SMUT

Knock, Knock.

Two knuckle taps at the door.

"John?" Sherlock called out as he tied his rode tightly around him. He has only thrown on a pair of tight black briefs and a pair of socks. He always wore socks in the winter, he had to.

He walked to the door and waited for an answer. The floor creaked as the person shifted back and forth for a moment before answering.

"Um… Yeah. Yeah Sherlock it's me." John said through the door and Sherlock breathed deeply.

Please don't punch me. I actually like you. Sherlock thought as he opened the door.

John's mouth dried as the door opened to reveal the pale man.

Skin. All he saw was skin. Porcelain skin, glowing and clean and he smelled something so distinct it had to just be the smell of the man. Cigarettes and something chemically and above it all was something chocolatey like cocoa butter.

Good lord… unfair. Please don't kick me out. I fucking adore you. John thought and stepped forward. Sherlock stepped aside and looked at the floor.

He felt so heavy. Nervous. So nervous. His heart was racing and he felt cold but sweaty, all clammy.

"I feel a bit overdressed." John said and smiled. He sensed Sherlocks anxiety so he tried to lighten the mood a bit. He looked around as he took off his coat and his shoes. Sherlock smiled and rubbed the back of his neck.

"I didn't know what to put on after I showered…" Sherlock mumbled out quietly. He hoped he hadn't done something wrong already. By the look of John's rosy cheeks and razor sharp gaze, he was guessing he didn't.

"You look… delicious. Absolutely ruinable." John said in a low grumbly voice as he stepped up to cup Sherlock's jaw and bring his head down so their lips could meet for the first time.

Sherlock melted and pressed his lips against John's.

So many things sfasted into his mind at once. Strawberry chapstick, warm, so warm, soft yet rough, so warm.

Sherlock opened his eyes when they pulled apart. John's cheeks were red and his hand had fallen down to touch Sherlock's elbow.

"Shirt off. Now." Sherlock breathed out as he looked down at John's sweater and button up. He needed to get under them. Down to his skin. Warm skin. Sherlock could almost imagine what the older man looked like underneath the layers. Stocky and muscular and tanned. Manly. Oh so manly.

John smiled and pulled his sweater up over his head. As soon as it was off Sherlock started to guide him to his bedroom.

John unbuttoned his flannel as Sherlock pulled him by the elbow to the other room. John was on the last one when he stopped and looked around the room.

Are those? Are those bullet holes? John wondered as he stared at the nearly two dozen black holes in the room that had spray paint around them. The rest of the room was so normal. Silk sheets and matching pillowcases, coats hanging from hooks on the back of the door, laundry basket in the corner, closed closet doors, a bookcase overflowing with books. But in the walls…

"I… I don't have one. I don't have one anymore." Sherlock mumbled when he noticed the air changing around John. The way his eyes widened and his mouth fell open and the slight uneasy tension in his shoulders.

It was embarrassing though. The scars from a bad time in his life that are still permanent in his walls. John turned and looked confusingly at him.

What in bloody hell happened here? John wondered and looked at the other man.

"I'm not a murderer, John. I don't have a gun. I won't hurt you…" Sherlock said and stepped closer and ran his hand from a collarbone down across his hairless slightly tan chest and lower across his stomach.

So strong. Smooth and warm and perfect. So perfect. Strong warm body. Sherlock thought as John sighed and looked up at him.

Please don't murder me, you're so hot. John thought and undid the last button and shrugged the flannel off. Sherlock pressed his closed lips back to John's and let his hands roam a bit.

Sherlock pulled back to breathe heavily and looked down at where John's hands were down at his sides. He smiled and ran kisses from the other's lips across his cheek to whisper in his ear.

"I thought you said ruinable." Sherlock whispered, pulled back to stare down at John in the most bratty way he could muster.

Something flashed in John's eyes. Something wild, sharp. Pure young hunger for a good rough shag.

John moved forward and unbuttoned his pants and let them fall open. He shoved the center of Sherlock's chest. The curly haired boy allowed himself to be shoved, sitting down on the edge of the bed.

"Ruinable." John said and straddled Sherlock on the bed, harshly pressing their lips together for a moment before pulling back.

"Destroyable." He said with a smirk as he kissed Sherlock again but this time prying his lips open. Sherlock easily let John lick in his mouth and tried his best to keep up with the older man's harsh fast pace. John pulled back, sucking on the younger's tongue and stared at the now panting boy.

