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For now, this is gonna be my Johnlock blog. Meaning most of it will probably be my Omegle logs and other random Johnlock things I find fun. Also probably some MorMor 'cause I do Omegle that sometimes. Enjoy and feel free to ask me shit.

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Unilock where John discovers Sherlock’s love of dancing and proceeds to take him to a club one night, and at first he just sits at the bar, watching with a fond smile on his face as Sherlock dances his precious heart out.

But then other people start trying to dance with Sherlock, putting their hands on his hips and on his chest and touching his face, fingers roaming and lips far too close to his skin, and John can feel the anger and the jealousy boiling up inside of him, and before he even knows what he’s doing he’s storming onto the dance floor and gripping Sherlock’s hips and pulling him back against himself, Sherlock’s back to his chest, a thrill going through him at the sound of Sherlock’s startled gasp.  

He glares at everyone else who tries to approach, and he begins moving his hips in time with Sherlock’s who in turn starts grinding his arse back against John’s crotch, and John presses his forehead to Sherlock’s back, his hands slipping around to Sherlock’s front, over his sweat-damp shirt, up his abdomen, his chest, until he can rub Sherlock’s nipples, and Sherlock arches and makes a sort of choked sound, and John, his jeans becoming uncomfortably tight, pinches those nipples and bites at Sherlock’s shoulder, and Sherlock shudders and moans.

John doesn’t even care at this point that he’s basically giving everyone a free show here because he’s so fucking turned on by the way Sherlock is grinding into him.  After a few minutes he can’t take it anymore, and he spins Sherlock around, Sherlock whose eyes are hooded and dark with desire and whose cheeks are flushed from exertion and arousal.  

John grips those hips again and pulls him in close, leaning in to close his mouth over one of those sensitive nipples through the t-shirt, and he can taste the salt of Sherlock’s sweat on his tongue, and Sherlock’s head falls back, his mouth parting around a whine as one of his large hands finds the back of John’s head, holding him there, silently begging for more. And John switches to the other nipple, licking, sucking, nipping at it until Sherlock is trying to grind against his leg, and then he slips one hand down and palms Sherlock’s cock through his jeans, and it barely takes a minute before Sherlock is coming in his pants in the middle of a crowded club. Not long after, he drags John to the loo and sucks him off in one of the stalls.

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Just imagine like a year or two into their relationship, John and Sherlock come stumbling in the front door, high on adrenaline and giggling, and John presses Sherlock back into the wall, kissing him breathlessly through their laughter and eventually pulling away and saying “You’re going to marry me,” and Sherlock quirking an eyebrow, all cocky, and saying “Oh really? Who says?” And John just grinning and stepping back some and gesturing to the door, saying “The man at the door” and there’s a knock and Sherlock just stares at him for a second before he opens it and there’s Angelo with a huge grin and a small ring box held out in his hand, and he says “John texted me, said you’d be needing this.”

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Mormor Letters

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Stranger: Jim, Sorry I didn't write sooner, things have been pretty busy getting adjusted to life over seas. I hope you're not still pissed off at me for leaving, this was something I had to do. Besides, I know you, you'll have me replaced before I get back. Hell, you'll probably forget all about me by then. I do miss you, you selfish brat. I do hope you'll write, even if it is just to tell me to fuck off. Your friend, Private Sebastian Moran.

Stranger: Jim, Well, hey that was more than I was expecting to be honest... I knew the name would provoke you, it's the only reason I did it. Sebastian

You: Sebastian, I thought I told you to fuck off. You never did listen well, did you? If you must know, I'm still extremely irritated with you. I have tried to force you out of my head, but you won't leave, so I'm going to punch you the next time I see you. Maybe more than once. I haven't decided yet. Jim

Stranger: Jim, You're still replying. So you mustn't want me to fuck off too much. Yeah, I'm sure I deserve it. Actually I know I deserve it.  I do miss you, Jim. I just want you to know that. Seb

You: Sebastian, Yes, you said that already. That you miss me, I mean. You're welcome to stop saying it now. And you do deserve it. You deserve more than a few punches. I don't know why I'm still responding. Perhaps I'm more fucked up than you are. Jim P.S. I'm not a selfish brat. P.P.S. Okay, maybe I'm selfish. P.P.P.S. But I'm not a brat. P.P.P.P.S. Shut up.

Stranger: Jim, Yeah, well I thought you should know.... You are my best mate. I don't like that you're pissed at me. Feel free to give me as many punches as you feel I deserve.  Yeah you are a selfish brat.  Seb

You: Sebastian, What part of shut up did you not understand? Idiot. You'll have to just get over the fact that I'm pissed at you. Because I am. And I will be for a very long time. You weren't supposed to leave. Not without me. I had plans, you know. You ruined them. Jim

Stranger: Jim, It's not that I'm not going to be back, Jim. You're plans can just be on pause for a bit. Yeah, I'm sure I'll get over it. Don't worry, Jim, I'll live with you being pissed. But as long as you keep writing, I'll live. Seb

You: Sebastian, Don't be melodramatic, it's not a good look on you. As if you would just keel over if I stopped writing. Ridiculous. And I don't put my plans on /pause/. Ugh. Like you said, I'll just have to find a replacement, right? Jim

Stranger: Jim, Yeah, I told you that you would find a replacement. Bet they won't be as good as me though. I was kidding, Jim. Seb

You: Seb, Yeah, well, I /can't/ find a replacement. I've been trying. It's impossible, and it makes me hate you even more. It's rude, rude, rude! I was fine by myself before, you know! I was, I was /fine/. And then you had to come along and ruin it, and now you've /left/, and I don't know who to talk to. Jim P.S. Shut up, shut up, just shut up.

Stranger: Jim, Look, I didn't exactly ask to be in your life, it just sort of happened for both of us. And you knew I was going to leave, Jim, I always wanted to join the army, and follow in my grandfather's footsteps. And you can still talk to me. Seb

You: Sebastian, Oh, so this is /my/ fault, is it? I never asked for your help, you know. You just decided to step in that day. Why am I even talking to you? My hands are shaking so badly I can barely write. Just leave me alone. Jim

Stranger: Jim, I never said it was your fault. It's not either of our faults, it's fucking Power's fault for being a dick. Good thing he's fucking dead.  If you really want me to leave you alone, I'll stop writing... Seb

You: Sebastian, You should have just left it alone. I took care of him eventually, didn't I? Yes. And now you're gone, so it was all just pointless, you helping and then being exactly what I needed. Pointless. Jim P.S. If you stop writing I swear on my Da's grave that I will come find you, wherever you are, and stab you in the eye.

Stranger: Jim, Alright, alright. I'll keep writing. You just keep giving me mixed messages, Jim. I'm just trying to give you what you want. I'm sorry, I really am. I didn't mean to hurt you. But I will come back, I promise. Seb

You: Seb, Well, it's confusing to me, too! I'm so fucking angry at you, Sebastian, but if you stop writing I think I'll go mad. I couldn't breathe the other day because I was expecting your next letter, you're predictable, I know when they're coming, but it didn't come until two days later. See what you've done to me? It's ridiculous, I hate it, I'm /weak/. Jim

Stranger: Jim, You're not weak. You're anything but weak.  Don't worry, I won't stop writing. I couldn't not write anyway. I look forward to your letters. Seriously, Jim, they make my day when they come.  Seb

You: Seb, No matter how many times I tell you to fuck off, you better not fucking fuck off. If you die, I'll follow you to Hell and drag you back up here just so I can kill you again myself. Brutally. Cruelly. Painfully. Jim

Stranger: Jim, Noted. I don't intend on dying anytime soon. I assure you. I promise you, I'll come back to continue with your plan. Okay? Seb

You: Seb, Do you promise? Jim

Stranger: Jim, Cross my heart. I promise.  Seb

You: Seb, If I say I miss you, you're not allowed to make a joke about it. Jim

Stranger: Jim, I already told you I miss you. Why would I tease you? Seb

You: Seb, Because you're an arse that way. And because it's not something people expect me to say. To anyone. Ever. Jim P.S. I miss you.

Stranger: Jim, Yeah, well you're a prick. So we are a match. Seb P.S. I miss you a stupid amount.

Stranger: ((be right back))

You: Bastian, I'm your favourite prick. What exactly does a 'stupid amount' mean? Jim P.S. I got tired of addressing you the same way every time.

You: ((alrighty))

Stranger: Jim, Of course you're my favorite prick. A stupid amount is more than I ever expected to miss you. Seb

You: Bastian, Oh, you expected not to miss me at all, hmm? How rude. Jim

Stranger: Jim, It's not that I never expected to miss you. Just not this bloody much. Jesus, it feels like I'm missing something. Seb

You: Sebby, You are missing something, you moron. Me, remember? Jim P.S. I always knew how much I'd miss you. I don't know if that makes it better or worse.

Stranger: Jim, I mean physically. Like I'm missing an arm or something. I know it's you though. Did you? Seb

You: Sebby, Oh. Yes, I believe I know the feeling. And of course I did. Weren't you listening earlier when I said you ended up being exactly what I needed? And then you told me you were leaving, and I knew I would hate it more than I've ever hated anything in my life. Jim

Stranger: Jimmy, I always listen, to everything you say. Still have all your bloody letters too. Jesus, I didn't think leaving a friend behind would hurt this much.  Seb

You: Sebby, You're keeping my letters? But they're so short. And most of them are mean. Because I'm still mad at you. Jim P.S. Okay, maybe I'm keeping yours, too.

Stranger: Jimmy, Yeah, I'm keeping your stupid letters, you selfish prick, because I fucking miss you. I can read them in your stupid voice, sometimes it makes me miss you less. Seb PS Fuck, this letter makes it sound like we're fucking dating.

You: Sebby, You keep calling me a selfish prick, but /you're/ the one who ran off for your own purposes with no thought to me, remember? Your letters just make me miss you more. Jim P.S. Maybe we would be if you hadn't left. Now we'll never know, will we?

Stranger: Jim, Are you serious? Seb

Stranger: ((Just checking that you're there, my internet is being a butt))

You: ((Yep, still here!))

You: Seb, What if I was? Jim

Stranger: ((No..... Did I lose you?))

Stranger has disconnected.

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Johnlock ANGST

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Stranger: (John and Mary are leaving for their honeymoon) Wanted to say goodbye. -SH

You: Be back before you know it. JW

Stranger: Yeah, to your house. -SH

You: Yeah, well, that is where we live, so. JW

Stranger: Yeah. -SH

You: Hey, come on, I've lived there for the past seven months, you know. JW

Stranger: And it's not right. -SH

You: Sherlock, don't start this again. JW

Stranger: Fine. -SH

Stranger: I'm leaving. -SH

You: What do you mean, leaving? JW

You: You mean like a vacation? JW

Stranger: Permanent. -SH

You: [Delayed] Oh. JW

You: You love London. JW

Stranger: Not anymore. -SH

You: Sherlock, you live and breathe for London. I thought you hated being away those two years. Why would you want to leave again? JW

Stranger: No reason to stay. -SH

You: Of course there are. This is where the work is. JW

Stranger: Work is everywhere. -SH

You: This is where your friends are. Where your family is. JW

Stranger: All moved on. -SH

You: Sherlock, just because I'm married now doesn't mean we aren't friends anymore. JW

You: Doesn't mean I won't come on cases with you. JW

Stranger: You left. -SH

You: You left first! JW

You: Look, I'm sorry, I just...you can't act like I'm the one that changed everything. JW

Stranger: -no reply-

You: Sherlock, come on. JW

You: Ignoring me isn't going to solve anything. JW

Stranger: Well it seems everything that has happened is my fault. -SH

Stranger: Including you leaving. -SH

You: Sherlock I got engaged. I got married. You can't have expected me to keep living at Baker Street. JW

You: I mean, I wasn't even living there when you got back. I left a few weeks after you "died" because I couldn't handle it. JW

Stranger: So my fault. -SH

You: I'm not /blaming/ you. I know why you did it now. I understand. I just...did you really want me to sit around for two years, waiting for you to come back? JW

Stranger: I wanted to come home to you. Not an empty flat. -SH

Stranger: Forget it. -SH

You: Yeah, well, I wanted you to not be dead for two years. JW

Stranger: Forget I said anything. -SH

You: No, look, it's not...it's not your /fault/. JW

Stranger: I said drop it. -SH

You: I don't want to drop it. JW

Stranger: Well I am. -SH

You: Are you seriously leaving London? JW

Stranger: Yes. -SH

You: Just because I'm married? JW

Stranger: That amongst a number of things. -SH

You: Is there anything I can do to change your mind? JW

Stranger: Not anymore. -SH

You: When did I lose the ability to make you stay? JW

Stranger: When you said I do. -SH

You: [Delayed] Sherlock. If you had said something before. I dunno maybe if /I/ had said something before. Before all of this, before you died...maybe things would've been different. JW

Stranger: Well it isn't. -SH

You: So you just want to throw it all away then? That's how you're planning to deal with this? JW

Stranger: What else am I supposed to do. -SH

You: Stay here. Do what you do best. Be my best friend. JW

Stranger: -no reply-

You: Please, Sherlock. JW

Stranger: Alone. -SH

You: What? JW

Stranger: I'll be alone. -SH

You: No, you'll be alone if you faff off to god only knows where. JW

Stranger: It's better than watching you leave every damn day. -SH

You: [Delayed] What do you expect me to do then? I can't fix it, Sherlock. JW

Stranger: No, you can't. -SH

You: When are you planning on leaving? JW

Stranger: Now. -SH

You: Now. As in today? JW

Stranger: As in right now. -SH

You: So I'm going to get on this plane, go on my honeymoon, and when I come back you'll just be gone. JW

Stranger: Simple and easy. -SH

You: Not fucking simple and easy. JW

Stranger: For you it will be, you won't even know I'm gone. -SH

You: You know what, fuck you. That's so goddamn unfair, Sherlock, and you know it. JW

Stranger: You at least have someone to go home to. -SH

Stranger: What do I have? -SH

You: Oh, right, so I won't care that I don't have you anymore, is that it? Do you really think that little of me? JW

Stranger: You'll miss me a bit before you go on in your perfect life. -SH

You: My life is not fucking perfect, Sherlock. JW

You: It's not even close. JW

Stranger: You have your wife, your house, your family. -SH

Stranger: Your job. -SH

You: [Delayed] But I don't have you, do I? JW

Stranger: What do you need me for, to run out on cases with? -SH

Stranger: Is that it? -SH

Stranger: Run out on cases with and rant about your wife to before you run home to her? To just be a nice little ornament to go visit once in a while? -SH

You: No, that's not it. JW

You: Stop making me out to be the villain. JW

You: Sherlock, if I had known, before the wedding, if I had known how you felt...I never would've gotten married. But I didn't /know/. I didn't see it until the reception. JW

You: So just...can you cut me a little slack here? JW

Stranger: I can cut you a whole lot of slack. -SH

You: What is that supposed to mean? JW

Stranger: I can leave. -SH

You: Yep, that'll do it. That'll stop me being in love with you. Well done, all worked out now. JW

Stranger: Well it's too late to do anything more about it. -SH

You: So just foregoing our friendship is the solution. Great. Just "bye, have a nice life, maybe I'll send you a Christmas card." Is that it? JW

Stranger: Well what the hell am I supposed to do? Sit here and watch you move on? -SH

Stranger: It's eating me alive seeing you with her John, knowing you're on that damn plane. -SH

You: Yeah, well, I'm not on the goddamn plane. JW

Stranger: Well you will be. -SH

You: No, I won't be because I'm not letting you leave without seeing you. JW

Stranger: Why. -SH

You: Don't ask stupid questions. JW

Stranger: WHY. -SH

You: Because I /love/ you, and I can't leave things this way! JW

Stranger: Well you're married. -SH

You: So that means I can't say goodbye? JW

Stranger: No. -SH

You: Why not? JW

Stranger: Goodbye implies we would never see each other again. -SH

You: How can I be sure we will? JW

Stranger: Well eventually one of us will be sick. -SH

You: What? JW

Stranger: If you had to go to a hospital I would show up. Or a birthday. I can't keep returning for every little thing because it alreadys hurts to even be touching anything in this city at all. -SH

Stranger: *already

You: Oh good, so I'll just get to see you when I'm high on morphine. Great. That's wonderful. JW

You: Where are you even planning on going? JW

Stranger: Somewhere far. -SH

You: You're not going to tell me? JW

Stranger: No. -SH

You: That's hardly fair. JW

Stranger: Well I'll probably keep moving. -SH

You: You're not leaving until I've seen you. JW

Stranger: Go on your stupid sex holiday. -SH

You: No. JW

Stranger: You're going anyway why not go now. -SH

You: Because I want to see you. JW

Stranger: To say what. -SH

You: [Delayed] I don't know. Something. Anything. JW

Stranger: To try and get me to stay. -SH

You: No, I...promise I won't do that. If you want to go...then you can go. JW

Stranger: Then what did you plan on saying. -SH

You: I just need to see you. JW

Stranger: Why. -SH

You: Because I don't want the last time I saw you before you left to be when you looked at me with that heartbroken face at my goddamn wedding. JW

Stranger: Well it would be the same damn expression now. -SH

You: [Delayed] Fine. Just go. JW

Stranger: -no reply-

You: I'll be sure to send you a postcard if I come down with pneumonia so you can be sure to sodding visit. JW

Stranger: -No reply-

Stranger: -a couple of months later- New Zealand is nice, you should see it. -SH

You: Well, you certainly went far away. JW

Stranger: Yeah. -SH

You: Didn't expect to hear from you. JW

Stranger: I'll leave you alone then. -SH

Stranger: Thought I would see how you were doing is all. -SH

You: Fine, I guess. You? JW

Stranger: Not important. -SH

You: Answer the damn question. JW

Stranger: Good to hear you're doing so well. -SH

Stranger: What about your family. -SH

You: You really want to discuss Mary? JW

Stranger: I asked how the /family/ was going. -SH

You: I don't have a /family/, I have a wife. JW

Stranger: I see. -SH

You: So when you ask about my family, you're asking about Mary, and I really don't want to discuss it, all right? JW

Stranger: Fine. -SH

You: What have you been doing? JW

Stranger: Travelling. -SH

Stranger: *Traveling.

