Arduis Fidelis (TheBlogger/Sherlock Holmes)

Sherlock felt John's hand at the top of his boxers and knew what was coming next. In fact he welcomed it. The bulge inside his pants was aching and throbbing with need, it felt rather tight in there.

He quickly moved his own hand and tugged them down, breathing a sigh of relief as he was released. It suddenly struck him that this was all completely crazy. He moved his head back a moment to stare into John's eyes. It was a weird feeling. Somehow it all felt...fine.

He shrugged his thoughts away and pushed their lips together again, his hands now finding their way down to John's boxers. It was unfair that he should be exposed and John not...

John had a small laugh at Sherlock's reactions to the fondling, it was quite amusing. Sherlock's heart could be heard through the quietness of the room.
John felt Sherlock pull down his boxers, with this realisation he felt that he may have had made a mistake.

"I..I have never done this with another man Sherlock."

He then leant in to kiss him passionately, whilst the other hand on Sherlock's erection, squeezing it firmly.

The passion and desire had kicked in, and Sherlock was no longer thinking clearly. All he could really focus on was the immediate situation and the fact that he wanted this to go further and he was pretty sure John did too.

He could hear the sense of worry and slight panic in his friend's voice. "Well I've never done it with anyone John so I really wouldn't worry about lack of experience here," was his curt reply.

John's lips came crashing onto his and a determined hand enveloped around his now aching erection. He had never been so hard in all his life....He mimiced his friends actions, yanking down his boxers and grabbing hold of John's erection with a small gasp at how if felt inside his hand.

John responded to Sherlock by giving a smile, he then began to caress Sherlock's erection a bit further, small gentle strokes then increasing in speed.

"Think of this as an experiment."

John felt Sherlock hold his erection and moaned.

Sherlock rolled onto his back as John's hand began to rub him up and down. He gasped and moaned, starting to become quite breathless. An experiment, yes. Just...stay calm...it's just an experiment.

"Oh bloody hell John...." he mumbled and bucked his hips upwards into John's hand, "It's good...."

His own hand was staying uselessly still wrapped around John's length. Now he started to move it slowly, trying to copy John's actions.

John was enjoying Sherlock's movements, and was feeling very dizzy by the whole situation. John then kissed Sherlock passionately.

He began stroking the back of Sherlock's thighs. "Fuck, you're good at that."

John let out a small laugh.

Sherlock rolled back over onto his side, leaning towards John's kiss. He wrapped a leg over John's waist and brought their bodies closer together. He was enjoying this, he decided, and he wanted more.

"It's all new to me John," he replied with a smile. "Do you think I could learn to be good at it?"

John felt the warmth of Sherlock's body and wanted to explore further and bought Sherlock closer; his own arousal was very alert to the feelings that this was producing, it was becoming uncomfortable.

"Yes, I am sure you be the best lover someone could have."

John gripped Sherlock's hair and ran his nails down Sherlock's back and then gently massaging his cheeks.

"Do you think I could be the best lover you could have?" Sherlock purred into John's ear and grabbed hold of his flatmate's erection, feeling it pulsing oddly inside his hand. He moved it briskly up and down.

"I think I want you John," he gasped and kissed John's neck, surprised by how easy he was finding this.

John smiled and looked deep into Sherlock's beautiful, mesmerizing eyes.

"You are amazing, I am certain you would be the best lover."

John then pulled and Sherlock's ear, and teased inbetween Sherlock's thighs, lifting his legs slightly tracing Sherlock's entrance.

"I want you too."

Sherlock ran a hand up and down John's back, kissing his neck and jawline eagerly. He gasped as he felt John's leg between his thighs, touching his bottom.

"Do you know what to do?" he asked, a little worried. He had a vague idea but wasn't exactly confident.

John moaned as the affection was reciprocated, Sherlock was sending shivers down his back. He smiled at Sherlock;

"I know the clinical part, but we can experiment. Do..do you have any lubricant in here?"

Sherlock pulled back from their kissing and probing, his hands reached up around John's face and cupped his chin in his hands.

"John," he grinned, "Do I look like the kind of guy who keeps lubricant in his room? This is new to me remember! Don't you have any?"

John smiled, and nodded. Feeling the warmth of Sherlock was arousing his need more. He placed a finger on Sherlock's lips and gently teased it. "I will be back soon then."

