Fic: Blow-by-blow (1b/7)

[anarion]

Title: Blown away
Words: 1777
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: um, please read the summary.
Pairings : Sherlock/John
Beta: the diet version of verityburns *lol*
Disclaimer: Sadly the characters are not mine and no money is made (that would be sooo cool!).

Summary: This is a follow-up of my 221B 'Q&A'
(Yes, that's the one with the blowjob, you can find it here )



Version 2: Blown away

"Well John, would it be very indecorous to ask you for a blowjob?"

That was not what he had expected. John nearly dropped his tea cup and felt his mouth fall open.

“Wh... I... What?”

“John, surely the question was not that difficult to understand. Even you should be able to do it.” Sherlock started to get up.

John knew exactly when Sherlock was obnoxious just to piss people off and when he was insecure and tried to hide behind it. This time it was the latter.

“Sherlock, wait. I just...”

Half a dozen possible answers were racing through his mind, amongst them 'You never got a blowjob before? How is that possible? But you had sex before, right?' - 'How the hell did that man die? Do I even want to know?' - 'You want me to? I would actually be allowed to touch you? Oh God, I think I could come just from thinking about this.'

What he said was, “I need to sit down.” The fact that he was already sitting, was clearly lost to both him and Sherlock.

“John...” If it were possible, John would say Sherlock was squirming. Maybe regretting his proposal already? Please, don't. Don't take it back.

“It’s fine, Sherlock. Really."

John's head was swimming, but he needed to find the right words and he needed them fast, before Sherlock, who astonishingly enough looked slightly nervous by now, would bolt out of the room. He could think about this later.

"Let me just get this straight. You need to know what a blowjob feels like, because it is important for your work, for solving a case. And you want me to be the one to do it. Are you sure about that?”

“I already trust you with my life, John. This shouldn’t be so different.”

“Ah... it might be slightly different.”

“How so?”

“Because, though there is of course a trust element in it, this is more about giving up control. And I think this is something that does not come easily to you. And it might destroy what we have between us. Might make living together awkward. So I need to know if you’re sure.”

“What about you? Are you saying you’ll do it? Without further thinking? It might be awkward for you afterwards as well.”

“No, it won’t. Because I -as you so charmingly stated earlier - have done this before. I know what I am getting into. You, on the other hand, don’t.”

If this was the closest he would get to Sherlock, he’d take it. Hell, he’d take everything he could.

Sherlock looked at him inquiringly. Then, obviously finding what he was looking for, he nodded and slid his hands to his fly.

"Um… Sherlock? Wait a second. We are not doing this in the middle of the day in our living room."

"Why not? This is important information that could help solve the case."

"It's just not right. We are not doing this in the middle of the day in our living room. Period."

Sherlock's sigh clearly stated that John was being unnecessarily complicated.

"When and where would you like to do it then?"

Why was he sitting in his living room, rationally debating when to give his flatmate a blowjob? Really, his life was a madhouse… And why was this question turning him on?

"How about tonight? Your bedroom. Or mine if you prefer."

"Actually, I do. See you tonight then. Have to dash, there's a corpse at Bart's with a strange infection."

John stared after Sherlock for a few minutes, and then he buried his face in his hands. What had he gotten himself into?

He was not sure if this was a good idea. He had been in love with Sherlock for a while now, but never made a move again after that first night at Angelo's. And he abandoned hope that Sherlock would change his mind pretty fast.

So this would probably be the only chance he ever got at touching Sherlock. There was no way that he was going to refuse that. But he saw the possibility that it would be worse afterwards. Seeing him and not be allowed to touch.

Another thing was the fact that Sherlock would certainly go somewhere else to get his knowledge if John refused. And John did not want to think about that. To whom would he go? Maybe pay someone to do it? No, when this was his first blowjob - and since he was married to his work possibly his last - then John wanted to show him how amazing it could be.

Evening came much too fast and too slow at the same time. Sherlock came home, smelling of formaldehyde and went straight to the shower. When he came back to the living room in his pyjamas and his dressing gown, John's hands started to shake.

Sherlock looked at him silently, turned and went up the stairs. John followed him with a dry throat.

He entered his bedroom. Sherlock stood in the middle of it, looking at a loss at what to do.

John smiled at him encouragingly.

"You should sit. Or lie down."

"But the victim was standing."

"Yes, that might be, but I fear you might lose your balance and fall if this is actually your first."

"I would not." Indignation in his voice.

"Please, Sherlock, just trust me in this and sit down."

