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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 stared at his reflection in the mirror in their room. Pulling at the third button down shirt he’d tried on he grimaced. He hadn’t been particularly nervous about meeting ‘Mummy Holmes’, again, but as the day got closer his anxiety got worse. Now he had tried on three full different outfits, had half a bag packed, and was sure Sherlock was going to murder him if he didn’t hurry up.
Letting out a defeated sigh he dropped the last few things he needed into the overnight bag on the bed, grabbed the garment bag that held his formal wear, and made his way out into the sitting room to find Sherlock sitting on the sofa with his hands pressed together under his chin. His bag, already packed, was sitting next to him.
“Did you find what you were looking for?” He asked, not even looking at John, “Or did you want to try on a fourth outfit?” The corner of his mouth turned up in a smile as he stood and finally looked at John. “Mummy will like you no matter what, especially since we’re coming on her birthday. I’ve told you it doesn’t matter what you wear. Don’t go diva on me now.” He cupped the back of John’s neck and pressed a small kiss to his forehead.
“You’re one to talk.” John teased, adjusting the detective’s collar. “Besides, it’s not just your mum I’m meeting.” Part of visiting Sherlocks mother meant the detective had brought back one of his suits rather than the new attire he’d taken to wearing. It also meant that the silk purple button up was back.
The last time John had seen him in that particular shirt it had hung off his thin frame dangerously, but the last few months had been good for the detective. Other than the obvious improvement of getting off the drugs, he’d also, at John’s insistence most days, began eating and sleeping more regularly. Toying with the strained buttons he smiled back up at the detective, it was a nice visual reminder that things had really improved.
“I do love this shirt.” John said, pressing his hand flat against his chest.
Sherlock’s fingers came up and curled around the hand on his chest. He leaned forward, his lips brushing the shell of John’s ear as he spoke, “Why do you think I wore it?” He pulled away with a smirk to observe the doctor’s reaction before turning away to locate his suitcase.
“Are you finally ready to go? The car Mycroft sent has been waiting for almost half an hour.”
Pulling his own bag up on his shoulder John started for the door. They were only staying for the night, but it didn’t surprise him that Sherlock had managed to fill a small suitcase.
“You weren’t ready when the car got here either.” he quipped as he started down the steps knowing Sherlock would be right behind him.
Sure enough the familiar black car was waiting for them at the curb outside of 221b. Slipping into the backseat John mumbled a small apology for the wait at the driver while Sherlock stowed their bags in the boot of the car. Not a moment later he sat down next to John, their hands instantly intertwining
The back seat was spacious, and Sherlock found his interest piqued when the car pulled away from the curb. The drive would take a while, a few hours at least, and with this much room, his imagination was running rampant. He glanced around the car and found exactly what he was looking for. His rare smile broke out over his face as he leaned back into the plush seat. He’d give John a while before he put his plan into action.
They sat together for a while, their hands just resting on the seats, and they were well out of London, out in the countryside when he decided he’d made himself wait long enough. His arousal had grown the longer he thought about it, and he wasn’t sure if John hadn’t noticed or was just ignoring it. Either way it didn’t matter. Pressing the button that rolled the tinted partition up, he caught a knowing glance from the driver in the rear view mirror and received a wink just as the partition slid into place.
The detective let the partition stay up for a while, waiting to see what John would say, if he’d said anything at all.
John watched Sherlock lean back into the seat, a look on his face that screamed he was about to do something dangerous or exciting. Licking his lips in anticipation John nodded towards the partition that had just been rolled up. It was pitch black on this side, and considering this was one of Mycroft's vehicles, it only made sense that it would be the top of the line in privacy.
“What’s that about?” John asked, his ears already turning a bright shade of pink. He purposefully looked out the window, avoiding the green eyes that were sure to be boring down on him.
Sherlock took the opening and reached out, his left hand circling John’s waist and, pulling him back against the his chest. His right snatched one of the doctor’s hands and pulled it until it was palm down against the hot hardness in his pants.
“I figured you’d appreciate the privacy when you swallowed my cock.” He’d quickly found out in the past few months that talking dirty like this would leave John rather open to suggestion considering he was so poised with his speech normally. He used it in times like this when the other man might have reservations against what they were doing, like the one time he’d wanted to experiment with peanut butter.
“I can always roll it back down if you’d like an audience.” His teeth nipped at the other man’s earlobe.
John’s mouth quickly went dry, but there was no hesitation as he began stroking Sherlock through the strained cloth. Part of him was utterly terrified of doing anything so public, but, the idea of defiling the back of Mycroft’s vehicle was quite enticing. The deep voice sent a small shiver through his body and he pressed back into the detective.
“I’d much rather keep you to myself, thanks.”
