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Title: Love looks not with eyes, but with the mind.
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Title: Love looks not with eyes, but with the mind.
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: ~3,000
Pairing: Sherlock Holmes/John Watson

Warnings: PORN, slight angst, spoilers for S1x03
Summary: No-one knows for certain how people will deal with near-death of the extreme kind.
Disclaimer: Nothing belongs to me.  No-beta …. Sadly.

 

“John …… John”

 

John woke up with a start, bolting upright, duvet falling over the side of the bed and automatically reaching for his gun on top of the bedside cabinet, fingers wrapped around his wrist causing John’s eyes to snap up to where Sherlock was standing over his bed illuminated by the orange lamps outside indicating that it was still night, and the quiet traffic noise said that it was after 4am, when all the party people have gone home and London seemed to be in a state of quiet before the storm.

 

“Sherlock, Do you know what time it is? You promised you wouldn’t wake me up in the middle of the night” John groaned out, and tried to take his wrist back.

 

“Sherlock” Eyes became adjusted to the little light and he found himself staring up into Sherlock’s blue suddenly dead eyes, his face a mask of stone. Sherlock was leaning over him wrapped up in his robe, one of his hands had moved to holding John’s hand, and the other arm clutching at his own waist. His eyes moved down to my hand he was clutching.

 

Sherlock began rubbing John’s hand with his thumb.  Instantly his heart began to race.  It took John a minute to figure out what was happening and at least another to get over the shock.  John didn't immediately respond and Sherlock stopped.  They both kind of stilled for a minute,

 

“John” he said in a small broken voice.

 

 John not understanding what he was doing pulled Sherlock to lie next to him slowly and carefully as if handling a skittish animal ready to run and hide at any hint of trouble. John pulled Sherlock’s head onto his chest, pushing one arm under his head and curling the other arm around the clothed back of his flat mate/best-friend before closing his eyes and sighing.  

 

After a short moment John felt a finger begin to slide slowly down his chest and stop at the elastic band on his boxers before working its way back up to the centre of his chest.  John knew then what Sherlock wanted and it made him nervous, not because it was a guy but more that it would change his whole relationship with Sherlock.

 

John sighed and started slowly stroking his fingers lightly down Sherlock’s back.  At first Sherlock didn’t do anything else but stroke his fingers up and down John’s chest.  At his soft touch John slowly began to stiffen, in response to his slow seduction, Sherlock suddenly slid his hand under the waistband and began to stroke John’s cock.

 

John’s head cleared enough to say "Sherlock, what are you doing?” 

 

His reply was simply, "Because I could not stop for death, He kindly stopped for me; the carriage held but just ourselves and immortality”

 

John couldn’t say anything else, so lightly kissed the top of Sherlock’s head before groaning as

Sherlock’s hand was still under his boxers teasing him fully erect.  He wasn't giving a hand-job, but was massaging and exploring. 

 

Still not sure what to do, John moved his hand that was stroking Sherlock’s back and pushed inside the robe, feeling the belt become loose, John tugged the robe away from Sherlock’s chest downwards, and slowly but surely moved his hand down his side encountering nothing but bare smooth bare skin of his thought, John was surprised but had a feeling he shouldn’t be, that Sherlock wore nothing under the robe. John slowly let his hand slide over his abs and back up again feeling his smooth, hairless skin.

 

Sherlock tightened his grip on John’s cock and just held it. John groaned long and deep, his hand tightening on Sherlock’s flesh. In a flash Sherlock had let go and moved his head off John’s chest, pushing himself off the bed and standing up before flinging his robe off, Sherlock turned around and stared at John. John sucked in a sharp breath; Sherlock was staring at him with wide eyes near black with lust, his pale body seemed illuminated in the street light coming through the sheer curtains. John’s eyes moved down his beautiful body and come to Sherlock’s hard, red and dripping cock.

