Back from the Dead (Sherlock)

John was surprised at Sherlock's good-natured response, he would have expected him to sulk at least, instead he brushed it off as it was nothing. Always Sherlock. Only he could surprise him continuously.

He still felt guilty though, so he complied even a bit too promptly at the order.
"Alright," he muttered, walking around the bed and taking the other's good hand, his fingers caressing the skin softly.

"We'll make you better... so don't worry," he muttered, and leaned in to kiss his lips, looking at the door suspiciously when he pulled away, he was still afraid someone would come to kick him out. "And I am afraid we will have to get married, Sherlock..." he said simply, sitting by the bed.

Sherlock squeezed John's hand, quite hard. It just felt good to have him nearby. He wasn't exactly happy about having a useless arm but he knew he could get through anything as long as he had John's support.

And when he heard him mention marriage, Sherlock knew he had John for life, that he could always count on him, that he would always be there for him.

"Was that a proposal John Watson?" He asked with a grin.

John blushed a bit, but when he saw Sherlock's grin he realized he wouldn't get rejected if it actually was. "Not really, it would be a bit too shabby as one, wouldn't it?" he joked softly, "Even though considering we've lived together for a few years before the fall, it would be about time," he added with a soft laugh.

"It's just that... they wouldn't let me come in... and they wouldn't tell me how you were... I had to call Mycroft to force them to disclose..." he explained, shaking in anger at the memory. "I hated that."

Sherlock gave John a lopsided grin and traced the shape of his knuckles idly with his thumb.

"Quite right too," he said teasingly. "If you're going to propose you'd have to do it properly. Otherwise I'd simply say no."

Sherlock shook his head, annoyed that John should be treated in that way. "No, that's not right," he muttered. "You should be my next of kin John, you're everything to me...if getting married would help then I think we should bloody do it." Sherlock chuckled in amazement. "Never thought I'd hear myself say that...you've really made me quite crazy John."

John pouted a bit at Sherlock's words. "Who says I should be the one proposing?" he protested, but then laughed a bit. It was insane to be talking about this.

He looked at him with a grin. "I know... I... would have never thought I'd hear you say that at all... you really fooled me to believe you would never love anyone.." he muttered, caressing the other's hair off his forehead.

"I would prefer this won't happen again at all though..." he added with a tiny smile. "I knew that you were not in danger of your life... but I was so worried I almost passed out... I've never felt that way..."

Sherlock smirked, amused by the whole conversation. So John wanted him to propose did he? Right...well maybe one day he just would...

"I didn't think I could love anyone," he admitted, leaning into John's touch. "But you're different anyway. You're not...you're not just anyone."

Sherlock nodded, trying to sit up a little in bed. "You're right. We'll have to be more careful. I should have took the gun, or I should have had you do it. I...I guess I was trying to show off. Sometimes I can't help myself."

John leaned closer, cupping the other's cheek. "I am glad you did... learn... to love me..." he whispered, because he could not bring himself to regret what had happened between them. "Even though I am even more scared to lose you now," he admitted, kissing his lips.

He frowned at Sherlock's words and shook his head. "No, I should have just shot Moran, he probably deserved it... who knows how many people he has killed..."

Sherlock squeezed John's hand. "You won't lose me. Although I'm surprised you still want me with a useless arm," he grinned.

"When can I come home anyway?" he asked and struggled to sit up. "This place is dull."

John's heart clenched in his chest when Sherlock commented about his arm. "I would get married to you this moment just so I can be with you in the hospital and you think I care about a bloody arm?" he snapped, taking in a deep breath to calm down. "Don't say it's useless... we don't know yet..." he added, a bit more calmly.

He tried to keep Sherlock down, he really didn't need to move now. "Tomorrow they will check your arm, and I imagine we can go then... you have to rest for today... you are filled with sedatives now, that's why you don't feel the pain... but it will come, so I suggest you rest as much as possible now..."

Sherlock sighed angrily and rolled his eyes.

"Tomorrow," he groaned. "What am I supposed to do till then? I'm bored John. Bored already. Entertain me." Suddenly an idea came to him. He glanced towards the door, then squeezed John's hand, leaning in closer with a wicked grin. "I know how you can entertain me..." and he raised his eyebrows up and down suggestively.

John looked at him disbelieving, he knew Sherlock was new to the joys of sex, but he didn't think that he would suggest to do it in a public place. "You can't be serious..."

"They are going to kick me out again... and... you can't possibly move..." he protested, licking his lips. There were a few things he could do to make time pass quicker though, and who cared if they got caught? They were together, they could do what they wanted.

"What are you suggesting exactly?"

Sherlock shrugged.

"I'm not sure. You're the expert..." He nodded towards the blinds on the door. "I think you should shut the blinds though..." Then he peeled back the sheet he was lying underneath. "And then I think you should get into bed...and...well...the rest is up to you....doctor..." He winked at John cheekily.

