anarion | Fic: Blow-by-blow (6/7)

Finally: the resolution of the 'Blowjobs for science' series. Enjoy! :)

Title: Blown out of proportion
Words: 1378
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: none
Pairings : Sherlock/John
Beta: the wonderful

verityburns
Disclaimer: Sadly the characters are not mine and no money is made (that would be sooo cool!).

Summary: 'Blow-by-blow' is the follow-up series for my blowjob 221B which can be found here. John teaches Sherlock about blowjobs.

Previous chapter here

Blown out of proportion

A few days after the surprise blowjob in the kitchen John decided to leave work early and go home. The thing with Sherlock was driving him crazy and he couldn’t concentrate. But there were no patients anyway.

Sherlock had a new case and John hadn’t seen a lot of him over the last few days. Which was ok with him, because he really needed to figure out this situation they were in.

He had been lying to himself: there was no going back from this. He wanted Sherlock so much, it was killing him. He could not go on pretending to be only a friend. He was just lucky that Sherlock had the emotional experience of a five-year-old, otherwise John would have never been able to hide his feelings for this long.

It might be easier if they were not living together. That left him with two options. Tell Sherlock, see what happened and risk losing their friendship, or move out and try to save their friendship.

The thought of walking away from Sherlock left him feeling sick and cold. He was glad that he would come home to an empty flat, because meeting Sherlock now would not end well.

John opened the door and slowly walked up the stairs. He felt tired and worn out.

He entered the flat, threw his coat over a chair and was on his way to the kitchen when he heard the sound. It made him stop dead in his tracks. Was that a moan?

So Sherlock was home. Was he in trouble? John was trying to remember the last spot where he had hidden the gun when Sherlock moaned again.

No, that was not a man in trouble. Well, at least no serious trouble.

And now John could hear the rhythmic sound accompanying the moan.

His heart started beating fast and his thoughts were racing.

Is Sherlock actually masturbating? Or is someone with him? Oh God, please no. Maybe the blowjobs made him realise that he wanted more and he thought I wasn’t willing. Or he fell in love with someone and dared to act on it, now that he learned more about his own body...

Did I lose the fight without even knowing that there was something worth fighting for?

He silently went to Sherlock’s door, but the room was empty.

And then realisation hit and John’s jaw dropped. Sherlock was in his room? What was going on here?

So, no company then. Even Sherlock, who had no concept of privacy and personal space, wouldn’t do something like that.

John went up the stairs, still hearing the soft moans, and approached his open bedroom door. His mouth had gone very dry.

And then his breathing stopped abruptly, as if someone had punched him in the gut. His heart stumbled and then hammered on.

Sherlock lay stark naked on his back on John’s bed, eyes closed, slowly stroking his cock. His cheeks were flushed and his mouth slightly open. His face was turned into John’s pillow and Sherlock rubbed his nose in it like a cat, inhaling John’s scent.

John stared at the beautiful creature on his sheets, completely lost in his own pleasure, and felt himself getting hard. That was probably the most erotic thing he had ever seen.

John slowly moved his hand on the growing bulge in his trousers and started rubbing in rhythm with Sherlock’s thrusts.

He refused to think about the reason for Sherlock being in his bed. This was probably some kind of weird experiment. Or he didn’t want his own bed to smell and get stains.

Sherlock increased the tempo of his strokes, his moans turning into groans, as he neared his release.

And then he suddenly sobbed “John, John, John!”, arched his back and screamed, as the orgasm ripped through his body.

John’s hand fell from his own erection as he understood and he was filled with a deep awe at the realisation that the man he loved had feelings for him too but could not tell him and instead tried to be close to him by masturbating in his bed.

He wanted to cross the room, take Sherlock in his arms, kiss him and tell him that they would figure this out together but wasn’t sure how to alert Sherlock to his presence.

He must have made some kind of sound, because Sherlock, who had reached for a towel to clean himself up, snapped his head around and stared at John.

After a few seconds John saw Sherlock’s eyes go cold and he knew that he would lash out, say something harsh, wounding, sharp, in order to protect himself. And with that he would destroy all the possibilities that lay between them like pearls spilled on the ground.

John shook his head fractionally and then, very deliberately and slowly, still holding Sherlock’s gaze, he reached down and opened his zip. Sherlock’s eyes widened when John took his own erection in his hand and moaned.

He did not move as John started stroking himself, but the light returned to his eyes and John had the feeling that a current of electricity was sparking between them.

“Say my name. Please.” He was still gazing into Sherlock’s eyes.

“John.” A purr deep down in the other man’s chest.

John felt his eyes fall shut as a wave of pleasure ran through him at this sound.

“John.” The voice so close this time. John’s eyes snapped open again and Sherlock was standing right in front of him.

And then Sherlock was touching him.

Hesitantly at first, but when John groaned his name he grew bolder, interlaced their fingers and took over.

The fact that Sherlock was actually there, completely naked, stroking him, setting fire to every spot where their skin touched, was driving John crazy with lust.

“This feels amazing. Oh... Sher... close, I’m so close.”

“Yes, John, now. John.” Sherlock was moaning his name and that was all it took to tip him over the edge.

His knees gave in, but Sherlock held him close, whispering his name into his hair, over and over again.

They stood there for what seemed eternity, leaning against each other, until their breath fell into the same rhythm.

Finally John planted a kiss on Sherlock’s chest, right above his heart and lifted his eyes to smile at him.

“I am sorry, Sherlock. I should have seen.”

“Don’t be ridiculous. I didn’t want you to see.”

“We are both idiots.”

Sherlock raised his hand and trailed his finger over John’s lips.

“John, you touched me everywhere. Why did you never kiss me?”

“Because you kiss people you have feelings for. Not for scientific reasons. Or a case.”

“There was no case. There never was a case. I just wanted you to touch me. Surely you could see through that?”

“No, apparently I couldn’t. And you didn’t think of JUST ASKING ME? Bloody Hell. This whole exercise nearly killed me. Sometimes I couldn’t breathe because I wanted you so badly!”

And with that John pulled Sherlock’s head down and kissed him.

As much as Sherlock might have been a novice regarding blowjobs he certainly was not when it came to kissing.

What started tenderly and soft soon turned into something very heated involving a lot of tongue, and teeth now and then. After a few minutes John needed to pull back, because his knees were in danger of giving in again.

Sherlock’s fingers were digging into his skin.

“John, please let me... can I... you said you would not let me... when I wanted to reciprocate...”

Sherlock was blushing. And stammering. And now licking his lips. John’s knees actually gave in then.

“I know I have no experience. I would probably s...”

John burst out laughing, causing Sherlock to stare at him indignantly for a moment, before a grin forced its way out.

“I’m sorry. But I seriously hope you will suck on it. Not at it.”

They grinned at each other, then Sherlock’s gaze turned serious and hungry.

“You’ll let me?”

“Do you have any idea how difficult it was to refuse in the first place? I couldn’t stop thinking about it since then. So yes, of course I’ll let you.”

“Now?”

“Oh God, yes.”

Next chapter here!

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AN: Hey folks! We have a resolution! I hope you like it. :D
Before you start throwing rocks and insults at me because there is no blowjob in this one, let me reassure you. This is not the end. There will at least be one more chapter with... you know, Sherlock reciprocating!

Thanks to my wonderful beta Verity. Your comments made me keel over laughing. <3

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