Spring Break (iamsherlocked/James Moriarty)

"Why do you need to be distracted?" His fingers found Jim's cheek and touched him tenderly.

"Boredom." Jim said. "I get bored pretty easily, you see." He felt a bit awkward telling this to the stranger in his bed. "And if I don't get enough distraction, I.." He cleared his throat. "I can be a bit of a pain."

Jim shivered slightly under Sherlock's touch, leaning in to it. He had to get used to it, this touching, but he was liking it.

"I'm the same way," Sherlock said, looking into the other boy's eyes. "If I'm not constantly invested in understanding something, I get bothersome as well, or at least I've been told." Sherlock marveled at the similarities he seemed to share with Jim, he wouldn't have deduced that. He had known Jim was special, but not so similar.

" Then I guess we're just alike, you and I." Jim replied. However Jim did knew Sherlock wouldn't do as dark and secret things as he had done when he had felt utterly bored. Jim couldn't help it, he got off on it, he needed it to keep his mind satisfied.

"I guess.." Sherlock looked up at the ceiling, lost in thought.

Jim felt himself getting sleepy. The sound of Sherlock's soft beathing managed to calm him down like nothing ever had before. He rolled over, wrapping his arm around his fellow student and cuddled up to him. In no time Jim had fallen asleep.

Sherlock tensed when Jim cuddled up to him, he wasn't expecting the touch. However, surprisingly he found it comforting and relaxed into it. He could tell Jim was asleep and after staying up an additional hour thinking, he finally fell asleep too.

Jim had fallen into a deep sleep, he hadn't been able to sleep this good since weeks. As he woke up the next morning he still found himself in Sherlock's arms.

Jim stroked his hand gently over Sherlock's chest as he yawned, slowly waking up. He could get used to this.

Sherlock felt Jim stirring and woke up, he was never a very deep sleeper. He opened his eyes slowly and smiled at the other boy. "Good morning." His voice was deeper and slightly raspy from sleeping.

" Hmmm morning." Jim groaned, once more sliding closer to Sherlock. He had no idea of what he should say or do next. He just enjoyed the warmth radiated between their bodies.

"Jim, do you do this often?" Sherlock was curious about this, about whether or not Jim really liked him. He was curious about the feelings he was having and entering into a sexual relationship, especially with a boy. Sherlock had never looked at his sexuality much so it was curious that he would be gay.

Jim settled his head down on Sherlock's chest. His fingertips slowly tracing little circles over the surface.

"No, no I don't." He said, thinking about his previous sexual encounters. Jim did had some, but the numbers of lovers were still countable on one hand. "Do you?" He asked in return, knowing very well Sherlock didn't had much social interaction.

Jim settled his head down on Sherlock's chest. His fingertips slowly tracing little circles over the surface.

"No, no I don't." He said, thinking about his previous sexual encounters. Jim did had some, but the numbers of lovers were still countable on one hand. "Do you?" He asked in return, knowing very well Sherlock didn't had much social interaction.

A tiny smile played across Sherlock's lips but it was gone as quickly as it appeared. "No..I've never had a sexual encounter before." He said this bluntly.

"Oh, I see." Jim muttered in return, not able to move his hands from Sherlock's body.

"Did you like it?" He asked after a brief silence. "What we did last night.. Did you enjoy it?"

Sherlock thought for a moment, the events of last night came rushing back to his head in crystal clear detail. After what seemed like a long pause Sherlock responded, "Yes...I really did like it." He flushed slightly, feeling exposed. "Did you?" He looked into Jim's eyes deeply, hoping they felt the same way.

Jim had held his breath, afraid of Sherlock's answer. What if he said no? What if he said it was fun for just one time.

He sighed in relief when Sherlock told him he did enjoy it and couldn't help but smile slightly at the idea.

Jim didn't had to think when Sherlock returned the question. "Very." He said, smiling a bit as he fluttered his eyes up meeting Sherlock's and sealing his words with a goodmorning kiss.

Sherlock kissed back eagerly. He was glad Jim didn't regret what they had done, because he wanted to do this again.

"Is there more we can do?" Sherlock pulled back and asked curiously after a moment.

Jim's eyes fluttered up to Sherlock and stared into his with still the smile on his face.
"There's so much more to do." He said soft, even thinking about what kind of things he would love to do with Sherlock, turned him on.

"Can you show me?" Sherlock had no intention of leaving Jim's dorm anytime soon. If he planned everything right, he could get Jim to stay long enough to miss his plane to Ireland for the weekend. A slightly evil smile crossed his face quickly.

"If you'd like." Jim replied a bit surprised at the question. He didn't expect Sherlock to be suggesting these things, let alone asking him to show him. But he was flattered and willing to do whatever Sherlock wanted him to. Jim didn't think about time, he figured he had time enough to get his flight later this day.

Sherlock nodded his head, signaling that he would indeed like if Jim would show him how to do things. He leaned up and kissed Jim quickly and reassuringly.

"Well this.." Jim said reaching up to kiss Sherlock back. "Let's now waste any time." His hand slid down over Sherlock's chest and caresses his hips.

Sherlock pushed his hips into Jim's hands. Letting his own hands explore the others chest, tracing patterns down his sides and finally resting on Jim's hips.

Jim groaned their hips together, making their still naked skin rub over eachother. The friction was enough to get Jim started.

He shivered as he felt those long, pale fingers sliding down and stopping at his hips. "Don't stop there." He moaned, before pulling Sherlock in for a passionate and lustful kiss.