With a huff, Sherlock shed his dressing gown and sat down on the bed. John stepped closer, between Sherlock's legs and pushed his fingers in his hair, massaging the skull under the dark curls. Sherlock relaxed visibly.

"Now, some ground rules. First, we both took the tests a few weeks back, after that blood bag fiasco, so I know we are both safe. Second, if you want me stop, I need you to say it. And third, there are a lot of different ways to give someone a blowjob. Since this is your first time, we will start simple."

Sherlock looked him into the eyes and nodded. Apparently speechless, that was a first. John smiled, pulled the shirt over Sherlock's head and pushed him onto the bed gently.

He ran his hands over Sherlock's arms, up to his shoulders and down his chest. He marvelled at the feeling of the warm skin under his hands, until he noticed Sherlock gazing at him.

"John. You don't have to do that."

"Sh, be quiet."

"No, seriously, John, this is not strictly necessary for a blowjob experience."

"Sherlock, we are doing this my way or not at all. I am not just going down on you."

"Why?"

"Because this is your first time and the first time should be something worth remembering. Even if it's for the sake of science."

"Really, John, you are ridiculously sentimental sometimes."

"Yes, I am. But you already knew that when you asked me to be the one to show you, didn't you?"

"Maybe." He did not see it, but he could hear the little smile in Sherlock's voice. So he was hoping for it but not daring to ask.

John smiled and then slid his hands very deliberately and slowly up Sherlock' thighs, making the other man's breath hitch.

He then turned his attention back to Sherlock's chest, caressing his nipples with his hands. Sherlock closed his eyes. John leaned down and followed his hands with his lips and tongue, licking and softly biting his way down to Sherlock's waistband.

He took his time, savouring the feeling and the smell and the taste of him, together with the sound of his breathing getting deeper and faster.

He could see the bulge of Sherlock's erection through the thin fabric of his trousers and he cupped it with his hands, causing Sherlock's hip to jerk and his mouth to hiss.

He pulled the trousers down and cast them aside, before putting his hands on Sherlock's feet and stroking his way up his legs to his hips.

Sherlock was panting by now, rolling his head from side to side. John could see his heart hammering in his chest. His own heart rate was distinctly raised as well and seeing Sherlock like this made John's own erection painfully hard. He really was beautiful from head to toe.

John bent his head and breathed across Sherlock's cock. Then he opened his mouth, licked the side of his shaft and circled his tongue around Sherlock's glans, earning him a long, shaky inhalation of breath and making Sherlock even harder.

He took Sherlock in his mouth, just enclosing him in heat and wetness, without moving, giving him time to adjust to the feeling. Sherlock shuddered, his breath stopped for a moment and then he moaned. His hand flew up and he covered his mouth as if to stop the sound from emerging.

John slowly started to move, sliding his mouth up and down smoothly. Slow and light at first, then quicker and with a little more force, until Sherlock's hand was clenching the sheets and his hips started to buck. There was another small sound, like a whimper and his breath tightened.

Sherlock began to shake and John sucked harder, tasting pre-come on his tongue. Suddenly Sherlock was falling apart, with a long, rasping gasp his body arched off the bed and he came.

John did not swallow - though he really wanted to - because he thought it might seem far too intimate and personal and might freak Sherlock out. So he just watched him come all over his stomach and it was such a beautiful sight that he nearly started to cry.

Sherlock lay flushed on his back, one hand still clenching the sheets, the other over his mouth. John swore silently and grabbed the hand from Sherlock's mouth. There were deep bite marks on it.

"Jesus, Sherlock. Did you think you could go that far without making a sound? This is nothing to be ashamed of."

Sherlock’s face was soft and vulnerable and John wanted to kiss him very badly. He knew that now would probably be the only chance of kissing Sherlock he would ever get, but he let it pass, because it could seem as if he was taking advantage.

Instead he cleaned Sherlock up, then stroked his hip with his thumb and asked softly. "Are you alright?"

He watched with horrid fascination as the rational and cold mask slipped back into place.

"Yes, of course. Fine. That was most enlightening." And with that Sherlock got up and left the room to go into the bathroom, leaving John kneeling beside his own bed, feeling suddenly very cold.

He didn’t see Sherlock again that evening.

Next chapter here

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AN: There already is a next part and a fourth in the making. So if you have any suggestions what kind of blowjob experiences Sherlock definitely needs to make, please share. ;)

This is only lightly beta'd, so every mistake you find is mine.

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