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They stay like that. ..for what seemed like hours....just looking into each other eyes , breathing each other in.

John scooted out of his chair to get closer to the mad man.
Worry started to settle over his gut . When enough time passed and Sherlock still sat there eyes wide mind lost in thoughts.

John  got on his knees and slid between Sherlock's legs.  He hasn't pushed him away yet...that's good . That big brain of his is working to hard to process John's confession.


He kissed Sherlock's beautiful cupid bow lips once more before he  placed both hands on Sherlock's legs and stood up. “I need to go take a shower and head to bed..might have had a bit too much to drink..”he said with a smile. He grabbed his mobile and headed to the loo maybe he read Sherlock wrong,  and made a very big mistake.




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Sherlock sat there alone....Johns warmth still lingered all around his words where like a cozy blanket in his mind . He had them on repeat over and over he heard John's words....Words he never thought anyone would ever say.... He took a deep breath his mind finely catching up to the current moment. ..he was alone .....the shower was running..

He could smell Johns alcohol induced arousal ...it was nothing new.... he always smelled that way after a few...only this time it was stronger.....after he said those words....it grew and builded around Sherlock....He couldn't breath.....that arousal became something more the moment john placed his hands on Sherlock's legs and pecked his lips with a chasit kiss..

Sherlock took a deep breath.... he could still smell it....God he really has became addicted...... He glanced down at himself his the fabric of this thin pajamas were straining. ...it seems Johns arousal and sweet words got to him....he licked his lips...maybe John was right its best to head to bed...



Sherlock made his way to the bedroom, as he passed the bathroom he heard the shower running and stopped, he debated for a few seconds on whether or not to enter,Just to tease the doctor...but even even knew that was a bit not good'
deciding against it he went to his room... Laying in his bed blue housecoat swirling around his body as he dramatically swan dived into the soft sheets. he rolled over with a humf ...his mind reeling...., he lay with one arm behind his head free hand dug around for his mobile .

Maybe he should make use of his “deleted” picture of John. He unlocked the device  went to the  gallery and opened the picture of John ....


How could someone accidentally send something like this....or this one .

He thought swiping through the pictures His and Leenna's names where not even close in the contacts.

He was curious what John would do if he sent him a photo of himself ? Would he be angry?Surprised? Aroused?
Sherlock thought about it for  moment then decided. 

He switched the phone to camera mode, and angled it at his face making sure John could see the long column of his neck...

He always knew John liked that feature. ...His dark blue eyes would roam over the pale flesh when John didn't think he was looking .

He tilted his head making his curls fall across his forehead and pouted out his bottom lip making it impossibly fuller and  snapped the shot.

He looked at the picture.  It wasn't anything like John had sent him, but there was no mistaking the it was an attractive picture

.

Satisfied with the shot he wrote a message saying

Come at once if convenient 
- 
SH 

Before he could change his mind he sent it. 



If inconvenient,come anyway. 
-SH 



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John was just in the middle of lathering up his body with his favorite soap when his phone pinged....the hot water was helping subside his buzz..the steam rolled into the bathroom's fogging up every glass surface.

Another PING 

"What now ?"he grumbled as  reached through the shower curtain  grabbed his towel , drying his hands then grabbing his mobile unlocking it .

The message from Sherlock?

One look at the message made


Him drop the phone ,It just missing the tub, it slid  just outside the tub, Surely he was misreading that  ...Sherlock would never send something like that !.. He quickly rinsed himself off and jumped out of the shower, wrapping his towel around his waist and  bent to pick up the phone, the open message still on the screen.(Thankfully not cracked )

John's mouth went dry, and he felt his heart skip a beat, there it was in full color, Sherlock lying in his bed, thin blue housecoat wide open exposing his neck his  beautiful  heart shape lips in a slight pout .  The the dim lights in his room cased  a glow in his pale eyes giving them a hungry allure.

John had to read and re-read the caption.

This couldn't be a mistake Sherlock don't do things like this...

Ping -



Sherlock sent him another message

Hurry before I change my mind 
-SH 

John closed his mobile stumbled over the rug and about fell into  the closest in his  panic .

There was no way this could be real-

Well only one way to find out..



But first-

He smirked to himself...

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Still rather damp and in nothing but a towel John tiptoed  quickly down the hall towards Sherlock's bedroom, gripping his towel with one hand he knocked softly with the other, he could feel his heart racing, his breathing ragged he waited.

God he hoped this wouldn't backfire...the buzz he had was long gone ...now he wished he had at least a bit of that left.


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Sherlock couldn't help but to smile when he heard the soft sound of  John's phone falling to the floor in the bathroom .


He hoped he hadn't overstepped a line....what exactly did he want when John got in here. With Johns loving words from before playing in his head. John said he loved him right?  He could smell Johns arousal taste it on his lips
...he looked down at his mobile, the picture of John half naked surround by his experiments supplies this could have been an accident but ....what if.....
A spike of arousal shot up the detective's spine.

Taking a deep breath he locked his phone and tossed it on the night stand... and laid back .

He waited, butterflies making a mess of his stomach. Sherlock wasn't use to all of these emotions ....it was a bit ....unnerving.

He heard the soft knock on his bedroom door, taking a deep breath he carefully she spoke -Not trusting his voice.  “Come in John.”  He was glad when it came out even and not as nervous as he felt.