You: Yeah, I gathered that much for myself. JW

Stranger: Rewiring. -SH

You: What does that mean? JW

Stranger: Myself. -SH

Stranger: I'm rewiring myself. -SH

You: I'm still not sure what that means. JW

Stranger: Erasing emotions. All of them. -SH

You: [Delayed] Why would you do that? JW

Stranger: Better than suffering. -SH

You: Please come home. JW

Stranger: Why? -SH

You: Because I miss you. JW

Stranger: -severely delayed- Fine. -SH

You: What, really? JW

Stranger: Yeah. -SH

You: Why? I mean, what changed your mind? JW

Stranger: I'll be visiting. -SH

You: Yeah, but just 'cause I asked? JW

Stranger: Fine then I'll stay here. -SH

You: No, don't be like that, I'm just trying to figure out what changed. JW

You: You wouldn't even let me say goodbye to you a few months ago, and now just 'cause I say please you're coming back for a chat? JW

Stranger: Who said it would be a chat. -SH

You: Then what will it be? JW

Stranger: Short. -SH

You: How short? JW

Stranger: A couple of hours. -SH

You: And what will we do in this couple of hours if not chat? JW

Stranger: Talk like we're aquaintances. -SH

You: [Delayed] So basically you're saying we're not actually friends anymore. JW

Stranger: No. I'm just telling you the truth. -SH

You: You're going to come here all the way from New Zealand for us to "talk like we're aquaintances" for /two hours/? JW

Stranger: It's all I can do. -SH

You: Why? JW

Stranger: Because of you. -SH

You: So you haven't deleted all emotions yet then? JW

Stranger: Working progress. -SH

You: Do you really think you can? JW

Stranger: I'll try until I'm dead. -SH

You: I'd rather you didn't. JW

Stranger: it would be better that way. -SH

You: You think it would be better to be emotionless? JW

Stranger: I wouldn't get hurt. -SH

You: You'd forget you ever cared about me. JW

Stranger: I wouldn't forget. -SH

Stranger: I would just confirm what everyone thought all along. -SH

You: No one who really knows you actually thinks you're a sociopath. JW

Stranger: No, they think I'm a machine. -SH

You: You're not a machine. JW

Stranger: Or a freak. -SH

Stranger: I'll be a machine. -SH

You: And you aren't a freak. JW

You: And I don't want you to be a machine. That's no way to live. JW

Stranger: Well neither is this. -SH

You: You'd have no reason to come back. JW

Stranger: You'd still be important to me John. -SH

Stranger: Then I could come back and not feel anything. -SH

You: Then you wouldn't be you anymore. JW

Stranger: Caring makes me weak. -SH

You: That's bullshit. JW

Stranger: Well it brings more pain than good. -SH

Stranger: And I'm tired of hurting. -SH

Stranger: I'm tired of everything. -SH

You: So am I. JW

You: But it doesn't mean I'm going to just erase myself. JW

Stranger: Because you have Mary. -SH

Stranger: You have someone John. -SH

You: You seem to be under the impression that I'm happy, that everything's okay for me because of Mary. JW

Stranger: Well she is your wife. -SH

You: Yeah, she is, and I'm miserable. JW

Stranger: Why. -SH

You: Because my life is boring. It's /ordinary/. I get up, I go to work, I come home, and we have dinner. That's it, that's my every day. Unless I meet Greg for pints. JW

Stranger: The inhumanity. -SH

Stranger: That is what married life is. -SH

You: Yeah, well it's shit, all right? JW

Stranger: Yet you love her. -SH

You: -no reply-

Stranger: If you didn't love her you would have left her. There would be no reason to remain married to such a droll person. -SH

You: Maybe I just don't want to go back to being alone. JW

Stranger: I doubt you would want me there. -SH

You: Of course I want you here. JW

Stranger: Why. -SH

You: Because you bring the colour back into life. JW

Stranger: So I just make it interesting. -SH

You: No, you moron. You bring /me/ to life. Christ. JW

Stranger: So let's say for the hell of it that I did come back. What would happen. -SH

You: [Delayed] I'd come back too. JW

Stranger: -delayed- To Baker Street? -SH

You: Yeah. JW

Stranger: Would you try to find another girl? -SH

You: No, you sod. JW

Stranger: -no reply-

You: What are you thinking? JW

Stranger: How much I still want to kiss you. -SH

You: Is that a yes? JW

Stranger: If you come kiss me it could be... -SH

You: I will when you come home. JW

Stranger: Okay. -SH

You: You will? JW

Stranger: Yes. -SH

You: When? JW

Stranger: Today. -SH

Stranger: Leaving today. -SH

You: God, thank you. JW

Stranger: See you soon John. -SH

You: I love you, you know. Am I allowed to say that right now? JW

Stranger: I love you too. -SH

Stranger has disconnected.

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Johnlock sexy times

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Stranger: John. SH John. Wake up. SH For God's sake, John! Wake up! SH

You: Hmm? WHat? JW

Stranger: Finally! SH

Stranger: I had a dream. SH

You: It better be a damn good one for you to sodding wake me up. JW

Stranger: It was about /us/. SH

You: What about us? JW

Stranger: No. Not us. /Us/. We were an... /us/. SH

You: Are you trying to tell me you had a sex dream about me? JW

Stranger: [delay] Perhaps. SH

Stranger: But it wasn't simply a 'sex dream'. SH

You: Well, what was it then? JW

Stranger: It was more then that. I was implicitly aware during the dream that we were... together. SH

You: You mean like a couple? JW

Stranger: Yes. SH

Stranger: I don't understand. SH

You: What don't you understand? JW

Stranger: Why did I have it?? SH

You: I dunno, Sherlock, these things just...happen sometimes. JW

Stranger: Not to me. SH

You: Well, why do /you/ think you had it? JW

Stranger: I don't KNOW. SH

Stranger: I'll admit I'm aware of a certain attraction to you. SH

You: [Delayed] Would it make you feel better if I said I'd had them before? JW

Stranger: Sex dreams? Yes, I can imagine. I was lead to believe they're common for most. SH

You: No, you idiot, I mean about you. JW

Stranger: [delay] Me? SH

You: Yes, I've had dreams like that about you. JW

Stranger: Oh. I see. SH

You: Quite a few, in fact. JW

Stranger: A... few? SH

Stranger: Oh. That's... Oh. SH

You: Should I not have told you that? JW

Stranger: No. It's fine. SH

Stranger: More than fine. SH

You: Right. Well. It's nothing you need to worry about. JW

Stranger: Do you... believe you might have some kind of attraction? SH

You: No, I /know/ I have some kind of attraction. JW

Stranger: [delay] For me? SH

You: Yes, you sod. JW

Stranger: But you're not gay. SH

You: Yeah, well, that doesn't make me straight. JW

Stranger: [delay] I see. SH

You: So. What do you propose we do about this? JW

Stranger: I don't know. I admit I'm not entirely... an expert on these matters. SH

You: We don't have to do anything about it, you know. JW

You: If you don't want to. JW

Stranger: Well... if were to do 'something' about it? What would that be... exactly? SH

Stranger: we*

You: Well, for starters I could come downstairs and kiss you. JW

Stranger: Oh. SH

Stranger: Would you like to kiss me? SH

You: No, I just think it'd be a fun experiment. JW

You: Of course I want to kiss you, you idiot. JW

Stranger: That could be something I'd be interested in. SH

Stranger: Very interested. SH

You: So you want me to come down there? JW

Stranger: Immediately. SH

You: Impatient, aren't you? :) JW

Stranger: For you, yes. SH

Stranger: Stop it with those bloody emoticons. SH

You: <3 JW

Stranger: I've changed my mind, stay where you are. SH

You: Oh, come on, just 'cause of the emoticons?! JW

Stranger: Because I'm outside your door idiot. Let me in. SH

You: Oh. It's open, idiot, come in. JW

Stranger: (Switch to paras? :) )

You: ((Sure thing.))

Stranger: Sherlock smirked at the text and clicked it away, sliding his phone into the pocket of his robe. The smile slipped from his lips as his pulse quickened, tugging blue silk more firmly around himself. Setting his features into a mask of collected calm, Sherlock eased open the door and padded into the dark room.

You: John grinned down at his phone before setting it aside and leaning back against his pillows once more and looking expectantly at the door. It creaked open after a few seconds, and Sherlock came in, shutting it behind him again. John smiled, reaching over to click on the bedside lamp so he could see the other. "Hi there," he said warmly. "Going to come in any further or are you planning on lingering by the door all night?"

Stranger: Sherlock stared at John for a long moment as the warm light of the lamp cast a golden glow across his sleepy features and ruffled hair, his gaze lingering for a moment on the jut of a collarbone where his t-shirt had ridden down. Scrunching his nose up, he mock-scowled at John's comment and only paused for a second before sloping forward to perch at the foot of the bed. Glancing away, Sherlock twisted his fingers absentmindedly in the rumpled sheets, willing the erratic thud of his heart to settle.

You: John bit his lip to keep from grinning too much at the way Sherlock wrinkled his nose, an expression he'd always found adorable. He sat up straighter and scooted forward some as Sherlock sank down at the foot of the bed. He tilted his head some, taking in Sherlock's anxious fingers and the tense set of his shoulders. "Hey," he said softly, shifting up onto his knees beside the other. He reached out, wrapping a hand gently around Sherlock's upper arm, rubbing his thumb over the silk of his robe even as he drew him closer. "You don't need to be nervous," he murmured, and he nudged his nose against Sherlock's, not quite kissing him yet. "It's just me."

Stranger: Sherlock blinked at John, eyes wide as they refocused on the other man's blue gaze, impossibly close. So close, Sherlock could count each and every eyelash, see the tiniest fleck of sleep grit clinging to one and he itched to brush it away. Could see the faint sheen of saliva on John's bottom lip from his habitual licking and suddenly Sherlock's breath was catching in his throat as his focus narrowed down on John's mouth, lips slightly parted and Sherlock could taste the soft whisper of breath from him. "Not nervous," he lied instinctively.

You: John smiled, ducking his face some and edging his nose along the line of Sherlock's jaw, practically nuzzling him. "Liar," he whispered, and he pressed his lips to Sherlock's neck, just at his pulse point, feeling it flutter beneath his mouth as he applied just the lightest bit of suction. "You have no idea how long I've wanted this," he breathed there, his hand leaving Sherlock's arm and coming up to the other side of his neck, drawing him closer against him and kissing a trail back up along his jaw.

Stranger: Sherlock's grumbling protest at the accusation cut of in a choke at feel of John's mouth on his throat, warm and wet and Sherlock swallowed hard, his Adam's apple bobbing almost painfully as John's lips moved towards his face. Sherlock's fingers tore free of the sheets and wound themselves in the soft cotton of John's t-shirt, clutching tightly. "How long?" he asked, voice deep and embarrassingly breathy, sending a stain of pink across his cheekbones.

You: John's own heart sped up as Sherlock clutched at him, long fingers wrapped up in his t-shirt. He could feel the warmth of that hand through the thin, worn material, and he lifted his other hand to wrap around it, squeezing gently, even as he kissed across one heated cheekbone, pausing with his lips at the corner of Sherlock's mouth. "Honestly?" he asked, closing his eyes. "Since the day I met you."

Stranger: Sherlock was so overwhelmed with by the sensations of John's fingers around his and John's mouth on his skin that it took him a long moment to process the confession. He blinked rapidly, heart thudding as he sighed, his free hand stretching up to cup the back of John's head, trailing lightly through the soft ruffles there. "Why didn't you say anything before? Idiot," he smiled around the familiar insult, tipping his head back to shoot John a potent, adoring look, tinted slightly with the regret for all the time wasted when they could have been doing /this/.

You: Sherlock sighed, and John could feel the ghost of his breath against his own lips. One long-fingered hand came around to press against the back of his head, and John licked his lips, meeting Sherlock's eyes briefly. "You were married to your work, remember?" he said before leaning in and finally kissing that mouth properly, parting his lips automatically and swiping his tongue along Sherlock's plush lower lip.

Stranger: Sherlock's eyes followed the progression of John's tongue then he bit his lip, trying to dredge up a reply from his John-muddled brain. Then John's lips were on his and his answer and possibly every thought he had ever had was burnt away, fading into insignificance as he pressed back with eager, sloppy kisses of his own. His own tongue peeked out tentatively, curious as it tangled with John's, stroking along the tip and and removing the faint, menthol taste of mouthwash.

You: John couldn't help grinning slightly through the kiss, his hand sipping around to the nape of Sherlock's neck, fingers tangling in the curls there. He made a pleased sound in the back of his throat, deepening the kiss and edging back, gently pulling Sherlock with him until he found himself flat on his back with a lean consulting detective hovering above him, the blue silk robe falling in a curtain around them. He broke the kiss slowly, gently tugging at Sherlock's bottom lip with his teeth before pulling away. "That was even more incredible than I imagined," he said, still panting slightly.

Stranger: Sherlock let himself be tugged down, settling himself over John's smaller frame as their legs tangled together, pressing down greedily for more kisses as he realised that it was quite possible John's mouth was more addictive then nicotine and cocaine and a million other vices rolled together. He gasped, eyes fluttering open at the feel of John's teeth on his lip and that delicious scrape. Sherlock murmured his agreement, his breath coming in similar short bursts as he nuzzled down into John's throat, tongue sliding across the sensitive, flushed skin there.

You: John sucked in a sharp breath at the feel of Sherlock's lips and tongue against his throat, his back arching subtly. He tilted his head back to allow for better access, swallowing hard. The fingers of one hand slid up into Sherlock's hair, curling around silky locks. His other hand pushed at Sherlock's robe, slipping it down off of one shoulder and rubbing his hand up and down the detective's bare arm, slipping it beneath the sleeve of his shirt, feeling over smooth skin. "Tell me--" he broke off, gasping again. "Tell me about your dream..."

Stranger: Sherlock pressed small kisses along the ridge of the collarbone he had stared at earlier, revelling in the taste of it and the feel of hard bone beneath his tongue. "It was much like this," he whispered against John's throat again, "but we were on the sofa. We were naked." He sucked at the soft skin between his lips, rolling his tongue over it and sinking his teeth in gently, then a little harder. He pulled back a little to admire the lurid mark he had made, eyes twinkling in wonder at the strange feeling it enflamed in him to see his imprint on John's skin. "I could feel you against my thigh, so hard..." he trailed off, tongue flicking possessively across the mark as his fingers slid curiously to the hem of John's t-shirt, tugging it up lightly.

You: John bit into his own lip again to stifle his groan as Sherlock's mouth worked at his neck, nipping and sucking. There would be a mark there, he was sure of it, and the thought flooded him with arousal. "God, Sherlock, if only you knew how often I've been hard for you." He arched his back as Sherlock pulled at his shirt, allowing the detective to slide it up even as his own hands both pulled at Sherlock's robe now, tugging it down those arms. "Off," he said breathlessly. "Take this off, too many layers, want to feel you."

