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In the Past	By : Leloi Category: S through Z > Sherlock (BBC) > Sherlock (BBC) Views: 2979 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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- 1-In the Past
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Victor Trevor grinned broadly. “But I don’t have to tell you about this one.” Winking at Sherlock he returned his attention to John. “An absolute demon in the sack, am I right?”
John could only gape slack jawed at this new bit of information about his friend. Really he had just assumed that Sherlock was celibate.
“Willing to try anything if it meant relieving his absolute ennui...” Victor chuckled to himself. “The things we did that summer at uni… How many blokes could you take on at once?”
“You said you have a case?” Sherlock stated, oblivious to John’s discomfort.
“Mind if I borrow him for old time’s sake, John? Nothing serious… You know him.”
“Actually… no I’m afraid I don’t.” John replied somewhat icily, drawing both Victor’s and Sherlock’s attention to himself. “Sherlock is married to his work.” For a moment John cast Sherlock a hurt look before standing. “If you’ll excuse me, it seems like you two have some catching up to do.” John left the room before anyone could respond. Not that anyone would respond. Sherlock was on a case, of course he wouldn’t care. And it seemed he wasn’t as celibate as he made himself out to be… just when it came to John. The thought wounded John to the bone.
Quickly the doctor left the office building, ignoring the inquisitive look from the secretary. The urge to run and escape filled his mind as he reached the lifts… not that he needed to run because Sherlock certainly wouldn’t follow him. Sherlock didn’t like John in that way… he had made that clear from the beginning. All those hints at there being something more had to be speculation on John’s part. Why? Because Sherlock never shared his bed with John not like he did with those other men Victor talked about.
“It’s me… it’s me. He’d sleep with anyone else but me.” John mumbled as he left the lobby and headed out to the street, finding a cab. Sitting back he wondered if Sherlock would even notice that John had left the building. Of course he would, eventually… Sherlock was a fucking genius when it came to observing comings and goings. Would he care? Well he might not have enough cab fare so John’s presence could have been useful there. Then again maybe he wouldn’t even NEED a cab because Victor would take him home and shag him the way he liked to be shagged… in a way someone as unappealing as John could never understand.
The cab pulled up to Baker Street and John got out, paying the fare. The house was empty. Mrs. Hudson was away for the week leaving her tenants to fend for themselves. Taking the opportunity to vent some frustration John stomped on his way up the stairs to his bedroom. With a satisfying door slam he fell upon the bed, only then acknowledging his grieving heart.
“He doesn’t want you John… you broken, weak man, you.” John hissed at himself. “Stop acting like some stupid teenager. So he doesn’t want you… so what?” But the truth was John wanted Sherlock. “You’ve been rejected plenty of times. Stop it! Stop crying!” But his heart ached too much.
For the past year he had been at Sherlock’s side. They had worked together, hung out together. Sherlock had become one of his best friends… sort of family. They took care of each other, helped each other. They were partners, colleagues… friends. The passion of The Game was infectious. And there was trust. Trust John had found so difficult in the past. But apparently Sherlock didn’t trust John all that much if he lied about his needs. “I trusted you…” John whimpered into his pillow. “I trusted you with my heart.”
“How long are you going to lay there crying?” Sherlock’s baritone voice filled the room.
John looked up from the bed at Sherlock standing in his doorway. “Don’t you… have a case?”
“Yes, well… when my partner runs out on me I have to go fetch him. You took off like some bloody maniac. I follow only to find you crying in bed.”
“I thought you’d be going off with… with Victor…” John sniffled, trying to dry his eyes. “You haven’t had sex in a long time and you find him… appealing.”
Sherlock crossed his arms over his chest and regarded John for a moment. “Is that what this is about? John I was a stupidly reckless at university. I’m sure you were just as stupid when you were younger.”
John stared at him for a moment, eyes red rimmed from crying. Finally he looked away. “I thought you were celibate.”
“I am now. I wasn’t then.”
“What did you find appealing about him?”
“Seriously? He was my roommate. So… convenience mainly.”
“Oh.” John looked down at himself.
“John… you have no reason to be jealous. You know me better than he ever did.”
“But we’ve never had sex!” John shot back. “You don’t even like me in that way.”
