except for where John had his hands pinned into the top of the blanket, and where his knees were pressed against his sides.
“I’m going to need both my hands. You had your warning last time. You can move them to the side if it’s more comfortable, but if you can’t manage to keep your hands to yourself I will stop, and not just for a few seconds. I’ll leave you here, maybe pour myself a glass of wine. I’ll watch you squirm until I’m sure you’ve learned your lesson. Understand?” John’s voice was low and gravelly and he brushed their noses together, still holding Sherlock’s wrists tightly until he had some sort of confirmation from the man beneath him
The detective didn't trust his voice to answer, so he merely nodded instead, twisting his hands into the blanket to give him something to hold on to. He couldn't help but think the doctor was glorious in his idea for punishment, and he wondered for a moment which he would like more, the incessant teasing or the deprivation.
His hips thrust up slightly, looking for a little friction but found none. He looked up into John's eyes and felt his knees go a little weak at the predatorial gaze he found. His heartbeat quickened and his lids fell down to hood his gaze. Yes, this was going to be a wonderful afternoon.
"Good" John whispered, ducking down to steal a rough kiss as he let go of Sherlocks wrists before pulling back completely. He was seated on the thin hips below him again, the hard bulge in Sherlocks trousers pleasantly pressed against him.
He wasted no time in shedding his jumper, but when it came to the dark blue button up underneath he took his time. Slowly toying with each button before slipping them open, his eyes raking over Sherlock hungrily as his mind worked through all the things he wanted to do. Tossing his shirt with the jumper beside them John considered stripping Sherlock of his shirt completely, but quickly decided against it. The sharp contrast of the dark shirt to his pale skin was beautiful, and the way it was thrown open around him just made the detective look more disheveled.
Leaning back down, sighing softly at the skin to skin contact, John guided Sherlocks chin to the side with one hand and held it there while his other hand pulled the collar of his shirt out of the way. There was already a soft mark on his collarbone, nothing that would last long, but a mark all the same. Placing his lips against the soft point where neck met shoulder John ran his tongue along the tender point, feeling Sherlock shiver with the sudden heat of his mouth against his skin, before clasping down. Sucking and biting at the soft fold of skin until he was sure there would be a lovely mark. A soft cry tumbled from the brunette’s lips at the intensity of the sucking and biting at the sensitive skin, and he cursed under his breath knowing that with his pale skin, that mark would be there for more than just a few days.
Satisfied with his work John slowly began working his way up to Sherlock’s lips. His lips and breath softly brushing against the detectives skin, not giving him the full contact he’d given before. When John finally reached the bruised lips he continued to tease Sherlock. Kissing and sucking at the detectives bottom lip, but quickly pulling away when he began seeking out his own. The younger man let out a small noise of frustration when his attempt at stealing a kiss was denied.
John chuckled darkly before leaving, sliding down a bit to scoop his tongue into the small divot between the sharp collarbones. He smiled against Sherlock’s skin as he traveled along his chest to one semi-erect nipple, breathing heavily against it before closing his lips around the nub. Teasing it with his tongue and careful teeth, John mimicked the motion on the other side of Sherlock’s chest, rolling the nub between his fingers slowly.
In a way John had taken Sherlock’s attitude as a challenge, so he was taking his time. Teasing him at a deliciously slow pace. He planned to have the detective writhing beneath him in time.
The detective bit his lower lip hard once it had been abandoned by the doctor and felt his breathing pick up. Beneath the skilled lips and fingers, his chest was heaving deep breaths of the cool afternoon air, the scent from the lake swirling around in his mind making everything seem fuzzy. “No wonder you got the nickname Three-Continents-Watson...” he said breathlessly. His fingers twisted tightly against the blanket, arching his back slightly, causing his chest to swell.
He looked down his exposed chest to see John’s nose pressed against his body as his lips and tongue worked over his skin. He moaned softly at the sight and had to toss his head back to keep from getting too worked up. A wicked thought popped into his mind. He could easily retreat into his mind palace, if it was a challenge John wanted, Sherlock could definitely give it to him, but the thought of missing any part of this, no matter how small had the detective binning the thought immediately.
