Arduis Fidelis (TheBlogger/Sherlock Holmes)

John laughed at Sherlock. Despite them both being injured, they had a good result.

John then bought the tea and toast into the bedroom. It was strange being in Sherlock's bedroom - it was very organised compared to the rest of the house. He set it down near Sherlock and cheekily spoke; "Hear you are - your majesty!"

John pulled the covers and climbed into bed - feeling the lack of heat from his friend - he shivered. "God - you are cold. You know what is good for warming yourself up?"

Sherlock got into bed, still feeling some pain from the wound in his shoulder although it was considerably better after the strong painkillers John had administered. He sighed and turned on the bedside light. There wasn't much chance of being able to sleep. He closed his eyes and began to recite the elements of the Periodic Table backwards. It was Sherlock's version of counting sheep. Sometimes it helped.

He was interupted by John appearing at his side, armed with tea and toast. He sat up with a smile and took the tea gratefully, taking a sip before putting it back down on the small table next to his bed. Then he took a bite on the toast as John climbed in beside him. For some reason it didn't seem strange being in bed with his friend. They'd grown so close over the years it was as if it was the most natural thing in the world.

"Hmm, exercise is good," Sherlock replied thoughtfully, "Warm drinks, hot food, hot water bottles, blankets and duvets, radiators, fire..." He trailed off, thinking.

John smirked at the the fact that Sherlock was being very polite and considerate.

John nodded. "They all good ideas, but in extreme weathers cuddling is also fairly acceptable. Since we both have shock - maybe we should share each others body heat. I'll be gentle."

Sherlock considered John's offer. He wasn't averse to cuddling. He just didn't do it very often. In fact, he couldn't actually remember the last time he hugged anyone. Must have been when he was a kid, he realised. He shrugged away the thought and nodded silently. John was quite right. Although Sherlock didn't particularly feel like he was in shock, he had just been stabbed, and it was bloody freezing so a cuddle didn't seem like anything odd.

He shuffled along the bed and into John's arms, their cool bare chests pressed against each other. John was already considerably warmer than him so it felt nice to snuggle up into his arms. Sherlock sighed contentedly.
"It's not too bad," he admitted.

John finished his tea and was contemplating the possibility of tracheal oedema when he felt Sherlock shuffling next to him. John then smirked.

"Bloody hell Sherlock, you are freezing." John placed an arm around Sherlock; and then unintentionally ran his hand through Sherlock's hair.

"Just relax, it's easy then." John's heart was racing, he should not be feeling this for his friend. "Besides getting injured, it's been a good night. Missed the action."

Sherlock settled his head onto John's chest, his friend's arms wrapped round him, holding him close. He felt warm and safe, and quite relaxed now. His hand fell rested on John's stomach near his belly button and he listened curiously to his friend's heartbeat.

"You've got a loud heart John," he commented, "Loud and...fast. Are you still excited from all this adventure? Is it getting too much for you," he teased.

John felt Sherlock's head on his chest - God he loved Sherlock's hair and now Sherlock was cuddling him. His heart rate increased quickly,

John blushed at Sherlock's comment; "Uhm. Yeah I guess so, am older than you and a little out of practice."

John looked down, and really wanted to kiss him. So he gently kissed his scalp. "Thanks for saving my bacon."

Sherlock cuddled in closer, enjoying the warmth from John now radiating through his own body. He shuddered slightly as he felt John's lips press down onto the top of his head.

Then he shifted himself around to look up into John's eyes. "Hmm. No problem. Thanks for saving mine...I'd still be sat there with a knife in my shoulder if it wasn't for you Doctor." He grinned.

John smiled deeply, he was becoming a little bit aroused by the situation and shifted to hide it.

"Oh Sherlock, you give me too much credit. Greg would have sent you to hospital."

John missed Sherlock and now he was back - it was good.

Sherlock leant up and pressed his lips against John's temple, returning the small kiss that John had given him moments earlier.

"Thank you John," he whispered softly. "For everything." Then he moved back down and buried his head into John's shoulder again, listening to his pounding heart beat.

John blushed slightly, he was not expecting Sherlock to return the kiss. His heart felt like it was going to come out of his chest.]

"You are welcome" John drew Sherlock closer, and began subconsciously rubbing Sherlock's arm. John was not particularly tired now he was settled.

"Tell me Sherlock, have you ever made love with anyone?"

Sherlock felt his cheeks flush red at the question and he buried his face further into John's chest to hide his embarrassment, positively squirming.

"No..." he mumbled, before adding rather defensively. "Never wanted to. It's stupid and pointless."