“I didn’t want to make that mistake again.” Sherlock replied, approaching the bed and sitting down beside John. “If I’m going to have sex it will be with someone who shares my life with me… not just because I’m bored.”
“Are you bored now?”
“No… should I be?” Sherlock regarded John for a moment before leaning in and catching John’s lips with his own. “Do you want me to no longer be celibate, John?”
“So you can sleep around?” John breathed, lightly kissing Sherlock’s lips.
“I was only planning on taking one person to my bed.”
“Oh? And who would that be? Lestrade?”
Sherlock pulled away and frowned. “No.”
“Anderson?”
“Don’t be vile, John.”
John smiled, enjoying his form of teasing payback. His heart still felt delicate but now it fluttered a bit with the easy camaraderie. “Molly?”
“Stop saying names.” Sherlock hissed and kissed John again, pushing his companion back on the bed.
“Victor?”
Sherlock eased up a bit, his thumb on John’s chin. “No, John. There’s only you.” His lips returned with a vengeance.
John felt a happy shiver run up his spine, hearing Sherlock’s words. “Then by all means… lose your celibacy.”
Sherlock pulled away, grinning. “But not like this. I want to get it right this time. I am such a perfectionist.”
“How do you plan on making it perfect?”
“I’ll woo you, of course.”
“I thought you couldn’t be bothered with that sort of thing. I think you once called it distracting rubbish?”
“But this is about us, John… you and me as lovers. I want to get it right.”
“Lovers…” John echoed thoughtfully.
Confusion crossed Sherlock’s face. “Did I get that part wrong? I just assumed that this was all about you wishing to be my lover.”
“No… I just… never thought I’d hear you say lover.” John replied.
“We care about each other… like family but more.”
“I didn’t know you cared for me.” John looked down at his hands.
Sherlock lightly kissed John’s forehead. “I plan to keep you around for a very long time, John Watson. You are the better part of me.” Silently Sherlock got up and headed for the door. Turning in the doorway he smiled. “Dinner tonight? Perhaps you’d care for someplace a little more formal than our usual places?”
“Anywhere is fine with me. In fact take out is fine with me.”
Sherlock made a face. “Doctor John Hamish Watson you are being formally courted by a Holmes. We put our best foot forward when it comes to luring the unwary into our family legacy.”
“In that case I’d be delighted.”
“Good. You’ll need a tux. I’ll have Mycroft bring one around for you until we get you your own.”
“That’s too much! Sherlock I couldn’t…”
Sherlock raised a finger to silence him. “Formally courted, John…”
John nodded, wondering if he really could handle a formal courting in the Holmes style.
^.~
John chuckled slightly, having had a bit too much wine with dinner. His tie was loosened and he leaned with his head against the window, looking out at the lights. “Where are we going?”
Sherlock sat beside him in the town car looking extraordinarily dashing in his own tux… like a young nobleman out on the town. It wasn’t too far from the truth but without the noble title. He was an heir, after all. “Not too far from here…” Sherlock replied, glancing out the car window. “In fact there it is.”
The car pulled up beside the lavish hotel and the door was opened for John and Sherlock to get out. “Wow… you went all out for a first date.” Sherlock blushed a bit and entered the hotel with John following him. The hotel owner met them and what an honor it was to cater to the brother of Mycroft Holmes… and so forth. John lost interest with the talking, his tipsy mind taking in the décor. His attention returned to Sherlock when his name was called. Together they traveled up to the best suite the hotel offered and entered the rooms. “Seriously, Sherlock… this is almost too much…” John sat down on the overstuffed couch.
Sherlock smiled and knelt on the floor before John, his hands running up and down John’s thighs. “Do you like it?”
John sighed and shut his eyes. “I can honestly say I’ve never had such a decadent date in my life. Of course usually it’s me on the planning end. Doctors are paid nearly enough for this sort of thing. If it was up to me we’d be at home right now, stretched out on the couch, perhaps watching a movie together.”
Sherlock’s fingers carefully undid the front of John’s trousers as the doctor spoke. His fingers caught on the waistband and he pulled them down past John’s knees, faced with John’s boxers.
John opened his eyes and stared down at Sherlock who went on to untie his shoelaces, pulling them off so he could remove the trousers altogether and the socks. “You’re undressing me.”
