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Lost Without You	By : Blugrl123 Category: S through Z > Sherlock (BBC) > Sherlock (BBC) Views: 2211 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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A/N: This is my first attempt at writing smut so I apologize if it's not graphic enough.

Sherlock came back, expecting to see John standing and asking to go home. But when he got back John was sitting on the couch in the living room thinking.
“Sherlock. Is… Is it me? I mean… The bloke you… You know…” John started to ask awkwardly. Sherlock’s heart fell, and he nodded, then looked down at the ground in shame. He should have known he’d find a way to ruin this amazing friendship. He heard John release his breath and waited for him to tell him that he was sorry but he was straight. Instead John patted the seat next to him on the couch for Sherlock to sit. “Well then I was sort of right I guess. He is straight. But… I think that you might be the exception to that.” Sherlock’s head shot up. “When you said you fancied someone I was kind of jealous, then I realized that I didn’t want you to be with anyone else.” Sherlock watched as John’s face turned redder and redder as he was talking. John was okay with it. John liked him back. John. Sherlock sat where John had motioned and the two teenagers just looked at each other awkwardly. Sherlock wanted John to grab him and pull him into a kiss. He wanted John to push him down and pin him beneath him. He wanted John inside of him. Finally John seemed to sort of read Sherlock’s thoughts and asked, “Would it be alright if I kissed you?” Sherlock felt himself nod, but his brain had already went blank. John wanted to kiss him.
            The second their lips touched Sherlock’s heart stopped. He’d never done this before with anyone and had always thought it was weird and pointless. But now that it was John whose lips were on his, who was gently sucking on his bottom lip, Sherlock never wanted it to end. Suddenly he felt John’s tongue brush across his lips. ‘Oh God yes.’ He thought and opened his mouth letting John in. He was trying to calculate everything John did so that he could reciprocate, but his brain wasn’t functioning properly. John’s tongue disappeared and not wanting the kiss to end Sherlock moved his tongue. Then John did something to his tongue and Sherlock let out a low moan. His hands moved to the back of John’s head and were tugging through his sandy blonde hair. He felt John’s strong, safe hands move up into his head and they were pulling lightly on his hair. It was fantastic and they were both kissing each other equally passionate until they broke apart for some air. Sherlock looked at John’s flushed face and dilated pupils and knew that it had been just as amazing for him. John suddenly reached down to adjust himself in his trousers and Sherlock wanted to have his hands there, not John’s. So he reached out and gently palmed John’s crotch.
“Sh…Sherlock!” John shouted, moving away slightly and Sherlock pulled back his hand. “I… that was…” he tried to find the words, ignoring how badly he wanted that hand back.
“Is kissing always like that?” Sherlock asked, surprised at how breathy his voice was compared to usual.
“I’ve always enjoyed kissing, but it’s never been as good as that before.” He answered.
“Could you do that again?” Sherlock asked, shyly. John immediately kissed Sherlock again, with more force this time. John was slowly pushing Sherlock onto his back and Sherlock was loving it. Suddenly while they were kissing Sherlock thrust upwards with his hips. Both boys groaned as their erections rubbed against each other through their jeans. Sherlock wanted more. He wanted everything that was John and he reached down while they were kissing to rub John over the rough denim.
John pulled away from the kiss saying, “God Sherlock. Mmm.” Words faded as Sherlock did it again, “Don’t you… oh… think this is…mmm… moving a little fast?” His hips were thrusting forward to meet Sherlock’s hand as he was talking.
“No.” Sherlock admitted, then gasped as he felt John’s hand against him. “Just because I’ve never done this before, doesn’t mean I don’t want to.” He moved his head up to kiss John again and began to undo his jeans. John stopped fighting and began to do the same to Sherlock. They broke apart and stood up to take off their jeans properly then just looked at each other in their pants. Sherlock could clearly see the outline of John’s cock. It was average length but thicker than his. There was a wet patch forming at the top where the head was.
            Sherlock suddenly dropped to his knees, needing to know what it tasted like and licked the wet patch, touching the head of John’s cock through the fabric. “Oh.” John said as Sherlock did it over and over again. It still wasn’t enough and Sherlock pulled down the pants to free John’s aching member. The head was inches away from Sherlock’s lips and was leaking pre-cum freely. Sherlock flicked his tongue over the head and John’s hands flew to grab his curls as he let out a strangled shout. “God Sherlock. Oh God…” Taking this as encouragement Sherlock reached out to touch John’s balls as he licked the head again. “AH! Wait. Wait Sherlock. God…” John’s legs were trembling and he knelt down on the ground so his face was next to Sherlock’s. “You don’t have to do that.”