Stranger: Sherlock moved quickly to comply, long fingers disposing of their layers until they were only clad in thin pyjama bottoms, bare chests pressed together as heat exploded between them. He groaned slightly, brining his mouth back to John's with fierce, searing kisses, desperate in a way he had never been before. "Have you masturbated John, right here, thinking of me?" he whispered, heart thudding and groin surging with warmth at the idea.

You: John allowed Sherlock to manhandle him out of his shirt, watching raptly as he next divested himself of his own robe and top, eyes roving down the long line of Sherlock's chest. His hands slid around the taller man as Sherlock laid himself back over John, kissing him hard and needfully. He stroked down Sherlock's back, fingernails scratching gently. "God yes," he gasped, bucking his hips up involuntarily and groaning when his erection pressed against Sherlock's through the thin layer of their pyjama bottoms. "Every time, I think about you every time, about your hands, your lips, your arse, your /everything/, christ, you're so gorgeous, Sherlock."

Stranger: Sherlock choked out a moan at the vision that splashed in warm, bright colours across his mind of John lying alone in these very sheets, hand sliding in a smooth motion within his pyjamas, growing more frantic as Sherlock's name fell from his lips. A soft whine itched in his throat as his eyes all but rolled back in his head as John's arousal ground up against his own, sending pulse pleasure through him so powerful it was almost too much. "John," he gasped, burying his face in the smaller man's shoulder, "haven't..." he trailed off, flushing with embarrassment, "haven't before. With anyone."

You: John, breathing heavily, forced himself to stop rocking his hips for the moment, one hand carding through Sherlock's hair and the other still slipping up and down the length of his spine. "Shh," he said, turning his head some and pressing his lips to Sherlock's temple. "S'all right, love." He'd expected as much already, as it was, given Mycroft's sometimes snide comments and Sherlock's apparent lack of interest in other people. "We don't have to do anything you don't want to do."

Stranger: Sherlock shook his head quickly, leaning up to kiss John long and slowly until his mouth was swollen and tingly. "I do want to," he whispered finally, "with you. Only with you." It was true, more than anything. John was the only person he had ever felt like /this/ about and Sherlock was happy to ride the wave of pleasure that the other man's touch ignited. He slid down slightly, eager to explore the strong, compact body beneath him, to taste every pore and memorise every freckle. He pressed a kiss to his mark in passing, humming contentedly against John's sternum, brushing up until he felt the soft, ragged edge of the scar that had brought John . "Beautiful," he whispered, unsure if he meant the scar or the man it belonged to. Both.

You: Warmth flooded through John at Sherlock's words, and he kissed back just as sweetly, holding Sherlock tightly to him until the other moved to explore his neck again, lips trailing to his shoulder, the old scar tingling slightly beneath gentle lips. He swallowed, squeezing one of Sherlock's shoulders. "You're one to talk," he said, smiling slightly. "Look at you, I've never seen someone so bloody beautiful in my life." He slid his hands down Sherlock's back, his fingertips just barely edging beneath the waist band of those pyjamas to find that Sherlock definitely wasn't wearing any pants underneath.

Stranger: Sherlock paused, his mouth on the ridge of a pectoral as he swallowed slightly, sidetracked by John's wandering hands. "Wrong," he muttered, lips tracing again. He peered at the pink peak of a nipple, fascinated as his tongue flicked it across it curiously and it hardened, straining up into the cool air. Shifting slightly, he enveloped it with his lips, applying suction to urge it to react more, humming with pleasure as it twitched almost imperceptibly from a soft scrape of teeth.

You: John had just opened his mouth to refute Sherlock's assertion when he felt a warm, wet tongue on his nipple, and he gasped, back curving automatically up off of the bed. Sherlock's lips closed around his nipple, and the suction made John moan incoherently, his fingers curling into the skin of Sherlock's lower back, nails probably biting into him. "Christ," he breathed. "God, that's nice. You--you're a very quick learner." Not that that surprised him in the least.

Stranger: Sherlock grinned around the nipple at John's reactions, moving across to pay similar attention to the other until it was pink and swollen against his golden chest too. "I want to kiss every part of you, I want to taste every piece of skin and memorise every inch of you," Sherlock rumbled, voice pitched low as he trailed down to John's stomach, pressing gentle kisses into the soft flesh of it, hands coming down to bracket it between them, pressing slight dimples into the skin.

You: John swallowed hard, his eyes screwing shut tight at both the sensation of Sherlock's mouth on his other nipple and the sound of his bloody sinful voice. "Sherlock," he gasped the detective's name, his hands trailing up the smooth skin of his back as Sherlock moved lower down his body until his fingers were tangled in a riot of curls again. He opened his eyes and looked down, smoothing the hair back from Sherlock's forehead. He licked his lips, unable to look away. "You have my permission to taste as much of me as you like just as long as I get to return the favour."

Stranger: Sherlock practically purred at the feel of John's fingers in his hair, igniting what felt like every nerve ending in his scalp. "Yes please," he whispered against a hipbone, glancing up at John to let him see the hunger in his eyes, the need to taste and be tasted. He frowned as his mouth grazed the rougher waistband of pyjamas and his fingers hooked beneath them, impatient to reveal more skin for him to explore, tugging them down quickly over John's thighs. His eyes widened as John's erection slid free, smacking back against his stomach, red and throbbing, a few shades darker then the skin of his hips. "Oh," he whispered, sitting up to stare at it, hands resting on John's knees.

You: Sherlock looked about ready to /eat/ him, the way he was looking up at John. John let out a shaky breath, licking his lips again, which seemed to be getting increasingly dry with every ragged inhale. Sherlock kissed down his stomach until he was prevented from going further by John's pyjamas, which were suddenly being tugged down his thighs. John hissed, hips lifting automatically as the cool room air hit his erection. He was /aching/ already, and he couldn't help slipping a hand down while Sherlock was staring, wrapping it around his own cock and stroking it once, swiping his thumb over the head. "See what you do to me, hmm?"

Stranger: Sherlock groaned, eyes widening as he took in the sight of John stroking himself- it was so much better then had fantasised. And knowing that this was for him, that John was laid out bare before him, golden skin flushed, cock impossibly hard and leaking all for him sent heat to his own erection in a powerful surge. Edging down again, eager to get closer, Sherlock settled himself in the v of John's thighs, hands lifting to rub softly through the downy hair there, inching closer to his groin as he drunk in the sight of it.

You: John continued to stroke himself, even more aroused by the way Sherlock was watching him do it. He was already leaking pre-come, and his hand became slicker as he moved it over himself. Sherlock laid back down, in between John's legs now, on his stomach, and John could feel his breath ghosting over the head of his cock. He groaned, squirming at the feeling of that combined with Sherlock's hands on his skin. "God, I could come just from you watching me," he gasped.

Stranger: Sherlock smirked up at John through his eyelashes. "Not yet," he murmured, "I've got plans for you, John Watson." Sliding one hand further up, he slowly uncurled John's hand from himself and replaced it with his own pale fingers, studying the white starkness of them wrapped around John's dark flesh. He stroked experimentally, as he would himself, categorising the differences between John's dick and his own, it was shorter, yet wider and much darker, though the soft curls at the base were the same golden colour as the hairs now streaked with silver on John's head. Shifting closer, he rubbed his mouth across the slit, then pulled back, absentmindedly licking away the drop of precome that clung to his lower lips, rolling the sharp, pleasant taste across his tongue.

You: John's heart seemed to shudder in his chest at Sherlock's words, and his head fell back against the pillow with a groan as Sherlock wrapped one hand around his cock, stroking slowly like he was testing it out. Which, John realised, he probably was since he'd never even done this before. /Christ/. John jerked when he felt lips brush against the head of his cock, and he near whined when he looked up to see Sherlock's tongue swiping out to taste the pre-come that had smeared on his lips. "Fucking hell, do you have any idea how goddamn sexy that is?" he gasped, reaching out to rub his thumb along Sherlock's lower lip.

Stranger: Sherlock glanced up at John in surprise at his words, tilting his head as he considered them. "You think I'm sexy?" he murmured, confounded by the idea. He slid his tongue out to lap at the precome on John's thumb, swirling across it until it was clean. His hand kept up it's slow drag on John's cock, pulse quickening as it twitched beneath his fingers.

You: John quirked an eyebrow, but the effect was lost as Sherlock's hand created some particularly good friction against his cock, and he hissed, canting up into the sensation. "Christ, yes, of course you're sexy, have you /seen/ yourself?" he asked, brushing the backs of his fingers along Sherlock's cheekbone. "And yes, seeing your utterly perfect lips that close to my very aroused cock is /incredibly/ sexy."

Stranger: Sherlock blushed slightly at the compliment ducking his head shyly to press a kiss to the inside of John's thigh. He glanced up again at John's next words and immediately the dangerous smirk slid back into place, a sparkle in his silver eyes. "Oh? he whispered, making sure his warm breath curled around John's shaft, "you like my mouth here? Have you imagined it before John? Stretching my lips with your cock?" He rolled the unfamiliar word out across his tongue. As if to demonstrate, he leant down and suckled at the head, wrapping his lips around it and sliding his tongue across the frenulum, pressing the foreskin back and humming as his tastebuds exploded with the exquisite tang of him.

You: A fine flush spread across Sherlock's cheeks, and John couldn't help smiling at that. He'd never really known Sherlock to blush before. Then that head lifted again, and Sherlock looked positively sinful, his eyes sparking with mischief. John sucked in a breath and held it as Sherlock's voice wrapped around naughty words and then his lips wrapped around John's cock. John let out his breath on a rush of air, using all of his willpower to keep from bucking up into Sherlock's mouth. "/Fuck/," he said, his hands curling into the sheets. "God, /yes/, I--I've imagined it...so many times, but it's...so much better than I ever thought, /christ/, don't stop, please don't stop."

Stranger: "Never," Sherlock whispered as he drew back slightly to lick a wet stripe down the shaft, saliva glistening purple in the faint light. His mouth moved back to wrap around the head, sliding John's cock further into his mouth and moaning around the size of it. Sherlock's tongue slid and curled, trying to taste every part of the glorious length between his lips. Reaching out, Sherlock fumbled for John's hand, bringing it to rest on his head and encouraging him to grip his hair. Sherlock's own hands gripped at John's waist, forcing the cock further in until it bumped against the back of his throat. He coughed, his gag flex snapping in and he choked a little around the shaft as he slid it out of his mouth, eyes watering.

You: John was lost in the slow, wet slip and slide of Sherlock's mouth on his cock, incoherent words and moans falling freely from his own lips at the sensations. For someone who'd never done this before Sherlock was damn good at it. John curled his hand into Sherlock's hair when the detective placed his hand there, tugging gently on the messy locks as Sherlock took him further in. He whimpered embarrassingly when he felt the head of his cock hit the back of Sherlock's throat, but luckily he managed not to thrust into that tight heat because Sherlock pulled back, coughing slightly. "/Christ/," he gasped, looking down into Sherlock's slightly watery eyes. "Be careful, don't...don't want to hurt you, love."

Stranger: Sherlock shook his head, smiling slightly as he brushed away the water at the corner of his eyes. "Still learning," he murmured, grinning now as he pressed a kiss to the head, "I just need /lots/ of practice." Swallowing John's cock back into his mouth, he began to suck at it hungrily, a little sloppy but eager as he took it slower this time, inching his lips down the shaft, drawing back, then going further down. Finally, achingly slowly, his nose pressed into the soft curls at the base and the head nudged at his throat again. This time Sherlock was ready and he forced back his gag reflex, letting John's cock slide snugly into his throat. He swallowed around it experimentally, feeling the muscles contract and squeeze. Sliding back until John's erection slid from his lips with an obscene, wet 'pop', Sherlock brushed away the saliva from his chin and glanced up at John, his endearment earlier suddenly catching in his thoughts. "Love?"

You: John huffed out a laugh that quickly turned into a moan as Sherlock sank his mouth back down onto his cock, sucking eagerly now, his tongue doing wonderful, obscene things. He bobbed his head slowly, taking just a little bit more of John's cock into his mouth each time, and John was a writhing mess underneath him by the time he found his cock fully engulfed. "Sh-Sherlock," he gasped, both hands tightening in Sherlock's hair now as Sherlock swallowed around him, tight and glorious. "Oh /god/, that's.../fuck/." He was panting, his chest heaving when Sherlock pulled off, wiping at his mouth and looking up at him. John tried to catch his breath, his cheeks flushing slightly. "Um, right, sorry, was that not okay? Me calling you that, I mean?"

Stranger: Sherlock shook his head quickly, smiling softly. He pressed another kiss to John's thighs, brushing the silky skin near his groin. "No, it's fine," he murmured, "more than fine." He had a sudden urge to kiss John, to press up against him and wrap himself around him. Crawling forward and up across John's nude form, Sherlock kneeled over him, leaning now to capture his lips in a sweet, deep kiss. He sighed into John's mouth, fingers curling at the man's waist, tracing the lines of his rubs as he settled down on top of him and rolled his still pyjama- clad hips down experimentally. A gasp tore from his mouth to John's at the spark of arousal it ignited.

You: John smiled back down at Sherlock, pressing the hair back from his slightly sweaty forehead again. "Glad to hear it," he said as Sherlock climbed back up his body, leaning over him and gracing him with another kiss. John parted his lips, inviting Sherlock's tongue into his mouth and sucking on it lightly, tasting himself there and groaning. Sherlock rocked into him, and John slipped his hands down the length of his back again, not hesitating to slip them both beneath the waistband of those pyjama bottoms this time, feeling over the smooth skin of Sherlock's arse and pulling him down tighter against him. He squeezed his hands, speaking breathlessly between kisses. "You have...the most perfect arse...I have ever seen. Just so you know."

Stranger: Sherlock grinned against John's mouth, squirming down harder as he ground his hips in a repetitive roll. "I don't know," he slid his own hands down, pressing them beneath John's own arse, digging his fingers into the flesh and kneading it beneath his knuckles, "I think yours might have already won that award." As he rocked forward again, their erections aligned perfectly, the friction making him groan raggedly. Desperate to be rid of any barriers between them, Sherlock shifted back to strip away his pyjamas. He paused for a moment, leaning back on his haunches between John's legs to let his gaze roam hungrily over John's sweat speckled, golden body, his hand stroking himself slowly.

You: John nipped at Sherlock's lips, just enjoying the taste of him, his hands still squeezing Sherlock's arse over and over, pulling him down against him. He laughed slightly when he felt Sherlock doing the same to him. There was no way his arse compared at /all/ with Sherlock lovely plump one. Then the detective was up again, stripping away his pyjamas, and John's breath caught, his eyes drinking in the sight of Sherlock long, lithe body, pale skin glowing in the lamplight, and one hand wrapped around his own cock. "God, you're gorgeous," he breathed, and he reached out, wrapping one hand around Sherlock's free wrist and yanking, at the same time rolling Sherlock over onto his back and leaning over him. He leaned down, kissing Sherlock's neck, parting his lips to bit down hard enough to leave a mark. "So fucking beautiful."

Stranger: Sherlock let out a little gasp of surprise as he found himself tipped onto his back, John's firm weight pressing him down into the mattress. "Oh," he whispered, arching up into him, throwing his head back with a desperate whine at the sharp burst of pleasure-pain at his throat. His hands scrabbled at John's back, nails scraping down his spine, fingers pressing hard enough to leave bruises. "I need you, John," he gasped into the hot air, "God, I need you so much."

You: John shivered at the feeling of Sherlock's nails scratching his back, and he licked over the love bite he'd made before claiming Sherlock's mouth once more, eagerly and possessively. He shifted, wriggling slightly until he could settle between Sherlock's thighs, lining their cocks up and rolling his hips, breaking the kiss and pressing his forehead to Sherlock's. "Shh, shh, I've got you," he murmured, lowering himself onto his forearms, hands curled beneath Sherlock's shoulders, rocking back and forth, sliding them together. "Oh /god/, you're so perfect, that's it, sweetheart."

Stranger: Sherlock ground and rocked his hips up, meeting John's delicious rhythm with soft pants and moans, his legs shifting up to curl around John's waist, bringing their hips flush together. "Oh /God/, John," he groaned into the heat between their mouths, "you're amazing. Wonderful." He pressed his lips to John's cheeks, nose, eyes, straining up to cover ever inch of his face in adoring kisses.