John hummed in response, pinching the hard nubs simultaneously before working his way down Sherlock’s chest, placing gentle open mouthed kisses along the scars as he went. When he’d traced each mark tenderly, he moved to Sherlock’s navel worrying the taut skin above it between his teeth lightly.
Pressing light kisses along his hip bones John began working at the detectives riding pants, urging his hips up so he could pull his trousers and pants down until they were stuck at his ankles. Sitting back on his heels John removed Sherlock’s shoes, followed by his trousers and pants, leaving Sherlock with just his shirt pooled around his shoulders. The detective’s eyes were dark as he watched, his voice silent. The cool afternoon air caressed his skin causing him to shiver and gooseflesh to rise on his skin.
It was almost tantalizingly taboo, having Sherlock spread out beneath him in broad daylight, well just about anyways. He rocked back on his heels for a moment, enjoying the view, before he began rearranging the thin limbs. Spreading his feet out and pushing them in so his knees were bent, feet planted into the ground, leaving Sherlock completely open.
Starting at Sherlock’s knees he slowly began running his hands down towards his pelvis, pressing into the inside of Sherlock’s thighs lightly with his finger tips. His fingers were quickly followed by his lips, working his way down towards the detectives cock. John couldn’t help but love teasing Sherlock like this, as he avoided the twitching member altogether. He rolled his balls in one hand, dipping his mouth down just long enough to suck at the slightly looser skin, before he left his pelvis again. Raking his fingers up the detectives chest, as he leaned down to tease at the pale skin over his hips with small nips and flicks of his tongue.
Sherlock’s erection bobbed slightly, whether from his own motions or the detectives he wasn’t sure, but he felt it against his cheek as he sucked another mark just below the others pantline, where only he would see it. Moving over his cock, careful to only let his breath graze over it, John flashed a mischievous smile at Sherlock. He planned on have him begging for everything today.
“John.” His voice came out much needier than he had intended, and he strained not to thrust up against his lips. Hot breath ghosted over his member and the plea was almost on his lips before he bit his lower lip to stop it. His mind was reeling and his toes curled into the blanket. His arms were starting to go numb when he finally let go and stretched his arms out to the sides twisting his fingers tightly into the flannel again.
When another gust of hot air hit the precum pooling on his belly from the slit at the head, he gasped, his entire body shivering. The plea was out of his mouth before he could stop it, and god it felt good to finally say it, “John.... Please.”
John smiled wickedly and pulled back a bit when he heard the soft plea leave the detectives lips. Languidly he pressed his tongue to the base of the throbbing member and slowly he licked up his shaft, pulling away just before his tongue reached the sensitive glans. Leaning back he blew air softly against the slick trail he’d left, then looked back to Sherlock a hint of triumph behind his eyes as he tutted softly.
Sherlock’s hips followed John’s tongue upwards, trying to get that pleasant friction for longer. But, when the cool air moved over him, a low whine slipped from him.
“You’re going to have to do better than that to get what you want Sherlock,” he practically purred, his head leaning against the inside of Sherlock’s thigh, two fingers caressing the sensitive skin just behind his balls.
“John please!” his head was fuzzy with arousal, and he would deny every moment of this later, but all he needed was John’s sinful lips around him. “Please... touch me..” his voice was strained, the added effort of keeping his hands to himself was affecting his ability to think. His fingers were tightening and clenching as he died under the skillful but maddening tongue and lips.
“All you had to do was ask,”John stated simply, as though he was unbothered by the man keening desperately beneath him, but he felt himself become unimaginably harder. Sherlock’s desperate cries were almost too much and John’s own arousal was straining against his trousers. It was worth it to see the normally arrogant man writhing beneath him before he’d even gotten started.
Steading Sherlock with one hand John licked the dribbles of precum away from the head, making quite a show of it for the detective. He slowly drew his tongue along the slit, letting his eyes fall closed as the salty taste spread across his tongue.