“Go on… tell me how your version of our date will go.” Sherlock smiled, reaching back behind John to unhook the cummerbund.
“There’s not much to tell, really. Just spend time being cozy together. Maybe then some kissing and then… oh lord!” John stopped because Sherlock had succeeded in removing his boxers and the detective’s mouth swallowed John’s organ. “Then we’ll… make love and…”
Sherlock released the organ, rubbing his cheek against it, his nose nuzzling against the base and tongue exploring John’s scrotum.
“Sherlock…” John breathed, reaching down to touch Sherlock’s cheek. His inebriation fading away as he focused on the man before him. Their eyes met and for a moment it seemed that Sherlock’s eyes were clouded by lust. “Sherlock I love you. I can tell you that now, can’t I? You won’t be offended?”
Sherlock shut his eyes, taking in a deep breath. Getting up onto the couch he covered John, kissing him deeply. Small moans escaped the back of his throat as he nearly savaged John’s lips.
“I love you, Sherlock.” John cried out again, wrapping his arms around the man above him. His lips for a moment free as Sherlock went to his neck. John’s hands found the front of still closed trousers and opened them to reach in and take the other man in his hand.
Sherlock moaned again, becoming soft whimpers as his body moved against the fist that held him. His own hand sought John’s cock again. For a few moments they masturbated each other until Sherlock pulled away. “No! Not like this! The bed!” Pulling away he finished undressing and moved to help John with his own clothes.
John went for the bed, losing his jacket, dress shirt and undershirt on the way. By the time he reached the bed he was naked and quickly got on it, lying face up. Sherlock was not far behind. “I thought… earlier today that you didn’t find me attractive and that’s why you didn’t want me.”
Sherlock looked like John had grown a second head as he got up onto the bed. “Are you insane? LOOK at you!” Sherlock kissed the pale flesh below him. The tan from the desert sun had faded months ago but the body of the soldier was still trim and muscular from working out in a harsh climate. “Like my own personal Adonis.”
“Does that make you Aphrodite?”
“Shut up.” Sherlock muttered, lying down next to John.
“Everyone wants you.” John replied casually.
“I don’t care what everyone else wants.” Sherlock chuckled softly. His fingertips explored the pale chest and traveled up the scarred shoulder. “Does it still hurt?”
“Only when it’s cold.” John replied quietly, looking up at Sherlock.
Reverently Sherlock leaned in to kiss the wound, exploring it with his tongue. “You’d still be in Afghanistan if it wasn’t for this wound. We never would have met.”
“Imagine that…” John breathed, feeling the warmth of Sherlock’s breath all the way down to his toes.
“You wouldn’t have lost your confidence and you’d probably be with some woman right now.”
“Perhaps…”
“This little wound changed your life in an unexpected pleasing way.” Sherlock surmised with a smile.
“I’m not with you because I lost my confidence around women.” Running his hand through Sherlock’s curls, he held the one above him in a head hug. “I’m with you because you make me feel so alive. The world is more intense when I’m around you. And in those moments when you are quiet I just want to hold you so much my heart broke even thinking about it.”
Sherlock laughed quietly. “Damn romantic…”
“Yes… well you’re the one who decided to formally court me by taking me to the opera and dinner at a fancy restaurant. And now we’re in the most expensive hotel in their finest room. All that just to shag me for the first time… You have a romantic spirit too, my dear detective.”
“The things I do to make you forget that I ever had a stupid past… with people not even worth my time.”
“Well now you’ve reminded me.” John was silent for a time, studying the man above him. “Are you really a demon in the sack?”
Sherlock stared at John thoughtfully. “I was a demon because I was completely selfish about it. It was all about me and my needs. Victor just assumed that I use you the way I used him.”
“I don’t think I’d like that.”
“You wouldn’t. He does. But that doesn’t matter.” With a sigh Sherlock rolled off of John and lie down on his back, pulling John atop him. Reaching down he took their softening cocks in his hand and pumped at both of them.
John gasped and rocked his hips from where he straddled Sherlock. His mouth open in a bit of an “oh” expression.
Sherlock released them when they were both hard again. “Do with me as you like.”