You: John groaned, sliding one hand along Sherlock's thigh where his leg was wrapped around John's waist, caressing it as he thrust against him. Then he slipped that hand between them, wrapping it around both of their cocks and gasping at the sensation as it pressed them even tighter together. "/Oh/. God, Sh-Sherlock, that's...I'm so close, love," he said, his voice going a bit hoarse. "So good, you're so fucking good for me."

Stranger: Sherlock bucked up against John, crying out as the friction was intensified by John's hand wrapped tightly around them. He barely managed to choke out, "me too," before his orgasm hit him in a toe curling, mind blowing wave that blanked out his vision and had him clinging desperately to John with agonised sobs of pleasure, spilling across John's hand and their stomachs.

You: John pulled his head back just enough to watch Sherlock's face as he came, watch his eyes widen and his mouth fall open, those perfect lips wrapped around a beautiful moan. "Perfect," John breathed as he felt Sherlock's cock pulse in his hand. He thrust once, twice, three more times, the pressure building low in his stomach, until it released like a dam, his orgasm coursing through him, his come spilling over his hand to combine with Sherlock's. He moaned Sherlock's name as he came, and then practically fell down against him, delicate tremors running throughout his body.

Stranger: Sherlock lay limply beneath John for long moments, just enjoying the warmth of him, the obscene feeling of their mingled come cooling between them and the erratic thud of their hearts beating in synchrony. Slowly unwrapping his legs, he brought his hands up to cup John's head, cradling it against his chest and pressing soft kisses to his forehead. He stared at the ceiling with bleary vision and chuckled to himself softly. "/That's/ what I've been missing out on, all this time?" he sighed in awe. "You were amazing," he whispered, brushing his lips across John's temple, "is it always like that?"

You: John sighed, smiling against Sherlock's chest where his face was pressed. Then Sherlock moved, unwrapping his legs, and John looked up at him, eyes closing as Sherlock kissed his forehead. He shifted some, edging a little bit off of Sherlock so that he wasn't completely on top of him, reaching down blindly and grasping his pyjama bottoms which had been discarded near the end of the bed. He used them to wipe Sherlock's belly down, then his own and his hand before throwing it aside. He smiled, leaning in for another slow, sleepy kiss. "Oh, love, there's so much more than that," he said against his lips, grinning. "Just you wait."

Stranger: Sherlock pressed up lazily into the kiss, moving his swollen lips against John's with a sigh and soft smile. He reached up curling his arms around John and tugging him back down to his chest, wrapping his long limbs entirely around the other man, tangling the two of them together. "What else is there?" he murmured. He had ideas of course, he wasn't completely naive. But he wanted to hear it, wanted John to spell out the things they could do to each other under the rumpled sheets.

You: John grinned, pressing a kiss to Sherlock's chest before laying his head down. He traced random patterns down Sherlock's sternum, over the soft skin of his belly, fingertips circling his navel. "Mm, well, that depends on what you're up for," he said, watching his own hand's progress. He lowered his voice to a purr. "I've had all sorts of fantasies about you. Sucking you off til you're gasping and writhing for me; playing with your nipples, teasing you until you're begging me for more." He paused, trailing his hand back up to Sherlock's chest. "Of course, I've thought about being inside you. Feeling you open up for me..."

Stranger: Sherlock squeezed John tighter at his words, pulse quickening slightly again as they painted each image, his mind's eye filled with each beautiful sight. His lips parted softly in a small gasp at John's final picture and his heart was definitely hammering a little harder as he shifted and imagined it. "Yes," he whispered, "all of it. Especially that one. The last one." The idea of being joined like that to John, to physically have a part of the man he adored /inside/ him was almost too much bear.

You: John bit his lip, waiting for Sherlock's response. He wasn't sure how Sherlock would feel about that since he'd never tried it before. He let out the breath he didn't even know he'd been holding when Sherlock readily agreed. He lifted his head, smiling and pressing a quick kiss to his lips before settling back down again. "We'll get right on that once you've had your beauty sleep then," he said, nuzzling against Sherlock's chest.

Stranger: Sherlock chuckled and stretched out his long limbs slightly, careful not to jostle John on top of him. "Don't need it," he smirked, eyes sparkling, "you already think I'm sexy." He grinned down at John, then darted to press a quick kiss to his nose. "Though I think the old man might need some rest after that," he teased, curling his tongue behind his teeth.

You: John wrinkled his nose and pursed his lips, pinching one of Sherlock's nipples in retaliation. "You are going to pay for that, you git," he said. He curled around him even more, tightening his hold on him. "You're lucky I like you so much." He kissed his chest again, sighing against his skin.

Stranger: Sherlock's yelp was strangely high pitched as he swatted at John's hand. "Bastard," he mumbled, stroking John's back affectionately as he settled back down into a lazy, contented sprawl, sleepiness beginning to tug at the corners of his mind as he revelled in the feel of John tangled up in him. "Love you too," he murmured, voice soft and drowsy. Then he froze, every part of him becoming rigid with tension. /Oh no/.

You: John registered the tensing of Sherlock's body before he even registered the words themselves. Then, when the words themselves did trickle into his conscience, he lifted his head, looking up into Sherlock's wide eyes. "Did you just...?" He trailed off, his heart pounding in his chest.

Stranger: Sherlock stared back at John for a moment, pulse thudding hard as he tried to shake his head, form his mouth around the word, "no." But he couldn't. He couldn't take them back because he may not have meant to say them, hadn't even thought of them, but they were true. More true then anything. "Sorry," he ground out instead, clumsily trying to untangle himself from John and scrambled away across the bed, suddenly horribly aware of his nakedness.

You: Sherlock looked absolutely horrified, terrified even, and John wanted nothing more than to kiss that expression from his face, but before he could say anything Sherlock was /apologising/ and scrambling up, away from him. "Sherlock," he said, sitting up immediately and reaching out. "Hey, no, where are you going?" He wrapped both arms around Sherlock from behind, preventing him from leaving the bed. "Hey, hey, just...calm down," he murmured against the back of his neck.

Stranger: Sherlock tugged half-heartedly at John, torn between the desperate, clawing urge to get away and hide from his mortification and the desire to stay as close to John as possible. He stopped trying to escape, but his body was still rigid against John's warm one pressed against his back. "I'm sorry," he repeated miserably, "I've ruined everything. That was amazing and perfect and then I had to go and let /emotions/ ruin it." He spat the word out like a curse.

You: John tightened his arms around Sherlock who was still squirming slightly in an attempt to get away. "Hey, please stop apologising," he said, kissing the side of his neck. "It's still perfect, everything is perfect, you haven't ruined anything, Sherlock." He tugged gently at Sherlock's arm until the other turned slightly to face him, and he cupped his hands around Sherlock's neck, angling his face so he'd have to look at him. "Listen to me," he said. "You just surprised me is all. I wasn't expecting...well, I was just a little stunned." He paused, eyes searching Sherlock's face. "But...I love you, too, you know. More than anything."

Stranger: Sherlock reluctantly let himself be tugged round to face John, but kept his eyes averted, staring hard at the sheets they had rumpled and ruined in their passion. His gaze snapped up to John's at his declaration, heart thundering as he swallowed. "You love me?" he whispered, hardly daring to believe what he had heard, sure his ears had deceived him, that his mind had slipped into a mini-hallucination.

You: John slid his hands down, rubbing them up and down Sherlock's bare arms soothingly, and leaned in to kiss him, softly, slowly. When he pulled back he pressed his forehead to Sherlock's. "Of course I love you, you great sodding lunatic," he said, smiling. "I've loved you for years."

Stranger: Sherlock closed his eyes, letting John's words wash over him, soothe him, felt the tension uncoil from his naked limbs. With a sudden movement, he tipped John down onto his back, following him down to press kisses across his face, "I love you. I love you." He murmured it hard and fierce and happy and soft between the brushes of his mouth, wanting to imprint the words in John's skin.

You: John smiled against Sherlock's lips as he felt himself being pressed back into the mattress again, Sherlock's weight settling comfortably over him. "I love you, too," he whispered, tangling his fingers in Sherlock's hair. He kissed along his jaw, scraping gently with his teeth, down his neck, pausing to suck another mark just above his collarbone.

Stranger has disconnected.

[shercula]

MorMor Stepbrothers AU

You're now chatting with a random stranger. Say hi!

You both like Teacherlock, Unilock, MorMor, and Teenlock.

Stranger: Your dad is complaining that you're not here. -JM (15, Stepbrothers AU) So am I, for that matter. Where are you? -JM

You: Out. Obviously. SM (18)

Stranger: I caught that bit, Seb. -JM

You: I'll give you three guesses. SM

Stranger: As to what? Where you are? -JM

You: Yep. Pass the time. SM

Stranger: The park? -JM

You: Ugh, no. What do you think I do in my spare time, feed ducks? SM

Stranger: I have no idea what you do in your spare time, seeing as you don't exactly talk about it. -JM

You: Mm, not for young ears. SM

Stranger: Drugs? -JM

You: Only occasionally. SM Why? You interested? SM

Stranger: Might be. Sex, then. You a whore? -JM

You: I don't get paid for it, if that's what you're asking. SM

Stranger: Ah. Just sleeping around, then. I'm fifteen, not five. -JM

You: Still a kid. SM

Stranger: Doesn't mean I don't know what sex is. -JM

You: Never said you didn't. Doesn't mean I'm gonna tell you about all my exploits. SM

Stranger: Didn't say I wanted details. Back to the last bit. Drugs? -JM

You: I'm not getting you drugs. SM

Stranger: I don't need you to get them for me. -JM

You: Then why are we talking about it? SM

Stranger: I was more asking if you wanted to smoke together, sometime. Or some shit. -JM

You: Maybe. I'll think about it. SM

Stranger: So, you're at some club trying to find a chick to get laid, then? -JM

You: Just the pub. SM

Stranger: Ah. Could I convince you to come home early? -JM

You: Depends what you're offering. SM

Stranger: What do I have to offer? -JM

You: No idea. Why do you want me to come home? SM

Stranger: Your da is being a bit of an arse. I'd like company. -JM

You: My da is usually being an arse. SM You want me to come home and suffer with you? Not very tempting. SM

You: [Delayed] He's not hit you has he? SM

Stranger: He's only come in the room once. And. Ah. No. -JM

You: What's he done? SM

Stranger: Threw a camera. -JM

You: At you? SM

Stranger: Yeah. Missed, though. -JM

You: Where's your mum? SM

Stranger: Theatre with some friends. -JM

You: Ah. Right. Okay, I'll be home in a bit. SM

Stranger: Thank you. -JM

Stranger: I'll figure out something, to make it up to you, or whatever. -JM

You: It's fine, kid. SM

You: I don't particularly relish the idea of leaving you alone with my da. SM

Stranger: That's appreciated. But still. -JM

You: Wouldn't want to have to explain any nasty bruises to your mum. SM

Stranger: Bully at school. -JM

Stranger: She knows about him, so. It'd work. -JM

You: What bully at school? SM

Stranger: Doesn't matter, Seb. -JM

You: Nope, you've brought it up now. SM

Stranger: As a way to explain away bruises, incase something happens. -JM

Stranger: Figured our stories should match. -JM

You: James. SM

Stranger: Ew. Don't call me that. -JM

You: Then don't lie to me. SM

Stranger: I'm not lying to you. He exists. I don't want to talk about it. -JM

Stranger: I'm only telling you so the stories match, if they have to. -JM

You: Ah, I thought you were trying to tell me you made the bully up just now so that our stories would match. SM

You: All right. So tell me about this bully. SM

Stranger: Not happening. -JM

You: Why not? SM

Stranger: Because I don't want you getting involved. -JM

You: I'm simply asking for some information. That's hardly getting involved. SM

Stranger: Why do you want the information? -JM

You: So I can get involved. SM

You: Whoops, showed my hand there, didn't I? SM

Stranger: Exactly. -JM

You: C'mon, Jim, you know I'll find out anyway. SM

Stranger: You haven't in six months. -JM

You: Yeah, well, I'm away a lot, aren't I? SM

Stranger: Yeah, whatever. -JM

You: Oi, don't get snippy with me. I'm trying to help. SM

Stranger: I don't need your help with him. -JM

You: With /who/? SM

Stranger: Doesn't matter, Sebastian. -JM

You: Does too, James. SM

Stranger: You're not getting involved. -JM

Stranger: And stop calling me that. -JM

You: Stop being difficult. SM

Stranger: Stop asking questions. -JM

You: Okay. Tell me who's bullying you. SM

Stranger: No. -JM

You: That wasn't a question, you see, that was a demand. SM

Stranger: And it's a demand I'm denying. -JM

You: Fine. But I'll find out anyway. You know damn well I will. SM

Stranger: Again, six months, you didn't even notice. -JM

You: Yeah, well, I'm not claiming to be a good...whatever I am to you. SM

You: I'm more like my shit of a father than I like to admit, all right? SM

You: But now I know, so I'm going to do something about it. SM

Stranger: I don't want you to. -JM

Stranger: I don't need you to fight my battles for me. -JM

You: Didn't say you needed me to. SM

You: Doesn't mean I'm going to stay out of it. SM

Stranger: Sebastian. Drop it. -JM

You: Too late for that, my dear. SM

Stranger: Dear? Really? -JM

You: Oh shut up. SM

Stranger: You're obscene. Just come home. -JM

You: If I come home will you tell me? SM

Stranger: You'd leave me alone with him if it means I don't tell you? -JM

You: Ugh, you're insufferable. SM

Stranger: I just want help with your da. The rest doesn't matter. -JM

You: Except that the rest does matter. SM

Stranger: Not to me. -JM

You: Yeah, well, it does to me. SM

Stranger: Carl Fucking Powers. -JM

Stranger: Can we stop talking about it, now? -JM

You: Ahh, lovely. Thank you, dearest, I know how irritated you must be now. SM

Stranger: Dear, again. Lovely. -JM

You: Well, I was asked not to call you James. SM

You: Gotta call you something. SM

Stranger: Jim works. -JM

You: Yeah, well, that's boring. SM

You: And I'm a teensy bit drunk. SM

Stranger: Ah. Bring some back with you, then. -JM

You: No, no, no, one of us must have his wits about him. SM

Stranger: Yeah, well. That'll be you. I need a drink. -JM

You: We can't both be drunk. SM

Stranger: You'll be fine. -JM

You: What would your mother say if she came back and I'd gotten you drunk? SM

Stranger: She's not coming back tonight. Staying at a hotel after the show. -JM

You: What for? SM

Stranger: Her and her friends are having some ladies night thing. I didn't question it. -JM

You: Mm, probably for the best. SM

You: Women and their mysterious ways. SM

Stranger: I don't think it really matters, Sebastian. -JM

You: So just you, me, and my bastard of a father. What a lovely night. SM

Stranger: And alcohol. Don't forget the alcohol. -JM

Stranger: We'll lock up in our room, or some shit. -JM

You: Oh yes, alcohol definitely. SM

You: Mm, so just you, me, and some alcohol. Much better. sM

Stranger: Exactly. -JM

You: Have you eaten? SM

Stranger: Haven't left my room. -JM

You: I'll bring you something. SM

Stranger: No need. Alcohol will do more if I'm on an empty stomach. -JM

You: Yeah, it'll also give you a raging headache in the morning. And probably make you vomit. I'm getting you some food. SM

Stranger: Responsible drunk, you are. -JM

You: Well, when you've woken up in your own vomit enough times it makes you stop and think. SM

Stranger: Lovely picture. -JM

You: And to think, half of those times I woke up with someone. Hope I wasn't kissing them when I threw up. ;) SM

Stranger: Even /lovelier/ picture. -JM

You: Don't worry, I promise not to throw up on you. SM

Stranger: Oh? Are we going to be kissing? -JM

You: Hmm? SM

You: Oh. Well, that did come off that way a bit, didn't it? SM

Stranger: Yep. -JM

You: Told you I was already a bit drunk. SM

Stranger: Fair enough, I suppose. C'mon. Let's get drunker. -JM

You: See, there's a reason I don't usually come home when I'm drunk. SM

Stranger: What's that? -JM

You: 'Cause I'd end up saying stupid things to you. Obviously. SM

Stranger: I like stupid things. -JM

You: Mm, I doubt you'd like my stupid things. SM

Stranger: I think you're wrong. -JM

You: Well, we'll probably find out very soon. SM

Stranger: Glad to hear it. -JM

You: You're all right still, yeah? SM

Stranger: Yeah, I'm alright. -JM

You: Da's not bothering you? SM

Stranger: Oh, he hasn't stopped bothering me. -JM

You: What's he done? SM

Stranger: Just blabbering on through the door. Pounding a bit. -JM

You: Keep it locked. SM

You: He should know better than to lay a finger on you. SM

Stranger: Wasn't planning on unlocking it. -JM

You: Good boy. SM

Stranger: You going to do something silly like climb up through the window? -JM

You: Depends on how drunk I'm feeling when I get there. SM

Stranger: Gotcha. Well. Let me know its you at the door, if you have to. -JM

You: Shall I slip a note under the door? SM

Stranger: I figured you'd just text me. -JM

You: How unoriginal. SM

Stranger: We're already doing it. -JM

Stranger: And your dad could write a note. -JM

You: Yes, but /my/ note would call you "dearest" so you'd know it's me. See, I'm so clever. SM

