I am not dead, are you? (SherlockXMoriarty PostRBF)

James hand reached and rested on Sherlock's cheek, softly stroking down over it. He wanted to help but there was little he could do anyway. But one thing was sure: He'd do whatever Sherlock wanted him to do.

"No one could have seen this coming, Sherlock." He tried to comfort the detective but knew it had on use. Sherlock wouldn't rest until he saw John's face.

James eyes widened when Sherlock explained his idea. "Do you think he'll take that better than the truth? Honestly, Sherlock... Who are you fooling? John would never accept the fact of you working under my commands." His eyes restlessly scanned over his face, not sure what they were looking for.

Sherlock leaned towards the soft touch on his cheek, he felt he needed it so much, especially now. One part of him, buried under the grief and worry, was happy Jim was there for him.

"I am not sure Jim," he whispered, sneaking into the other's arms, burying his face in the other's neck. "But if he sees us together, he will question it... how can he possibly understand that his best friend has fallen in love with the guy who had caused him so much pain?"

He closed his eyes, taking in the other's scent. "I fear the truth might make him worse..."

With a deep sigh he wrapped his arms around Sherlock, letting them stroke of his back. Whether Sherlock would tell John the truth or not was up to him. Either way John's feelings would get hurt all over again, but at least Sherlock didn't entertained the idea of abandoning him to stay with John.

"We'll figure something out." James whispered into Sherlock's ear.

A few hours later they already were back at the airport. James was exhausted, it felt like he didn't eat or sleep in days. Sherlock had been rather quiet, but he wasn't to blame for getting lost in thoughts. James got hold of his own private Jet again, he used to fly around in it all the time. Apparently Sebastian did the same now, so it only made sense it was parked at this airport.

They could leave within 45 minutes, flying straight away to Heathrow airport. James was Slightly worried about what would happen if John and Sherlock met again. He was worried by openly showing back up in London. People knew his face, his deeds and so he'd be chased down within seconds.

Sherlock was thoughtful, he was secretly grateful of Jim's private jet, because that way they didn't have to wait or stay with people. Sherlock always despised people, but never like today.

There was something that he just couldn't grasp, why did John want to die? Sherlock had been his best friend, yes, but nothing more, and the doctor had always been so independent, he had always said he didn't need anything or anyone!

He sighed once they were in the air, his head was hurting him, he couldn't help but fear John's reaction when he realized Sherlock had faked his death.

He groaned, he needed distraction, this was just killing him.
"Can we have sex?" he asked, turning towards Jim, not caring about the hostess that was standing there. She started, surprised, but she quickly realized Sherlock was not talking to her and scrambled towards the pilot's cabin.

"I need to forget about all this..."

James was surprised and turned his head to face sherlock. He wasn't really thinking about sex and his mood didn't quite fit the bill either. But nothing that couldn't be changed of course, he was just a bit outed by the odds.

"What? Here? Now?" He raised his eyebrow.

Sherlock rolled his eyes, sometimes even Jim Moriarty could be slow for him. He found it rather endearing though, the way Jim was looking at him now.

"I wouldn't make this plane turn around to get to a bed... so yes, here, and possibly now," he said with a calm grin. "I want you to make me forget everything... I want you to fuck me until I can no longer remember why we are going back to London..."


((going to bed~~~ <3))

James grinned and leaned in, his lips brushing over the other's. "Hm. Well..." he said in a low voice while getting lost in Sherlock's ocean eyes. "What are we waiting for?" His hand already sliding over Sherlock's inner tight.

He closed his eyes and now fully pressed his lips on Sherlock's, straight away involving his tongue. Sherlock wanted rough, he'd get rough.

Sherlock instinctively leaned in, lips welcoming Jim's pair, and his eyes closing. He liked the soft tension of arousal, how it spread so quickly over his body just because Jim was close.

"You know I love this, right?" he whispered, shivering slightly as Jim's hand moved up his thigh, and blue eyes were already lust filled as he met him for another kiss.
It became passionate so quickly, Sherlock's hand started to spin.


((If you want to skip till when they get there, we can~ otherwise smut~ I can go for either ^^ by the way, we move John together? Sherlock still doesn't think John loves him as more than a friend, so if John mentions that eventually, he is going to be like O.O WHAT?))