Taking in just the head John swirled his tongue around for a moment, massaging the sensitive glans until he felt Sherlock begin to relax into the sensation. When he did John quickly bobbed down, taking almost all of Sherlock in at once, before returning to suck on the tip torturously.
When the doctor took most of Sherlock’s length into his mouth with one swift motion, all of the detective’s muscles tensed and his hands found his own curls for solace. They helped distract him from reaching down to push down on the blonde head between his thighs when lips returned just to the head.
Then the suction started. Oh god if John wasn’t a fast learner. His hips rolled forward into the tight heat, and he almost blanched, worried John might take this as touching and leave him, but when the doctor didn’t move away, he relaxed into the pleasure once more.
After a few moments John repeated the motion, keeping the sucking pressure up as he dipped down. This time swallowing around him and letting out a soft moan. John kept this up, keeping the pace slow enough that he knew Sherlock wouldn’t be able to get off on it but keeping enough pressure to be tantalizing. One hand splayed across Sherlock’s abdomen, keeping him from thrusting up into John’s mouth again, while the other held the throbbing cock in his mouth steady, slowly stroking the slicked member while he worked at the glans.
The younger man’s hands twisted in the blanket above his head once more and he turned his head biting at his arm. John’s skills were quickly unraveling him and he felt his skin tightening all over as the pleasure was washing over him. He hadn’t been told to express when he was close. Perhaps if he was careful to monitor his breathing patterns and responses, he could hide how close he was. Would John punish him? He couldn’t deny him his orgasm then, what would he do instead? His lust addled mind could only come up with spankings for a child, and that thought along with a twist of John’s lips and hand made him groan loudly and his hips attempted to buck up against the pleasure.
“John!” Came his frantic exclamation. He wasn’t sure what he was saying by it, whether asking for more or telling him to back off. Both seemed to be equally pleasurable variables in his mind.
The doctor took it as a warning, and he pulled off quickly, letting Sherlock’s member fall from his lips where it bobbed against the taut stomach, glistening. John didn’t want to end things too quickly. His hands moved to Sherlock’s hips, rubbing soothing circles in the twitching muscles. He hadn’t meant to get the poor sod that close, but he loved how disheveled he looked. The pink flush was spreading across his chest and neck and he had his mouth still pressed into his arm to muffle the cries.
The detective’s hips stuttered forward and all of his muscles tensed, unwilling to let go of the orgasm that was just within his grasp. His eyes were clamped shut and He had to fight to keep his hands away from the part of him begging for just a little more contact.
“Relax.” John’s hands moved up to massage his thighs, keeping a safe distance from the more sensitive areas, “I’ll give you a moment to compose yourself.”
His lips brushed along the inside of Sherlock’s knee, smiling against the tender skin. After a moment he thought of another idea. Moving to away he grabbed one of the strawberries, and returned to the detectives side, tracing Sherlock’s flushed lips sensually with the fruit
With John’s voice in his ears, he tried to relax, willing himself back from the edge. Instead he focused on John’s fingers over his skin, soothing, relaxing and then the fruit was on his lips. With a small whine, he opened his mouth obediently, taking a small bite of the fruit, unsure exactly what John was doing. His eyes fluttered open as his lips stretched over the fruit, and he raised an eyebrow slightly in question.
John just smiled as he pulled the half-eaten strawberry away, before leaning over Sherlock to brush their lips together. It started slow and gentle, but in no time the kiss was deepened as he stole the sweet flavor still on the detectives lips and tongue. It had been more for him than Sherlock in all honesty, but it was a delicious sensation.
When the sweet taste of the strawberry was gone John pulled away. He looked Sherlock over once, appraisingly, before pulling away completely and standing up. John glanced around their private area of the grounds quickly, before toeing off his own boots, followed by his trousers and pants so he was stark naked in front of the detectives gaze. A whole new thrill ran through him as he carefully piled his clothes together.
Returning to slot himself between the detectives knees John began rubbing at the tense muscles again. His hands working their way down the inside of his thighs methodically. As his fingers slowly came close to their target John began murmuring against the skin where his head lay gently.