Stranger: Unless he reads that text. -JM

You: Ugh, you're so difficult. SM

Stranger: I do try. -JM

You: You're an impossible little git. SM

You: You're lucky I like you. SM

Stranger: Again, I /do/ try. -JM

Stranger: And yes, I am. -JM

You: You're supposed to say, "I like you too, Seb." SM

Stranger: I like you too, Seb. -JM

You: Much better. SM

You: Mmkay, I got the alcohol and some food. On my way now. SM

Stranger: How long, you think? -JM

You: Fifteen minutes. SM

Stranger: I'll be counting. -JM

You: Eager to see me, huh? SM

Stranger: Might be. -JM

You: You just want your drink. SM

Stranger: Among other things. -JM

You: Other things? SM

Stranger: Mhm. -JM

You: Enlighten me. SM

Stranger: Maybe later. :) -JM

You: Jim Moriarty, are you using emoticons? SM

Stranger: It happens occasionally. -JM

You: How cute. SM

Stranger: I do try. -JM

You: Mm, you're good at it. SM

Stranger: Am I, now? -JM

You: Just a teensy bit. SM

Stranger: I'm offended. -JM

You: Fine, fine, more than a teensy bit. SM

Stranger: Much appreciated. -JM

Stranger: Honesty is the best policy and all that. -JM

You: We'll see how you feel about that later. SM

Stranger: Pretty sure I'll feel the same. -JM

You: But I might tell you things you won't like very much. SM

Stranger: I don't think there's anything you can tell me I won't want to hear. -JM

You: I wouldn't be so sure of that, dearest. SM

Stranger: Does it have anything to do with this nickname? -JM

You: I'd call it more of a pet name than a nickname. SM

Stranger: Does what you think you might say have anything to do with the pet name, then? -JM

You: Maybe, maybe not. SM

Stranger: I want to hear it. -JM

You: You want to hear what? SM

Stranger: Whatever it is you're afraid to say. -JM

You: Never said I was /afraid/. SM

Stranger: Tell me. -JM

You: So demanding all of a sudden. SM

Stranger: I want to know. -JM

Stranger: I told you Carl. Your turn. -JM

You: Ah, but see, that was different. SM

Stranger: Nope. -JM

You: Mmhmm. What I have to say could make our living situation awkward. You telling me about Carl does no such thing. SM

Stranger: Tell me. -JM

You: And if I refuse? SM

Stranger: Well, I'll just have to kiss you. -JM

You: Sorry, what? SM

Stranger: Kill! I meant kill. -JM

You: Mmhmm, sure you did. SM

Stranger: With an axe. -JM

You: Ooh, violent. SM

Stranger: I do try. -JM

You: You'd have trouble overpowering me, skinny little thing you are. SM

Stranger: I have my ways of getting on top. -JM

You: It's cute that you think you'll manage that. SM

Stranger: Oh, I don't think it'd be too hard. -JM

You: Oh, I think it'll be /very/ hard. SM

Stranger: Mm, that's what I'm hoping for. -JM

You: Naughty, Jim. SM

Stranger: I have no idea what you're talking about. -JM

You: Sure you don't. SM

Stranger: ;) -JM

You: Tsk tsk, what would mummy say? SM

Stranger: Mummy isn't home. -JM

You: And Da will probably pass out before too long. SM

Stranger: Mhm. You got a condom? -JM

You: Of course. SM

Stranger: I don't see what the problem is, then. -JM

You: Well, there is the fact that you're fifteen. SM

Stranger: There is that, yes. -JM

You: I really shouldn't be fucking a fifteen-year-old, now should I? SM

Stranger: You do a lot of things you shouldn't do, I imagine. -JM

You: True. But most of them only do damage to myself, you see. SM

Stranger: You're not going to hurt me. -JM

You: You sound sure of that. SM

Stranger: I know how to prep myself, thanks. -JM

You: Christ, there's an image. SM

Stranger: You don't know the half of it. -JM

You: But you see, my dear, I'd very much like to do the prepping for you. SM

Stranger: Then I don't see why you think you'd hurt me. -JM

Stranger: Between the two of us, I think we'll do fine, Seb. -JM

You: Have you ever been fucked, Jim? SM

Stranger: Only by my own toys. -JM

You: God, you have toys? SM

Stranger: Mhmm~ -JM

You: You'll have to show me some of those. SM

Stranger: That can be arranged. -JM

You: I've wanted you for so long. SM

Stranger: Should have said something. -JM

You: Mm, you're so young. SM

You: Didn't feel right. SM

Stranger: Young, not stupid. -JM

Stranger: Oh, come off it. -JM

You: Definitely not stupid. SM

You: And far too sexy to only be fifteen. SM

Stranger: Mm. Now you're learning how to compliment me. -JM

You: It's terribly rude of you to wander around in those skin tight jeans of yours. SM

Stranger: I imagine those create a few problems for you. -JM

You: You've no idea. SM

Stranger: I think what I'm wearing now would cause a bigger problem, actually. -JM

You: Tell me. SM

Stranger: Black boxer briefs and one of your t-shirts. -JM

Stranger: That's it. -JM

You: That sounds absolutely delectable. SM

Stranger: And to think, you're bringing food. -JM

You: Fuck the food. SM

Stranger: I think we're better off if you fuck me, actually. -JM

You: Mm, I think you're right about that, darling. SM

You: Maybe you can have a few bites to eat while I'm getting you ready for me. SM

Stranger: That's disgusting. -JM  Unless you're asking me to suck you off. -JM

You: I wasn't, but that is definitely on the agenda now. SM

Stranger: I'm not eating during or after, Sebastian. -JM

You: Mm, we'll see. SM

Stranger: No, I'm being serious. If you want me to eat whatever food you brought, it's happening before. -JM

You: You still planning on drinking? SM

Stranger: Dunno. -JM

You: Maybe just a little bit of this sandwich then, before we get down to business. SM

You: Gotta wait for Da to fall asleep anyway. Wouldn't want him hearing you moan, now would we? SM

Stranger: Mm, I'm definitely not the sort to be quiet. -JM

You: I got the feeling you'd be a bit loud. Lovely. SM

Stranger: I can muffle myself if I need to, obviously, as I've never been caught. I'd just rather not. -JM

You: I'll just kiss you if you start to get too loud. SM

Stranger: I bet you'll be kissing me anyway. -JM

You: Oh yes, but sometimes it gets difficult to maintain when I'm pushing into you over and over again. SM

Stranger: And I'll fucking taste like a sandwich, don't forget that bit. -JM

Stranger: No need to try and get me harder if we have to wait for him to pass out, Seb. -JM

Stranger: You're not even here yet. -JM

You: Not if you suck me off a bit before I fuck you. Then you'll taste like me. SM

Stranger: Mm, that can be arranged. -JM

You: And you'll definitely be coming more than once, love. SM

Stranger: I /love/ you. -JM

You: Oh, do you now? SM

Stranger: Just might. -JM

You: How very sentimental of you, dearest. SM

Stranger: Hurry home. -JM

You: Two minutes. SM

Stranger: Good. -JM

You: You made it a bit harder to walk, you see. SM

Stranger: You're the one making plans, Seb. -JM

You: Yeah, well, you're the one wearing my clothes. SM

Stranger: I look better in them. -JM

You: I don't doubt that for a second. SM

Stranger: You look nice in those button downs you never wear. -JM

You: Maybe I'll wear one occasionally. Just for you. SM

Stranger: Top two buttons undone. -JM

Stranger: Ooh, with the dark wash jeans. -JM

You: Whatever you like, love. SM

Stranger: Eh, I like you. -JM

You: No, no, you /love/ me, remember? SM

Stranger: Yeah, well. You plan on getting me off twice tonight. -JM

Stranger: Hard not to love that. -JM

You: Mm, whatever you say, dear. SM

You: Knock knock. SM

Stranger: How do you feel? -JM

You: I feel like you should come open your door. SM

Stranger: About me. How do you feel about me. -JM

You: You know, I could tell you that if you let me in. SM

Stranger: Tell me first. -JM

You: I /love/ you. SM

Stranger: Really? -JM

You: I love you, and I plan on keeping you in bed for the whole weekend, so open the damn door. SM

Stranger: Jim smiled to himself, tossing his phone to the chair in the corner of the room before he climbed out of bed and all but ran over to the door. He hadn't been lying, he really was only wearing the underwear and Sebastian's shirt, and his hair was messier than he would have liked. A hand reached out grabbing Sebastian's shirt. He tugged the boy in and closed and locked the door back up before turning to look at him. "Hi."

You: Sebastian grinned when the door finally opened, and he nearly dropped the bag he was holding in surprise as Jim tugged him inside quickly, shutting and locking the door behind him. Sebastian set the bag and his phone down on the desk before turning back to where Jim was still standing by the door, looking disheveled and gorgeous in Sebastian's shirt. "Hey there, dearest," he said, smirking and stepping forward, crowding Jim back against the door. "You look indecent, you know that?" he murmured, lips hovering teasingly just above Jim's.

Stranger: Jim smirked, hands slipping up to take the bag from Sebastian. He set it down gently at their feet before his hands reached up to wrap around Sebastian's shoulders, fingers lightly massaging the nape of his neck. "I'm sure I look completely indecent. Good thing it's just you and I up here, hm?" He raised an eyebrow, then cleared the space between his and Sebastian's lips, humming lightly against the older boy's own before he pulled back again. "So, since you'd got this whole thing planned out, what's first on the agenda?"

Stranger: ((I Apparently can't read))

You: ((Bahaha no problem!))

You: Sebastian's lips curved into a small smile as Jim's mouth pressed briefly against his own before he broke the contact. He slid his hands up and down Jim's sides, feeling over ribs through the thin material of the worn t-shirt. "Well, the plan /was/ for you to have something to eat," he said, leaning in to kiss along Jim's jaw, back to his ear where he murmured. "But now that I've got my hands on you I'm finding it difficult to stop touching. Tell me what /you/ want, mm?"

Stranger: "I hate to repeat myself, but I'm certainly not going to want to eat after." He shook his head. "Could you handle keeping your hands above the waist while I eat a bit of that? Somehow I have a feeling I'll need all the energy I can get, with you." He quirked an eyebrow, letting one hand slip down Sebastian's chest to his stomach before his fingers decided to play with the waistband of his jeans.

You: Sebastian pulled his head back again so he could see Jim and quirked an eyebrow at the feeling of Jim's fingers at his jeans. "You tell me to keep my hands above the waist and then tease me that way?" he asked, catching Jim's hand and lifting it, pressing it back against the door above his head. "But you're right," he said, tilting his head and studying the curve of Jim's throat. "You will need energy. Lots of energy." He met Jim's eyes again. "Kiss me again, and I'll let you eat."

Stranger: Jim didn't fight Sebastian's grip. "I just don't want you jerking me off while I try to eat a sandwich, prick." He shook his head, chuckle on his lips as he leaned up to press his lips to Sebastian's. He pulled away before he felt Sebastian could even realise it, Jim having slipped away from the older boy's grip to grab the bag and fish out his sandwich. "You could have just grabbed me a pasty, you know."

You: Sebastian barely even managed to lean back into the kiss before Jim had pulled away again. He pursed his lips, turning to watch the younger boy dig through the bag. "Bloody tease, you are," he said. He pressed up against Jim's back, briefly, just long enough to press a kiss to the side of his neck, and then he settled himself against the pillows on Jim's bed, leaning back and putting his arms behind his head. "Nope, like I said, you need the energy. You eat all of that sandwich now."

Stranger: Jim rolled his eyes, climbing onto the bed. He sat, facing Sebastian, with his legs crossed as he opened up the wrapper and laid the food out in front of him. "Fine. Well. You could have grabbed me /two/ pasties/." He smiled, taking half of the sandwich and taking a few bites. "This is weird. You're not just going to sit there and watch me eat, are you? 'Cause I don't know how I feel about that."

You: Sebastian grinned, his gaze half-lidded as he let his eyes roam over Jim, watched the way his jaw worked when he chewed, the bob of his Adam's apple when he swallowed. Sebastian's shirt was too big on Jim, slipping off of one shoulder, revealing a protruding collarbone. He met Jim's eyes again, shrugging. "I'll do whatever you want me to do, darling," he said. "But I am enjoying the view, I must say."

Stranger: "There seriously can not be a single bone in your body that finds me eating sexy." He pouted, setting the sandwich down as he pulled the drooping collar up his shoulder, only for it to fall back down. Jim sighed, taking another bite and waiting until he swallowed to look at Sebastian again. "I'm not even eating like... a phallic object. How is it anything but awkward for you right now?"

You: Sebastian bit into his bottom lip, trying to keep his grin from widening. "Every bone in my body finds you eating sexy," he said. He pushed up into a sitting position and then onto his knees, kneeling there in front of Jim. He leaned in close, pressing his lips to the front of Jim's throat, licking over that Adam's apple when Jim swallowed the bite he'd taken. "Mm, I bet what I'm tasting is much more delicious than that sandwich," he muttered against his neck.

Stranger: Jim pouted, putting down the sandwich. He took a slow, careful breath, then brought his hands up to Sebastian's shoulders, pushing him back. "As much as I would love to have your everything all over me... I..." He shook his head. "I can't eat with you doing all this. You're much too much of a distraction." He smirked, looking over Sebastian for a few moments. "You want me to eat or not?"

You: Sebastian allowed himself to be pushed away, and he fell back against the pillows again, resuming his previous position. He smirked up at Jim. "Hey, you were the one complaining about me watching you eat," he said, shrugging. "I was only trying to help." He stretched his legs out, one on either side of Jim where he was perched. He nudged one of Jim's knees with his foot. "Finish your sandwich and then get over here."

Stranger: "Yeah, well. You watching me eat is awkward too, when you're not eating." He pouted, looking up at Sebastian for a few moments before he looked down, picking up his sandwich. He finished off the first half and wrapped up the remaining half before he shoved it into the bag Sebastian had brought in and moved to sit between Sebastian's legs, laying down against his chest with a small hum.

Stranger: ((Unfortunately, I think it's bed time for me. It's like 1293123010928 AM (3) ))

You: ((Haha same here. This was so good, though, thanks!))

Stranger: ((Thank you, too <33 sleep well!))

You: ((You too!))

