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Midnight Snack	By : The-Shiny-Slowpoke Category: S through Z > Sherlock (BBC) > Sherlock (BBC) Views: 5085 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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- 1-Midnight Snack
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It wasn't the door opening or the non-existent knock that woke John Watson up. He'd always been a very heavy sleeper, he had to be. Sleeping whilst abroad in the war was often interrupted by rounds of gunfire. After being repeatedly woken for so long by such a loud noise, quieter noises went unnoticed.
What woke John was the feel of added weight to his mattress. He felt his mattress sink slightly and he groaned, rolling onto his front and rubbing his face into the pillow, without opening his eyes. No doubt this would be Sherlock, wanting to talk about something 'urgent' that could actually wait until morning, or wanting to drag him off on some cockamamie adventure. He was too tired to welcome either option. John felt the covers being pulled from his barely clothed body and he groaned as the lamp was flicked on, his companion still silent. The light and the loss of blanket only meant one thing. He had to leave the warm folds of duvet for the cold London night air. “Sherlock, what're you doing...? It is very, very late and I'm very tired..." The old doctor grizzled, very displeased with having been woken. He could already feel the cold air seeping into his bones just from the central heating not being on. He shuddered at the thought of just how cold it would be outside and rolled onto his back.
"It's two am John... So it is very, very early, not very, very late." Sherlock offered in a strangely husky voice from behind the soldier, who had not yet opened his eyes.
John groaned another time in agitation, sitting up and blinking his eyes open blearily. "That really makes no-" The man snapped, pausing when he caught sight of Sherlock, who was naked, sat on his knees at the end of the bed. "-difference. Sherlock, why're you naked? It's bloody freezing. You should at least be wearing boxers to bed in November..." He continued, frowning and scratching his head. This was nothing new to him, Sherlock had no shame. In the summer he rarely dressed from bed, and he certainly didn't wear underwear beneath the stupid sheet he carted around to just about cover what little dignity he had.
"I don't need boxers." Sherlock answered abruptly, seeming confused by John saying otherwise.
"You- never mind... What is it Sherlock? You must have woken me for a reason..." John sighed, gently rubbing the frown line between his brows with two fingers to relieve the tension there.
"I'm hungry." Sherlock told him bluntly, his bright blue eyes watching the other man closely. He moved closer to the doctor, a strange emotion in his expression that John didn't recognise.
"You woke me up because you're hungry?!?! Sherlock you are PERFECTLY capable of making yourself a midnight snack!" John promulgated angrily, pissed off at having been woken until his fury was swiftly replaced with confusion. Sherlock had moved to lie over him, their chests together as Sherlock shifted his body between the legs of his friend.
“It wouldn’t be a midnight snack, it’d be a three fifty-four snack…” Sherlock rumbled, and it was then John felt the tell-tale hardness of the consulting detective pressed against him. How he hadn't realised the naked man was erect he didn't know.
"...I thought you said you were hungry?" John asked quietly, stunned and unsure of what to do. Sherlock had NEVER done anything like this before.
"Starving..." Sherlock amended, staring down at the man he considered to be the only person worthy of his time.
"...the kitchen is downstairs." John offered softly as a solution, still not quite sure what to make of the naked man lying atop him, resting his weight on his arms to raise him slightly, and not crush John. Not that he could, as thin as he was. John was much too weathered to be bothered by the small weight of a scrawny ‘consulting’ detective that barely ate.
"Nothing in there will help... I've been hungry all day, ever since I... Saw you in the shower. Usually masturbation relieves any heightened hormones I feel for you, but today it just wouldn't work... Not even accompanied by my eidetic memory and vivid imagination." Sherlock explained, lowering his body until they had full skin-on-skin contact, bar the boxers John wore. He rested his head against the side of John's neck, inhaling the older man's scent with desire now obvious in his eyes. That morning he had walked into the bathroom to ask John something without knocking, as he usually did, only to catch sight of a completely naked John with his eyes shut as he washed his short, greying brown hair... Sherlock had seen everything, and left without even asking the intended question. It’d left the man who usually had far too much to say, unable to say a word.
"...so what you mean to say, is that you have sexual feelings for me, and at this moment you are... Horny?" John queried, his gut clenching with want at the idea. He couldn't deny he found Sherlock very appealing... And it had been a long time since he had last been with someone intimately. His therapist had said that he had ‘trust issues’, which would explain why it was so difficult for him to get close to people. And yet, he did trust Sherlock… He always had. He couldn’t even explain why, as common sense dictated Sherlock was not the most reliable of people.
