"Want another one?" John asked, grinning.

Sherlock smirked. "God yes." How could he not want another shag?

John's smirk matched Sherlock's. "Shower?"

"Shower. Yes." He grinned.

John stood slowly, testing his legs.

Sherlock stood up and put John's arm around his shoulder. "How are you going to stand in the shower?"

John smirked. "I was hoping you might help me."

"Of course I will."

John's smirk got wider. "With your dick up my arse?"

Sherlock kissed John's neck. "Oh yes. You want that, don't you?"

John shivered, his desire making his eyelids heavy. "God yes."

Sherlock kissed him. "Let's go then."

John kissed back, then smiled. "I'm in love with the world's only consulting detective."

"And I'm in love with my blogger."

John's smile grew, his cheeks tinted with pink. "Your blogger really loves you."

Sherlock kissed his forehead. "God you're amazing. Can you walk now?"

John nodded as they entered the bathroom. "I think so."

"Good. You're going to need your legs."

John laughed. "You bet." He leaned over and turned on the water.

Sherlock looked over John's naked body. The scar on his shoulder looked painful, even though it was long healed. Sherlock stepped closer to John, staring at the angry looking scar. It's not John's only scar, but it was the worst one. Concern flooded through Sherlock's mind, and he silently cursed anyone who had hurt John.

"Sherlock?" John was looking up at him worriedly.

"Those scars... Do they hurt?"

John shrugged. "No, not anymore. None except my leg, and that's all in my head."

Sherlock hugged John from behind and kissed his scarred shoulder. John smiled.

"You know, you really are a sweetheart."

"Don't let anyone else know. That's only for you."

John smiled. "Okay." He turned and kissed Sherlock's shoulder, unable to reach his face at his height. He climbed into the shower, and Sherlock followed him, pulling the curtain across.

John smiled. Sherlock kissed John, first on the lips, and then on the neck and collar bone. John shuddered in pleasure, and Sherlock moved down to John's torso, kissing his scars lightly. John blushed, water streaming over his skin. Sherlock is slightly surprised to note that John is quite muscular, probably from his army days. Under his jumpers, he looks slightly pudgy. Maybe it was intentional. Either way, the jumpers fit him.

Sherlock came back up and started to suck on John's neck, pulling a moan from him. "Sherlock…"

"What would you like me to do John? Tell me what you want. I'll take care of you."

John grinned. "I want you to wash me, and then I want you to shag me, and then go to your room and sleep with me for hours and hours."

"I can do that." Sherlock smirked and grabbed a washcloth and lathers it with soap. John grinned.

Sherlock slid the cloth down John's chest, stopping just above John's prick. John shivered, moaning quietly. "Sherlock…"

Sherlock grinned. "Sorry, John. Not yet."

John turned and pressed himself against Sherlock. He bit Sherlock's nipple gently, grinning. Sherlock gasped. "John…" he tried to sound scolding. "I'm topping this time, remember? Behave yourself."

John nodded. God, that's sexy. Sherlock pushed John against the wall, face first. He stroked John's arse, biting John's shoulder, though not hard enough to draw blood. John gasped, back arching, his arse bumping against Sherlock's groin.

Sherlock grabbed hold of John's hips, keeping John in place. He rolled his hips very slightly, pressing himself into the cleft of John's arse. John moaned, pushing back against Sherlock.

"God, Sherlock, please," John whispered, unable to make his voice any louder. "Please."

Sherlock shuddered. He pushed a finger into John, moving it softly around John's insides. He heard John moan, and he'd never heard anything so arousing in his life. He pushed another finger in, scissoring, stretching John.

John hissed. It felt so damn good. Then, ouch! That second finger pushed in too quickly, stretching him, made him wince. Sherlock didn't seem to notice, too caught up in the feeling of it all. John shivered. "Sherlock, please…"

Then there was pain. John felt it stab through him as his body and soul were torn in two, then melted together again by Sherlock's soft hands, stroking his back softly, whispering sweet nothings in his ear.

Sherlock felt the heat envelop him. He had to pause for a second, let himself feel it. Bliss. But then he heard John's yelp of pain, and he knew he'd pushed in too quickly. He traced his fingertips over John's spine. "Easy, love," he whispered in John's ear. "I know it hurts. I'm here. I won't move yet. Shh…"

John's mind caught up with his body. Now that he was used to the stretched, bizarre feeling in his rump, he could relax. He braced his arms against the wall of the shower and slowly pushed back towards Sherlock. He heard a muffled grunt and knew Sherlock had enjoyed the feeling.

"I'm ready, Sherlock," John said, letting his head fall between his arms. "Just… be gentle."

Sherlock nodded against John's shoulder and very gently began to move. He rocked slightly, pulling John with him for the first minute or so, then he held John still, pumping in and out of his blogger, picking up speed.

John moaned as Sherlock moved them. He'd never felt so wonderful in his life. "Bloody hell, Sherlock—I thought you'd never done this before!"

Sherlock grinned. "I haven't."

"Then how the hell are you so damn—aah—good at it?" he moaned.

Sherlock bit down on John's shoulder. John winced, but didn't cry out. He shuddered when Sherlock dragged his nails down John's back. John's back arched, moving Sherlock's prick inside him. They both moaned.

Sherlock moved faster, gritting his teeth. He wound one arm around John's waist, holding him, and the other roamed down to John's manhood. He pumped John's cock steadily as he slammed in and out of him. God, this felt good. His mind was filled with John; all he could feel was John's tightness, John's warmth, the pressure… He let out a loud yelping moan as he came inside John, his nails digging into John's side as his hips rocked against John's arse. He pumped John's cock harder than ever.

John moaned loudly. Sherlock's hand was working wonders on his dick and he was just barely holding onto his orgasm. Then he felt Sherlock's seed fill him. He couldn't hold back any longer. He came hard in Sherlock's hand. "Sherlock!" he screamed.

It took them both several minutes to come down from their orgasms. Sherlock kissed John's injured back. "I'm sorry, John… I wasn't thinking…" He touched the scratch marks and bite mark he'd left on John's back and shoulder.

John smiled at him. "Don't worry about it. It felt good."

"Really?"

"Yeah." John smiled. Sherlock pulled out of John gently. John groaned. "Damn, I'm gunna be sore tomorrow." He grinned. "I love it."

Sherlock laughed. He washed his hand off in the stream of water from the shower head. The water had gone cold while they hadn't been paying attention.

John washed himself off, then Sherlock. It was sweet, and pleasant. When they stepped out of the shower, they dried each other off. John insisted on towel-drying Sherlock's hair, and couldn't stop laughing at the poodle-like puff that Sherlock's hair turned into after the towel had had its way. Sherlock stuck his head under the water again and wouldn't let John touch it.

"Come now, John." Sherlock said, after they were dried off. "Let's go to sleep."

John nodded. He was barely able to stay on his feet. Sherlock picked him up gently and carried them to his bedroom. He laid John down, lay down beside him, and covered them up gently. "Sleep, John," he whispered, stroking his cheek. "I'll be here when you wake."

And they both slipped off into peaceful oblivion.