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Stranger: Victor's dog bit me. SH (18)

You: Oh? Are you all right? JW (21)

Stranger: Yeah, fine. Hurts to walk though. Little bastard got me on the ankle. SH

You: What kind of dog does he have? JW

Stranger: Pitbull. SH

You: Well, I'll clean it for you if you want to come over. JW

Stranger: Can you come here? SH

You: Sure. Did he get you that bad? JW

Stranger: Broke skin. SH

You: I take it that dog really just doesn't like you, huh? JW

Stranger: I tripped over him coming out of the bathroom. He growled and bit me. SH

You: Right. Is Victor there? JW

Stranger: Just left. He felt bad and went to get takeaway as an apology. SH

Stranger: Yeah, why? SH

You: No reason. I'll be there in a bit. JW

Stranger: You're the best boyfriend ever. SH

You: You think so, huh? JW

Stranger: Yeah. I do. SH

You: Sooo you should rethink your answer to moving in with me then. You know, if I'm the best boyfriend ever and all. JW

Stranger: You know what my parents said. The only reason they're alright with me living with Vic is because we've known his family all my life. SH

You: Then don't tell them. JW

Stranger: Lying to my parents about where I live is a bit much, don't you think? SH

You: Oh, you're having qualms about lying to your parents now? JW

Stranger: Lying to them about what I did last night is one thing. Secretly moving in with my boyfriend is another thing entirely. SH

You: Let me come over sometime, meet them properly. Maybe they'd like me. JW

Stranger: Next time they're in town, I promise. SH

You: Fine, fine. Can I steal you away tonight at least? JW

Stranger: Absolutely. SH

You: I'll make you dinner. Even if you won't eat it. JW

Stranger: Vic's getting dinner. SH

You: Ah. Right. Yes. I forgot. JW

Stranger: You alright? SH

You: Yep. You'll just have to watch me cook myself dinner then. JW

Stranger: I could text Vic now and ask him to get something for you as well, if you want. SH

You: No, it's fine. JW

Stranger: You sure? SH

You: Not really in a takeaway mood. JW

Stranger: Alright. SH

Stranger: (( Brb ))

You: Well, you'll have to let me know the next time you actually plan to eat, and I'll make you something nice. JW

Stranger: Deal. SH

You: What's Victor getting you for dinner? JW

Stranger: Chinese. SH

You: Nice of him. JW

Stranger: He felt bad. SH

You: Yeah, well, his dog did attack you. JW

Stranger: I know. It stings. SH

You: See, I don't have any mean, biting animals. JW

Stranger: You seem to be under the impression that I have no desire to live with you. SH

You: Just trying to sweeten the deal. JW

You: No bite marks that you don't specifically ask for. JW

Stranger: I love you, you idiot. SH

You: I love you more. JW

Stranger: I love you most. SH

You: Impossible. JW

You: But...just to be certain, /do/ you want to live with me? I mean, if you could? JW

Stranger: Absolutely. SH

You: But you do like living with Victor. JW

Stranger: Yeah, it's fine. SH

Stranger: I'm not unhappy here. I'll move in with you as soon as I can, but I'm not miserable in the meantime. SH

You: Well. Good. That's good. JW

Stranger: Yes. SH

You: How long have you known him again? JW

Stranger: Since I was a baby. SH

You: Wow. Long time. JW

Stranger: Yeah. SH

You: He probably knows you better than I do. JW

Stranger: Probably not, actually. I've never opened myself up to anyone like I did to you. SH

You: Never? JW

Stranger: Never. You broke down my walls. SH

You: Wonder how I managed that. JW

Stranger: You were just you. SH

You: So I guess I should stop being jealous of Victor then? JW

Stranger: You're jealous of him? SH

You: Ah, I figured you'd kinda picked up on that. JW

Stranger: Why are you jealous of him? SH

You: Because he gets to see you all the time, have breakfast with you every morning, or at least coffee, and watch crap telly with you til two in the morning. Well, I dunno if you do that, but you /could/. JW

Stranger: We'll be there, John. SH

You: And I mean, I'm pretty sure has a thing for you. So that doesn't really help. JW

Stranger: He does? SH

You: Well, yeah. You never noticed? JW

Stranger: No. SH

You: Oh. Well, I dunno. Maybe he doesn't. JW

Stranger: When will you get here? SH

You: Not long. On my way now. JW

Stranger: Brilliant. SH

You: Don't forget to pack a bag. But it's okay if you forget your pyjamas, you probably won't need those. ;) JW

Stranger: Oh? SH

You: Then again, I do enjoy undressing you, so really it's your call. JW

Stranger: Decisions, decisions. SH

You: Mmhmm. :) JW

Stranger: Victor's back with dinner. SH

You: Ah, well, I'll let you eat then. JW

Stranger: Just come in when you get here. SH

You: Will do. JW

Stranger: Sherlock smiled and tucked his phone back into his pocket, sitting up further on the sofa. He had his foot propped up on a pillow, his ankle bandaged. "Thanks," he murmured as Victor handed him his box, picking at the food and eating a few pieces here and there. "I'm going to John's tonight, he's coming by in a few minutes to pick me up," he said after a moment of comfortable silence.

You: ((Did you want me to continue as Victor or John?))

Stranger: (( I would love for you to be both, if you don't mind. ))

You: ((Haha I'll give it a go!))

Stranger: (( Thanks! ))

You: "No problem. Sorry again about...well," Victor said and gestured to Sherlock's foot, grimacing slightly. He sat down in the chair opposite the sofa, twisting his fork around his noodles and frowning slightly. "You staying there all night?" he asked, trying to sound like he didn't care one way or the other. ((I'll just start with Victor and get to John in a bit. :D))

Stranger: (( That's fine! And I don't know what your headcanons are for Victor, but I usually make him kind of scummy. Up to you though! )) Sherlock nodded, taking another bite and chewing slowly. "Yeah, I'm going to go pack an overnight bag as soon as we're done eating," he replied, grabbing his water and taking a long sip. "I'm hoping to introduce him to Mum and Dad next time they come to town, really get their approval. Though I don't know why they wouldn't approve, I bet Mum will absolutely adore him."

You: ((Haha yeah, my Victors differ from time to time, but I can make him a bit scummy if you want.))

Stranger: (( Great! ))

You: Victor pursed his lips some, glancing over at Sherlock while he talked. He couldn't help snorting slightly at that last comment. "I wouldn't be so sure of that," he said. "I mean, John's a nice guy and all, sure, and but he's not really...I dunno, one of /us/, you know?"

Stranger: Sherlock furrowed his brow and looked at the older boy, pursing his lips. "There's no need to be rude, Vic," he noted coolly, setting down his water. "And I'm sure that my parents won't particularly care about John's status. They accepted me when I told them I was gay, they've got no reason not to accept John as my boyfriend."

You: Victor raised an eyebrow, looking over at Sherlock. "I'm not being rude, I'm just telling it like it is, kid," he said, shrugging. He rolled his eyes at Sherlock's scowl. "Hey, don't look at me like that. I like John fine, he's a good bloke and all. I'm just not sure he's...you know, long-term material for someone like you."

Stranger: "Don't call me a kid," Sherlock practically growled, beginning to get angry. "For god's sake, you're barely two years older than me, you've got no reason to patronize me. And why the hell isn't John long-term material for someone like me? He's bright, he's driven, he's got a job, he's studying to be a doctor. He loves me. Who could possibly be better suited?"

You: Victor was admittedly a little surprised at how angry Sherlock seemed to be getting. Over John Watson? Seriously? He sighed and leaned forward to set his food down on the table. "Just 'cause someone loves you doesn't mean they're good enough for you," he said. He tilted his head some, letting his eyes wander deliberately down Sherlock's body. "You need someone...intelligent, smart enough to keep up with you, I mean. Someone who can take care of you, who can give you whatever you want. Someone...taller," he added with a smirk, meeting Sherlock's eyes again.

Stranger: Sherlock's insides churned uncomfortably as he saw Victor's gaze trail suggestively down his body, his jaw clenching slightly. He set down his food, looking away from the older boy. "I'm, um, going to go back a bag," he murmured, standing up and beginning to walk toward his bedroom. He didn't like the way Victor had been looking at him. He remembered what John had said before; maybe Victor really did like him.

Stranger: *pack

You: Victor sat back in his chair, watching lazily as Sherlock stood and walked down the hall to his bedroom. He watched the subtle sway of Sherlock's hips with each step, wondering what on earth someone so bloody gorgeous saw in plain old John Watson. After a moment, he stood up and followed in Sherlock's footsteps, leaning against the frame of his bedroom doorway and crossing his arms, watching as Sherlock flitted about the room packing. "Don't be upset with me, Sherlock," he said, still smirking slightly. "I'm just preparing you for the inevitable."

Stranger: Sherlock jumped slightly as he suddenly heard Victor's voice behind him, clenching his jaw and continuing to pack. "The inevitable being what?" he asked coldly, refusing to look at the older boy as he shoved trousers into his bag. "That I'll realize he's not good enough and ditch him, or he'll leave me and I'll run into your arms? Because neither of those things are ever going to happen." He closed his bag and moved to the door, glaring up at Victor. "Get out of my way, Vic."

You: Victor couldn't help grinning slightly at the way Sherlock was getting so worked up about it. "Oh, I don't think he'll leave you, my dear, just look at you," he said, reaching out to stroke the backs of his fingers along one of Sherlock's cheeks. He laughed slightly when Sherlock jerked away. "No, no, you'll be the one to leave. You'll get bored with him." He took a step forward, closer. "I know you, Sherlock," he said softly. "Probably better than you know yourself."

Stranger: Sherlock immediately jerked away when Victor reached out to stroke his cheek, stumbling back as the older boy approached him. "You don't know me as well as John does," he replied, swallowing thickly. "I keep things from you, I keep things from everyone but him. He's the one I want to share myself with and I will never, /ever/ be bored of him. Now get out of my way."

You: Victor kept stepping closer even as Sherlock backed away. "C'mon, Sher, you can't possibly know that you'll /never/ be bored of him," he said, quirking an eyebrow. "Really, how exciting can he be? Stuffy old med student who dresses like my grandfather." Sherlock's knees hit the edge of the bed, and they stopped, Victor almost close enough that they were touching. "I could show you a much better time, if you'd let me." He started leaning in, eyes on Sherlock's lips.

Stranger: Sherlock's breath hitched as his knees hit the edge of his mattress, Victor still coming closer until they were standing a mere inch apart. "Don't... don't touch me," he murmured, keeping his gaze lowered. He sensed Victor leaning in and he raised a hand to strike him, only to lose his balance and fall back onto the bed. He immediately sat up, trying to get back to his feet.

You: Victor grinned, laughing slightly as Sherlock tried to scramble back up from the bed. "C'mon, sweetheart, don't be that way," he said, lifting a leg and pressing one knee onto the mattress, blocking Sherlock from getting back up. He was just getting ready to lift his other knee onto the bed as well and crouch over the younger boy, when a voice behind him said, flatly, "What the hell do you think you're doing?" and he frowned, looking over his shoulder to see John Watson standing in the doorway, his expression a hard, angry mask.

Stranger: "Get away!" Sherlock cried as Victor braced one knee against the mattress, preventing him from being able to stand. He pressed both of his hands against Victor's chest, trying to push him away. But he was stronger, much stronger than Sherlock was, and the younger boy simply couldn't move him. It wasn't until he heard John's voice in the hallway that Sherlock experienced any semblance of hope. "John, help me, please," he begged, his voice shaking.

You: John, like Sherlock had instructed him, had just gone right inside when he'd gotten there, expecting to find Sherlock and Victor in the sitting room or kitchen, eating Chinese food. He'd been surprised to find the food abandoned and had wandered down the hall, following the sound of voices. He'd been even more surprised to walk into Sherlock's room and find Victor Trevor towering over Sherlock on the bed. He was sure almost immediately that Sherlock was not inviting this behavior, and his suspicions were confirmed when he heard the younger boy tell Victor to back off. Then Sherlock's voice shook as he pleaded with John to help him, and John was immediately stepping forward and yanking Victor, who was quite a bit taller than himself, by the shoulder, away from Sherlock. "Get up, Sherlock, he's not going to touch you," he said as gently as he could even as he was glaring daggers at Victor. ((SORRY that was so long omg))

Stranger: (( No worries! ))

Stranger: Sherlock immediately scrambled to his feet and moved away from them both, stepping until his back hit the wall. He couldn't look at either of them, his cheeks burning with shame. He just stood with his eyes focused on the ground, waiting for John to take him back outside and to his flat. His hands were trembling at his sides and he rolled them into fists in a feeble attempt to still them. "John, can we go?" he asked timidly, swallowing thickly and still staring at the floor.

You: John's clenched and unclenched his hands, not taking his eyes off of Victor who was looking coolly back at him. The bastard didn't even seemed the slightest bit ashamed that he'd just been caught trying to...John didn't even want to think about it, it was making him see red. Sherlock's voice was quiet and uncharacteristically timid, and it made John want to shove Victor out the window. Instead, he stepped closer to Victor, glaring up at him. "If you ever touch him again, I swear to God I'll break every single one of your fingers," he said. Victor raised an eyebrow, his gaze sweeping critically over John's form. Then he looked over John's shoulder to Sherlock. "You come find me when you're tired of this one, love," he said with a wink, and John's fist made contact with Victor's nose before he even realised he'd pulled his arm back.

Stranger: Sherlock saw John's arm draw back, heard the crunch of Victor's nose beneath John's fist, and he ran. He bolted toward the door and didn't look back, running all the way out of the flat until he was sitting on the steps outside, his face buried in his hands. He couldn't believe what had happened. What had almost happened. He'd known Victor all his life, and now he'd tried to... No, don't think about it. He couldn't bear to think about it.

You: Victor reeled back with a cry of pain, clutching at his bloody nose. "You bastard!" he yelled, his voice muffled by his hands and the blood running down his face. John rubbed at his knuckles, his eyes slits. "Like I said, don't you ever touch him again." When he turned around Sherlock was gone, and John, after one more fleeting glare at Victor, swiftly walked out of the room, searching for him. He wasn't anywhere in the flat, and John ran out the door, down the stairs, until he burst outside and found Sherlock sitting on the steps, shaking like a leaf with his hands over his face. "Sherlock..." he murmured, lowering himself down next to him. "Hey, hey, c'mere, shhh." He slid an arm around Sherlock's back and pressed a kiss to his temple.

Stranger: Sherlock immediately curled against John's chest, clinging to him tightly. He was trembling all over, tears spilling down his cheeks as he buried his face in the crook of John's neck. "I've known him my whole life, he's been my friend since I was born," he breathed, swallowing thickly. "How could he do this to me? He was my only friend until I was sixteen, until I met you. How could he do this?"

You: The way Sherlock clung to him, tears slipping down his face onto John's neck, made John want to go back inside and beat the shit out of Victor. He'd never particularly cared for Victor, but he hadn't really thought the guy was /that/ much of a bastard. "I know, love, I know, I'm so sorry," he said, rubbing Sherlock's back with one hand and running his fingers through curly hair with the other. "Shh, it'll be all right. He's not going to touch you again, I promise."

Stranger: (( I have to go, but this was lovely! And by lovely I mean horrifying and depressing, but for me that's lovely. ))

You: ((Haha alrighty. It was fun!))

Stranger: (( Yeah! Have a good night! ))

You: ((Night!))

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Teenlock, a bit angsty

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Stranger: [established relationship] Enjoying your experiment? JW (17)

You: It turned out to be rather dull actually. SH (16)

Stranger: Well, at least your evening isn't that good as well. JW

Stranger: I've been bored to death for the past hour waiting for you to turn up at Angelo's like we planned. JW

You: [Delayed] Oh. SH

Stranger: Yeah. Oh. JW

You: John, I'm...sorry. SH

You: I can come now, do you want me to come now? SH

Stranger: No. JW

Stranger: I'm going to Stamford's party. I'll see you on monday. JW

You: Wait, John, I'm sorry, I am, just...I got...distracted. SH

Stranger: Sure. Whatever. JW

You: I'll make it up to you. What can I do? What do you want? SH

You: [Delayed] For how long? SH

Stranger: A while. JW

You: That's...not very specific. SH

Stranger: Look, I don't care about whether that's specific or not. JW

You: But how am I supposed to know when it's all right to talk to you again if you won't be specific? SH

Stranger: I- It's just.. you've been doing this so often lately. Tell me, when was the last time you came punctually to one of our dates? Oh, wait. When was the last time you came at all? JW

Stranger: I just need some time for myself to think. JW

You: I told you. I told you this would happen. In the beginning. I told you I'm...not good at this. SH

Stranger: I know you did. And if you need more time for yourself or if you're overchallenged by all this, you should just tell me. JW

You: I don't, I don't need more time to myself, I just...I lose track of time sometimes. SH

Stranger: Mhm. JW

You: I'm sorry. SH

You: I really am. I swear. SH

Stranger: Fine. JW

You: Tell me what to do, and I'll do it. SH

Stranger: I don't want you to do anything. JW

You: But I want to fix it. SH

Stranger: ..It's fine. Just give me some time, that'll do. JW

You: [Delayed] Yes, all right. SH

Stranger: [no reply]

You: Text me when you want to talk to me again. SH

Stranger: Sure. JW

You: Are you still going to that party? SH

Stranger: I suppose. My mates are complaining all the time that I spend so much time with you, so I'll do them a favour and go there. JW

You: Oh. Yes, well. I hope you have a good time. SH

Stranger: I will, thank you. JW

You: Right. Well. I'll just...leave you alone now. SH

Stranger: Right. JW

You: Goodnight, then. And...I'm sorry. Again. SH

Stranger: Goodnight. JW

You: [Three days later] I know you said to leave you alone, and I /have/, but you haven't spoken to me in days, and I just...I miss you. SH