 

Feeling a bit bolder John pushed down his boxers down his leg, working his muscles to toe off his boxers and pushing them slowly off the bed, spreading his legs open John blushed red that he knew would flush his whole body. When John opened his eyes back up, Sherlock was tracing his body and was staring right at his hard cock, John whimpered as his cock jerked and became wet under Sherlock’s piercing gaze. This seem to startle Sherlock and he started crawling up the bed, making Johns legs spread themselves more, Sherlock kissed the tip and slowly licked across the helmet before moving himself further up and covering John’s body with his own. Looking up into Sherlock’s eyes, John couldn’t help but moan at the feel of Sherlock’s soft body on his own war-torn skin, stimulating his nerve endings to the point of bursting.

 

“Why?” John asked again, whispering it against Sherlock’s lips

 

Ever has it been that love knows not its own depth until the hour of separation”

 

And with that, Sherlock covered John’s lips with his own, a soft moan vibrating out of Sherlock’s throat as John opened up his mouth to his tongue, and Sherlock plundered his mouth searching every nook and cranny with as much precision as the dissection of a human genome. John smoothed his tongue over Sherlock’s and pushed up into his mouth tasting tea and a unique taste that was utterly addicting.

 

Sherlock pushed one of John’s legs up and over his hip, smoothing his hand down his thigh and grabbed hold of his ass tightly, John made a strangled noise. With each thrust of his tongue he pulled on John’s ass so that both there cocks were rubbed together, the excitement was becoming more than John could stand. His balls began to constrict and the whole of his spine started to tingle with that unmistakable sensation - He was about to explode.

 

 John broke away from his kiss long enough to moan, "Sherloooock".

 

Before John knew it, he was cumming across Sherlock’s stomach, Sherlock groaned and broke away from kissing, breathing heavily into John’s neck as John know that Sherlock was holding back from cumming with him.

 

Sherlock sucked a little of skin on his neck and John knew that he was watching the way it would flush into red then to a purple like it was a science experiment. Sherlock moved himself up onto one of his elbows before Sherlock took his finger, scooped up some of the cum that had pooled on both of their stomachs and slowly stuck his finger in his mouth, before sucking on it a couple of times and then withdrew it from his mouth.

 

John slowly eased Sherlock down so that he was flat on his back, His hands on Sherlock’s shoulders, and their cocks once again firmly pressed together.  John gently eased his chest against Sherlock and passionately kissed him – this time sucking each other's mouths. John begins to hump him again - cock against cock, stomach against stomach.  John knew he was enjoying it because Sherlock began to meet the thrust of Johns hips with his.  Feeling much bolder and somewhat more in control John decided to do some exploring.

 

John slowly began to ease his body down so that Sherlock’s wet cock was against his belly and

John began to tongue Sherlock’s nipples.  All the while Sherlock continued to hump John’s body and he could feel every inch of Sherlock’s cock rub against his upper stomach. John eased on down to Sherlock’s cock, so his mouth was right on the tip, John blew hot air on Sherlock’s cock making it twitch, before he swallowed right down to the base, Sherlock’s hands flew straight onto Johns short brown hair and gripped, thrusting his hips upwards, forcing John to take him down his throat. John moaned causing Sherlock to moan out loud for them both. John tightened his hold on Sherlock’s legs causing small red streaks of blood to pool out as the blood rushed from his head to his half-hard cock making it erect in the shortest amount of time possible.

 

Sherlock suddenly grabbed John off his cock and pulled him up his body, pulling him down to wrap his mouth around John’s. John’s legs settled into a kneeling position over Sherlock’s hips, both of their cocks leaving wet trails over each other, tingling them both to the edge of the cliff, making John breath heavily and shudder. Sherlock moved both his hands down John’s sweat licked back and before he knew it, Sherlock had pushed one finger down and into him, using only sweat as a lubricant.

 

John stretched upwards and groaned long and hard, pushing his body down onto the finger that was invading him with a slight beautiful burn.

 

John looked down straight into Sherlock’s eyes, which were wide and shinning, looking up at him as if he was the most spectacular sight in the world, before whispering up to John,

 

The influence of each human being on others in this life is a kind of immortality”

 

Sherlock waited for a split second, looking at John as if he was waiting for something before nodding to himself, and pushed two fingers up inside of him. John groaned again and sucked in a sharp breath as Sherlock’s fingers eerily found a the place inside him which made John’s head rush and stars to explode in front of his closed eyelids, John could faintly feel Sherlock stretching him and adding a third finger.