“God, you’re gorgeous like this Sherlock... So responsive... Begging to be touched... You like it though don’t you?” His fingertips skirted back around, tracing his hips and thighs, avoiding the sensitive area practically twitching in anticipation.
The detective moaned softly at those words. Something about the way John talked to him when they did this sent shivers down his spine. Captain John Watson, Sherlock decided. His breath hitched when the blunt fingertips came close to the epicenter of his need, and exhaled dejectedly when they skittered away again.
Sherlock was torn between answering John’s question and taking it as rhetorical, however, a smirk spread across his face as he decided how best to respond to the doctor’s question. He sat up on his elbows once more so that he could watch his blogger, and when their eyes met, he let his lids fall down to hood his eyes.
“Oh god yes.” He whispered, his voice a little breathless.
John drew his bottom lip between his teeth, trying not to outwardly moan at the sight alone. He knew Sherlock was doing it on purpose, but it didn’t make the sight any less tantalizing. He hesitated for only a moment before sliding up along the thin body so their members were lined up together between their stomachs. Grabbing both of them with one hand John gasped as he began tugging at a quicker pace than before. Sherlock’s cock was still slick from his own mouth, which only made the motions more fluid. Burying his face in the detectives neck John gasped, before managing to bite out his next question.
“Do you want to come like this?” His voice was breathy and deep, barely managing to keep control over his own desires.
Sherlock cried out at the sudden heat and pressure where there had been none. His head fell back and to the side as John breathed against his neck.The sensation of their arousals sliding together with the gentle rolling of his own hips and the pumping of the doctor’s fist made it hard to breathe.
“You’ve just been,” He paused to take a breath, “Ordering me around, and now you ask me something like that?” He groaned long and loud and his fingers flexed, desperately wanting to grab the man and roll him over. “God if you stop again...” his breaths were actually becoming vocal now with every stroke of John’s fist.
John almost slowed at the smart words, the devilish smile playing across his features again, but the detective’s next words quickly changed his mind. Sherlock’s head tipped forward so that his temple was resting on John’s shoulder, his eyes watching John’s hand as he fisted their cocks together, “Do what you want but god just please don’t stop.”
Sherlock was openly and unabashedly begging for John to keep going, and that was enough for him to stop the incessant teasing. Shifting his weight slightly, propping himself up to steal a sloppy kiss, he began moving the hand beneath them faster. John had to press his forehead to Sherlock’s shoulder as he felt tension coiling in his own gut.
Biting back the imminent orgasm John shifted his hand so most of the pressure was on Sherlock, rolling his thumb over top of the glans with each stroke as he muttered incoherent words of encouragement. He could feel the telltale pulse in his hand, telling him Sherlock was right there. Leaning in to growl in detectives ear he gripped them both tightly, bringing himself to the edge with Sherlock.
“Come.” The single worded command held more venom and power than John even thought was possible.
That word was all it took and Sherlock was crying out loudly, his hips arching into John’s touch obscenely as he came, making a mess over both of their stomachs. His muscles spasmed and he shuddered, collapsing back against the blanket, sweat pouring from his skin.
John was right behind Sherlock, moaning into the crook of his neck as he rode out the waves of his orgasm. His body shuddered slightly, letting out a soft cry of pleasure, before he relaxed against the detective, ignoring the way their chests stuck together from their mingled sweat and cum.
Sherlock’s chest was heaving as he tried to gain back some of the air he wasn’t able to breathe while John had been teasing him. His hands fluttered uselessly at his sides, he didn’t think he’d be able to actually move for a while. It was a good thing they’d started out with five hours to kill.
Pressing a soft kiss to Sherlock’s temple John rolled to the side to grab a few napkins from the lunch set up. He quickly wiped himself down and then Sherlock, who looked as though he might need the help, before curling back against the detectives side, resting his chin on the other’s shoulder. He smiled gently as he waited for Sherlock to wind down from his post coital high.