Stranger: [delayed] Sorry. I've been quite busy lately. JW

You: Oh. Okay, well. Busy with what? SH

Stranger: Stuff. JW

You: [Delayed] Right. Okay, I'll just...go back to leaving you alone then. SH

Stranger: Sherlock.. I don't want you to leave me alone anymore. I'm sorry that I haven't spoken to you lately, but I- I really needed some time. That date was important to me, you know? I'm having so much stress at home at the moment, I was looking forward to be able to talk to someone about that. And then you- I just felt like I was let down by everyone in that moment. JW

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Stranger: There is a high probability I will not return this evening. -SH

You: Why's that? JW

Stranger: I will be busy. I should be back early in the morning. Don't wait up. -SH

You: Busy with what? JW

Stranger: I have an unavoidable, bothersome meeting I must attend. -SH

You: A meeting? In the middle of the night? JW

Stranger: Yes. -SH

You: Right, that's not weird or suspicious at all. JW

Stranger: I didn't think so. -SH

You: Yeah, I was being sarcastic. JW

Stranger: Oh. -SH

Stranger: I didn't have to tell you. I would rather you not suspect I've been kidnapped, however. -SH

You: What kind of meeting? JW

Stranger: You wouldn't believe me if I suggested it's just dinner. -SH

You: Obviously not. JW

Stranger: Perhaps just a drink, then. -SH

Stranger: I can't tell you, John. -SH

You: That's too bad, isn't it, 'cause you're going to tell me. JW

Stranger: Or what, John? -SH

You: Or I'll come find you tonight. JW

Stranger: Good luck. -SH

Stranger: But it would be best if you just stay at home, and sleep. -SH

You: Are you doing drugs? JW

Stranger: No. -SH

You: Sherlock, do not lie to me. JW

Stranger: It's a favour for Mycroft. -SH

Stranger: I am not doing drugs. -SH

You: Fine. What kind of favour? JW

Stranger: Just a meeting. -SH

You: I'm going to punch you later. JW

Stranger: No need to become violent. -SH

Stranger: You are the one that mad eyourself angry over this. -SH

Stranger: I did tell you to not worry. -SH

You: Yes, that's so comforting, thank you so much. JW

You: Look, Sherlock, whatever this is, it sounds shady and dangerous, and I want to come with you. JW

Stranger: You can't. -SH

Stranger: I was not supposed to tell you anything in the first place. -SH

You: Well, it's a bit late for that, isn't it? So explain. JW

Stranger: I am to meet with an associate of Mycroft's, entertain him for the evening, and return to Mycroft with any information. -SH

Stranger: It's a simple job, really. -SH

You: Entertain him. Entertain him how? JW

Stranger: [delay] Just a chat. A few drinks, probably. -SH

You: Is that all? JW

Stranger: Yes. -SH

You: A chat and some drinks. That's it? JW

Stranger: Yes. -SH

You: Why do I get the feeling you're not telling me something? JW

Stranger: I am telling you as much as you need to know to not become worried or furious. -SH

You: Too late for both of those things, so you might as well spit it out. JW

Stranger: It is going to be perfectly fine. -SH

You: Sherlock, you're really starting to piss me off, you know. JW

Stranger: Yes, I am aware. -SH

You: What time are you supposed to meet this person? JW

Stranger: No. -SH

You: No isn't really an appropriate answer to that question. JW

Stranger: I will not tell you, John. -SH

You: I didn't ask /where/, I asked what time. JW

Stranger: 10. -SH

You: All right. Now. Where? JW

Stranger: No. -SH

You: Worth a try, wasn't it? JW

Stranger: Not really. -SH

You: Is it going to be dangerous? Don't lie. JW

Stranger: You cannot accompany me, John. -SH

Stranger: It should not be dangerous, John. -SH

You: Why can't I come with you? JW

Stranger: Your services will not be needed.-SH

You: I'm going to ask you again. Why can't I come with you? JW

Stranger: It is something I must do on my own, John. I can't allow you to see me in such a state. -SH

Stranger: What is happening tonight is entirely unavoidable. -SH

You: Yeah, you're /really/ not doing anything to alleviate my concerns, Sherlock. JW

Stranger: I will need you when I return home. -SH

You: No, okay, that's it, Sherlock, tell me what's going on. Right now. JW

Stranger: I will have to entertain him, John. -SH

You: [Delayed] Not happening. Come home. JW

Stranger: I can't. I have to go. -SH

You: No, you bloody well do not have to go. Sod Mycroft. Come home now. JW

Stranger: Please, John. -SH

Stranger: Everything is going to be fine. -SH

You: If you go there tonight, I swear to god, I will come find you, and I will kill whoever you're with. Now, do you really want me to go to jail tonight? JW

Stranger: Of course I don't. -SH

You: Good, so come home. Now. JW

Stranger: Mycroft has explained that the consequences will be dire should I refuse, John. -SH

You: Yeah, well the consequences for Mycroft aren't looking so hot right now. Come home, and when he comes looking I'll have my gun loaded. JW

Stranger: You definitely cannot kill my brother. -SH

You: I can, and I will if he makes you do this. JW

Stranger: He is not making me do anything, John. -SH

You: Then why are you doing it? Because "the consequences will be dire" sounds a bit like force to me, Sherlock. JW

Stranger: Even if someone will die, if I do not get information from this man? SOomeone important? -SH

You: There must be another way to get the information. JW

Stranger: It would be the best way. -SH

You: Yeah, well, I don't really care. It's not happening. JW

Stranger: Why does it matter to you what happens to me, John? -SH

You: What the hell kind of question is that? JW

Stranger: I understand not wanting someone to die, but I am in no mortal danger. -SH

You: Because you shouldn't have to..."entertain" someone that you don't want to "entertain." JW

Stranger: It's not something I haven't done before. -SH

You: Oh, well, that makes me feel /loads/ better. JW

Stranger: I get the impression that it doesn't. -SH

You: You're catching onto this sarcasm thing, then, good. JW

Stranger: I do have my moments. -SH

Stranger: I have informed Mycroft that our interrogation will have to be postponed. -SH

You: Christ. Thank you. What did he say? JW

Stranger: That's classified. -SH

You: Mycroft's response is classified? JW

Stranger: For you, yes. -SH

Stranger: I have been informed to not tell you every detail of our conversations. -SH

You: I really hate Mycroft sometimes. Are the consequences going to be "dire" is what I want to know. JW

Stranger: It is being rescheduled. -SH

You: Yeah, you know, that's not happening either. JW

Stranger: Of course it's not. -SH

You: Are you attempting sarcasm now? JW

Stranger: No. I was agreeing with you. -SH

You: Good. I'll keep you handcuffed to the coffee table if I have to in order to prevent you from meeting with...whoever it is. JW

Stranger: You cannot keep me tied down the rest of my life, John. -SH

You: No, and I certainly wouldn't want to. But I can keep you tied down long enough to prevent you from engaging in self-destructive behavior. JW

Stranger: Self-destructive? -SH

Stranger: I am only protecting you. -SH

You: Protecting me? JW

Stranger: Yes. -SH

You: From what? JW

Stranger: From whatever Mycroft's cooking up. -SH

You: How will you entertaining some random person protect me? JW

Stranger: He could get me to do anything he wants when he finds my weakness. -SH

Stranger: And he has my weakness. -SH

Stranger: He hasn't exactly threatened you, but he doesn't need to. "By the way, How is John doing," is motivation enough. -SH

You: [Delayed] Your weakness. /I'm/ your weakness? JW

Stranger: Obvious. -SH

You: Right. Okay, we'll...talk about that in a minute. JW

You: Sherlock, I don't need you to protect me. I'm a big boy, I can take care of myself. JW

Stranger: And I do not need you protecting me, but here you are, threatening my imprisonment. -SH

You: Sherlock, I wouldn't ever actually keep you chained to the coffee table. Just to clear that up since you seem to be taking it very seriously. JW

Stranger: Also, handcuffing to a table is not very productive, as I could just lift it. -SH

You: Yeah, that's not even the point. Look, just...I don't mind that you want to protect me, but I /do/ mind that the way you were planning on doing it was...well, "entertaining" someone dangerous. JW

Stranger: I would have been gathering information. -SH

You: I don't care. JW

Stranger: If it bothers you so much, I will not do it. -SH

You: It does. It bothers me a lot. JW

Stranger: Why? -SH

You: Because...I care about you. I don't want you doing things like that. JW

Stranger: You do it all the time. -SH

You: I do what all the time? JW

Stranger: If you're talking about sex, you are constantly engaging in it with various women. -SH

You: "Constantly" is an extreme exaggeration. And I didn't mean sex in general, I meant...sex with someone you have no interest in for information that your brother needs. That's far more specific. JW

Stranger: Well, I can't have sex with the man I am interested in. -SH

Stranger: That was far too much information. My apologies. -SH

You: You're interested in someone? JW

Stranger: No. -SH

You: But...you just said you were. JW

Stranger: This isn't about that. -SH

You: Well, we've resolved the other issue, so now let's talk about this one. JW

Stranger: Yes. That issue has been closed. -SH

You: Who are you interested in? Do I know him? JW

Stranger: It doesn't matter, anyway, John. -SH

Stranger: If I were interested in anyone. -SH

You: You are, you said you were, you can't lie your way out of that one now. JW

Stranger: Doesn't change the fact that it doesn't matter. -SH

You: Just tell me if it's someone I know. JW

Stranger: Why? -SH

You: Because I want to know. JW

Stranger: You know him. -SH

You: Are you secretly in love with Lestrade? JW

Stranger: No. -SH

Stranger: You are not going to guess, John. -SH

Stranger: You should just leave it. -SH

You: But now I'm curious. JW

Stranger: It really doesn't matter. Nothing will come of it. -SH

You: Why do you think that? JW

Stranger: Because he could never feel the same. -SH

You: Have you asked him? JW

Stranger: [delay] Yes. -SH

You: You asked him what exactly? JW

Stranger: Could we not do this? -SH

You: Well, you're not always the best at phrasing things the way someone who isn't a genius would understand, so I'm just wondering if you asked it the right way or not. JW

Stranger: I didn't ask him. -SH

You: Oh. Well, maybe you should try that. JW

Stranger: No. -SH

You: Why not? JW

Stranger: Because his rejection will ruin everything. -SH

Stranger: I am fine as we are. -SH

You: Are you really? JW

Stranger: Yes. -SH

Stranger: I would rather have him as a friend than not at all. -SH

You: What if he does have feelings for you, though? You might never know. JW

Stranger: He doesn't. -SH

You: You may be a genius, but you can't possibly know that for a fact. JW

Stranger: He is not interested, John. He's had every opportunity. -SH

You: Every opportunity to do what? Maybe he doesn't know how you feel. Why would he randomly grab you and snog you without knowing first? JW

Stranger: Because he's done so with women he's known for a far less amount of time. -SH

You: Yeah, well, was he perhaps on a date with those women? I doubt he just randomly goes about snogging women in the street, Sherlock. JW

Stranger: It doesn't matter. -SH

Stranger: He doesn't date men. -SH

You: That you know of. JW

Stranger: You act like you know him intimately, John. -SH

You: No, I act like you only have so many male friends, and I'm not as much of an idiot as you think I am. JW

Stranger: The problem is I don't think you're an idiot. -SH

Stranger: It would be easy if you were an idiot, John. -SH

Stranger: I will give you time to think. -SH

You: I don't /need/ time to think, you idiot. JW

Stranger: I am sure you do. -SH

Stranger: Just think on it before you leave. -SH

Stranger: I am fine with how we are. -SH

You: Oh my god, Sherlock, I'm not leaving. JW

You: I need you to come home. JW

Stranger: It would be best if I didn't. -SH

You: And why's that? JW

Stranger: Because I need time to think, John. -SH

You: What do you need to think about? JW

Stranger: I think about everything, John. -SH

You: Okay. All right. If you come home, I'm going to kiss you. So. Think about that for a while and give me your decision. JW

Stranger: You aren't so cruel. -SH

You: Okay, now I'm thoroughly confused. How is that cruel? JW

Stranger: Teasing someone like that. -SH

You: Sherlock. God, I'm not /teasing/ you. JW

Stranger: You are not gay, John, and last you talked, you were involved with someone. Olivia. -SH

You: Yeah, and last I checked you were married to your work and weren't interested in relationships. So I guess we both have a few secrets. JW

Stranger: I won't be an affair, John. I won't share you. -SH

You: That isn't what I meant. Of course you wouldn't be an affair, Sherlock. Christ. Olivia broke up with me three days ago. JW

Stranger: My apologies. -SH

You: Will you please come home? JW

Stranger: Yes. -SH

You: Good. Thank you. JW

You: I'll make you tea and force you to cuddle on the sofa. It'll be lovely. JW

Stranger: You're using force now? -SH

You: You know perfectly well that I wouldn't really. JW

Stranger: Yes, I know. -SH

You: I wouldn't do anything you didn't want. JW

Stranger: I want anything you want, John. -SH

Stranger: I just want you. -SH

You: Careful, Sherlock, that's almost sweet. :) JW

Stranger: Almost. -SH

Stranger: Was the emoticon necessary? -SH

You: Emoticons are always necessary when Sherlock Holmes is being sweet. :) :) :) JW

Stranger: Stop it. -SH

You: ;) JW

Stranger: John. -SH

You: You're adorable. JW

Stranger: I am not. -SH

You: You are. Completely. JW

Stranger: You must be disillusioned about the meaning of the word. -SH

You: Nope. I adore you. Therefore, you're adorable. JW

Stranger: You're impossible. -SH

You: You're one to talk. JW

Stranger: I've never met a puzzle like you. -SH

You: I'm a puzzle, am I? JW

Stranger: The best kind. -SH

Stranger: One I never wish to solve. -SH

You: What happens if you do? JW

Stranger: I doubt I will. -SH

You: I hope not. Wouldn't want you getting bored with me. JW

Stranger: Impossible.-SH

Stranger: Even without the puzzle, you will always be interesting. -SH

You: I certainly hope so. JW

You: You've kinda ruined me for other people. JW

Stranger: Good. -SH

You: ((Gah, I gotta go, but thanks so much for this, it was so sweet!))

Stranger: ((*thumbs up*))

Stranger has disconnected.

[shercula]

Unilock slightly angsty

Not really nsfw but some nice making out below the cut

You're now chatting with a random stranger. Say hi!

You both like johnlock, and teenlock.