 

John suddenly opened his eyes with a startled gasp as Sherlock’s big slick cock, pushed up and inched past his sphincter millimeter by millimeter, Sherlock’s hands gripping his hips and his face screwed up with sweat pouring down his face in exertion from going slowly. John smiled mischievously before, pushing himself down fast and not stopping till he felt his ass rest against Sherlock’s skin.

 

Sherlock gasped, groaned and keened all in one go before sitting up and started to plunder John’s mouth, biting his lips and clashing his teeth with him, before John pushed him down groaning, and leaving his hands pinning down Sherlock’s shoulder and using him as leverage as he lifted himself up slowly, feeling Sherlock’s cock slide down his walls and scraping past that nub that brought so much pleasure.  

 

“Love takes off masks that we fear we cannot live without and know we cannot live within”

 

Sherlock whispered up to him, before suddenly slamming himself up and into John, both of them groaning loudly, repeating it a few times working out life’s rhythm in their body’s sex, before long John groaned again and tightened impossibly around Sherlock, before cumming all over Sherlock’s chest. Feeling his cock in a vice, Sherlock released himself into John’s body; pumping himself in and pushed as far as he could inside him, before relaxing down that had both of them coming down from their mutual high. Before he collapsed John moved himself up and collapsed onto his back next to a still panting Sherlock.

 

John heavily panting, turned on his side before reaching out and touching Sherlock’s smooth, sweaty and boney back, poking him when he didn’t get his attention

 

Sherlock turned over on his side to John just as the pale sun was rising up over a fog misted morning in London, it cast a halo around Sherlock’s body that didn’t match the stormy eyes and tear tracks running down his sculpted cheeks. The birds were slowly waking up to a warm morning and the noise of London nearly drowning out Sherlock’s words

 

You can fool some of the people all of the time, and all of the people some of the time, but you can not fool all of the people all of the time”

 

John looked into Sherlock’s eyes, and took him into his arms pushing Sherlock’s face into his neck and slowly stroking his back, tears wetting his shoulder with a slight keening noise coming from Sherlock.

 

Looking over at a bird that was perched on the outside windowsill, John whispered into the dark and soft hair of Sherlock

 

“Shallow understanding from people of good will is more frustrating than absolute misunderstanding from people of ill will”

 

And then the perfect stillness of the morning allowed John and Sherlock to sleep, entwined together and finally able to rid themselves, if only temporary, their nightmares of that fateful night at the swimming pool.

 

END

 

E/N;

Kahlil Gibran - Ever has it been that love knows not its own depth until the hour of separation.

Emily Dickinson - Because I could not stop for death, He kindly stopped for me; the carriage held but just ourselves and immortality.

James Baldwin - Love takes off masks that we fear we cannot live without and know we cannot live within

Abraham Lincoln - You can fool some of the people all of the time, and all of the people some of the time, but you can not fool all of the people all of the time.

John Quincy Adams - The influence of each human being on others in this life is a kind of immortality

Martin Luther King Jr - Shallow understanding from people of good will is more frustrating than absolute misunderstanding from people of ill will. "Letter from Birmingham Jail," April 16, 1963

 


Holy crap that was hot! That was amazing. I'm also surprised at myself that I knew more of those quotes than I thought I did.

Brilliant fic! <3

thanxs :D

I know, it was the same here, I'm surprised I even remembered them from my English class over 4 years ago now!!

That was really hot, with a nice warmth and sweetness at the end which I really liked. Just one minor quibble: I think Emily Dickinson was the one who wrote "Because I could not stop for death, He kindly stopped for me; the carriage held but just ourselves and immortality."

Thank you :D

Yes it was, thanks for pointing out to me. I had used a Shakespeare Quote but changed it then forgot to change the name..... opps :)

Yes, I do believe that is Emily Dickinson. I only know because I was reading it for a class. Brilliant story, I love the feel and rhythm of it.

Thank you for reading :)

Yes it was Emily, I had used a different quote and then forgot to change the name for that quote .... opps :D

Woah what hotness! and beautiful too, great writing.

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2011-07-22 02:43 pm (UTC)

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