It all starts one day, a few pints (John Watson/James Moriarty)

John had no idea just how loving he was making this, he was making love to the other's back, kissing and licking the skin, he was pounding into him steadily, but savoring each moment.

He groaned when it became too much, vaguely registering Jim's words, his heart was heavy and he couldn't go on. He reached around him, grabbing his arousal, pumping on it and picking up another crazy rhythm.

"Jim," he moaned, needy, he could feel his orgasm building up.



((no worries, I was out most of the day too <3 ))

Goosebumps and shivers were raising with every kiss he received.

he gasped and screamed when John started to jerk him off. He was going so fast and hard, it felt as if he was already getting close. Fingers still gripped onto the table, his whole body heat and sweating, he felt pure pleasure once more.

"Do it..." He groaned, encouraging John to orgasm.

John didn't really need much encouragement, his whole body was aflame, his heart was pounding in his throat and he could hardly keep himself from moaning.

His thrusts were hard and hectic, he was pumping so fast on Jim's erection his wrist started aching.
He did not feel any pain though, his mind opening up, and he was coming hard, deep inside Jim as his hips jerked for a few messy thrusts.

"God Jim," he moaned against the other's skin.

Jim screamed out as well, though he was not coming yet. John collapsed on him, he could feel his throbbing erection release everything it got. Now it was his turn.

As he felt John leave he turned around on the table, making him half stand, half lay down on it, facing John who was still pumping up and down.

"So... Close...Now.." he said through clenched teeth. Sweat was dripping down from his face and he looked deep into John's eyes.

John groaned when he felt himself slip out of Jim's ass, his head blurred until his eyes found Jim's and he steadied himself.

Instinctively he leaned forward, meeting his lips in a kiss that felt way too soft, way to caring.

His hand moved quickly, careful, as his orgasm faded, he just wanted to see him come, he just wanted to see the pleasure on his face.

Jim wrapped his arms around John, burying his nails into his strong, muscular shoulders. He screamed out while his head fell back. His eyes rolled in pleasure and he tried to return the kiss once he'd been giving it.

His whole body was shaking as he came, unaware thrusting his own arousal in John's hand.

John slowly let go of him, licking his lips, steadying himself, he had no idea how it could get even more mind-blowing than it already was.

He really needed a bed, he felt exhausted.
But for now all he could do was look at Jim.
He was beautiful.
And John was smiling, caressing his cheek, lost in the relaxed lines of his face.


((Should we get them to get interrupted again by Sherlock calling again? It could be that Sherlock suspects something is going on... that way we can have them fight? Or should we forego the fight? Cause they were supposed to fight before, but then it ended up in smut XD))

As he got cleaned up he leaded John into the bedroom. "Stay" He begged, hoping John would agree. He got into the bed and crawled under the blankets.

(yess, Sherlock could call like in the middle of the night or something wanting John to come home but Moriarty would be like fuck no you're staying here haha ))

John quickly cleaned up, quite familiar with the apartment by now and then followed Jim to the bedroom.

"Yes," he agreed, he wanted nothing other than laying with him, it hurt him a bit to realize just how much he wanted such a simple thing.
He fancied Jim, there was no turning back or denying, he had to admit that to himself, and what he asked himself now was whether he should tell Jim, too.


((Sounds like a plan, you can have the phone start ringing in your post too, I don't mind... If you want to make Jim all controlling as well you can, like demanding John leave his wife for him and being all 'I ain't no mistress, you have me and no one else' and John can be like O.O actually I am single so yeah we can go out XDD Jim can demand John to tell him the truth about the person calling and John will tell him a lot of things without saying Sherlock's name))

Jim cuddled up against john, wrapping an arm around them. Whenever john stayed over, jim calmed down. He had good sleeps, without constand waking up and not being able to fall asleep again because of his own "problems". Most of the nights awake he spend thinking of ways to get sherlock. Though, at the moment, molly hooper was a good attempt. Before he realised it, he'd already fell asleep.