“What do you mean by that?”
“I give you free reign, John. I’m yours.”
“Mine?” John whispered, resuming his hip rocking, rubbing them both together. “I want us to grind… you on top.” Quickly he lay down.
Sherlock rolled over again and settled between John’s legs. Slowly he began to thrust, feeling himself rub against John’s body, between his legs. How he wanted John. His arms wrapped around the man below him and he grunted with delight.
“Yes… harder… as hard as you like.” John whispered, his legs wrapping around Sherlock’s waist. Vaguely he wished there was some penetration but this position was good for their first time. It felt good to feel Sherlock’s unrepressed passion. The detective always held them bottled up. And really he wanted to see Sherlock orgasm. His own orgasm was close enough that he could easily fall over the edge. So he kept his eyes on Sherlock’s face, ready to follow him and share it.
Sherlock bit his lip and bowed his head, his pelvis grinding and crushing them both together. A hand reached for John’s hips to hold him in place as he gave a final thrust, expelling for the first time a very long time. A small cry escaped him as he threw his bead back in pure ecstasy.
John felt the warm ropes of semen against his belly, pushing him over the edge as his legs worked, trying to bring Sherlock closer. His own orgasm was quick to come and throbbing. John ached for a closer position. His arms pulled Sherlock’s body down to his, disregarding the mess between them. Desperately their lips came together. “I want you inside of me next time…”
“Oh John… John…” Sherlock moaned, rubbing his face against John’s shoulder. “Anything you want. Just don’t leave me!” It seemed a sob escaped the detective.
Startled John touched the back of Sherlock’s neck. “What? Leave you? Why would I leave you?”
“I thought… thought you would leave me today when you took off like that from Victor’s office. I was horrified that you learned my dirty secret from him. I wanted to tell you myself when the time was right. I’m yours! I’ve BEEN yours! No matter how many women you shag I’m still YOURS!”
John gave a soft laugh, his fingers caressing Sherlock’s back. “I haven’t been nearly successful as all that. I haven’t had any luck since before the war.”
“Well… brilliant! I want you all to myself from now on.” Sherlock resumed his kissing.
The night was long with many long sessions of love making. When Sherlock entered John he could barely restrain himself from the sheer delight of being close to another human being who understood him. John gave over his body and Sherlock loved every moment of it.
When John entered Sherlock he knew for certain that Sherlock was his completely. Sherlock had whimpered “I’ve never been on the receiving end…” Those words nearly broke John’s heart, hearing the quiet confession of innocence. Sherlock trusted him enough to let him do this. It was a bit mind blowing to ponder it in that way. John made sure he was slow and gentle until right before the end when Sherlock began to writhe with delight underneath him. Then he gave deep, powerful thrusts, expelling within his companion.
“I’ve never had sex quite like that before.” Sherlock smiled.
“Do you like it?” John asked, rolling off to Sherlock’s side.
Sherlock breathed out through his nose in a sort of amusement as his smile deepened. “I feel really good right now.”
John kissed Sherlock’s forehead before snuggling up beside him. “I’m glad.”
^.~
Victor Trevor raised an eyebrow as he regarded the two before him. “Sorry my joking upset you, John. I didn’t know that Sherlock was celibate.”
“It’s quite alright. I’m fine now.” John replied.
Victor returned his attention Sherlock. “So… about my little problem?”
“If I were you I would keep a closer eye on your secretary from now on.” Sherlock stood dramatically with great flourish. “Pleasure to see you again, Victor. Come along, John.”
John stood and held out his hand to Victor. “No hard feelings.”
Victor took the offered hand and shook it, hesitating a moment as he regarded John. “Are you free tomorrow night? Perhaps pints at the pub or…”
“I’m sorry but John is married to his work… what with it being spring and the winter’s dead popping up like daffodils. I keep him very busy.” Sherlock intoned from near the door. “Come along, John.”
“Busy as bees. It was nice to meet you.” John smiled with a twinkle in his eye and a blush on his cheek. Releasing Victor’s hand he followed his partner out of the office.
“Really, Sherlock? Married to my work?” John shook his head as they left the office building.
“Yes… well I am your work.” Sherlock chuckled as they flagged down a cab for the trip home.
--End
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