Blending In (Johnlock)

Blending in pt 3

Fine! John thought… I’ll bloody show him…

He grabbed Sherlock’s head and pulled him down for a crushing kiss. John worked Sherlock’s mouth expertly, drawing an unintentional moan from the inexperienced detective, who was at that moment gripping John’s t-shirt at the shoulders and leaning heavily on him.

After a few seconds John relaxed his hold and kissed Sherlock more softly, running his hands through those luscious dark curls. He teased Sherlock now, kissing him lightly and running his tongue along his lips, making Sherlock chase him, trying to deepen the kiss again.

Sherlock’s arms slid down and around John’s waist, holding on to the top of his jeans. He was becoming impatient with the butterfly kisses and was almost lying on top of John in his attempt to kiss him more deeply.

Finally John relented and opened his mouth to his best friend, plunging his tongue in and kissing Sherlock thoroughly and passionately. That’s when it hit John like a ton of bricks… he was REALLY enjoying this.

John pulled back abruptly, leaving a gasping and shocked Sherlock staring intently at him, unmistakable desire written across his face. John looked away, unable to take the uncharacteristically open and emotional face of his friend and tried to bring his breathing and heart rate back down. What the hell was going on? He felt… aroused… but… he’s not gay!

John looked around at the people chatting and flirting in the bar. He didn’t think he found any of the men appealing in any way. So why did he feel like this with Sherlock? Confusion marred his features as he tried to get his emotions and thoughts under control while avoiding the stare of his companion.

Sherlock’s mind however felt strangely fuzzy. He hadn’t expected John to do that. Yes he wanted John to kiss him to make sure they weren’t seen, but he hadn’t anticipated the kiss going any further than a platonic touch of their lips. Sherlock had never been kissed like that, nor had he enjoyed kissing anyone like that. That fact he was painfully aware of as his arousal pushed against his tight jeans. For once, he was at a loss as to what he should do next. Should he try to kiss John again, just to make sure his suspicions about his feelings were right? No, wait… he was sure he was in this bar for a very good reason… oh yes! A case! He needed to spy on Julian.

John was doing a good impression of ignoring him right now, so Sherlock whizzed round in his seat and tried to locate the cheating Julian. He looked to his right and saw the ridiculous tan of the man in question, glowing from his booth next to the cigarette machine.