Sherlock wrinkled his nose in disgust at the choice of words, thinking them rather plebeian. Crass. "Yes, more or less... I wouldn't phrase it quite like that, but to put in bluntly, I wish to have intercourse with you. I've been downstairs for the past two hours watching gay pornography on your laptop in an attempt to sate my needs but nothing has worked. Therefore, as I know you have feelings for me, I have come to the conclusion that I may as well have sex with you, as it would not only satisfy me but stop you moping around all week too."
"...oh... Well I suppose that makes sense- wait, you were on my laptop?! It's password protected!!!" John exclaimed, scowling.
"It's hardly Fort Knox..." Sherlock chuckled, laying a soft, open mouthed kiss on John's shoulder, right where his scar was. The one action made John shiver, feeling weak as a kitten all of a sudden. "So... Will you help me...?" The consulting detective asked quietly, feeling the delicate quiver. He was a little nervous, but he did his best to cover it. He was certain John liked him, but he knew the doctor had issues with his bisexuality, perhaps due to the slightly homophobic nature of the army. John didn't even answer. The idea was very appealing to him, but this was Sherlock Holmes. The man probably didn't want a relationship, but John still wanted him... He could genuinely be proud that Sherlock found him tolerable. He nodded weakly, smiling when he felt Sherlock grin into his skin.
"I think I learned the basics from your videos, although some of it looks unpleasant so I'd rather not try it... But I know that I should lubricate you, I picked up the lotion from downstairs. Have you ever been penetrated before...? I know you are bisexual, but that doesn't mean you've taken part in a homosexual act before... I thought it unlikely, as you take no pride in your fondness for the male gender. You seem insecure about it." Sherlock hummed formally, making John laugh softly. "...what?" The curly haired man asked, confused by the laughter. Had he said something wrong?
"Ahhh Sherlock, ever the romantic..." John mocked, ducking his head to kiss Sherlock lightly. The detective however seemed encouraged by this, so pursued the kiss. His movements were clumsy and inexperienced, but John could tell he was trying. Sherlock spent the next five minutes messily mashing his lips on John's with great enthusiasm before parting their mouths.
"I can be romantic if I want to... But I'm hungry for you John, this is no time to take things slowly..." He growled softly, grinning sharkishly at the now panting soldier. If John hadn't been aroused before, he definitely was now. The sexually frustrating teenage make out session had left him lusting for more.
"Okay, okay, no, I haven't done this before. Please just get on with it...!" John whined breathily, huffing in frustration when Sherlock climbed off of him. The detective removed his boxers and smirked at what he saw, which actually made John blush a little. "Happy?" John questioned softly, voice obviously shaky with want, and a small amount of fear. This could go very wrong. John just hoped it wouldn’t. He had to take the risk…
"Mm, yes, this'll do nicely." Sherlock rumbled, voice heavy with amusement as he reached for the lotion he'd left at the bottom of the bed and flicked the cap off. "I'll try to be gentle, as you are new to this, but I doubt it'll work as I'll be just as eager and excited as you are." He chuckled, squeezing the lubricant into his hand and spreading it over his fingers, concentrating on ensuring each digit was well slicked. He spent the next half an hour probing and preparing his lover experimentally, poking this and prodding that, taking great pride in the soft sounds John made. Sherlock was enjoying exploring the body of the man he lusted over, committing every soft spot to memory... For future reference of course.
John was growing increasingly impatient, squirming and panting and moaning under the ministrations of his best friend, who had long since found his prostate and was curling the two fingers he had embedded in the soldier into that spot. "Ahhh~! Sherlock, please!!!" He pleaded, becoming frustrated as his cock throbbed painfully with the lack of attention it was receiving. Being aroused for such an extended period of time without relief was making him ache deeply.
“Okay, okay... I wanted to be thorough, but I trust your judgement that you are adequately prepared." Sherlock hummed quietly, voice quiet and thoughtful. The man was thinking hard about what was going to happen, and the consequences of this intimacy with his only friend. "How do you want to do this? I know basic biology, so I understand the missionary position will be more uncomfortable than if you were female due to how your body will be shaped throughout. Would you rather lie on your chest? I'll do whichever you prefer." He crooned, straddling the man's legs once he had removed his fingers and smiling slightly down at the sweaty soldier he'd become so very fond of.
"I... I want to be able to see you... I want to face you..." John mumbled quietly, embarrassed by the confession. He couldn't say it, but he liked seeing Sherlock more... Carefree. A small smile curled up the corners of Sherlock's lips and he leant down to kiss John softly as his hands gently pushed John's legs apart into a more suitable position. He pulled the pillows down from the head of the bed and placed them under John’s hips so that they were raised into a better position.
