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Two Simple Sentences	By : IDontKnowWhatImDoing Category: S through Z > Sherlock (BBC) > Sherlock (BBC) Views: 3980 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Under normal circumstances John might have thought twice about saying the words 'I bet you can't' to Sherlock. But right at the moment he was only able to focus on Sherlock's splendid body rutting up against him, those skillful fingers playfully teasing his cock and the fact that his willful partner absolutely hated being proven wrong.
No matter how ridiculous this bet might be, if Sherlock lost, holy hell John knew he would never be able to let it go at just that. And the thought of what he might do for retribution was all the motivation John needed to not think twice about saying those words and to instead focus the rest of his few remaining thoughts on winning.
Not that it would be difficult, this simple bet of whether or not Sherlock could refrain from using his tongue should be a piece of cake. His little tease hadn't merely been having a laugh at his jam lapping partner. Not only was John convinced that Sherlock loved to lick him, but he was sure he had become somewhat obsessed with it. He didn't know if it was the act itself or John's reactions to it that Sherlock was fascinated by but the man just couldn't seem to help himself. That little bit of jam dropping on his chest and Sherlock ravenously licking it off was testament to that. This bet should be quite easy; John knew he could outlast Sherlock.
Seeing the wicked smile Sherlock was now giving him and hint of fire in his eyes at the idea of a challenge, that settled it. No thinking twice about the Pandora's Box they had just opened with those two simple sentences. John prepared for a whole new level of test of a wills between them.
Slipping his hand out from Sherlock's pants, John crossed his arms under his head, and gave Sherlock a little taunt. Have at it.
Sherlock stopped teasing with his fingers; sliding his hand up to John's hip, digging his nails in and gave John's still slightly tender from that last bite nipple another sharp bite. His response was clear. You're going to lose.
And with that their first bet was under way. Could Sherlock hold out from using that delightful tongue of his until John begged him to?

And immediately John was reminded of how much of an idiot he could be, as Sherlock quickly sat up and started to tug off John's pants. How could he have possibly have thought that this would be easy?
Soon as his pants were carelessly thrown to the floor, Sherlock nudged John's legs apart, moving his body between them. With the first light kiss on his inner thigh John comfortably smug position didn't feel so smug anymore.
Soft hands ran up his legs spreading them further apart and Sherlock kissed the sensitive skin of his thigh higher. John swallowed hard, tilted his head back into his cradled arms and sighed at the feeling of his lover's warm breath on his skin.
Sherlock continued with gentle kisses working up between his legs, one fingernail scraped across his hipbone and John's mouth went dry. When Sherlock started adding in bites between the kisses, John couldn't keep his arms crossed under his head any longer, clutching at the sheet as the bites got sharper.
Slowly, drawing it out as slow as he could, Sherlock inched higher and higher with just teeth and lips and hands. Just as Sherlock's lips almost reached the base of his cock, there was a pause and John, the idiot that he is, lifted his head from the pillow to look down.
Sherlock's eyes were closed and he was breathing deep around his tongue held between his teeth, as if having caught ahold of it before he licked up John's cock. Sherlock let out a little whine, causing John to let out a little moan. "Oh god."
At the sound of this Sherlock licked his upper lip and John noticed an almost imperceptible grin. Oh yes John is a complete idiot, this was going to be far from easy.
With the first soft kiss at the base of his cock, John's head dropped back into the pillow but he couldn't take his eyes off of Sherlock. It was just too salacious of a sight, Sherlock between his legs, eyes burning with lust, those succulent lips brushing against his flesh. His devious but perfect Sherlock knew just how to drive him crazy. As he placed a few more light kisses, Sherlock wrapped one hand around his cock and ran his bottom lip, just that lush, full lip up the length of his cock.
"Fuck… oh my god Sherlock."
Reaching the head of his cock, Sherlock's tongue flicked out and almost ran across the tip. John might have thought it was to tease him more but Sherlock biting down on his tongue to prevent himself from losing made it apparent that John wasn't the only one having a little difficulty.
After a moment to gather himself, taking a deep breath and letting it out slowly, Sherlock went back to kissing, working back down. Yet again driving John wild, using just teeth Sherlock caught a bit of flesh at the base of his cock and pinched every so delicately. John's hands clawed into the bed. "Oh fuck..."
And then again, bloody hell he did it again, running his lower lip up the length while stroking him languidly. This time when Sherlock's mouth reached the top, he ran a finger across the tip and brought it to his lips, licking off the precum from his finger.