Sherlock's mind was hazing out, all the thoughts quieting. He focused on the feeling of John's sturdy, dense weight on his lap, the sensation of John's burning hot tongue licking across his and around his teeth and cheeks, the way his lips were rough on his but the silkiness of his tongue contrasted. Sherlock couldn't even think of something witty or clever to say. He could only think of how it all felt.

He moved his hands to sit on the blonde's hips. There were miles of warm tan skin right in front of him and he couldn't even handle it all.

"Wreckable." John whispered against Sherlock's open lips as he untied the knot holding the silk robe closed. He ran his hands from Sherlock's skinny stomach, over the slight bumps of his ribcage, across his flat chest, to his shoulders. The brunette let the robe fall behind him, leaving him bare except for his socks and his briefs.

John looked down at his body. Something hung up in his chest. He gently ran his hands down Sherlock's torso again.

So thin… so pale… Flashed through John's mind as he looked at the nearly paper white colored skin and concave stomach and ribs that showed through the other's stomach.

John was staring. John was going to find his body unattractive and leave. John was going to… to think he was gross. Sherlock looked to the side and moved his arms to wrap around his middle.

John smiled at the cute shyness. He did make a mental note that if they decided to actually be together he'd remind Sherlock to eat more often. A little tummy pooch never hurt anyone.

"Loveable" He said had pulled Sherlock's arms away from his stomach and scooted so their chests were pressed together. He gently cradled the other's jaw with his hands and kissed him.

Slowly they melted together, John sitting down so all his weight was on Sherlock's lap and Sherlock finally letting himself relax and be kissed. Their tongues tangled together as Sherlock wrapped his arms around John and let his hands splay across the tan shoulders.

Sherlock pulled to get even closer but when John winced he let go and dropped his hands, pulling away from the kiss.

"I hur-" Sherlock tried to say but John shushed him.

"You didn't hurt me. I just have an old scar that's still tender. Come on, back to this." John said and went back to kissing. Sherlock kept his hands lower on John's back.

When John moved his hands up to tangle in Sherlock's hair, the younger in response shoved his hands under the waistbands of John's trousers and pants.

"Ravangable." John said as he pulled back and slid off the other's lap. He made quick work of kicking off his trousers, socks slipping off along with them. He stood in front of Sherlock in his tight red underwear.

Sherlock stared at him and clenched and unclenched his hands. John was… built. Strong arms, dense muscles covering his body, smooth chest yet fuzzy thighs, and a soft tan that covered him all but what looked like what would be covered by short shorts. Sherlock wanted to just… touch. He wanted to rip those stupid underwear off and touch and rub and sit on just everything. He wanted to touch and feel every muscle. He needed .

Without noticing his staring and scanning, Sherlock's mouth had opened a bit. John smirked and wiggled his hips and bit and watched the way Sherlock focused in on the motion.

"And very, very fuckable." John said Sherlock looked back up at his eyes. John smirked down at him and looked at the pillows. Sherlock got the message and backed up so his head was on the pillows.

John looked him up and down. Seeing him all stretched out was something else. Beautiful long legs, silky skin, and a mop of curly dark hair. He looked like a doll. Something made from porcelain or clay, molded by hand. A perfect art doll crafted by hand.

John crawled to sit on Sherlock's knees. Sherlock's eyes were fogged and his lips were parted and panting.

John ran his hands up and down Sherlock's thighs. His skin was cool, almost clammy under John's warm hands. The blonde reached forward and rubbed at the waist of the black underwear hugging the boney hips. There was a large noticeable bulge pushing the front of them up. He rubbed one hand over Sherlock's bulge while the other moved to hold himself up.

Sherlock pushed his hips into the bed, away from John's hand. John moved his hand back up to rest on his hip. He sat up and looked at Sherlock. He raised one eyebrow and cocked his head in question.

Why isn't he rubbing up into my hand? John wondered as he looked at Sherlock's uncomfortable face.

"Um… I don't really um I don't…" Sherlock stuttered and pulled away to sit up. John sat on his haunches and laid his hands in his lap.

"You don't want to?" John asked in the most non judgemental way he could manage. Sherlock's head whipped up to look at John.

"No! No I do! I wanna do it really, really badly!" Sherlock explained and shook his hands around in front of him. John smiled and giggled a little bit. His cock was still pressing against his red underwear and he kept moving his hips trying to make himself a bit comfortable.

"What's wrong then? Am I being too dominant? You can shove me down too if you'd like." John offered with a smile. Sherlock looked into his eyes.

Pretty eyes. Kind eyes. Tell the truth and let him have you. Sherlock thought before swallowing and looking down at his feet that sat in front of John.

