Spring Break (iamsherlocked/James Moriarty)

Jim smirked wide, taking a few steps back to Sherlock could fully look at him. Also taking a few steps closer to the bed.

"Oh, aren't there some.. experiments.. you'd like to do with me?" Jim said even more teasingly.

"There are quite a few." Sherlock drawled, pulling Jim down towards him and capturing his lips in a lusty kiss.

Jim's arms wrapped around Sherlock's body, pulling them even closer then Sherlock had done already. He leveled the kiss with equal passion. God, had he missed those lips while he'd been away.

Sherlock moved his hands down Jim's sides, settling at his hips. He continued to kiss him, his tongue invading Jim's mouth.

Jim let his own tongue dance around Sherlock's for a whole, pulling them both as close as possible.

"Well." He groaned in between the kiss. "Let's not waste any more time then." He whispered playfully.

Sherlock smiled, catching Jim's eye. "Let's not" he drawled, unbuttoning Jim's shirt.

Jim on his turn began to do the same, eagerly taking the other's clothes off.
Once he was done with Sherlock's shirt, his hand slid down and cupped his crotch through the fabric of the trousers he was wearing.

Sherlock inhaled sharply, biting his lip and looking at Jim, he was immediately getting harder. "You're so fucking sexy." Sherlock growled.

Jim grinned starting to pull them both to the bed. "Thanks." He said as he sat down on the edge of bed, pulling Sherlock on top of him. "Not to mention how irresistible you are." He complimented Sherlock before pulling him back in for a kiss.

Sherlock kissed back eagerly, grinding his hips down on Jim. He was elated that they were back together, he had really been miserable thinking that Jim would never be with him again in this way.

Jim moaned in their kissing, the grinding of Sherlock's hips was almost too much. He could barely believe how he went from being shy to what he was doing now. But Jim loved every moment of it and began opening up his trousers, eagerly, and once he opened them, his hand moved to open Sherlock's.

Sherlock gladly let Jim undo his trousers, during this process his hand slid inside Jim's pants. He wrapped his fingers around the other boy's length and began to stroke in steady motions, he loved the feel of Jim. It sent tingles of electricity down his spine, making him shiver.

Jim gasped and a moan managed to slip out as well. Sherlock seemed to be a fast learner, and Jim could only approve on it. "God, you're good." He complimented Sherlock, his body trembling more with every new stroke of Sherlock's hand.

Jim moved his own, gently and teasingly stroking over Sherlock's length. God he loved this, his own hands on Sherlock, and more important, Sherlock's hands on him.

Sherlock smiled when Jim complimented him, he was glad to know he wasn't completely out of his league in this whole fore play situation. He leaned up to kiss Jim as a response to his compliment. When he felt Jim's hands teasingly stroking his own length he couldn't help but let out a little moan of satisfaction. He caught eyes with Jim and purred, "Well I did learn from the best." His lips formed a small smile.

Sherlock's smile made Jim melt inside. There was something about it, so warm and sincere and Jim just pulled Sherlock as close as he could. "Oh the best you say?" Jim purred playfully against Sherlock's lips. "And who might that be?" He knew well enough what Sherlock meant, he just loved teasing him.

"Did they also learn you this?" Jim said, rolling over so he got on top of Sherlock. Greedy he started kissing his way down over Sherlock's chest, belly and lower abdomen. His eyes fluttered up to look at Sherlock before his tongue came out and gently licked around the tip of Sherlock's erection.

"Oh you know, this boy I met who needed help studying, well we really hit it off and he was handsome and I spent the night and he taught me some things." Sherlock's lips couldn't help but form a smile as he said this.

Sherlock shivered as Jim made his way slowly down Sherlock's chest. He whimpered slightly, the kisses and hot breath on his skin felt amazing. He let out a loud moan gripping Jim's hair as he felt Jim's tongue on his erection. He couldn't even answer Jim's question, his eyes shut in ecstasy and his stomach warm.

Jim chuckled at Sherlock's story. It seemed exactly the right description of what they had been doing. His eyes kept gazing over Sherlock's face which was already lost in pleasure as it seemed. God how he loved that face.

As he felt the hand gripping his hair, he moaned himself. He took it as a good sign to carry on and slowly licked his way down Sherlock's erection, taking it in his mouth completely. His head slowly bobbing up and down.

Sherlock shivered, the feeling of Jim's warm wet mouth around his cock was almost more than he could handle. This boy truly was gifted at what he was doing, he couldn't help but be impressed, already he was lost in a land of ecstasy. "Damn Jim." Sherlock said quietly, his voice rumbling in his chest. He tightened his grip on the others hair and urged his head up and down.

Jim worked his tongue around Sherlock's glans every time just before his head moved down again. His hands moved to Sherlock's back, wrapping them around him so he was as close as possible. When he felt Sherlock's hand starting to take over his rhythm, he was more then happy to obey to that. His lips tightened around the erection as he used more suction each time. God he loved the taste of Sherlock and couldn't help but let out a soft moan every once and a while.

Sherlock closed his eyes, allowing himself to be lost in the rhythm and increasing tightness and speed of Jim's mouth around his cock. He felt lost in this pleasure, after awhile he stammered out, "Jim..I-I'm close." His voice sounded strange to him, like it belonged to someone else, he opened his eyes again, letting them adjust to the light. He looked down at Jim, labouring over this task and couldn't help but shiver and let out a low moan of satisfaction.

Jim's eyes fluttered up to meet Sherlock's bright ones. The look on that gorgeous face only wanted him to carry on, to pleasure Sherlock even more then he was doing at the moment. And that was exactly what he was planning to do.

One hand slid down over Sherlock's back to in between his thighs. He could feel Sherlock squirm underneath his already, but Jim decided to once again add something different. He wanted Sherlock's first blow job to be remarkable. Just as he heard Sherlock's shaking voice, Jim cupped the man's balls, fumbling at them as he lips kept stroking up and down the full length.

Sherlock watched in amazement as Jim reached up and fondled his balls. His eyes widened and he let out quite a loud moan, this being almost more than he could stand. He tried to hold back as long as he could but finally he came. Yelling out Jim's name and gripping the bed sheets in both hands. His head tilted back and his eyes closed again, he was breathing heavily. He felt his body dissolve into the warm fizzy feeling of pure pleasure. His muscles felt weak and before long he had leaned back against the headboard, taking the pressure off his hands and arms.

Jim didn't even pull back when he started to feel Sherlock's orgasm kick in. His eyes fluttered up, just enjoying the pleasure that was so clearly visible on Sherlock's face. His hands tightened around Sherlock's hips, nails in his skin when he felt his semen hit the back of his throat.

Once done he retrieved himself, panting a little but satisfied to see the bliss state Sherlock seemed to be in. He flopped down onto the bed, next to his boyfriend. "I could get used to mornings like this." Jim whispered playfully.

Sherlock bit his lip, attempting to suppress the moan that was building, Jim's nails in his skin being both acutely painful and pleasurable. Sherlock turned over and laid on his back carefully, staring at the ceiling, enjoying the warm sweaty presence of the boy next to him. He laughed a little before responding, "I could too."

Jim smiled back at Sherlock who was still panting next to him. He had always known this person was an interesting one, but could have never imagined things would be this interested.

"Hey eh, I just remembered something." Jim began, running his hand through Sherlock's hair. "There's this last day of spring-break party tonight. Emma asked me to come, would you like coming with me?" Even though he knew Sherlock wasn't a party type, it was worth the try. "Molly was going as well." He added, knowing it was one of the few Sherlock could tolerate.