Spring Break (iamsherlocked/James Moriarty)

Sherlock matched the pace of his kisses, getting more confident as they progressed. He put both his hands on Jim's waist and pulled him closer down on top of him, letting one of his hands stray to his hair and play around with it while still kissing him.

Jim made himself comfortable sitting on Sherlock, his own hips slightly bucking up. He could feel Sherlock was aroused, but so was he. He deepened the kiss again, adding more passion then he had ever done so before.

His hand slid up and down Sherlock's side, every now and then brushing along his pale skin as his shirt accidentally slid up as well. It sent shivers down Jim's spine.

Sherlock let out a quiet moan as Jim began rubbing his sides. It made goosebumps cover his skin and he felt this driving need to have more of Jim. Kissing Jim felt good, even letting his mouth be penetrated by the other's tongue was a strangely satisfying sensation. He wondered if there was more, he felt like he needed more, he was getting increasingly restless as they continued to kiss passionately.

Jim broke off the kiss and moved his lips to Sherlock's cheeks, kissing them gently. He then moved down to his jawline, neck and collarbone. Leave a trail of kisses and soft nibbles down his skin. The taste of his skin made Jim long for ever more. His hand slid under Sherlock's shirt exploring the area all the way up to his nipples. Jim's fingers ended up playing with them for a few moments before he retrieved his hand from underneath and started to unbutton the other's shirt.

Sherlock watched in awe with the ease in which Jim undressed him. He helped shrug his shirt off and began undoing the buttons shakily on the other's shirt. He wanted to keep up and not appear so naive. He leaned up to kiss him, smiling slightly as he looked into the other boy's eyes. He loved those eyes, they were so warm and alive, they made him feel that way too. All he wanted was to soak up as much of Jim Moriarty as possible.

Jim let his own shirt fall off with ease. He then lowered himself back onto Sherlock, their skin meeting in a warm friction that drove Jim crazy. His kisses were now more demanding then before, his hand still caressing every bit on skin on Sherlock's side. Jim could feel the desire of having Sherlock as close as possible growing stronger.

Sherlock let Jim take the lead, just trying to keep up. His entire body felt like it was electric. All he wanted was Jim to keep doing what he was doing. The feeling of Jim on top of him was ecstasy. He put his own hands on both sides of the other boy's chest, running them up and down, relishing the soft feel of Jim's skin.

Jim kissed Sherlock with every bit of passion he could find. His hand now worked its way down Sherlock's chest while he enjoyed the other's touching as well. Almost instinctively Jim pressed down his own hips, grinding them slightly against Sherlock, implying he soon might need more friction,

Sherlock let out a little moan when Jim grinded against him. He found that every second they continued to grind and kiss he wanted more. All rational thought had gone out the window and now he was succumbing to his carnal instincts, he started kissing and biting Jim's neck, biting him hard.

A loud moan shot off Jim's lips as he felt Sherlock's teeth dig in his skin. As a reaction his hips bucked even more. Jim's hand slid down over Sherlock's chest and ended up between the man's legs. He cupped his crotch, feeling the other's erection through the fabric of his trousers. Jim's hand rubbed over it for a few moments, before he decided to open up Sherlock's trousers. Slowly unbuttoning and unzipping them...

Sherlock broke contact with Jim's neck to look down at what the other man was doing. A wave of fear mixed with excitement ran through him. No one had ever touched him there before, besides himself. He wanted to tell Jim to stop, but at the same time he was afraid if he told him that, that they wouldn't have another chance like this. "J-Jim..?" it was all Sherlock could do to get this to pass from his lips, the pleasure and fear and excitement and confusion were all too great.

Jim opened up the other's trousers. His hand started at the middle of Sherlock's chest. Slowly but ever so sensual he ran it down. "If you want me to stop, you have to say it now." He said, his hand reaching Sherlock's lower abdomen.

He was breathing heavily, his mind was racing at warp speed, he couldn't say no, not now. He honestly felt like saying no would kill him. The look on Jim's face too, it was so devilish and charming at the same time. He felt like regardless of the little amount of information he had on this man, he was in somewhat safe hands, or at least, pleasurable ones. Finally he managed to get out, "D-don't stop, please don't."

Jim's hands were shaking in anticipation, he kept running them down and wouldn't stop unless Sherlock told him too. As he got permission he dipped them down, into Sherlock's pants. His fingers ran down over Sherlock's length, slowly gripping around it.

Sherlock inhaled sharply, letting his breath out slowly. He felt light-headed and he closed his eyes, savoring the feeling of Jim's hand as it slowly ran down his length.

Gently he moved his hand up and down, his lips trailing sweet kisses down Sherlock's jaw. Jim's own arousal was throbbing painfully in his pants. He could only hope Sherlock would want to take this a step further.

Sherlock ran a hand through Jim's hair, biting his lip to keep from moaning. He had let Jim take the lead as he didn't know what to do, had never done any of this before. He found himself questioning why he hadn't done this before, it was so amazing. Maybe he just hadn't found the right person? But he really didn't know Jim at all...again, he couldn't focus on his thoughts because of the amazing sensation of Jim jerking him off.

Jim removed himself for just a few seconds, he took Sherlock's trousers and boxers off completely, giving him better access. His hand then gripped back around his erection, moving it quicker then it had before.

Jim loved the look on Sherlock's face. He could clearly tell the other was enjoying his actions and Jim decided that he'd take things easy on this guy.

Sherlock whimpered in pleasure, gripping the bed sheets and tensing his whole body up. It felt so damn good. He didn't want this to ever end.

Jim's hand sped up even more, his lips caressing Sherlock's neck and collarbone. His other hand stroking where ever it was able to touch Sherlock's skin.

Sherlock buried his face in Jim's neck. "Oh fuck Jim..." it felt so good, he couldn't help by twitch in pleasure. He bit down on Jim's neck, taking in the taste of salt and cologne. He felt his own hands moving to Jim's trousers, wanting to get them off, wanting to be completely naked with this man.

Jim gasped for air as he felt Sherlock's teeth digging into his neck. It turned him on, more then it should in the first place.

"Let me help you with that." He muttered, undoing and taking off his own clothes, exposing himself completely to the guy underneath him.

Sherlock smiled, no longer nearly as nervous as he had been, although still tentative about stroking the other man, as he'd never done this with anyone before. He slid his hand down Jim's body until reaching his cock, he hesitated there before beginning to stroke him tenderly.

Jim lowered himself back half next to Sherlock, half back on his body. He moaned embarrassingly loud as he felt Sherlock's tall fingers grasp around his throbbing erection. "Go faster." He demanded Sherlock, he needed more friction to keep his lustful feeling satisfied.

Sherlock immediately began moving his hand faster up and down the length of Jim's cock. He found he was getting more aroused by jerking him off. He kissed Jim passionately letting his tongue explore the inside of his mouth, completely taken over by this carnal expression of passion and lust.