John held a small giggle; Sherlock was definitely blushing. It did not take a genius to deduce that.

"Oh, making love is not pointless. It's fun, like an experiment. Testing different things out, seeing what works and doesn't work." John smiled lightly, his own body was showing signs of slight arousal. A bit not good.

Sherlock's body was pressed right up against John's. He could sense every small movement in his friend's body and so when he felt a slight twitch occuring somewhere between John's thighs it didn't take him long to work out what was going on. John was apparently getting rather excited by this conversation. Sherlock was amused and decided to pursue it further.

"So what works for you then John?" he teased, casually running his long slender fingers softly down John's back, suddenly rather interested to find out what was making his friend so aroused.

John blushed slightly and felt Sherlock's smirk. John automatically shifted closer to Sherlock; he was contemplating how sex could be with Sherlock when his friend's voice broke his thoughts.

John then shivered as Sherlock ran his hands over his back; "Uhm. The usual I guess - touching certain areas with different parts of the body, thinking about certain things that I would do with my partner."

Sherlock smiled and sighed, rolling his eyes slightly.

"What kind of things John?" he asked in a bored voice. "Be more specific please." He could hear John's heartrate increasing steadily. He was quite enjoying this, he decided. He'd never realised before that he had this kind of effect on his flatmate.

John smiled and laughed, it was amusing to see that the Genius Detective knew nothing about sex except from books. John would enjoy explaining things.

"W..well I enjoy pleasuring my partner and then they pleasure me - mutual mast..masturbation. Oral sex is quite nice too."

John's bulge was getting bigger, he was imagining Sherlock pleasuring him.

"Some people use toys, but..but I prefer manual handling, touches and strokes."

As he listened to John's description of some of his favourite sexual activities, Sherlock suddenly felt a small twitching and tingling in his boxers. It took him quite a while to realise what was happening. It had been so long since he'd had an erection he'd almost forgotten what it was like.

He felt his cheeks flushing red and he tried to shuffle his hips backwards away from John, hoping he wouldn't notice the change that had come over him. It appeared that John's words were turning him on, he noted with interest. What that meant exactly was another matter altogether. For now he just hoped he could conentrate and make it go away. Think about something else, he told himself. Anything other than the words he was hearing.

John felt warmth from Sherlock and smirked, wondering where this would lead. Could end in two ways - sexual experience for them both or Sherlock running away from his feelings.

John then looked up and held Sherlock's face and kissed him on the lips; a little more forceful than he hoped. John's own arousal was leaning to him needing to relieve himself.

Sherlock was lost in his own thoughts, his eyes closed, struggling to rid his mind of the filthy images racing through it. Suddenly he felt John move closer. Then something warm pressed against his lips.

Sherlock's eyes snapped open. John was there. Right there. His face millimetres away, their lips pushed together. John was kissing him. Kissing him! And what's more, Sherlock liked it. First of all his body tensed, then he felt himself respond slightly, relaxing his muscles one by one, pursing his lips to meet John's kiss. It was...enjoyable.

John felt the detective respond to the kiss and prowled further, holding Sherlock's curls, caressing them - he then inserted his tongue and explored inside Sherlock's mouth.

He tasted so nice, considering John had never done this to man - he was ecstatic. His own erection was throbbing, he felt slightly embarrassed, but let out a small moan.

Sherlock gasped in surprise as he felt John's wet tongue slide past his lips and into his mouth. He opened his mouth wider to receive it, then copied the actions, his own tongue darting out to dance with John's.

His hands naturally found a way to wrap themselves around John, one at the side of his head, the other on his hip, bringing them closer together. He could feel the bulge in his flatmate's boxers digging into his, as they deepened their kiss.

John felt the warmth of the other man and moaned slightly as a the kiss was returned. John subconsciously fumbled with the dressing gown that Sherlock was wearing then gently kissing his chest.

With a spare hand John's hand slid onto Sherlock's thighs, Sherlock's own arousal was showing and John produced a smirk.

Sherlock quickly shrugged off his dressing gown, suddenly eager to be closer to his flatmate. He had no idea what had come over him but John's body was so warm and inviting, his kisses so...brilliant.

He gasped as he felt John's hand brush across his thighs, and without thinking thrust his hips towards him, a loud moan escaping his lips. "Oh God..." he muttered. "This is...this is...uhhh...."

John smiled casually at the response from Sherlock and gripped him into a deep and passionate kiss, then began fiddling with the hem of Sherlock's boxers.

The other man's thrust made John's own arousal throb incessantly. "Christ..Sherlock."

John had never felt this way about another man, and was getting dizzy at the thoughts rushing through his head.