Sherlock looked down and then back up.

"I don't like being touched on my front. I just… I don't like touching it." Sherlock said. Anxiety started to pinch in his chest. Should he have just said he was a bottom? But John seemed like a generous lover and would have given him a reach around or something.

John nodded and looked over at the bedside drawers. Plain dark wood with a lamp and a file folder on top. Maybe it's a gender thing or something. Skirts, no dick… touching. Whatever. Too good of a guy… and ass… to leave plus why would I care. I'll just… make it up in other ways.

"Well Sherlock, what do you want to do? I'm good with anything. If you wanna do something or cuddle or watch a movie and eat take out, that'd all be… nice." John said and moved so he was sitting criss-cross. The position change made the fabric that covered his crotch looser, which was appreciated even when his erection was starting to flag.

Sherlock took a big breath and pushed himself forward so he was on his hands and knees, facing John.

"I'd rather you let me see what's going to be pounding me through the bed." He said in a low tone. His eyes shone through the curls hovering over his forehead. John looked down at him and smiled.

"Go right ahead, doll." John said and leaned back so his arms were straight beside him and behind him, holding himself up by his palms.

Sherlock looked at him for a moment, his eyes losing focus for a second and his lips falling open a bit. John watched as sherlocks back dipped and arched.

"You like being called that don't you?" John whispered and watched as sherlocks big pale hands moved closer to John's hips Sherlock brought himself closer to John and moved to straddle John's knees.

"Yes." Sherlock said and pressed his lips against John's. He opened his mouth and licked the seam of John's. But the shorter man pulled back to kiss and whisper across sherlocks neck.

"Yeah, I could tell. You like being called doll. What about princess? Hmm?" John questioned as he sucked on the side of sherlocks pale neck. He wanted a bloom of purple to be there. Sherlock wore scarves anyway.

The younger moaned and lifted his hands like he wanted to grab John's shoulders.

"Yes. Yeah I like. I like that." Sherlock whimpered and quickly shoved his hands down John's pants. He used one to pull the offending fabric away and the other to grasp his base.

John bucked up and groaned, pulling his head up to kiss sherlocks lips.

Sherlock opened his mouth and savored the way John's movements became scattered. Needy almost.

John picked around his mouth and thrusted up into his hand.

"Fuck Sherl…. Lemme take em off." John said into sherlocks mouth. Sherlock looked down and saw that John's thighs were trying to spread but the underwear was blocking the way.

"How much do you like these underwear?" Sherlock asked as he looked down at the red fabric. Absolutely hideous. He loved it though because it was so John .

John panted, Sherlock still holding him.

John looked confused for a moment.

"I don't know. I wear the same kin- Oh!" John shouted as Sherlock grabbed the side of John's underwear and ripped them. Sherlock smiled and pushed the red fabric down. His cock throbbed where it was still trapped in his black underwear.

"You're feisty, princess. It's cute." John whispered and shoved his useless underwear down so he could kick them off.

"Sherlock leaned forward and sucked John's tongue into his mouth for a moment before revenging John's mouth.

He slide his hand up John's thigh as his other stroked up and down John's cock. Sherlock felt an odd sensation of deja vu as he stroked John. He pulled back and looked down.

He could help but giggle a bit as he looked at John's dick.

John felt panic start in his chest as he heard soft giggle emanate from the brunette.

"What? Is there something wrong?" He questioned and tried not to sound too self conscious. Sherlock looked up, smiling.

"I like your dick John. Lemme show you mine." Sherlock said and waggled John's cock a bit. John let out the deep breath that he'd been holding in.

Sherlock was gonna show him his dick. Naked Sherlock …

John however was incredibly confused when Sherlock bent backwards and opened his bedside. He pulled out a bottle of lube, a condom and something he hid behind his back. He tossed the lube and condom at John and sat up with one arm behind his back.

"I thought…?" John said and trailed off, he stared at sherlocks smiling face.

'What an odd man. Never know what he's going to do…' John thought. There was something annoying about it but yet so… compelling. Like he wouldn't trade anything for the world for the oddity of sherlocks moods or behaviors.

"I said I'd show you mine. You have your dick. Well I do too." Sherlock said and giggled as he held out a blue swirl patterned silicone dildo that looked almost identical to John's own prick.

John looked at it in confusion before breaking out laughing. Sherlock laughed too and the dildo woggled around in his hand.

"It's the same one! Alien twin!" Sherlock laughed and put the dildo next to John's prick. It was softer than John but yes, it was just about identical length and girth. Though John's had a more prominent vein and crown but it was close enough.

