Welcome Home (iamsherlocked/John Hamish Watson)

"Don't tempt me Sherlock," John muttered, sitting up slightly so he could turn to look at him and struggling out of his friends grasp. "Really...don't tempt me because....because I might do something you'll regret."

He was really getting the impulse to kiss Sherlock right now, but he was pretty certain his friend wouldn't like that. He was, after all, just teasing him. Wasn't he?

"Well there's only one way to find out if you'd regret it or not." Sherlock was interested now, very interested and he wasn't going to let John back out of this one. "I have a feeling your wrong however, there's not much you can do to make uncomfortable or happy." He looked at John, waiting to see how he would respond.

"Please Sherlock...don't," John warned, his heart starting to beat a little faster. He passed a tongue over his dry lips.

"Because...because...oh screw this," and he grabbed Sherlock by his collar bringing their lips crashing together in a rough clumsy kiss that send a shiver down his spine.

Sherlock's body tensed at the sudden impact. After a moment he returned the kiss, relaxing into it. His entire body felt like one large nerve on end. He pulled back and looked at John, not knowing what to say. He locked eyes with John and began to smile, leaning in to kiss John again, this time more tenderly.

John whimpered as Sherlock kissed him, his heart pounding wildly. He wrapped his arms around his friend's shoulders and pulled him close to deepen their kiss. Finally he pulled back, breathless and dizzy.

"I told you..." he gasped. "I told you...you shouldn't have tempted me."

Sherlock smiled before responding, "You're so cute when you're flustered." He looked at John fondly before cupping his chin in his hand and kissing him again tenderly.

John whimpered slightly as Sherlock kissed him again, wrapping his arms inside Sherlock's coat and around his back to bring them closer together.

He shuffled in his seat slightly and manouevered himself to straddle on top of Sherlock, moving his hands back round to the front and running them slowly down his chest. He broke off from the kiss and leaned to whisper in his friend's ear, "I've wanted this for so long....you won't be able to stop me now..."

Sherlock was surprised by how forward John was, he had expected him to be more timid, but it was better that John knew what he was doing, since Sherlock had barely any experience. A tiny smile came to his face before he responded, "I'm not sure I'd want to stop you." He could already feel himself getting aroused by the friction created when John straddled him.

John planted hungry kisses along Sherlock's jawline, neck and shoulders, then began to fiddle with the buttons on his shirt.

"You can't expect to just waltz in here Sherlock," he mumbled between kisses."After all this time, me thinking you were bloody dead...and not...get some kind of punishment."

Sherlock's eyebrows shot up in surprise, punishment? What John was doing didn't seem like a punishment, far from it. He ran a hand through John's hair before responding, "Punishment? This doesn't feel like a punishment." He kissed the top of John's head lightly, nervously anticipating his response.

John could feel himself hard and aching inside his pants, his desire for Sherlock now overwhelming and all encompassing, built up over years of sexual frustration with various girlfriends, then the agony of realising too late it was Sherlock he really wanted and then now, to have him back, to have him in this position. It was almost too much.

He bent over towards Sherlock's neck, planting rough kisses all the way up to his ear before whispering into it, "I'm going to have to fuck you senseless."

Sherlock shivered at the hot breath in his ear as well as the meaning of his words as they sunk in. "John...I'-I've never done this before.." It wasn't that Sherlock didn't want it, it's just he didn't know how to get it. He could feel himself growing harder and a mix of angst and fear and excitement.

"It's OK," John panted, already breathless with excitement. He pulled back a little to look into Sherlock's eyes. "I've never done this either.....well....never done it with a man. So yeah...haven't really got a clue what I'm doing...just kind of...going to guess. I have a general idea. I think." He frowned, suddenly a bit concerned.

Sherlock returned his gaze, stopping to think how amusing it was that they were full grown men and had no clue as to what they were supposed to do. Finally he offered, "A general idea is good, we can experiment and figure it out." The more he thought about it the more he realized this would be quite a fun little puzzle, and possibly something he would excel in.

