A few weeks after the incident with the woman, Sherlock felt his need again. Not much had happened between him and John since the morning after. A few kisses here and there, but nothing pressing.

But today Sherlock wants something.

"John," he says while putting his coffee cup away.

"Yes?" John asks, sitting at the table still finishing his breakfast.

"To avoid an awkward conversation, and so we are on the same page, I'm going to come right out with it," John doesn't look at him. Sherlock clears his throat. "I'm horny, John."

John chokes on his juice. He finally looks up at Sherlock, wiping his mouth that eggs and juice are still trying to make their way out of. "What the hell?"

"I wanted to avoid confusion. I don't wish to make you uncomfortable, I just want to..." Sherlock's not sure what he wants, so he doesn't say anything more.

"Well..." John shifts and runs a hand through his hair. "What do you want me to do about it?"

Sherlock shrugs. "What do you want to do about it?"

John licks his lips. Nothing about the situation is remotely sexy, except for the man in front of him. "Do we have to...now?"

"No, no," Sherlock says. " I know you've got to get to work and I intend on taking my time with you. Later tonight, perhaps? Will you be free?"

John nods more excited than he wants to.

"Perfect. I'll see you tonight," Sherlock says, kissing John and leaving the room.

Later tonight comes very quickly. John grows very excited. He'd thought about it on and off all day, but now that 'later tonight' is just around the corner, he grows eager and nervous.

He tries to decide what he and Sherlock should do; there are many possibilities. John hardly thinks intercourse would do, he wants to at least establish something with Sherlock before jumping to that.

John walks to pick up dinner and thinks about his other fantasies about Sherlock. Oral sex is definitely on the table, especially after the night with the woman. John walks home and thinks.

When he gets home, Sherlock is sitting wearing his usual attire and watching television.

"Did you just get home?" John asks, stepping through to the kitchen.

"Why do you ask?" Sherlock returns, following John to the kitchen.

"You're still wearing a suit. Usually you like to wear your pajamas if you're bored."

Sherlock smiles. "Did you deduce me?"

"Why? Are you as annoyed as I usually get?"

Sherlock laughs. "No, I'm incredibly turned on."

John turns towards him, cupping Sherlock's cock as he faces the taller man. John finds him half hard already. "You've probably just been turned on all day."

Sherlock shakes his head, pushing against John's hand. "I don't get turned on for just anything."

John nods in understanding, unhanding Sherlock. "If you eat, I'll let you do whatever you want to me."

Sherlock raises an eyebrow. "Blackmail?"

John grins. "Problem?"

Sherlock picks up his takeout dish. "None whatsoever."

They eat in silence, both knowing and wondering what is in store for them. John take his time eating, but Sherlock quickly shovels food down his throat.

"I'm not going to have sex with you if you make yourself sick," John announces.

Sherlock waves a hand. "Don't worry, I'll be fine. Now hurry up, I want to get this going."

John laughs. "Do not rush me, Sherlock Holmes."

Sherlock finishes his plate and waits patiently, watching John slowly eat his dinner.

When he's finished, John goes upstairs to use the restroom and clean his teeth. Sherlock decides to do the same to waste time.

John finally goes down to Sherlock's bedroom half an hour later. He decided to sit in his bedroom to digest a bit, much like swimming he believes you shouldn't engage in intercourse right after a meal.

John slowly enters Sherlock's bedroom to see the man sitting in the center of his bed. It looks like he's meditating. "What are you doing?" John asks.

"Thinking," Sherlock says.

"About?"

Sherlock opens his eyes and gazes sharply at John. "You."

John shutters. "Me?"

Sherlock nods. "Are you sure you're ok with this?"

John nods. "We agreed to cut out the middle man."

Sherlock nods back. "But are you sure you want that to happen?"

"I'm absolutely positive."

Sherlock moves to the head of the bed, still sitting up, and motions for John to sit across from him.

John joins him on the bed and they sit facing each other. Sherlock stares at John and John uncomfortably looks around the room. Finally John asks, "What are you doing?"

"Trying to decide how I want you."

John shakes any discomfort out of his head and sits firmly on the bed. "Do you fantasize about me?"

Sherlock nods.

"What do you think about?"

"Everything."

"Be specific."

Sherlock thinks a minute, then says, "I think about you sucking my cock. I think about you fucking me. I think about sucking your cock, even though I've only recently seen your cock." Sherlock grows a wicked smile. " I have an idea of what I want you to do."

John smiles. "Tell me what to do and I'll do it."

Sherlock smiles back and leans across the bed to John. He eagerly kisses John, skipping the sweet, simple kisses and moving straight to the arousing kisses. That is the whole point, isn't it?

John lets Sherlock explore his mouth while unbuttoning Sherlock's shirt. When it's unbuttoned, Sherlock sits back on his heels to pull his shirt off. John leans forward and kisses Sherlock's chest, leaving marks and bites everywhere on the pale skin.

Sherlock touches John everywhere he can reach. He strokes fingers through sandy hair; he rubs the soft fabric of john's t-shirt; he butterfly touches John's arms. Finally he pulls John's T-shirt over his head.

Once his shirt is off, John pulls Sherlock onto his lap. Sherlock straddles his legs and pushes John down so that John is on his back, Sherlock on top of him. Their kissing continues and John runs his hands up Sherlock's back.

After a few minutes, Sherlock reaches between them and unbuttons John's jeans. He briefly dips his hand inside john's pants and smiles at the hard flesh there.

John smiles as Sherlock smiles and flips them over so Sherlock is on bottom. He sits back and pulls Sherlock's trousers off, throwing them to the floor without care.