You: Are you planning on ignoring me forever? JW (22)

Stranger: [Delayed] I'm not ignoring you. SH

You: I know you're fond of calling me an idiot, but I'm actually /not/ one, so there's no point blatantly lying to me. JW

Stranger: You shouldn't take any offense to being an idiot. Most people are. SH

You: Well, at least this is /some/ progress in the sense that you aren't actively ignoring me anymore. JW

Stranger: I wasn't actively ignoring you. SH

You: Sherlock, you literally looked up and saw me from across the quad the other day and turned straight around and practically sprinted the opposite direction. JW

Stranger: I wouldn't have called it sprinting. SH

Stranger: More like quickly walking away. SH

Stranger: Avoiding you is a better term than ignoring you. SH

You: Well, you've been doing both exceptionally well. JW

Stranger: I would offer you my apologies, but I don't think I've really done anything wrong. SH

You: You didn't answer me the other night when I texted you, asking if you wanted to hang out. JW

Stranger: Well I figured that would work as a no. SH

You: Yeah, it works as a rude no. JW

Stranger: It was an efficient no. SH

You: You know what else is an efficient no? Saying 'no.' JW

Stranger: I was busy. SH

You: Busy with what? JW

Stranger: Things. I'm doing things. SH

You: You're being so very forthcoming tonight. JW

Stranger: ... It'd probably be best if you just delete my number, John. SH

You: I'm sorry, what? JW

Stranger: If I'm not mistaken, you can read. SH

You: Why are you telling me to delete your number? JW

Stranger: Because I don't think we should be in contact anymore. SH

You: Oh yeah? And what the hell brought this on? JW

Stranger: I would just be easier for everyone if we just erased our friendship altogether... SH

You: You mean it'd be easier for /you/, is that it? JW

Stranger: No, for everyone. SH

You: Well, there's where you're wrong 'cause it sure as hell wouldn't be easier for me. JW

Stranger: It really would. SH

You: Don't tell me that my life would be easier without you. I know myself better than you do, so just shut the hell up. JW

Stranger: John, I'm not good for you. I'm not- You deserve better than me. You really do. I know myself, and I know I sure as hell don't deserve you. I'm arrogant, and rude, and I go for days without bothering to pick up the phone. I'm not a normal person, and you need normal, healthy relationships to live well. I can't give you anything that you need. SH

You: Jesus, Sherlock, is this...have you been avoiding me because I kissed you last week? JW

Stranger: I'm not good for you, John. SH

You: I think that's really up to me to decide, isn't it? JW

Stranger: John... Please... SH

You: Look, I'm not...we don't have to take things any further if you don't want to. But I'm not letting you cut me out of your life completely. JW

Stranger: John, it's not just about that. I can't. I just can't. I've already gotten close enough to you, and you're just going to end up being hurt. That's all I do. SH

You: Sherlock, just shut up for once, okay? This isn't just something you get to decide. You're my best friend, and I'm not letting you walk away from that just 'cause of some misguided notion that you're going to hurt me someday. JW

Stranger: But I will. It happens with everyone. I will either hurt you, or I'll lose you. And I can't do either. SH

You: If you hurt me, we'll work it out. If I hurt /you/, we'll work it out. You aren't going to lose me. That's impossible. JW

Stranger: John... I'm sorry. SH

You: Sorry for what? I'm not bloody agreeing to this. I'll come bang on your door every goddamn night if I have to. JW

Stranger: That's the problem, John! SH

Stranger: I'm leaving. No, not because of this, but because my brother's pulling me out. I'm not going to be here more than a few more days, and I really don't want you to miss me. SH

You: [delayed] What the hell do you mean you're leaving? JW

Stranger: I'm leaving. I'm going to live with my family because they believe that I've become too... distraught.. While being in such a public place with great amounts of other people. SH

Stranger: They're making me leave. SH

You: Tell them you haven't become too distraught. JW

You: Or...I mean, /have/ you become distraught? JW

Stranger: It's not something I enjoy talking about. SH

You: Do you think you need to leave? JW

Stranger: I don't want to leave if that's what you mean. SH

You: Then tell them. Tell them you don't want to leave. Stay. JW

Stranger: I don't really have an option. SH

You: Have you tried arguing? JW

Stranger: Do you know me? SH

You: Right. Fair point. JW

You: Isn't there anything you can do? JW

Stranger: I don't know. I mean, unless I can show them I've improved rapidly in the next three days. But I doubt that can really be done. SH

You: Improved how? What needs to improve? JW

Stranger: Sleeping habits, eating habits, um, drug use, etc. SH

You: Drug use? JW

Stranger: ...Yes...SH

You: Explain. JW

Stranger: Does that really need explaining, John? SH

You: It needs some further explanation, yeah, Sherlock. JW

Stranger: Well, drug habits of my past became more prominent in my life, and my brother really didn't appreciate that. SH

You: What /kind/ of drugs? JW

Stranger: Heroin mostly. SH

You: [Delayed] Christ, Sherlock. Why didn't you tell me? JW

Stranger: Like I said, I don't enjoy talking about it. And I didn't want you to worry. SH

You: Why do you even do it? The heroin I mean. JW

Stranger: It helps. My brain tends to move at a very quick pace at all hours of the day, and it slows it down for a time. SH

You: There's got to be a less damaging way to slow your brain down. JW

Stranger: Not one that I've found... I'm sorry. I am, John. I just didn't want you to worry. SH

You: I always worry about you, regardless of what you do and don't tell me. JW

Stranger: [Delayed] Would you just come over? SH

You: I thought you didn't want to be friends anymore. JW

Stranger: Forget what I said. I'm just tired, and it seems that no matter what I do, I will always be hurting you in some way or another, so I might as well have you here. SH

You: Give me a few minutes. Gotta get my stuff together. JW

Stranger: Alright, I'll be waiting. Besides, if anything can help, it's probably you. SH

You: And Sherlock, the only way you can /truly/ hurt me is if you kick me out of your life, okay? JW

Stranger: Okay. SH

You: Promise me you won't try that again. JW

Stranger: I won't. I promise. SH

You: Want me to bring anything? Have you eaten? JW

Stranger: Not for a few days. SH

You: Right, I'm bringing Chinese. JW

Stranger: Alright, but I can't promise that I'll feel up to it once you're here. SH

You: Sherlock, you haven't eaten in days, you're at least having an egg roll. JW

Stranger: Fine. SH

You: Thank you. I'll be there soon, all right? JW

Stranger: Alright. I'll be waiting. Door's unlocked. SH

You: John, still frowning slightly at the whole conversation, dialed the number of Sherlock's favourite Chinese restaurant and placed his order as he packed a bag. Ten minutes later, he slung his backpack over his shoulder and was out the door, stopping only to pick up the food. He took a deep, nervous breath as he jogged up the steps to Sherlock's place. He hadn't really even /seen/ Sherlock since the night he'd kissed him almost a week ago as Sherlock had been leaving John's flat after a movie night. Sherlock had kissed back, but John probably should've asked before he'd just gone for it. He sighed, pushing the thoughts aside because now really wasn't the time, and turned the doorknob, letting himself in. "Sherlock?" he called, stepping inside and locking the door behind him. ((SORRY I didn't mean for it to be that long, feel free to make yours shorter!))

Stranger: ((haha, it's fine, but I gotta go for a moment. brb))

You: ((Alrighty))

Stranger: Sherlock was sprawled out on the sofa with a blanket tugged over him. He was already feeling miserable enough for basically asking John to forget about him, but now he had to stoop to asking John to take care of him. Sherlock was sure he could have done it on his own, but it had been weeks since he had slept correctly, and days since he had slept at all. He needed someone else there to be with him. Sherlock had gotten rid of all the drugs from his possession and from his system, but he still felt awful. "John," Sherlock grumbled as he turned over on the sofa, throwing the blanket off of him. He let the edges of his lips twitch up the slightest bit as he walked over to him. "I'm," his face returned back to a flat, unreadable one, "I'm sorry. For everything."

You: John's brow furrowed as he caught sight of Sherlock on the sofa, looking just about as miserable as John had ever seen him look. Bags under his eyes, practically rail thin, and curled up into himself. But Sherlock turned over and stood up, so at least he wasn't decrepit yet. Always look on the bright side. John set his backpack and the bag of Chinese food down on the floor and stepped forward to meet Sherlock, pulling him instantly into a hug, wrapping strong arms around Sherlock's waist and pressing his face against his shoulder. "Don't apologise," he muttered. "Just...just don't try to get rid of me again, yeah?" He took a deep, shuddering breath, breathing him in. "Not that I'd ever let you. But still."

Stranger: Sherlock froze up a little bit at the contact but after several moments, he returned it, moving his arms to hold John. "I won't, don't worry," Sherlock muttered. He gently pressed his chin to the side of John's head, leaning against him as they stood there. It wasn't a usual thing for Sherlock to deal with, but with John it did feel right. He felt safe, and warm, and somewhat happy in his arms. After standing there for a few minutes longer, Sherlock moved a hand up to the back of John's head as he moved his lips, pressing them softly against the top of John's head. "So, food?" Sherlock asked, slowly pulling away from him with a small grin on his lips. He picked up the bag of Chinese and set it up on the counter of the small kitchen. "What did you bring me?" He asked curiously.

You: John smiled slightly into Sherlock's shoulder when he felt a hand at the back of his head and a very light kiss pressed to the top of it. He allowed Sherlock to pull away without a fuss because he figured he'd been pushy enough with the affection for one night as it was. He didn't usually just yank Sherlock into hugs like that, after all. He let out a low breath and then reached into the bag and started pulling out food. "Got a little bit of everything, really," he said as he set it out. "Didn't know what you'd want. Wonton soup, some Pad Thai, egg rolls, sesame chicken, shrimp fried rice, and a few other things." He smiled somewhat sheepishly. "Sorry, I went a little overboard. I just...well, I was worried when you said you hadn't eaten in a few days."

Stranger: Sherlock nodded his head and picked up the egg rolls, walking back over to the sofa. "It's been longer since I've eaten before. Longest I've gone was one and half weeks, but that was a little extreme. I ended up in the hospital after that. Not exactly pleasant, but it did make me eat more often afterwards," Sherlock said, trying to shrug it off without making John concerned at all. He hated people worrying about him, but he knew John would no matter what he did. "Anyways, will you be staying the night?" Sherlock asked, gesturing over towards the over-stuffed backpack of John's that lay on the floor by the counter. He plopped down on the sofa, ignoring his aching bones as he stuffed an egg roll into his mouth.

You: John sifted through Sherlock's cabinets, looking for a couple of decent plates and frowning as he listened to Sherlock talk about pretty much starving himself like it was no big deal. He pulled down two plates, turning to find that Sherlock had simply taken the box of egg rolls to the sofa with him. He smiled slightly and started ladling shrimp fried rice onto his own plate. "You know, if you're trying to stop me from worrying, you're doing a terrible job," he said, quirking an eyebrow at him. He made his way over to the sofa, glancing back at his backpack. "Yeah, I was thinking...if you don't mind. I'll sleep on the sofa. I'd just feel better, knowing you were in the other room, you know?" he said, sitting down next to his friend.

Stranger: Sherlock glanced up to him as he sat, and shook his head. "Nonsense. I won't have you sleeping on the sofa while I sleep in a normal bed," Sherlock said, raising his eyebrows a bit as he looked back to the front. "You'll sleep in my bed with me. It makes the most sense. I'd sleep better with you there, and you'd feel better because there wouldn't even be walls separating us for you to worry through." He took a bite of the egg roll, and after a moment his eyes drifted back over to John. "Of course if you want to that is," Sherlock muttered, smiling a little bit at John.

You: John almost snorted with laughter because of /course/ he wanted to. He /really/ wanted to, he'd /been/ wanting to for quite some time. But he rather wanted to be sharing Sherlock's bed under different circumstances. He pushed his food around on his plate with the fork, avoiding Sherlock's eyes. "Are you sure you'd be comfortable with that?" he asked as casually as he could. "I mean, you know that I..." he trailed off and cleared his throat, shifting uncomfortably. "You know how I feel about you now," he said in a rush. "Obviously I wouldn't /do/ anything, I'm sure you know that, I just...I don't want you to be uncomfortable."

Stranger: Sherlock sighed, rolling his eyes a little bit. "John..." Sherlock whispered as he set down the egg rolls for a moment on the coffee table, placing his hand on John's knee. "I would like it very much if you joined me tonight. Or any night," Sherlock paused, taking a deep breath. "You know, you did kiss me, but I kissed back. It's not like I haven't wanted to. I have. I- I do feel the same towards you, John, very much so. I have for a very long time, but I'm me. I'm never any good at things like this, and I'm really talking for much longer than I should be and-" Sherlock inhaled deeply, looking up to him. "Sorry, um, no. I wouldn't be uncomfortable. At all."

You: John paused with his fork halfway to his mouth as Sherlock's hand suddenly landed on his knee. He swallowed and set the fork down, followed by the plate, putting it on the table next to the egg rolls. He couldn't help smiling slightly as Sherlock carried on and on, stumbling some over his words. John slid his hand over the top of Sherlock's and squeezed gently. "You did kiss back, didn't you?" he mused, smiling. He looked up at Sherlock. "You're better at this than you think, you know. And you're a little bit adorable when you're flustered," he added teasingly.

Stranger: Sherlock snorted a little bit and nodded his head. "Good to know, then," he muttered, smiling down at the hand that had covered his own. Sherlock turned his up to where their palms pressed together and he laced their fingers together. "I'll be flustered more often just for you," Sherlock teased as he moved his thumb over the back of John's hand. "So you will stay then? As, um, as long as you want to? You'll always be welcome, of course. As long as you want to be here." Sherlock liked the idea of having someone with him to drive off the loneliness. All had to focus on now, though, was getting well enough to convince his brother he should stay.

You: John tightened his grip as Sherlock laced their fingers together, and he lifted Sherlock's hand to his mouth, pressing a kiss against the back of it. "I'll stay as long as you like," he said softly as he lowered their hands again. He leaned over, pressing his lips instead to the line of Sherlock's jaw. "I'll stay, and we'll do whatever we can to make sure you don't have to leave," he murmured, nuzzling at him. "Anything you need, I'm here, mmkay?"

Stranger: Sherlock hummed at the feel of his soft lips on his skin and he barely nodded his head. After a moment, Sherlock shifted his head and let their lips lock together as he shut his eyes. He sat there for several moments with only thoughts of John running across his mind before he pulled away. Sherlock didn't move far, but just enough to where he could breathe and talk. "I care about you more than anything else, you know that, right John?" Sherlock asked quietly, keeping his voice very low.

You: John's blood seemed to sing as Sherlock kissed him, slowly and easily as though they'd been doing it for years. And he kissed him back, his free hand coming up to the back of Sherlock's neck, pulling him closer. When Sherlock finally pulled back it was barely enough that their lips weren't touching, and his heart pounded in his chest at Sherlock's words. He pressed his forehead to Sherlock's, eyes closed, just breathing him in. "You mean so much to me, Sherlock," he said after a moment. "I'll do anything to keep you." He kissed him again then, pressing closer.

Stranger: Sherlock was going to respond, but his words were lost by the touch of John's lips. He felt John's hand go around his neck and Sherlock hesitantly put his hand on John's waist. Despite how tired and awful he had been feeling for the past few weeks, everything seemed to be looking up once he was with John. How idiotic he had been to try and get rid of the one true thing that made him happy. Sherlock would do anything for him, and anything to keep him as John said he would as well. "I love you," Sherlock breathed out against his lips.

You: John's chest seemed to tighten with those words, and he deepened the kiss immediately, parting Sherlock's lips with his own and sighing against his mouth. "I love you, too," he said almost desperately. He pressed up onto his knees on the sofa and swung one leg over Sherlock so that he was straddling him before kissing him deeply again. "I love you so much it /hurts/," he mumbled into his mouth. He knew he should slow down now, but he couldn't seem to stop.

Stranger: Sherlock let his hands slip around John's waist as he straddled his hips, and he pulled him down closer to him. He tilted his head to the side slightly as his tongue moved across the bottom lip of John's mouth. "I'll never, ever try to leave you again, John," Sherlock whispered against his lips, but he just kissed fuller into his lips so he couldn't have a time to respond. His hands found their way underneath the edge of John's jumper, resting on the small of his back.

You: John gasped slightly when Sherlock pulled him down, aligning their hips. As Sherlock kissed him senseless, one of John's hands, which had been resting on Sherlock's shoulders since he shifted positions, moved around and up into Sherlock's hair, fingers tangling in the silky curls. The other slid down his chest, feeling the warmth of his skin through the thin cotton of Sherlock's ratty t-shirt. He finally managed to say, around long, lingering kisses, "Don't you dare," in response to Sherlock's assertion that he would never try to leave again. "Can't lose you," he gasped. "Specially not now."

Stranger: Sherlock felt John's hand over his chest and he was almost certain he would be able to hear how hard his heart was pounding in his chest. "I know," Sherlock mumbled against his lips. He let his fingers sprawl out over John's skin, beginning to wander up underneath the shirt and back down, roaming across him slowly. After a few moments, Sherlock dared to slip his tongue into John's mouth as he deepened the kiss, pulling him down closer to him in more of desperation than anything. He loved having him so close.

You: John shivered as Sherlock's hand slid up beneath his clothes, warm skin on warm skin, trailing goosebumps along his spine. He met Sherlock's tongue with his own eagerly, slipping both of his hands down to Sherlock's waist and tugging at the hem of his t-shirt until he could get his own hands on Sherlock's bare skin, fingers spread out over his ribs, slipping over his lean stomach and up his sides. He managed to pull his mouth away from Sherlock's in order to kiss along his jaw, down the side of his neck. "You can tell me to stop," he said against his skin. "If you want, if it's too much."

You: ((Gah, I'm so sorry, but I gotta get going. Have to go to bed. Pleh.))

Stranger: ((alrighty))

Stranger: (goodnight)

You: ((G'night! Thanks, this was great!))

Stranger has disconnected.

[glassdildo]

"You See, but you don’t observe. If you did, you would notice that  I don’t mind either, John.  Not one bit.”

Thought it might be nice if they were leaning forwards at the same time.  

[punkrplus]

OTP Challenge: Day 2 - Cuddling

[rednavi]

[shercula]

If you’ve sent me an ask and I haven’t replied yet I swear I’m not ignoring you! I’ve just been super busy lately.

[sumatrastreet]

john murmuring words of encouragement to sherlock during lazy sex is essential

[wsswatson]

"that’s it, sweetheart"

[vitruvianwatson]

one of my favorite teenlock things is if John calls Sherlock cute or adorable for some unknown reason and little teenager Sherlock gets all affronted because Sherlock Holmes is not cute, he is fierce, he is fire, he is death.

[221boyfriends]

vampire!lock AU: Sherlock’s back from the dead, but John soon notices that something’s not quite the same…