John sat up and stared down at Sherlock, his heart still pounding. "I like the idea of that. You were always so good at experiments."

He stood up and grabbed Sherlock's collar, hauling him roughly to his feet. "Your room," he muttered and made his way over to the closed door. "You've not seen it yet have you? I kept it just like it was. I've not been in it since...not since..." he rubbed the back of his neck, suddenly feeling another outpouring of emotion, the aching pain still present in his chest.

Sherlock felt his heart drop watching John try to articulate his pain. He found that almost instinctively he wrapped his arms around John, pulling him into his chest. "It's alright," Sherlock said soothingly, "I'm here now."

John folded easily into Sherlock's arms and buried his head in his chest, wrapping his arms around him. "Thank you," he mumbled. "You ever pull any tricks like that again I'll bloody kill you myself."

He pulled back and looked up at him, smiling. "Now come on...in that bedroom." He nodded towards the closed door.

Before letting John go Sherlock said solemnly, "I won't leave you alone again John, I promise you that." He turned the knob, stepping into his bedroom, the air was stale from the door being closed for so long, dust covered just about everything but somehow this didn't subtract from the beauty of it. Sherlock sat on the edge of the bed, waiting to see what John would do.

John stepped in after Sherlock, his heart wrenching painfully as he remembered the detective's old room. He traced his finger fondly over the framed Periodic table before closing the door gently behind him and approaching the bed. He bent down and reached for something underneath the bed, bringing out Sherlock's violin in its case.

"I couldn't bare to look at it, I'm sorry," he whispered and handed him the dusty old instrument. "Can't wait to hear you play again." He smiled slightly.

Sherlock smiled, taking the violin from John carefully. He put it to his chin and began to play. He played a segment from Beethoven's Ninth Symphony. He had missed playing the violin so bad, he put all his emotions into playing this part of the Ode to Joy, it was the quiet end from the 2nd movement. It was one of his favourite pieces although he didn't play it often. After finishing he set the instrument down on the bed carefully, looking back to John, his eyes unreadable.

John watched Sherlock play feeling a lump growing in his throat. He told himself he wouldn't cry, that he was still angry at Sherlock, that he wouldn't be so soppy, but soon he couldn't help the tears from trickling down his cheeks as the music washed over him and he turned his head away, wiping his face with the back of his hand.

When Sherlock stopped playing John sat down on the bed next to him and gently prized the violin and bow out of his hands, carefully laying them to rest back in their case and placing the case down on the floor. Then he sat back up and turned to face his friend, cupping Sherlock's chin in his hands.

"That was beautiful Sherlock," he mumbled, then moved to kiss him slowly on the lips.

Sherlock kissed him back tenderly, when he finally pulled his lips away he said thank you quietly. He placed a hand on John's leg tenderly. He too was being overcome by emotion. He was really back with John in their flat and he was kissing his best friend, for which he felt love but also so much more. He leaned back in and kissed John again, savouring his taste.

John's heart was pounding wildly as Sherlock kissed him, the soft warm feel of the detective's lips sending his mind in a spin. Just this simple action felt so damn amazing he really hoped Sherlock wouldn't mind going further.

He moved his hands onto Sherlock's chest and gently pushed him back onto the bed, moving with him and keeping their lips locked together until John was on top of him, and he wrapped one leg over Sherlock's body, straddling him slightly, his hand tangling in the other man's hair.

Sherlock let out a quiet gasp, a look of astonishment crossing his face. He hadn't expected John to be so forward but then again, what had he expected? This is so much more than he had ever planned for in any scenario in his mind. He felt his hands come up to John's hips, squeezing them. He caught the other mans eye and just held the gaze, there was nothing that needed to be said. Things almost effortlessly clicked.

John stared into the deep depths of Sherlock's magical eyes and paused a moment, his fingers casually tracing over the soft skin of his friend's face. Then he bit his bottom lip and frowned slightly.

"Do you...do you want me to go further?" An hour ago he thought his best friend was dead and now this. John could hardly believe his luck.