John was moving towards the door before he could even think about an excuse not to, he shut the blinds and locked the door, even though he was sure they would have the key on the other side.
He moved closer to Sherlock's bed then and debated whether to really slid into it. He felt a lot like a kid, sneaking behind his parents to have sex.

"I am just as inexperienced as you are, you know... I didn't even have time to research about sex at all..." he protested, and kicked off his shoes and trousers before he moved under the covers. Ever more practical.

Sherlock watched with an excited smile as John leapt up to close the blinds, then watched appreciatively as John removed his trousers and slipped into bed with him. It was only a tiny single bed but that made it all the more intimate. Sherlock lifted up his good arm and wrapped it around John, bringing him in close for a cuddle.

"Hmmm, this is nice..." he whispered. "I suppose there's not much I can do tied up to machines and with one arm not working....I can still do this though..." And he reached down with his good hand to grab in between John's legs.

John didn't expect that, he thought they were going to talk about it and well, clearly, it wasn't happening. He groaned when he felt his crotch getting squeezed, and he pressed his face in the other's neck.

"Mm... don't need much else..." he said with a smirk, nuzzling the other's ear. His own hand moving down and caressing Sherlock's thigh teasingly. "You should try not to overdo it though..."

Sherlock continued to massage John's crotch, feeling his erection growing harder in his hand. He gasped as he felt John's fingers brush against his inner thigh, a particularly sensitive area for him, as he'd discovered recently.

"Mmm, I know..." he replied. "But I'm afraid I want you John....and so I must have you..."

"I've always known you were a spoiled brat," he teased him, burying his head in the other's neck, kissing and nibbling at the skin he found there, his hips instinctively moving towards the other man's hand.

"Will you be satisfied by my hand?" he asked, his fingers still very teasing, moving over the bulge on Sherlock's hospital gown, but not quite giving in to touches.

"Hmm, I am..." Sherlock smiled and leaned into John's kisses as they danced across his neck, making him feel so warm and alive. John pushed his hips into his hand and he began to manipulate his wrist up and down, working the other man's hard on.

He gasped as John's hand crept down and gently teased between his legs, feeling himself growing painfully hard immediately. "Your hand is one of the most satisfying parts of your body," he purred.

John couldn't help the chuckle, even though it came out a bit shaky as Sherlock started moving up and down his arousal. Damn, he felt almost ashamed of how easy he was.

"I thought you'd prefer my mouth..." he teased back, finally cupping Sherlock's crotch and realizing he was hard already. Good.
He took his hand away and reached behind Sherlock, finding the opening in the back, he slid his hand there and moved around him again under the cloth.
"Here we are..." he whispered, fingers wrapping around the other man's shaft.

"Well yes...mouth is good too...I might just shove you under the sheets, you never know..." Sherlock growled into John's ear.

The tickling sensation between his thighs was quite distracting. Sherlock parted his legs slightly to allow John access from the back, and finally the doctor's hand found its way around his needy erection. He groaned and thrust his hips into John's hand. "Do it...do it..." he moaned. "Don't tease me..."

"Demanding, aren't we..." he joked, his breathing coming out in pants on the other's neck. "How about you kiss me first?" he asked, his mouth slowly sliding over his jaw, moving closer to the detective's lips.

His hand tight around the other's erection now, slowly, very slowly, he started pumping it. He had no idea why he was enjoying teasing Sherlock so much at the moment. It was brilliant though, to feel him lean into him with some sort of desperation.

Sherlock twisted his head towards John's and clumsily pressed their lips together, darting his tongue into the doctor's mouth hungrily tasting him.

Yet John's hand was still teasing and playful. Sherlock was aching, exploding with passion. He writhed and wriggled, pushing himself towards his lover. "Damn it John..." he mumbled into the kiss. "Faster..." and as if to encourage him, Sherlock picked up his own pace and began pumping hard around John's cock.

John couldn't help but grin at Sherlock's behavior, it was wonderful in so many ways, he felt in control and ah, what the detective was doing with his hand was just oh so pleasurable.

"Yes, okay," he whispered, finally giving in, starting to move his hand in time with Sherlock's.
He knew he wasn't going to last long anyway, especially not when he was buried in the other's scent and his senses felt completely surrounded by Sherlock.

Sherlock gasped as John increased his pace, and opened his mouth wider in a passionate kiss, their tongues dancing together playfully.

Then he pulled away and nibbled at the soft skin on John's neck, as he felt himself quickly building to a climax, his own hand still furiously pumping away, bringing John closer to the edge also.

John was glad Sherlock pulled away at some point because he could hardly breathe, his orgasm already building in his chest and he was trying to focus very hard on keeping up with the movements of his hand.

"Sherlock... God..." he whimpered, biting on the other's shoulder as he felt himself come apart. His whole body shaking as pleasure washed over him.