John jumped off the bed, running upstairs to his room to get the supplies and walked back in leaning on the door frame seductively.

"Sherlock, how bad do you want this? I am all yours."

It seemed lime John had been gone ages. In the meantime, Sherlocm had stripped off his boxers completely and lay back on the bed fully naked and feeling a bit self conscious of his rather large aching erection.

He was glad when John returned and leant in the doorframe seductively, it made him smile, but it also made him feel more relaxed and aroused again at the sight of John's body and the way his friend was still hard for him.

"Yes," he said quietly, sitting up in bed. "I want this..."

John smiled at Sherlock's physiological reaction to being aroused and gently knelt on the bed - he then began rubbing Sherlock's erection to increased the speed.

John began kissing Sherlock's thighs, gently pulling Sherlock's legs apart.

"This will feel a little peculiar, but try and relax."

John reached for the lube and applied it to two of his fingers before inserting one into Sherlock's tight entrance, John gently moved it further in. He smiled up at Sherlock.

"Are you okay?"

Sherlock lay back on the bed, his head rolling from side to side moaning in pleasure as John expertly began to manipulate his already hard length, the little kisses on his thighs sending shivers up and down his body.

He closed his eyes and took a deep breath, trying to relax himself. He was vaguely aware of what to expect, but it was still a shock when he felt John's probing finger push its way inside him. He gasped and felt his muscles tighten around it. Then he took a few more deep breaths and opened his eyes, staring down at John as he smiled back up at him.

"I'm OK," Sherlock replied with a small nod. "Carry on..."

John felt the tightness around his finger, it felt odd but was arousing him more. He the inserted another finger probing the area of Sherlock's prostrate; he began a rhythmic motion of thrusting in and out.
John then attempted a third finger, edging in slowly - stretching the entrance.

"God..you are so tight."

Sherlock breathed hard through his nostrils, gripping the edge of the bed as John pushed a second and a third finger deep inside him.

It was a little painful, but he gasped loudly in delight as he felt John's fingers brushing around his prostate.

"John..." he mumbled. "That's...good..."

He lifted his hips up slightly, willing John to go further.

John smirked at Sherlock's responses and began nipping at Sherlock's thighs. With one hand he opened the condom with his teeth and rolled it onto his hard, pulsating erection then began to apply liberal amounts of lube. He slipped his fingers out and nervously leant forward to kiss Sherlock passionately.

"Are you ready?"

Sherlock rolled his head from side to side, moaning John's name as his fingers worked magic.

Then he lifted up his head and stared down at him, watching with interest as he opened the condom and rolled it onto his hard length. Sherlock felt his heart rate doubling with anticipation and slight nerves.

He lay back on the pillow again as John's fingers slipped out, finding John suddenly up near him again, their tongues clashing in a kiss. He wrapped a hand around John's waist and nodded quickly.

"I'm ready."

John smiled and shuffled down the bed, lifting Sherlock's legs up and holding them firmly; he then inserted himself into Sherlock's entrance - grunting slightly as the younger man was so tight.

He pushed further in; slowly thrusting in and out. Moaning in pleasure.

"Bloody hell. You are so goddamn tight."

Sherlock kissed the top of John's head quickly, then his friend sat up and moved back down the bed and his legs were lifted in the air and spread apart. He gasped slightly, feeling the breeze of cool air between his legs, suddenly he was rather exposed. He took a deep breath and tried to relax. He trusted John and he wanted this.

He felt empty where John's fingers had been, his own erection throbbing painfully, so it was a relef when he felt the head of John's length firmly pushing its way inside. He breathed in sharply, feeling his muscles tense with the pain or being stretched and entered.

"Carry on," he said through gritted teeth, "keep going..."

John smiled at his friend; lover. Pushing through his own discomfort.He then picked up the rhythm - increasing in speed.

The tightness that Sherlock was exhibiting was turning John on more, panting with the increase in speed.

"Oh..god..fuck.."

Sherlock breathed hard through his nostrils, struggling against the pain, gasping as John filled him up completely. As they paused he felt his muscles begin to relax slightly, then John slowly moved himself in and out, and Sherlock could feel the pain start to turn into pleasure.

He looked up into John's eyes, reaching up his hands to cup his chin and bring him down into a quick but passionate kiss, before the pace of their love making was steadily increased.

Sherlock wrapped his legs up around John's back and dug in with his heels, "It's...amazing," he admitted, surprised and pleased.