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Those Seven Confusing Weeks	By : IDontKnowWhatImDoing Category: S through Z > Sherlock (BBC) > Sherlock (BBC) Views: 3832 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Just a little ending chapter to wrap things up and some smut fun, because why not.

Epilogue – of sorts…
When John's denial had finally lost the battle there was nothing holding him back. It did take John a little time to get over the strangeness of getting off with a man but Sherlock had been wonderfully patient.
With bits of clothing slowly being removed they had eventually worked their way to Sherlock's room and barely ventured out for the next few days. Mostly just for food and showers. Plus that one time when Sherlock ran around the flat bare ass naked trying to find one of their phones so John could call off work for the rest of the week.
When they tired of the bedroom or more specifically the bed the rest of the flat was the worst for it. By the end of the week the shower curtain was completely torn off, Sherlock's experiment was scattered across the kitchen floor, the coffee table was broken, and they both agreed they needed a bigger couch.
Seven weeks of confusion ended with their newest discovery. They both loved to shag all the damn time.

Present.
"Maybe we should take a little break."
"A break?"
"I wouldn't want you to think that's all I want from you'
John put his hand on top of Sherlock's and started moving it back down.
"Yes….we wouldn't want me to think that."
"Definitely a break." And Sherlock's fingers reached for John's cock, lightly teasing.
John turned over to lie on his back and Sherlock pulled the blanket off the couch. Resting his head on John's chest, Sherlock look up at him, showing his appreciation that John was so comfortable lying naked next to him while he was still in his pajamas.
His hips angling up as Sherlock wrapped his hand around his cock, John played his fingers through his partner's hair. "Mmm, so no sex then?"
Sherlock lazily stroked his cock, his soft lips placing kisses on his belly.
"Correct."
To emphases just how not serious he was, Sherlock started grinding his own erection against John's leg. He was grinning up at John, being in one of his playful moods.
Tugging at Sherlock's t-shirt he lifted up so John could pull it off. Skin against skin, John sighed at how good it felt.
"So we're taking a break then?"
"Mmm yes." Sherlock ground into himharder, gripped his cock tighter and ran his tongue up his chest, biting his nipple gently.
"Oh..god…" A shudder ran through him. "No more teasing, move."
Sherlock sat up and chuckled. John had no problems with playful, jumping up he ran off to the bedroom to get the lube, pausing to watch Sherlock remove his pants.
And he paused again on his way back, dropped the bottle on the floor as he mouth fell open. "Fucking hell!"
Sherlock was kneeling down on the floor with his arms and head on the couch, his beautiful bare arse jutting up towards John.
When John didn't move for a minute taking in the sight, Sherlock actually wiggled his bum. John didn't think he would ever figure out how this man can be both so incredibly erotic and a giant git at the same time.
John dropped to the floor and crawled up to his lover's arse and Sherlock twitched when John's hands ran up his thighs.
"You are so fucking sexy."
"Mmm." His face was buried in the couch cushion. His wiggled his bum again and John gave it a playful slap. Letting out little yelp Sherlock started laughing.
His partner isn't the only one that can change the mood from laughing fits. Catching Sherlock off guard, John leaned close and ran his tongue down his partner's back between his arse.
Sherlock arched up, "Oh…god…John." Working his tongue over Sherlock's entrance as his hips rocked back and forth, the giggling stopped. It was moans and gasps when every now and then John prodded with his tongue. When Sherlock was a writhing mess John finally relented.
Sitting up on his knees, John grabbed the fallen bottle of lube and applied some to his cock. Hands on Sherlock's hip he eased himself in, groaning as he sank into the tightness his lover's body. Slow and easy until his hips were against Sherlock arse.
Giving his love a moment he paused, but Sherlock wasn't feeling patient. Pressing his arse back into John, he clenched his muscles.
"Fuck...Sherlock..." Digging his nails into those sharp hips, John slid almost complete out and thrust back in, grinding against Sherlock's arse.
Muffled into the couch cushion Sherlock was keening "Oh…yes...Oh..god"
John leaned down and kissed Sherlock's back, moving his cock in and out at a slow place, enjoying the feeling of being inside his partner.
Sherlock never talked dirty, and very rarely says anything besides "oh god', 'john', sometimes 'please' and every so often a 'fuck' when their were going at it, so when Sherlock moaned into the couch "Harder...fuck me harder ..." John almost came.
Moaning into Sherlock's back, he had to wait before he could move. Then he leaned back up and gripped tighter onto Sherlock hips and gave his love just what he wanted. Thrusting into him hard and fast, he could hear Sherlock's muffled cries and he hips frantically working into John's thrusts.
"Fuck...Oh..John...Oh...God...yes"
Sherlock was relentlessly clenching his muscles around John's cock and it didn't take long before he had to slow down again.
He wanted to make this last but Sherlock wasn't going to make that possible.
Swiveling his arse Sherlock growl "John…harder…oh god…John…fuck my arse."
"Sherlock...oh my..god" John lost any hope of taking his time. John shoved his cock deep and hard, pumping in and out of his partner's arse. Sherlock reached down to his own erection and began stroking himself.
"Yes…John...oh god"
"Fuck...ahhh…Sherlock…" John collapsed forward onto Sherlock as he came, hips still working as he pumped his orgasm into his lover.
John's legs were shaking but he didn't move. Sherlock body was arching up against John's as he stroked himself to his own orgasm. Loud muffled groans, his body shuddered as came.
When Sherlock stopped convulsing John rolled over and onto the floor, his legs still shaking. Sherlock slid down next John and sprawled across of him.
Kissing his neck Sherlock asked, "So tomorrow we take a break?"
"Not on your life."

'If someone would have told him that he would be in a romantic relationship with his best mate because he had forgotten to do the laundry he wouldn't have believed it.''
"Please tell me you're not putting that on your blog." Sherlock was leaning over his shoulder as John worked on his laptop.
"It's not for the blog."
"Then why are you typing it?"
"It's for me."
"Why?"
John didn't answer, instead he looked over at him, letting Sherlock figure it out on his own.
Rolling his eyes Sherlock said, "So now you've got a diary? And you call me bizarre." Then adding a smirk, "I need to step up my observations of you."
Sherlock sat down and watched him.
After typing a little more John paused. "And you're going to do it right now?"
"No, I'm deciding on how to best make a request, without you asking endless questions."
John laughed and closed his laptop, this should be good.
"Just ask. I'll try to not annoy you with too many questions."
"It's not that they would annoy me, it's that the less you know the better."
"And that was completely not reassuring. Just ask."
"I want to perform an experiment on you."
"What?...why?...what?..."
Sherlock gave him a look.
"You can't expect me to not ask those questions!"
Sherlock knew just the right buttons to push. "If you're not up to it that's fine."
"I..I didn't say that but come on, you have to give me something."
"I'm sure you will enjoy it, if that eases your mind."
"No that doesn't." But it did.
And his perfect Sherlock just smiled at him.
John smiled back, "Am I going to regret this?"
"Do you ever?"

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