The door creaked open  and John poked his head in "W...what do you want? "he cleared his throat and cleared his throat again . He felt as if this were  a dream and he was about to wake up. slowly he entered the bedroom ,suddenly feeling  exposed.

When his eyes landed on Sherlock his heart felt like it jumped right out of his chest . He  padded over to the edge of the bed bare feet leaving small drops of water on the hardwood.

The detective lay there fingers steepled under his chin .

“What do you want Sherlock?”

“I was lonely...” Sherlock said simply.

"Lonely? You?" John was surprised at how even his voice was . " That's ridiculous." He huffed out a soft laugh.

" That is  what I said john , you know I hate repeating myself . " Sherlock sat up his eyebrows raising  to his hairline at the sight of John in nothing but his cotton towel...he licked his lips taking the other man in- His  eyes caught a single drop of water  dripping from John,s short blond hair down his ear it pulls down his strong neck right down the pulse point ....then drizzled down his honey over the bare honey bronze skin. His ice gray blue eyes followed the gleaming drop disappear into the sharp dip of his collarbone… He wanted to lick it off.... Sitting up he scuffled over to John on his knees his feet tangling  in the sheets slightly as he made his way to the end of his bed. 


He tentatively raised his hand to the side of John's face and ran a cold finger down John's throat following the path of the water droplet.

Johns breath hitched his heart started to race.  His hand shot up and griped Sherlock's thin wrist and pulled it away from his neck ...Hot liquid arousal shot though his body at the sight of Sherlock on his knees shuffling over to him ...night gown falling over his delicate shoulder.... he swallowed loudly with a click.

Sherlocks eyes widened in shock . Oh god he wasn't thinking he just....acted. He's never done that before. He stepped over a line.


John and Sherlock's eyes never left each other.....John moved his hand away from Sherlock's wrist and brushed it through Sherlock's inky curls. " Sh...Sherlock?"
It was a question to so many questions. ..The look in Sherlock's pale gray blue eyes gave him his answer.  

Slowly John leaned over to Sherlock hand still in the soft black curls not to hold him there no. If Sherlock wanted to move he could... He just wanted it there because he loved the feel of the soft curls tangling around his finger tips .
Slowly he pressed their lips together. Sherlock  froze in his spot for a moment then relaxed into the chaset kiss...


Sherlock made a soft noise when John ran his tongue across Sherlock's bottom lip...Slowly the younger man opened his mouth and let John inside . Letting him deepen the kiss .

Remembering to  take it slowly. No matter how bad John wanted to nip, bite and suck at those  delicious lips he longed to taste for so long.


Sherlock's  mouth was sweet like tea,honey, and mint.


He needed to be gentle. This was Sherlock his Sherlock...

Who just ah-

Sherlocks small sharp teeth nipped playfully at  John's bottom lip then...Oh....he sucked into his mouth...

John took that and returned the hungry kiss . Tongues slid against each other , wet ,smooth muscle the mixture of flavors sweet tea, mint ,with a hint of brandy from earlier...it was perfect..

Slowly Sherlock shrugged off his night gown John helped pull it off his shoulders mouths never parting. Tentatively John moved his hands down to the him of the other man's shirt...and lifted the fabric slowly.

Sherlock shivered and let out soft baritone whimpers that sent a sweet shot of titillation down John's  spine. Slowly he pulled the garment over Sherlock's head no words were spoken and the kiss only broken when the fabric slid over Sherlock's head .

Their lips meet soon after toungs sliding tasting lickingm..teeth teasing and nipping ,lips sucking ,their breaths became tingled and erratic.

John leaned down a bit placed his hands under Sherlock's bottom lifted the taller man up to his chest .

Sherlock let out a yelp  he has never been picked up before instinctively he wrapped his legs around John's  broad hips  unintentionally knocking the towel off . Sherlock could feel the hard press of John's erection against his bottom..the thin fabric of Sherlock's pajama bottoms did nothing  to hide the feeling of heat radiating off of John's member.



John leans sherlock back gently strong arms holding the taller man's weight with ease. He followed him down -


........ down kissing Sherlock's  jaw down to the alabaster skin of his tantalizing throat .

Sherlock felt his  back hit softness sheets. John moved away from his neck and hovered above him ..

"Sherlock. ..."He said  voice a breathless whisper.

Sherlocks whole body was a flame the look on John's face was unbearable....pure hunger.... Love and the same admiration hung his his blue irises. He licked his lips his eyes moving down to John's exposed body his shoulders  were shaking. the muscles on his arms strained against the beautiful bronze skin ....down down his eyes wondered over the beautiful plans of his flat stomach memorizing every scare mole freckle dip of muscle into his mind palace...soon his eyes made their way to the prize waiting between John's legs.  
In both of the pictures John sent he had never been fully erect...seeing it like this was ...

was...

Sherlock licked his lips and swallowed back the sudden pool of saliva that collected in his mouth.

Long, glistening and hard against his stomach, lying against neatly groomed light curls and tan skin.


The tip was an angry red leaking pulled back from the foreskin.  it curved beautifully up past his belly button......He was ....rather large....not monstrous , no just something most men would envy and make women's ....and Sherlock's mouth water.



Sherlocks hand moved on its own  faltering ever so slightly he caresses the head with his fingers

John let out a shocked hiss at the contact his hips bucked forward reflexively into Sherlock's long fingers. The  Detective took that as incentive and cupped the length sliding his palm from the bottom of the shaft to the tip of the shiny wet head.