John moaning loudly watching Sherlock licked at his lips, tasting, savoring, with his eyes closed.
"Oh fuck…oh my god."
Sherlock sucked at his finger for a time, removed it and went back to placing light kisses on his cock but brought his now wet finger down between his arse, drawing it against him teasingly.
"Ahh god…Sherlock."
Sherlock was inciting him in all directions, stoking him slowly, kisses and bites all along his aching erection, that finger pushing gently against his arse. John was writhing, moaning and almost weeping, wanting Sherlock to take him into his mouth. And Sherlock of course knew this. Sherlock's mouth was hanging opening right above the tip of his cock, his tongue almost touching him. His pale eyes, dark and dilated, his breathing ragged.
"Beg for it."
"Oh god…"
Licking those sinful lips again. "Beg John."
No, no he was going to give in this easy. He had seen Sherlock struggle, he knew he couldn't hold out forever, that look of craving in his eyes gave away that he was straining even now. But dear god this certainly not going to be the easy win that he had imagined. Trying to catch his breath, John was only able to whisper, "no" before closing his eyes tight, digging fingernails into the sheets.
Sherlock growled at his determination and stepped up his efforts to work him into a frenzy. The finger at his arse massaged and probed, those glorious lips kissed and rubbed across his cock, teeth now and then nipping delicately, a frenzy he was worked to. But Sherlock was pausing more and more, either due to having more difficulty or was trying non-stop to get him to open his eyes.
John, though twisting and groaning, couldn't, he just couldn't look. It was the only way to stop himself from begging. Opening his eyes, oh yeah, that would be the end of it. He could picture that lustful expression, that tongue so teasingly close to licking him, he didn't dare let himself see the real thing.
He knew he had the upper hand when Sherlock whined and demanded at once, "John beg."
Breathlessly he answered back, "n..no."
And he almost lost that winning edge as Sherlock took him into his mouth, but just the head of his cock. Oh hell, just with his lips, no tongue, no licking, just those voracious lips.
"Fuck..fuck..oh my..god..Sherlock."
Releasing him, Sherlock slid his cheek down his erection, gripping him tighter, stroking faster. His finger pushed slowly into his arse. John called out again, his hands tearing at the sheets and Sherlock moaned, "John…"
Sliding his leg over John's, Sherlock began rutting his own very hard cock against his leg. "John…"
His needy tone was driving him wild, John didn't have to see to know how erotically wanton Sherlock would look.
"Fuck…"
Part moan, part whine, Sherlock was losing his composure. "Please John."
"Sherlock…oh fucking hell."
Sliding his cock back up against his cheek, Sherlock rutted against him faster and kissed this tip of his erection. John was struggling not to thrust his hips up, sobbing at the need for Sherlock to take him in. Sherlock's finger pushed deeper inside him, and worked in and out. John felt the heat pooling in his groin. Sherlock was bringing him to orgasm and if he held back, if he slowed and drew it out, oh god John would, he would beg, he knew it.
Sherlock took the head of his cock back into his mouth with just those damn beautiful lips again and John was so close to coming he cried out, "Fuck..fuck..fuck.." over and over just to stop the word 'please' from pouring out.
And just as he was about to come, Sherlock groaned with pleasure and took him fully into his mouth, that wonderful tongue finally making contact with his cock as he released. John buckled against the bed as he came, Sherlock's hand gripping the base of his cock tight, working him still with his mouth, thrusting harder into his leg, humming around his cock.
When his orgasm finally ended, his body still writhing, Sherlock released him and ran one long wet lick from the base to the tip of his cock. A shudder ran through him at the sensitivity of the feeling.
The euphoric sensations caused him to forget all about their bet, just relishing of the lingering waves of his release and the touch of that amazing tongue. Sherlock reminded rather quickly however when he sat up, slipped his pants off in quite a hurry and moved himself between John's legs.
Grinning one of those wicked grins, not showing the least bit of annoyance for losing he said, "New bet?"
Still breathing fast, mind still a bit foggy John stumbled trying to figure out what that meant, "W..what?'
Positioning himself against his arse, Sherlock leaned down close, murmuring into his ear. "Bet you can't go without saying 'fuck' while I fuck you."
John was yet again not thinking, just moaning at the touch of Sherlock cock pressing into his arse. "Ahh…fuck Sherlock."
"Mmm?"
"Ah…ahh….god...I…bet I can."
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