The detective felt his body being cleaned, but couldn’t bring himself to move yet. However, when the doctor curled into his side, one arm mustered up the strength to wrap around him. Leaning up he placed a small kiss to his temple, then flopped back down.
“That was... interesting.” He said finally, “Perhaps I should take you on secluded picnics more often....” he stifled a small yawn, and finally turned, rolling them both on their sides so that he could wrap his body fully around the smaller man. Both arms circled his torso as one leg was thrown over and twisted between the other man’s. He nuzzled into John’s throat and spoke softly. “It was actually less boring to be home than I had anticipated. I do attribute that fact highly to your presence however.”
John smiled, resting his face in the unruly curls as he wrapped his arms around Sherlock tightly. He knew, that in the detectives own weird way, this was an insane compliment. Everything bored Sherlock, but not John. Not only that but his mere presence made other things more interesting to him. The comment alone made John feel elated. He pressed a kiss to the top of the head tucked neatly against his throat, before resting his cheek against the soft curls again.
“I’m glad I could help,” John quipped, just a little bit smug, but then he was rolling the detective away again, pressing gently against his chest. “But don’t expect public sex to become a regular thing. We could actually get caught you know.” John flushed slightly at the thought, reaching for both their clothes, throwing Sherlocks pants and trousers on top of him playfully.
“As much as I’d love to lie around naked with you, we are outside.” John began setting his clothes right, most of which had ended up inside out in his haste, before quickly pulling on his jeans and shouldering on the button up he’d been wearing under his jumper, leaving the shirt open in the front.
Still buzzing with post coital bliss John rummaged around until he found the wine. The glasses had long since lost their chill, but the wine was still pleasantly cool so John didn’t really mind.
“Which wine did you want?” he called over his shoulder, inspecting the bottles. No doubt they were both expensive, and John had very limited experience with wines so he figured he’d leave the choice up to him.
“More of the white is fine with me,” he said softly. He was already dressed again, and had his hands pressed together in his thinking pose.
John scooped up the bottle of white wine and the two glasses before falling gracefully next to Sherlock, one leg tucked beneath him, the other stretched out. The cork had already been popped, so John poured two glasses, before setting the bottle back down against the side of the cooler and holding out a glass to Sherlock.
His lips pulled to the side, slightly worried by the sudden change in demeanour. The detective did often give John whiplash with his mood swings, but it still caused him to fret slightly.
“You alright Sherlock?”
“Yes fine, just thinking.” But the detective didn’t elaborate. He hadn’t retreated to his mind palace for a few days, and his relaxed state had caused him to become super aware of how muddled his mind had become, “Deleting.” he finally clarified.
He accepted the cold glass of wine, but set it down next to him and resumed his pose. Mycroft’s winning smug, deleted. The look on John’s face the night before after an excellent shag, saved in personal files. He smirked softly and reached for his wine.
“Ahh,” John relaxed at the comment. He didn’t quite understand how Sherlock could completely delete pieces of information, but he knew better than to disturb the process. Slowly sipping at the wine he waited for the detective to come back reality.
….
The rest of the evening was pleasant, but uneventful. Sherlock hadn’t been able to resist teasing Mycroft about the success of his having to take his second choice of lunch locations. He didn’t elaborate, but he did rub his and John’s good afternoon in the older Holmes’ face. Apparently he and Greg had not had as much luck. The Gazebo had been soaked from the rainfall over the past few days, and they’d eventually had to relocate inside.
After dinner Madame Holmes saw the men off. Pleasantly full, and slightly tired from the day, the ride home was particularly calm. Sherlock had laid down with his head in John’s lap, rubbing his temples and further deleting unnecessary files. The good doctor had dozed off before they made it home, and the detective had watched him unabashedly feeling his throat catch at how much younger he looked while he was sleeping yet again.
Finally, he nudged John as they pulled up in front of 221B. He slipped around to get their luggage as John opened the door, and once they were upstairs, he closed the door behind them, sat their luggage by the couch, and with the promise he’d help John take care of it in the morning, he tucked them both in bed for some much needed sleep.
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