Chapter 2

When John woke up the next morning, he at first didn't know where he was. And on whom he was lying. Then it all came back to him.

"Oh buggering hell," he murmured and tried to get up, but two strong hands held him in place. "Don't go yet," Sherlock grumbled. "Let me go," John said, trying to brake free. He was lying between the detective's legs, his chest on Sherlock's and dried sperm between them. "Ew, that's disgusting, Sherlock let me go!" "No morning sex then?", Sherlock ventured, his eyes still closed. And the detective was beautiful, his skin like marble and his brown curly hair in disarray…

John forced himself away from the sight and tried to get up again. With a bit of careful force he managed to escape the detective's grip. Sherlock opened his eyes. Pale blue and still soft with sleep. John shook his head and stumbled over to his clothes, which were lying in a heap on the floor. "Shower, then?", Sherlock asked, his voice a low rumble. John almost fell over his clothes.

He sighed. "No, I think I'll better go." "I thought it's disgusting?", the detective asked. "Sorry?" "The sperm on your stomach," Sherlock explained, looking the doctor up and down, "...and thighs." John cleared his throat. "Well, yes, of course… I will take care of that later," he said and started dressing. The detective frowned. "I don't think it's disgusting."

John, who already had one leg in his trousers, almost fell over at that. "What?" Sherlock frowned some more. "You've heard what I said. I don't think it's disgusting. It's quite arousing, actually." The doctor looked over to the detective and one moment later wished he hadn't. Sherlock's dick started to stiffen again. This time John did fall over, straight on his face.

Sherlock got out of bed and walked over to him. "You're alright?", he asked, leaning over the doctor. With some difficulty – and Sherlock's helping hand – John got up again. "No, I'm NOT ok. I just woke up in a stranger's bed with a naked man under me and dried sperm all over me," he shouted. Sherlock looked down on him, still holding his hand. "And you're not gay." "Exactly."

"Ok, here's an idea," Sherlock said, "you're a doctor, right? And you're probably not earning that much money. So what if I paid you?" John stared at him, taking his hand away from the detective. "WHAT?" "Oh, not for that, don't be daft… but you could be… my companion or something." "Like in doctor Who?", John asked. The detective only looked at him blankly. "Oh, never mind… and what would I be doing as your 'companion'?" "Well, we would solve crimes together, of course. Quite impractical to carry a skull around at all times, to be honest. And you can be my doctor as well. Make sure that I always feel relaxed."

John opened his mouth and closed it again. There was so much he could say to that. So much he WANTED to say. He didn't understand the part with the skull, for example. But all of his blood seemed to have suddenly left his brain and gone into lower regions. There was only a small voice left in his head which kept chanting "sexsexsexsexsexsex". Yes, it was true that he hadn't had any for a while, but couldn't his body stop betraying him, just for ONE minute, so he could finally get dressed?

Sherlock looked John up and down and said: "I see you agree." "I'm not… I didn't…," John stuttered. "Come back to bed, John." "You mentioned a shower," the doctor said, stupidly. "Oh, fine," Sherlock huffed, "come on then, I'll lead the way." John followed the detective into the bathroom, where the detective stepped right into the shower. "I… um… thought you would let me shower first," the doctor said. Sherlock huffed again. "Come on, John, the shower is big enough for both of us." John somehow knew where this would end, but he had an erection, Sherlock had an erection, clear thought could wait. Besides, this was all just a dream... surely.

John stepped into the shower and Sherlock turned the water on. For some time, the doctor just enjoyed the warm water running down his body. It was one of this rainforest showers, which felt like there was a waterfall coming down on you and it was REALLY big enough for the two of them. Then Sherlock asked: "So, can I wash you now?" "Um, sure." He closed his eyes and just enjoyed Sherlock's warm hands on his chest, on his stomach and thighs. Thighs felt especially good and when the detective started massaging them, he couldn't suppress a low moan.