Turning so he could catch Sherlock’s mouth before he could offer any other smart remark, John kissed him deeply. He didn’t want to give Sherlock the opportunity to convince him of voyeurism as well.
Switching hands as he turned John rubbed Sherlock through his trousers for a few more moments before he started unclasping them and pulling at the zipper. Tearing their mouths apart after a small nip to the others bottom lip John gave him a fleeting hungry look. It had been a few days since the first time he’d done this, which was plenty of time for him to become more comfortable and versed in the act.
“If Mycroft has this car bugged you’ll be the one paying for it.” His eyebrows raised with his teasing threat as he pulled away and settled himself in front of the detective. His fingers looped under the waistband of Sherlock’s trousers and pants, tugging softly to release his throbbing member from their confines.
The threat made him chuckle until the cool air against his heated skin made him suck in a hissing breath. One hand moved to the back of John's head, not urging but simply finding a place to rest as he spoke.
"Forgive me for not trembling. Any punishment you derive only bears the suggestion to be something overwhelmingly pleasurable for both of us." His voice was deep and husky, his eyes jaded as he looked down at the older man, kneeling in the back seat, staring at his cock hungrily. He gave a small roll of his hips that caused the head of his member to brush against john's cheek.
"And now that I know how absolutely sinful your mouth is, I'm hard pressed not to keep my cock there at all times..."
John tutted softly, as if Sherlock had said something a bit not good, but the small smile that pulled at his lips as he rocked on his heels begged to differ. John held a certain amount of pride in his abilities, so hearing the seductive praise coming from Sherlock made his confidence soar.
Running his parted lips down the detectives shaft John breathed hotly against it. His eyes darting up to meet green as he felt Sherlock twitch in anticipation. Working his way back up he ran his tongue along the underside, swirling around the head slightly before parting his lips and taking Sherlock in his mouth with a small hum.
There was something extremely arousing about locking eyes with John as those lips stretched around the shaft, and he let out a small groan, afraid to break eye contact and dilute the moment. His fingers tightened on the back of John’s neck as hips canted up into his mouth. He wanted nothing more than to hold the blonde down and fuck his mouth without abandon, but he restrained himself.
“Oh John,” he whispered softly, “Your mouth is exquisite.” his hand smoothed over the other man’s hair as he spoke. He knew John was effected by the sound of his voice, and he decided to try an experiment. “Do you like having my cock in your mouth?” he asked, his baritone rumbling through his chest.
The obscene question sent waves of pleasure straight to John’s groin. He moaned as he hollowed his cheeks, sucking, taking Sherlock a bit deeper than before. The deep throaty sounds emanating from him vibrated along the cock in his mouth in response to Sherlocks question. One hand gripped Sherlock’s hip, while the other began teasing at his balls, rolling them in his hand as he sped up his languid pace.
There was a definite flush creeping up on John’s cheeks. Between Sherlock’s alluring voice and the fact that he was getting him off in the back of a moving car John was finding it difficult to think of anything other than the task at hand. His mind spinning in a hot mess of endorphins.
Sherlock’s breath was coming faster but the naughty statements and questions never stopped, even as his voice became husky and deep the longer he spoke. “You do. You’d like it up your arse right now too.” He leaned forward, curling his body so that he could almost whisper in John’s ear.
“You’d like to be in my lap riding me right now. In fact I’m sure if I asked you’d drop your trousers right now and fuck yourself on me like your life depended on it.” His fingers ghosted down to the base of his neck then back up to tangle in his short hair, forcing his member even further into the delicious heat. “So wanton John...” the condescending tone was almost a growl as he let another moan fall from his lips.
The sudden force reminded John to breath through his nose. He kept Sherlock there for a moment, swallowing around the cock pressing to the back of his throat. Moaning greedily, Sherlock’s words making his own member twitch with desire, he pulled back so just the tip remained. Running his tongue around it slowly he tasted the building arousal there.
Part of him considered working painfully slow until Sherlock did insist on taking him right here in the back of the car, but the little bit of his mind that was still working told him he wasn’t ready for that. God forbid someone see them somehow. He began working faster, urging Sherlock along as he sucked and teased him, taking him a bit deeper with each bob of his head.
Sherlock felt his hips bucking up into John’s mouth with each bob of his head and his own brows knit together at the sensation of having that tight wetness work over his shaft. His head fell back against the seat as his hand rest heavily on the back of the doctor’s head. Absently he reached into his pants pocket with his left hand and pulled out a handkerchief. He handed it down to the man between his knees, and grit his teeth against another loud moan before he finally spoke once more.
“Touch yourself for me John.” He said, “It may be tonight before I can reciprocate, and believe me when I say I will be fucking you into my mattress.” His words were gravelly as he raised his head to look down into a pair of bright blue eyes.
