Welcome Home (iamsherlocked/John Hamish Watson)

For the first time Sherlock was truly stumped. Did he want John to go further? His entire life he had been such a non-sexual creature that even finding the words to encourage John felt impossible. On the other hand, he knew he would be extremely disappointed if they stopped now and may never have a chance this good with John again. Sherlock closed his eyes and took a deep breath. When he opened them again, he locked eyes with John, giving him a tiny nod yes.

As John waited for Sherlock's response his mind began to wander quickly through the events that were occuring. An hour ago he thought his best friend was dead and now this. He had questions, so many questions...but right now Sherlock's body was all he could bloody think about. Typical, he thought to himself and rolled his eyes slightly.

John could barely hide the smile on his face when Sherlock nodded. He gave a small nod back in acknowledgement, then slowly leant forward and began to place soft gentle kisses on his friend's neck, whilst his fingers fumbled at the buttons on his shirt, undoing them one by one.

Sherlock closed his eyes, focusing on the sensation of John's lips against his skin. Usually it would bother him extremely to not be in control, to have someone take his clothes off less efficiently and in a way he wouldn't, but he was too busy enjoying the feeling of his friends warm hands fumbling over the buttons on his shirt and undoing them one by one. He let out a tiny groan of satisfaction, when John got his shirt completely unbuttoned he wriggled out of it easily, tossing it on the ground.

John shuffled up the bed and admired the sight of Sherlock's upper body with a small sigh, cautiously reaching out a hand to touch the soft pale skin before bending over slowly and placing a gentle kiss on Sherlock's chest. He moaned with delight at the physical contact, feeling like a jolt of electricity had passed from his friend's body to his lips. "Sh-Sherlock..." he whispered.

Sherlock looked down at John serenely, "Yes?" he responded, his hand finding its way into John's hair.

John sat up and bit his bottom lip, suddenly a little nervous. "I want to...I want to..."

His hands fell to Sherlock's trousers and began to fumble around at his belt. He looked into Sherlock's eyes questioningly, waiting for the OK to continue.

Sherlock looked at John for a moment, his body felt like it was on pins and needles he was so anxious, nervous, and turned on all at the same time he almost felt like he didn't know what to do. He took a deep breath, trying to appear calm to John, he nodded his head gently before leaning forward to kiss John again, a hand resting on the back of his neck.

John nodded silently in return, and quickly unbuckled Sherlock's belt, undoing his button and zip before tugging them down, worried that if he hesitated any longer he'd start to get too nervous.

He let out a small gasp when he saw the obvious bulge in Sherlock's boxers and reached out a slightly shaking hand to palm it gently through the cloth.