John's laugher boiled down to giggles and he took a hold of the faux cock.

He looked at it for a moment before looking a Sherlock with a dark gaze.

"Is this what you do? You don't do relationships, you come here and do yourself over on a blue alien prick?" John asked and stared into sherlocks eyes.

Sherlock blushed and looked to the side.

"Yeah… i won't ask if it's weird. You're the one naked in my bed. You signed up for weird, John Watson." Sherlock said and shyly smiled but kept his eyes at a certain spot on the floor.

"I did indeed. I think I'd like to see you screw your self over one day though. But for now…" John said and pushed Sherlock onto his back on the bed and pulled his legs up and got between his thighs.

"I'd like to show you the real thing." John said as he threw sherlocks long lanky legs over his shoulders. He reached back and grabbed the condom and small tube of lube.

"You don't need to do much. I got a bit carried away in the bath." Sherlock whispered as he watched John kiss from his ankle to his knee. It felt amazing, like sparks each time John's lips made contact.

John smiled and sucked on the inside of sherlocks knee.

"Next time I'll do it for you. Id take my time and lay you out." John said and pulled the black fabric of sherlocks pants up along his legs, uncovering his cock.

John was almost surprised. Sherlock was… kinda hung. At least nine inches, not exactly thin but not thick, and such a pretty pink color. Not like John's own desperate red.

'Like that pink quarts that girl gave me' John thought as he spread Sherlock's legs around his hips now.

"Maybe eat you out a little bit." John whispered as he squeezed lube onto two of his fingers. He ran them around sherlocks hole as he moaned.

"Yeah. Yeah that would be good." Sherlock stuttered out. Finally the confident and brilliant mask was falling away from him. He moaned and grabbed at the sheet below him. John leaned down to kiss around sherlocks neck, causing the younger to moan and tense. John continued to circle his fingers.

"Yeah I know Princess. I know it would be good. I know you'd be so loud." John whispered. He pushed in two of his fingers and sucked on one of Sherlock's small pink nipples at the same time.

Sherlock cried out and bucked. He shoved his hands into John's short blonde hair.

John took it as a good sign and continued to suck and lick at sherlocks nipple.

"Oh John~" Sherlock moaned out between gasps and ragged breaths.

'He's gonna be the death of me' they thought at the same time.

Sherlock because John pushed his fingers right into his spot. The spot that made him throb, made him feel electric.

And John because… good lord he could have cum. The way sherlocks usually deep voice pitched up all high, the way his thighs shook, the way his hole clenched up, the way he everythinged.

Sherlock was getting fed up of waiting. No more waiting. It was time for action.

"God damnit!" Sherlock shouted and in an instant John was on his back and Sherlock was reaching behind himself.

"Desperate now Princess?" John asked breathlessly as he grabbed sherlocks hips.

Sherlock smiled and grapes John's cock. The tip kissed his hole for a moment before he slowly sank down.

Oh it's good. Sherlock though. So good. So usual but yet so much better. Thick and solid and warm and just perfect.

Sherlocks breathes turn ragged and more gasping as each inch slid in.

His brain felt so quite. All he could think about was how wonderful it felt to feel John's skin. The tickling from the hairs on John's thighs just added to the sensations.

Sherlock felt so light. So quiet and light and free. So free from his own mind.

So warm. It was all so warm.

So thick and warm and wonderful.

"Princess? Sherlock? Sherlock. Are you alright?" John said as he rubbed his thumbs deeper and deeper into sherlocks milky skin. The younger man was panting and whining and looked so out of it.

"I love you." Sherlock said as he looked down. His eyes were teary and sparkling. So beautiful. His pupils were blown wide and he looked so dazed.

John stared up at him.

'Do not say it back. You've known him for like a week-'

"God, you're gorgeous." Is all John could think to say in that moment.

Sherlock was tight and warm and so wet. So slick inside he must've filled himself with lube. His hair was an ungodly mess and his skin, oh his skin. Purple blooming from where John had sucked. His nipples, puffy and pink, looked like art on his flat chest.

Sherlocks hands rested on John's chest. They curled, bitten nailed scratched down his pecs.

"More. Please more." Sherlock whispered and looked back up to the ceiling.

John swallowed. He'd never met a man so… peculiar yet so fucking fuckable .

John lifted his knees so his feet where flat on the bed and rubbed up sherlocks sides once before grabbing roughly onto his hips.

"I'll give you more than enough, Princess."

To say the least, John decided to pack his things and move into 221b Baker Street.