A few hours later he abruptly woke up. It took him a second or 2 to realise what made him get up like that. The phone on the nighttable next to john kept buzzing. Annoyed he nudged john. "John...phone" he whimpered.

(( Yessshh, let's to this! ))

John was started out of his sleep by Jim's nudging. He groaned realizing it was the phone ringing.
"Damn," he thought, silently cursing Sherlock. It had to be him.

He sat up though, realizing it might be important. What if Sherlock was in danger?

"Hello?" he said, his voice rough. "What happened?"

Sherlock seemed perfectly calm on the other end of the line though, no emergency, he was just waiting for John.

"I was sleeping," he protested, rubbing his forehead. "If this is about milk, I will buy it tomorrow before coming home, okay? Can't you go to bed?" he said, tempted to just hung up on him.

Jim rolled his eyes in disagreement as john picked up. Why couldn't he just call that person back in the morning? What was making /that/ person /so/ special? Was he his wife? If so... This needed to stop. Jim wasn't just his fuckbudy, he didn't want to be just someone john turned to when his wife didn't feel like having sex. In the past months he developed feelings for this man. He likes john.

"Put down" he mumbles and nudges john again. But john did not follow his comment. He sighed, clearly audible for both john and the other person on the phone. He could always start winding john up again, but he needed to talk to him about this first.

When he heard the blonde soldier say he would be there in half an hour, he went sitting up straight. John put down the phone and turned to jim, probably to make up a lame excuse for leaving. But before he could say anything jim was already starting. "No, don't leave! We need to talk." He pleaded while his eyes frowned at john's look of surprise. "First of all /who/ is that person? Is she your wife? Girlfriend?" In his voice jealousy was clearly detectable and his eyes narrowed when he pinned them on john's.

John really didn't want to go, but he knew that if Sherlock waited up for him, he would end up being in a horrible mood. Which meant another awful day for John.
He didn't like that.

So he agreed, finding himself in quite a sour disposition.

He looked at Jim once he'd hung up the phone, surprised by the sudden words.

We need to talk? That had never lead to anything good, he thought despairingly. He knew they were not together, but if Jim said they couldn't see each other any more, he didn't think he'd take it well.

"My wife?" he repeated surprised, "You think I am married?" he couldn't believe Jim would think he'd cheat so mercilessly.
Then he realized Jim had no idea just how much he liked him.

Was Jim jealous? He wondered with some sort of hope sparking in his eyes.

"Wife, husband, girlfriend... Whatever.. No.. Whoever that person on the other side is." He said snapping. He indeed was jealous. "I don't want to /share/ you, john." He quickly added.

John painfully confused face wasn't helping much either. He found perhaps a little more explanation was in order. "All these phone calls, talking about getting milk, wearing your clothes. Demanding, begging you to come home in the middle of the night.." What more did john needed to hear? They sound like a bloody married couple who fights all the time.

Jim's heart was beating fast, unsure about how john would react. "If you walk out of that door right now, you don't need to come back." His voice edged serious but a certain kind of sadness was able to ring through as well, he stared at john expecting him to get up and leave.

John didn't move though, he was rather shocked for once, and then there was no way in hell he wanted to end things, not now, maybe not ever.

"I... am not married," he pointed out, reaching out his hand and cupping Jim's cheek, it was the first time he was truly seeing feelings in the other's face. Feelings for him.

"I am not taken, I am single," he added, trying to sound as reassuring as possible. "I would have never started... coming to you... if I had someone... I don't cheat..." he said matter-of-fact.

"That on my phone is my annoying flatmate, you see, he's very needy, we work together at times, and he's just... you know one of those brilliantly annoying types? He expects everyone to do what he wants, but he's also absolutely oblivious of his real needs..." he tried to explain, a soft smile on his lips as he spoke about Sherlock. "And I've kind of made it my mission to take care of him, we're good friends..."