"I liked the way you talked to me yesterday," Sherlock said, "the way you talked about my cock." "Hmm." "I've read that people do to their sex partners what they want to be done to themselves… do you want me to talk to you like that?" "Hmm, yes." "Yours is big too, you know. Not so long, maybe, but I like them thick."

John's eyes shot open. "I thought you were a virgin." Sherlock chuckled. "Well, I like yours better than mine, so I guess it's cause yours is thicker." "Makes sense," John hummed and closed his eyes again. "So you like it that I'm a virgin?" "Yes, means you're clean." "I take drugs." "Only synthetic… and you haven't done this for a long time now. I'm a doctor; I can see the signs…" Sherlock laughed. "Good work, companion. And you're clean too, of course." "Yes." "Wasn't really worried about that anyway. "You're a doctor; you know how to protect your big cock."

Sherlock moved one hand to John's hard-on now, softly touching the tip. "You like it slow, doctor?" "Hm, yes." The detective slowly circled the tip of John's cock with his finger, his other hand moving to its base. "Wonder if I could get it all in my mouth," he said. "Oh, yes." "You'd love that, wouldn't you? Me sucking your big thing off in the shower. I would make you come so hard." "Hm, yes, oh God." Sherlock slowly started pumping John's cock. "It's so hard now and already leaking. Turns me on so much."

John opened his eyes again and looked down on Sherlock. Wow, he really had the most amazing hard-on. Slightly curved, pre-come glistening on its tip. If he could just touch it? Well, if this was all a dream, he could do anything, right? John took Sherlock's cock in hand and the detective moaned in response. "Yea, like that, I love your hands. They are so strong. Oh yea, let me give it to you. I want you to come, see your sperm shooting out." "Yes, do it, harder, nnnnnng, oh Jesus, yes!", John shouted. He was almost there.

"Tell me what you want," Sherlock said, "tell me how you want it." "Want to come… nnnng... all over your face." The detective kneeled down in front of John, who reluctantly let go of his cock. "Come on then," he said, "paint my face with your come." Sherlock was pumping John's cock faster and faster, massaging his balls with the other hand. "Want to see you pulse and shoot your load on me." John couldn't hold back any longer. "Yes, oh God, Yes, Sherlock, Sherlock, ooooooooooooh yes, SHERLOCK," he shouted and ejaculated on Sherlock's face.

The detective got up again gracefully and turned around, bracing himself against the wall and spreading his legs. "God, John, do me now, I need it!" When the doctor had calmed down a bit, he got on his knees himself. Sherlock talking about oral stimulation had given him an idea. He would make the detective really enjoy himself.

John put both hands on Sherlock's ass and spread it open a bit. Then he put his tongue out and started licking the detective's hole. "Oh God, John," Sherlock moaned. "Do you like that?" "Oh yes, more." Sherlock tried to push his hips back, but John held them in place. "Hold still, git," he said and smacked the detective's left cheek. "Oaah, yes," "Like that too, don't you?", the doctor giggled and smacked him again. "John," the detective said sharply, "would you get down to business again, please?" John chuckled. "Another time then," he said and focused on Sherlock's hole again.

With a bit help of his fingers and spit, the doctor soon managed to get his tongue inside the hole. Sherlock squirmed again under his administrations and moaned loudly. "Oh, yes, John, like that. Deeper. Yes, fuck me with your tongue. Yes, God you're good." The doctor pushed deeper and harder and soon Sherlock was shouting. "Yes, John, yea, I'm close, ooooooh!" John put one arm around the detective and just touched Sherlock's cock once and that was enough. The detective came with a shout, shooting his sperm all over the tiles.

After cleaning themselves (and the tiles) up, John and Sherlock stumbled out of the shower, both red-faced and out of breath. The detective picked a towel up from the floor and started rubbing John dry with it. "That was really an interesting experience," the doctor remarked. "Yes, certainly an exactable way of starting the day," Sherlock agreed. He hesitated. "Even if you're not gay." John laughed. "Oh sod 'gay', I'll only shag detectives from now on." Sherlock frowned. "Only consulting detectives, I hope?" John smiled up at him. "Of course."