John slowed down a bit, fumbling with the button of his trousers. He moaned around Sherlock’s member as he finally grasped himself. He was already precariously close, Sherlock’s promise rang out in his ears delightfully. Taking the handkerchief and carefully wrapping it over the head of his cock with one hand John resumed his previous motions, moving his hand and mouth in time together.
His movements became more erratic as his breathing shortened, moaning readily against the detective.
Sherlock’s breath was coming quicker, his hands tightening and releasing in John’s hair and on the edge of the seat. He could see the motion of the smaller man’s hand over his cock and groaned at the sheer sinfulness of this entire ordeal. He filed away the obvious effect his words had on John away for later use.
Feeling his testicles tightening and drawing up against his flesh he knew it wouldn’t be long. John had become very skilled in the past few days. “Yes John... I’m about to...” his breath left his chest in a rush as the other’s tongue swept under the sensitive head and he was gone, releasing himself into the doctor’s mouth with a low groan that seemed to draw out forever.
John swallowed thickly as his own pleasure peaked, causing him to groan around the cock still pulsing in his mouth. It was utterly sinful, and John loved it. As the last few shudders of his orgasm ripped through him he pulled off of Sherlock, sucking softly as he did just to watch the detective shiver under him again.
Wiping the bit of spit and cum that had dripped from the corner of his mouth away with the back of his hand John leaned back on his heels, resting his cheek on Sherlock’s clothed knee. The soft fabric made his skin tingle slightly, his nerves still careening from the orgasm. He didn’t move back to his seat quite yet, but he did fix his trousers after wiping himself clean with Sherlock’s handkerchief.
“You were rather...” John blushed slightly at the recent memory, and how intensely it had affected him “Uhm.. Vocal.”
“And you loved it.” He smirked as he tucked himself back into his pants, making himself presentable once more before plucking the handkerchief out of John’s hands and tucking it back in his pocket. He pulled on John’s arms letting the smaller man’s hips settle between his legs, pressing their chests together and wrapping his arms around John’s torso. Pressing a light kiss to his forehead, he shifted them until they were quite comfortable in the seat, leaving the partition up for a while so they could regroup.
“I never said I didn’t,” John assured him, leaning back against Sherlock. “I just… You’ve been very creative lately. Not that I don’t like it, I mean I do, you know I do. I just never took you to be this--”
“Sexual?”
“Yes. I mean, what happened to it all being transport? or whatever it is you say?”
“You’re worried I’m doing these things for you, and not because I enjoy sex?”
John pulled himself from Sherlock’s arms so he could turn to face him. His lips pulling to one side as he shrugged and nodded all at once, encouraging Sherlock to answer the question he hadn’t been able to voice.
“During my years at University, I was like any normal person at that age. I did seek out the company of others for my bed out of curiosity and a need to feel wanted. However, when I saw that no matter how explicit I was in telling my partners that I did not want any sort of relationship, one always seemed to start to form from their side. Once it began interfering with my success, I swore it off for a long while. Since then save for a few occasions, long before we met, I had neither the time or desire for such relations. I then met Lestrade, and he kept me fairly busy until I then met you.”
“Right,” John said softly, nodding in understanding before his brows furrowed, his attention snapping back. “Wait.. What?”
“However John, all of that said, whatever notions you have that I do not enjoy our trysts, you should delete it from your mind. I quite enjoy having sex with you in any way that I can. Surely you didn’t think that as easily as I get bored with things I wouldn’t be this creative? The only reason I have been celibate is because there simply was no place for it in my busy life. And as you like to challenge me with my previous statements, I will save you the time in asking. I say women are not my area because they tend to get attached too quickly and are far too whiny when you are honest with them. Men do tend to take honesty better, and are much sturdier for the type of sex I typically enjoy. Therefore, my body is just a vessel for my mind, but John, the endorphins released in sex are perfect brain fuel, and as we both enjoy it, quite immensely, I don’t see why you should carry on with these silly thoughts that I am having sex with you purely for your benefit. I’m much too selfish for that, on this I think we can both agree.”
“Yeah,” John chided, relaxing and leaning back into Sherlock. “I can definitely attest to you being a selfish arse.”
He chuckled softly, nuzzling closer to Sherlock now that those thoughts weren’t looming over him.
“We still have a two hour drive ahead of us, so feel free to sleep if you need.” Sherlock said softly as John relaxed into him, “You’ll have quite a big night, so I would take the chance while you have it.” His tone suggested he was talking about more than just the dinner and dancing with his mother and her guests.
John’s eye’s quickly fell closed, grateful for a couple hours of sleep to quiet his minds reservations about the impending party. Within minutes his breathing slowed and he drifted off to sleep, leaving Sherlock to sink back into his mind for the rest of the ride.
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