John didn't do what he expected him to, and it took him by surprise. "You... You're /single/?" He felt something nudging his chest. Was he falling for this man? Yes... There was no way in even trying to deny it. He had feelings for John and if he didn't admit them now, he might regret it for the rest of his life.

He nodded while listening to John describe his flatmate. Gnha, flatmate, how could he even think John would be a cheating man? His eyes were staring deep into the soldier's as he cupped his face. The touch of John's warm hands made "butterflies" fill his stomach.

"John I..." He started, carefully deliberating his next words. "I'm in love with you." with doubt of fear of being rejected he nervously swallowed and licked his lips.

John felt his throat going dry as Jim looked at him, his eyes were unguarded, beautiful, he just wanted to lose himself in them.
The words rang in his head, they made his heart skip a beat.

It couldn't possibly be true.

He's in love with me.

He smiled, way happier than he thought he could be.
"Will you go out with me then? Can we be together? Properly?" he asked, and then realized he hadn't said anything about his feelings.

"Because I fancy you, I am smitten with you, God, Jim, I can hardly think about anything else," he confessed, a bit hesitant when he realized he was saying too much.

Again he was taken by surprise. Not only did he thought this man was taken, he'd never dared to think he carried the same feelings.

"Yes..." He said quiet, still lost in his own mind. "Yes." Now it came out louder and with a lot of confident. "Yes, I want to go out with you." That being said he pressed his lips onto John's, kissing him passionately. Inside he felt relieved and happy. As if another weight fell of his shoulders.

John beamed at the answer, he couldn't believe his luck, this was special, this was good, he thought, meeting the other's lips half-way, devouring the other mouth with renewed passion.

"God, Jim..." he whispered, fingers burying in the other's hair. "I am addicted to you, you know? If you go away, I will lose my heart with you..." he confessed, kissing his lips again.



((and now they are happy <3 we could now proceed to ruin their happiness with some epic drama? ^^))

He ran his hands over John's chest, his lips formed a gentle smile. "You won't lose me, promise." he whispered, followed by a long, gentle kiss.

For the first time their kisses felt real, he could feel both of them putting their hearts in it. Everything felt right.

((Bhaha, yes! seems perfect!))

((They are so cute <3 I feel a bit bad >> but anyway XD should we move to the St. Bart's scene? Should we ask a Sherlock to help? Or should I just move him? ))

(( We could ask a Sherlock, it would be nice involving a third person! you up for asking around? ))

((it'd be more exciting to have a third person, yeah? I'll put an RP advert in the right section and see if anyone is available...))

John is trying really hard to concentrate on the case, he has tried to come up with rational good reasons for whatever had happened, but he was too tired and wound up by the happenings of the last few days to do anything useful.

He was exhausted, but Sherlock was as brilliant as ever, and he could not afford not to follow, he needed protection, he needed help, and at least the support of a friend he could muster it.

In the back of his head there was another thought, something that had little to do with corpses and chemical compounds.
It was a couple of months already that he'd started going out with Jim properly, and at the moment he was seriously thinking whether they should celebrate a six-months anniversary of the day they met.
It was silly, he knew that, it was childish, but he reckoned he should do something to show Jim he cared. Especially considering he was always busy with Sherlock these days.

He shook his head, clearing his mind, need to think about saving people.

They were at St. Bart's laboratory and Sherlock was babbling on about something John had no idea about, so it really was easy for him to drift off, even if he tried not to.

Sherlock was explaining John why his deduction was wrong and why the trainers were so special. He noticed John's mind drifting away. Sherlock snapped his fingers next to John's left ear. Sherlock had watched John. John seemed more absent minded lately. And he was /out/ more regularly lately. Was he with his mind at his /date/? Again?
"Pay attention, John. It's very important that you stay focused. We have a time limit. Moriarty is a dangerous man, John."

He went back to investigating the trainers. He totally forgot about John, because he was so preoccupied with his work.

His concentration was broken when he heard someone opening the door.

((I'm glad I can join you now I hope I am doing it right! You guys have been very naughty!))