State to State - 4.3

“I know how they did it.”

The whisper that came from the chair beside him shocked Sherlock a bit, leaving him sitting alone in the workshop as Emily rushed out the door.  She had said nothing further after the remark was made and had left the door open behind her.  It took Sherlock a few moments to collect his thoughts and his jacket, and he soon ran up the path to find her.

He edged the main door open and called into the kitchen, “Emily?  What did you figure out?”

Sherlock thought about the question for a second and quickly added on, “And where are you?”

There was no answer beyond some amount of clattering in the bedrooms above.  It came from both ends of the upstairs, with Sherlock suddenly remembering the presence of John in his bed.  He ran up the stairs, noted that Emily was half slid under her bed, and then turned to the right to check on John.  A quick glance at his pocket watch revealed the time to be 6:30, pushing the trio into a tight time schedule for whatever Emily’s newly developing plans might be.

While swinging his bedroom door open he asks, “John, are you alright?”

The sight of John sitting on his bed showed that the man was most likely quite alright.  Sherlock slowly realized, while remembering the fast events of the past couple of days, that he had never actually seen John naked.  And the sight of the man he hoped to call his lover simply took Sherlock’s breath away.  Though his tan was uneven in some places (was the phrase ‘a farmer’s tan’?), it was consistent with all of the hard work that John had done.  The muscles were evidence of this as well, perfectly developed and sexy specimens that Sherlock wanted to examine.  He stood still in the doorway to examine every inch of John and let his eyes slowly slip down to observe his partner’s cock.

The data collection went on for several minutes until John moved up from the bed to take Sherlock in a gentle embrace.  Sherlock let himself be pulled into the hairy chest, enjoying the kisses along his neck and the low voice that gently whispered, “Do you see anything you like, love?”

Sherlock let a moan escape as he leaned his head to the side and fell further in John’s tight embrace.  He had liked everything that he had seen so far.  The only portion of John that was not currently visible was his back side, but Sherlock was sure he would enjoy that view as well.  Those thoughts led him further into pleasure as John sucked another mark onto his neck.  They were slowly moving towards the event that Sherlock thought would have happened sometime during the night, but they had both slept.  And he would note that they were technically sleeping together.

“I’ve liked everything that I’ve seen so far.”

His response did the job of encouraging John and Sherlock was soon laid out onto the bed.  The springs creaked under the weight of the two of them, along with every movement causing the mattress to sigh.  But Sherlock turned off some of his senses as John marked further down his neck and chest.  The sensation was questionable for a second – the scars were old, but he still wondered what John’s reaction would be when the shirt was fully off.

“John?” Sherlock’s voice wavered as the question began to form.
“Yes?”
“Are you sure that you want to see all of me?”

He pushed a hand through his partner’s hair as the man worked his way down Sherlock’s chest.  Low moans and groans emerged from Sherlock’s mouth as John spent time on each nipple, toying and teasing with some of his weakest spots.  As John let up from the right nipple and moved his hands down the scars on Sherlock’s waist, he nearly growled, “I want to see all of you that I can get, baby.”

They pushed further into the mattress and Sherlock’s back was sliding across the sheets as they ground their hips together.  Each second of rubbing cleared some of his mind away, letting Sherlock enjoy the bliss of being with this partner.  John’s hands had started to drift towards unbuttoning his carefully done trousers, but it stopped for a moment when the questions arose again.

Sherlock carefully met John’s gaze and his partner asked, “Is it okay to take your pants off?  We probably don’t have the time to properly do anything, but I’d still like to touch you.”  John paused for a second and then continued, “I want to give you pleasure, but I want to make sure it’s okay to touch you there.”

It took a few seconds for the thought to process in Sherlock’s head.  The excitement of the situation had relaxed his mind and it occurred to him what John was asking.  That John was caring about all of the portions of the scenario before him, and this partner wanted to make certain it was okay.  The thought of all of this was so fluffy that Sherlock could have fallen into cuddling with John for eternity.

But with the pressing need on the horizon of whenever Emily might walk through the door.  And their waiting appointment with someone’s god in an hour or so, Sherlock pushed the need for an orgasm to the front of his mind.

He pulled John down and whispered in his partner’s ear, “You can touch me wherever you like.”  Sherlock waited a couple of seconds after the initial statement and tacked on a quick (and sultry if he did say so himself), “Baby.”

John’s gentle, slightly calloused but still smooth, fingers pushed inside of Sherlock.  He rarely fingered himself, despite having what Emily had once called “perfectly fuckable fingers”.  Penetration with fingers was something he had always left up to his partners and John did not disappoint.

Sherlock ran his own fingers through John’s hair that clung to his forehead with a slight amount of sweat.  He couldn’t believe he had found such a beautiful man and found an accidental relationship with a person he barely thought a friend.  It took one more pull down on John’s neck and the added whisper of, “Fuck me, please,” before the moment moved on.

The final word inspired the both of them as John’s cum spurted across Sherlock’s chest and he felt a familiar heat washing over himself.  John soon fell back onto the mattress and he had pulled Sherlock onto his chest in the process.

In between huffs and puffs, Sherlock managed to say, “We have to go to church soon and then Emily wants to solve a mystery.”

John hummed back at him in response.  Sherlock found himself content with being pulled into his lover’s chest as they drifted off for a few more winks of sleep.  Emily’s case could wait and be solved after mass.