James found himself smiling in the kiss. He pulled back slightly with the same smile "I do know what you like." He said seductive and instead of pressing his lips back on sherlock's , he made his explore the man's neck. Every few seconds he sucked in some of the skin, leaving it red when he was finished.

Eventually he ended back on the thick lips of the man in front of him. His hand now slightly pressing against sherlock's crotch. Things all seemed a bit surreal, having sex in an air plane while on their way to see john... But still, it felt good as ever.

(Smut it'll be. Haha. And yes I think we can move john like we moved sebastian, it worked fine if you ask me. And haha yes indeed sherlock would be all like "how could I not deduced this" haha xD ))

"I know you do," he breathed out, his head moving to the side, letting Jim have more space on his neck, his senses were tingling in delight.

Pale fingers moved down Jim's jaw and neck, slowly opening his shirt, he needed to feel the skin under his touch. His hips buckled up when Jim cupped his crotch, a soft moan parting his lips.
"I'm impatient already," he laughed a bit at himself.

He looked swiftly towards the pilot's cabin. "I think the hostess is peeping..."

James smiled against sherlock's lips, he could feel him grow harder under his hand, which was now rubbing over the fabric of his trousers. "I can tell." He laughed, sherlock was /always/ impatient.

Some more kisses were given and received and james moaned a bit when sherlock's cold hands moved over his chest.

He looked up and over his shoulder. His first thought was "well let's give her something to watch then." But he knew just how fond sherlock was when it came down to privacy. Especially when it came down to sex.

"One second, baby." He groaned against sherlock's lips and he licked over the whole of his neck before lifting himself off his seat. Arrogant his hands slipped into his pocket as he walked to the front of the plane. Behind the curtain he indeed found the hostess, cheeks flushed red. James couldn't make up whether she got excited herself, or just got ashamed at being caught. Perhaps both.

"Look, miss Rivers, I won't make this hard on you." His voice was deep and very serious. "You better stare out of that window for the next hour or else I'll pick your eyes out with a spoon." The woman in front of him 's eyes widened. She knew her boss was capable of doing so. Terrified she nodded "yes, boss." Her shaking voice said. "They'd made such good golf balls." James added before turning his back and disappearing behind the curtain again.

Once he was able to see sherlock's face again he smiled, uncertain whether he heard the conversation or not. He lowered himself next to the tall man and spoke in a dimmed voice. "Sorry about that. Now where were we?"

Sherlock whimpered when he lost Jim's warmth, his neck was oversensitive now and he arched needily, wishing his boyfriend hadn't pulled away at all.

He heard the conversation going on behind the courtain and felt a shiver run up his spine, Jim's menacing voice was arousing him farther and he had no idea why. He had heard it many times, and in rather serious situations, but now it was having a very different effect.

He took his shirt off, and undid the button and zipper of his trousers, smirking at Jim when he walked back.
"Just fuck me already, will you?" he said, shutting him up with a needy kiss, as he pushed him to the nearest seat. He then proceeded to climb on him and straddled his lap.

James smirked at the eagerness of the other, so typical. His hands sliding over Sherlock's chest to his back and down to his sides. Kisses filled with passion and willingness were shared and James could feel himself grow hard.

He wanted to reply to Sherlock's command but the other's lips were already shutting him up while the taller man climbed up on him. James get loose of his own shirt and unzipped his trousers as well. He wanted this just as much.

The kisses were quick to become eager and passionate, Sherlock's hands were moving down Jim's chest, pinching his nipples just slightly, and enjoying the small reactions he would get from him.

Soon he was grinding his hips down, needy of the friction.

"You have lube?" he asked, licking his lips, his body moving close, and it still wasn't close enough.

Every time his nipple got pinches James hissed, though it was mixed with a moan. As Sherlock pressed down, his own hips bucked up. God, this was almost too much.

James pointed to his hand luggage just next to the seat. "You're a lucky man." He whispered.

He looked back at Jim: "I know I am," he muttered in a sensual tone he had no control over, his hand reaching out for the hand luggage, fingers slipping in what could be the most suitable place to put something like that.

"You have to treat me gently... this is the first time..." he said, eyes mischievous as he looked at Jim and handed him the lube with a condom. He was not scared, he wasn't scared of sex any more.
He was looking forward to it instead.