Sherlock instructs John to take his trousers off, as well.

"Bossy," John says, standing off the bed and pulling his jeans down.

"That is the point, isn't it? No clothes?"

John shrugs and nods. "Where do you want me?" he asks.

Sherlock instructs him now to sit against the headboard. John does as he's told, holding his arms out to Sherlock.

Sherlock again straddles John's waist and kisses him. John moans and wraps his arms around Sherlock, pulling him even more to himself and touching every bit of Sherlock he can.

Sherlock moans and involuntarily thrusts his hips, rubbing his cock against John's. They both moan despite the two layers of pants between them.

"Ok," John finally says. "Tell me what to do, please."

Sherlock grins and pulls back, sitting on the bed and pushing John's legs apart. He sits between John's spread legs and extends his legs to tent over John's. "Take your pants off," he demands.

John looks confused. Yes, he wants Sherlock to boss him around, but he wants to at least know what's going on.

John and Sherlock pull their pants down at the same time. They throw their garments to the floor and resume their position before. Sherlock stares at John's cock.

"Touch it," Sherlock demands.

"Touch..." John starts.

"Touch your cock."

John gives Sherlock a very, very confused look and takes himself in hand.

Sherlock moans.

John strokes himself softly.

Sherlock moans loudly, never taking his eyes off John's cock.

Suddenly very aware of what they're going to do, John doesn't feel very happy about it. His idea of a night with Sherlock includes Sherlock on him, him on Sherlock; mouths, hands, cocks, anything. Not his own hand on his own cock.

But then he gives himself one hard stroke at the thought of Sherlock's mouth on him and Sherlock instantly wraps his hand around his cock and squeezes with a loud moan.

That right there makes John's wishes and expectations fly out the window. Watching Sherlock stroke himself will definitely make John come apart.

"I've wanted to see you masturbate since last year when I heard you in the shower," Sherlock says, not breaking his rough rhythm.

"You heard me?"

"That time," Sherlock squeezes his eyes shut, then opens them once more. "That time I'm sure the entire street heard you."

"What made you want to watch? Just hearing me?"

Sherlock smiles. "You shouted my name."

John gapes at him. His cheeks turn red, and not from arousal. Sherlock grins.

"Don't be embarrassed," he says. "I was flattered."

John runs his thumb over his slit and Sherlock moans loud. Now John knows he has the power, he can please Sherlock right now by pleasing himself. With his other hand, John squeezes his balls.

Sherlock opens his mouth wide and throws his head back, letting out a loud groan and stroking faster.

"Look at me," John demands.

Sherlock complies, looking at John through heavy lidded eyes.

John reaches over into Sherlock's nightstand for the lube he knows is there. He sits back and pours some into his hand, then takes hold of himself once again and easily strokes. The slide of his hand feels amazing, so John lets out a low groan.

Sherlock takes the lubricant from John and mimics John's actions. "Oooh, yeaaaah..." Sherlock groans. "Yes, John, just like that," Sherlock bites his lip and states at John.

John smiles and watches Sherlock, knowing the taller man can't be far off. "Don't hold back, Sherlock," he says. "Do to yourself what you want me to do."

Sherlock nods and continues with his stroking himself, but soon he grows frantic and needs more. "I need more..." he begs.

John picks the lube up and places it on the bed between Sherlock's legs. "Show me," he says.

Sherlock nods and takes the lube. He pours a bit onto his fingers and closes the bottle, then leans back and hoists his legs further up.

"Oh yeah," John mutters, stroking harder.

"Mmm...John..." Sherlock moans as he pushes a finger deep into himself with one motion.

"Oh my god," John pants. "Sherlock...uggggghhhh..."

Sherlock doesn't retract his finger, and it becomes clear to John that all he's doing is stroking himself on the inside.

John can't bring himself to tear his eyes away from Sherlock's hands between his legs; one hand stroking his cock and the other fingering himself. John wants to finish Sherlock off, but he wants to see Sherlock do it to himself.

"Look at me," John demands again.

Sherlock snaps his eyes open.

John stares at Sherlock's hands working faster on himself. "God Sherlock, oh god..."

They simultaneously stroke harder.

With three tough strokes, John's done. He comes with a loud moan, and so forceful that he not only comes all over his hand, but pretty much all over Sherlock's cock.

Sherlock, seeing John like that, pushes his finger as deep into himself as he can and strokes his cock as fast as he can, then comes pretty much everywhere. So frantic is he with his hand that he gets his seed on himself, on John, on the sheets, and a bit on the headboard.

"Damn," John mutters, coming of his high and gazing at all of Sherlock's come everywhere.

Sherlock falls back onto the bed and tries to steady his breathing. "Perfect," he mutters. "Exactly what I wanted."

John lies on his back next to Sherlock. "What are you going to do with that now?"

"Archive it into my brain to save forever, then use it whenever I feel desperate."

John snorts. "If you feel desperate, just come get me."

"What if you're at work?"

"Trust me," John says, "I would rather work to make you come a hundred times than get paid to deal with sick people all day."

Sherlock grins. "I'm holding you to that."

"I expect you to," John says, turning to Sherlock and kissing his cheek.

"I'm glad we cut out the middle man, John."

"Me too," John pulls a blanket over them even though they're upside down on the bed. "Say," he starts, "What was her name anyway?"

Sherlock shrugs, wrapping himself around John. "I haven't the faintest idea."

John smiles and playfully swats Sherlock's arm. "Prat."

"She was hardly my concern that night."

John smiles. "I feel the same way."

*So here's a little part two because I got bored again. Uhm yeah I think Sherlock would be turned on by John touching himself because…well…I would be…