“But I want to.” Sherlock said as John’s pupils dilated even further. “You taste good.” He explained.
“I… Oh God Sherlock.” Then he noticed the Sherlock’s pants were still on, “You still have those on.” He began to pull them down when Sherlock stopped him.
“Wait.” He said, nervous. Then he stood up and took them off himself. John had stood up to and was now staring at Sherlock’s erection. It was longer than his but thinner. Wondering what another bloke’s dick felt like he reached out and stroked it. Sherlock gasped and pulled him back onto the couch on top of him, this time with them both naked from the waist down. They kissed more as they stroked the other. Then John pulled from the kiss and moved Sherlock’s hand. He pulled their cocks together and stroked them both. “Fuck John.” Sherlock moaned as John’s hand rubbed them together. Somehow hearing Sherlock resort to vulgar language turned John on even more and he stroked faster. Sherlock came first shouting out John’s name and squeezing his arms so tight there was sure to be a bruise. Sherlock’s orgasm coaxed John’s from him and he yelled out Sherlock’s name then fell exhausted on top of him.
            After a few minutes, John sat up and looked at the couch that was splattered with cum, then noticed that their shirts were as well. “We made a bit of a mess,” he said. Sherlock was still lying on his back in a post-coital haze, but snapped out of it when he heard John speak. He looked around at the mess John had mentioned and stood up.
“Could you go upstairs and get us new clothes since these aren’t wearable at the moment? I’ll clean up the couch.” Then he took off his shirt and threw it on the floor with his and John’s already discarded clothes. Completely naked he walked into the kitchen to grab paper towels. John took off his jumper and shirt and put them on the floor as well, before leaving to go upstairs to Sherlock’s room. He was glad that the Holmes didn’t have a lot of windows in their house, and the ones they did have were covered. He’d worn Sherlock’s clothing before when he’d spent the night without bothering to go home first, but it seemed different now. John came down dressed and handed Sherlock some clothing and saw that the couch looked completely spotless. As Sherlock grabbed the clothes and started to dress, John rolled up the trouser legs and sleeves on the shirt so they would fit him a bit better. Sherlock then gathered up all of their clothing from earlier and went to put them in the washer. John stayed in the living room to think about what had just happened.
‘I just got off with Sherlock. I kissed Sherlock and then we got off together,’ he thought as he looked at the couch. He heard the front door open and heard Mycroft and a familiar male voice laughing.
“Don’t worry Mycroft, I’m sure the Donovan girl deserved it. I’ll think of some false punishment for the Watson boy,” said the man who John realized was his principal.
“Thanks Greg. My brother gets himself in these situations all the time. I’m surprised that this hasn’t happened before,” Mycroft joked.
“Mycroft.” That was Sherlock. Should he go out there too? Or should he stay in here? He fixed his hair as best as he could without a mirror, then walked out as Sherlock continued speaking, “How many times do I have to ask you to not have your boyfriend over when I’m home?”
Mycroft looked pointedly at John as he came into view. “I figured that you wouldn’t mind while yours was over.” John blushed and even noticed some pink forming on Sherlock’s pale cheeks. “Ah so you have finally figured it out. Good. Come on Greg, we should give the boys some privacy. Though it looks to me like they’ve already had some fun.” Then he and Principal Lestrade disappeared upstairs. John looked over at Sherlock who was definitely blushing now.
            “Sherlock?” John finally asked. Sherlock met his eyes and looked at him expectantly. “Does this mean… I mean… Are we a couple now?”
“If you want to be. I wouldn’t mind.” Sherlock responded, then John nodded and walked over and kissed him again. “John. Don’t go in the army.” Sherlock said, giving John a hug. “Please, don’t go. I’d be lost without you.”
“You know I have to do this Sherlock. I need this.” John said, holding his new boyfriend closer.
“I know. But I’m going to worry about you constantly.” John laughed.
“Welcome to my world.” He kissed Sherlock again, “Let’s not worry about it till after we’ve graduated. Let’s just enjoy this.” Sherlock nodded and kissed him again.
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