James couldn't help but laugh at Sherlock's comment, it was ever so cute.

Once handed the lube and condom he frowned a little. Sherlock burst with confident, it wasn't much like him. But Of course James would not decline the offer. "I will." he reassured him.

Slowly his hands made Sherlock's pants drop all the way. His finger running along the crack between his buttocks. Some preparing was definitely in order. Smoothly he nudged his finger in between the muscular opening and began loosening Sherlock up while his lips desperately felt the need to attach to Sherlock's.

After a few minutes james had now 2 fingers inside of him, enough to get it going, he figured.
His own pants were already off and he quickly opened the condom, enrolling it on himself. He knew just how important this moment was, and god, did he wanted this.

James grabbed Sherlock at the hips, pulling him into position. Sherlock was on top of him, so some corporation was in order. "Okay, ready?" He groaned while he bucked his hips, making the head of his erection enter Sherlock.

Sherlock's head was filled with feelings, his thoughts had dissappeared, there was only this ocean of impulses that he could not understand.
He had learned that sex could be mind blowing, but the feeling of Jim's fingers inside him was something he was unprepared to understand.
It was like a new set of nerves had been involved altogether.

By the time Jim pulled his fingers away he was panting, cheeks flushed and eyes gleamy.
"Jim," he whispered, moving over him as if in a daze, eyes widening only when he felt the tip of Jim's erection penetrate him.

"More," he whimpered, he needed to feel more, he didn't care about the pain, he pushed himself down forcibly until he could feel Jim was all the way buried inside him and he moaned loudly in pain and pleasure.

James gasped at the tightness that surrounded him when Sherlock went down. It hurt him as well, since things weren't loose enough and he barely fit in. It made him squeak just a little. He took one hand of Sherlock's hip and slung it around his neck while his other was kept in place.

Gentle but steady he started to thrust, smoother every time he went back in. He was withdrawing almost completely to then pound back in with force. His eyes half opened in pleasure while his teeth gritted in Sherlock's shoulders playfully.

The squeak made Sherlock look at Jim curiously, he couldn't really think straight, but there was a smile on his lips for a moment. "Too much for you?" he teased, not sure where he had found the strength to do it.

But then Jim was moving, his hips were shaking, taking in the thrusts, and he was arching his back. He couldn't believe it. He couldn't believe the way his fingers were curling, overwhelmed by the shocks of pleasure.

"God, Jim, yes," he whimpered, hands grabbing the other's shoulders, he was trying to balance himself somehow.

James laughed at sherlock's comment but lacked of words. His moans were all he was able to bring out at this moment

The arm around his shoulder now slid down over the man's chest until it reached his erection. James gripped his fingers around it and moved them with the same rhythm that he was thrusting.

Sherlock gasped when Jim's fingers wrapped around his erection, his hands reaching out to grab the other's shoulders, trying to balance himself as he moved up and down on his lap.

He wasn't going to last long, he knew because he could recognize the bundle of pleasure that was forming in his chest, he could feel the strength of the need to build up to it, moving faster and harder against Jim.

"Jim, God, Jim," he moaned, throwing his head back, he had no idea it could feel like this.

"Do it." James groaned, he needed Sherlock to orgasm because he wasn't going to last much longer himself. The friction he got from the tight whole surrounding him was almost too intense.

His moans and whispers of the detective's name by now were so loud, he was sure anyone in the plane could hear them. None of it were his concerns at the moment though. He felt little drips of sweat run down over the back of his neck and he pounded in and out of Sherlock insanely fast. He could cum any second now.

It was with a loud groan that Sherlock arched his back and came, his head thrown back, his eyes to the ceiling and his whole body shaking in pleasure, pure pleasure. He had no idea he would have liked this so much, but again Jim had managed to surprise him.

"Jim," he whimpered, ready to collapse, his hands gripping the other's shoulders, trying to hold on long enough for his lover to come as well.

The tightness that Sherlock's orgasm created was enough to push James over the edge. A few uncontrollable thrusts happened before he pounded in and kept still a few seconds. He groaned and his hands grabbed whatever they could get their hold on. One dug in to the detective's hair while his other hand cupped the left side of Sherlock's waist.

"Gooddd.. yes...Sherlock..." was all he managed to bring out and his whole body was trembling with pleasure.