Disclaimer: I do not own Sherlock.

The sun was up again in the sky. And it was a very good sensation. Feeling the warm sunlight entering through the windows of the room was the best.

But nothing could be compared to the feeling in his body and in his mind. But first, let's talk clearly.

First, he had sex, he had intercourse, he had fucked, he shagged, he made love with Sherlock Holmes. His flatmate, his friend, his lover now?

Well, there will be always time to think about a proper label to their new relationship.

Then, the thing was the feelings inside him once he opened his eyes. He was naked, completely naked only covered with a very thin white and silky sheet, with his upper body exposed to the light and to the warm sunlight and beside him, was him.

Sherlock. He was covered with the same sheet as him, but for some strange reason he looked better than him. He was sleeping flat on his back, with his grey eyes closed. His dark and curly hair was all a mess, but it was the best thing john could have ever seen. The sheet only covered his body from his belly till down.

Sherlock looked like a porcelain doll. If it wasn't from his chest movements, everyone could have think he was dead. The blush of the past night had gone now, and he was peacefully sleeping. And he looked so calm and peaceful, almost like an angel.

An angel. Sherlock Holmes was like an angel. He saved people in his way and on his terms. Definetly, He was his angel. Sherlock was John's angel.

But wait. Angels don't suppose to do what he had done last night, no. Whispering dirty things to his ear made him hard, strong and even those words made him come!

"C'mon John, show me the bravery of the soldier. Harder, fuck me harder John."

Soldier.He reminded him his role as a soldier. Because he had been one. He fought for his country. And under Sherlock's voice, he had been a soldier who had fucked for- not his country this time- he had fucked for his own pleasure.

"Come for me John. Come inside me. Come, soldier."

Soldier, again. He stopped thinking about it, wondering if someday he would call him Doctor. Because he was a Doctor too. A good one, a very good one-

"John."

His voice. His deep and soft voice woke him up from his thoughts with a warm touch on his belly. Despite looking pale and cold, Sherlock's skin was as warm as the sunlight.

That touch made him feel something hard again... And crossing his legs helped him. Or at least that's what he thought.

"Sherl-"

"My back hurts, John."

"Wha-"

"My back, here- He pointed his lumbar part with his hand- just before my butt."

John Hamish Watson, ex member of the British Army, Doctor, asistant of the only consultive detective of the world swallowed knowing Sherlock was hiding something behind his complains.

"Sherlock. I swear to you if this is other of your-"

He looked hurt. It seemed like he was being pretty serious about his back.

"No John, it hurts. Can you give me a massage?."

The Doctor looked at him with a serious face for 4.8 seconds. He swallowed hard, again. He looked at those grey eyes, again. Sherlock was being serious.

"OK. Face down."

The Detective rolled with his body on the big bed and smiled to himself. John had fall in his tramp, again.

John sat beside Sherlock and started massaging his back with his medical hands in slow motion. And his lover melted under his touch. But he couldn't wait. And he assumed John couldn't wait as well. He needed to move fast.

"Ahhh John, yesssss. Just there. Awww harder, John."

A bright and red shade painted John's cheeks. He was pretty sure his ears were red as well.

"Sher-"

"Harder John"

The Doctor continued with his task, doing it as he was told. His hands were shaking, and he was sure Sherlock could feel that. And under that thin sheet and between his legs something hard was-

"Oh John, Yes please, more please. Yesssss, that's right."

He was opening his mouth ready to say something, but Sherlock was faster than him.

"Come on John. Oh yessss, harder, Doctor."

Doctor.

He grabbed that long and pale arm and turned him until he was facing the ceiling again. John's touch was hard and violent at the same time. And Sherlock's face was showing his surprise, he couldn't help looking surprised to his new lover.

"Open your legs, Sherlock."

"John-"

"You deserve this Sherlock. Spread your legs"

Holmes couldn't stop giggling under the touch and command of his Soldier and Doctor, John Watson and did as he as told. He was going to know how was Watson at morning sex.

I COULDN'T STOP MYSELF. I HAVE TO ADMIT IT. THANKS FOR THE LOVELY FEEDBACK OF THE VOL. 1. WHAT DO YOU THINK? WANT TO READ MORE?

Oh, not an English speaker so any mistake is mine and sorry for them, btw.

BYEEE.