"I was hoping you'd say that..." He admitted, sealing his lips over those of the other man yet again. Sherlock kissed John with as much gusto as he could, one slim-fingered hand sliding down the sweaty body beneath him to grasp his own aching cock and guide it into the man he lusted over. He pushed into the other body, removing his hand so he could bury himself to the hilt before stopping. He rested on the body of the shorter man, parting their lips to stare at the ever so slightly pained face inches from his own. "Are you okay John...?" Sherlock mumbled, using what little self-restraint he had to prevent himself moving until he knew John was ready. John swallowed hard and nodded, a small smile gracing his lips. Sherlock drew back a small amount before pushing back forwards slowly, a playful grin lighting his features when John's lips moved to form a perfect 'o' and his eyes screwed shut. With the one sign of pleasure he let go, pulling back further to push in harder, increasing the tempo without going too fast. It may have been his first time, but meticulous as he was he still managed to obtain a stable rhythm that left the soldier beneath him keening for more.
Sherlock groaned softly as he got more and more into it, enjoying the tight heat of the man beneath him. "Ahhh... This is... Much better then I... Imagined it would be... It's very satisfactory." He rumbled in a husky voice as he rested his body on his arms as to not put too much weight onto John, who was squirming and panting hotly beneath him.
"M-must... You analyse... Ever-every... Thing...?" John moaned, spine arching when Sherlock hit a delicious spot inside of him. Sherlock of course took note of this reaction and grinned, purposefully pushing harder into that spot and moaning himself when John clenched around him in delight. "J-just... Enjoy... Stop-p... Analysing everything...!" The soldier demanded with another sound of ecstasy, shivering bodily. Sherlock rolled his eyes but said nothing further, taking John's words to heart and trying not to think about what he was doing just how it felt... Admittedly it did make him enjoy it more, but he wouldn't tell John that. The smaller man couldn't possibly know he was right!
Sherlock had never had sex before, so in all honesty he doubted he'd last long. He could feel it building, and he could tell from the increased whimpering of the sweat glazed man beneath him that he too was close... He began to quicken his movement, thrusting harder and faster, pushing in and out of the man with as much force as he could muster for the last leg of the race. He met John's lips in a searing kiss, sliding his tongue between the parted lips of the panting soldier to lap enthusiastically at his mouth. The doctor raised a hand to catch one of Sherlock’s wrists, and guided the other man’s hand to his own crotch without a word. Sherlock understood immediately what he wanted and began to pump at his swollen, aggravated looking penis until John was a writhing, moaning mess with moisture glistening on his brow as one last, deliciously enticing moan slipped from him and he expelled himself into Sherlock's abdomen. John could easily even say it was the best orgasm of his life, although that thought was quickly forgotten when he felt warm, wetness rush into his body. He exhaled shakily and blinked his eyes open weakly, staring up at the consulting detective as he fell down onto his best friend's chest, utterly spent. The medical man laughed softly, running a hand through Sherlock's hair and grinning to himself.
"Satisfied now...?" He asked, his voice rich with amusement and gruff with his own satisfaction.
"We have to do that again..." Sherlock replied bluntly, breathing deeply against the hot neck of who he could only assume would now be his lover.
"I could get used to being woken up at absurd hours if this is what it's for." John mused seriously, letting his eyes fall shut and dragging the duvet over them. "But if you don't let me sleep now, in all seriousness, I will end you." He chuckled, smiling a little, perfectly comfortable beneath him roommate.
"You'll end me? Then I best let you sleep, hadn't I...? Although, I'd like to see what this 'end' entails..." The dark haired man grinned, entirely at ease.
"Sherlock?"
"Yes?"
"Shut up."
"Good night John... Ooor, good morning."
"Seriously Sherlock, shut up."
Sherlock laughed softly but said naught else, leaving John be. He knew the man meant it in good humour, but he'd be tired later in the day if he didn't get some rest. So he rolled off the man, then gently pulled him to his chest and held him there, liking the closeness. He watched John sleep, examining the soldier at rest. Who would have known Sherlock would need something like this? A relationship.
The consulting detective needed his doctor.

Author's Notes: This was actually the first serious fanfiction I ever wrote, and though it's had quite a bit of tweaking over the years I'm very proud of it. Please feel free to rate and review, I'd love some feedback, positive or not :)
Thank you for reading!
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