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

His hips shook when Jim's hands grabbed his butt, he felt his head spin lightly. It had defenitely been too long since the last time he was intimate with someone.
"You got the right person then," he whispered in a low voice, passionate was all he could do, he hardly thought twice about anything, to Sherlock's chagrin.

The words only added to his need, and his hand was quick to grab the lube. "Never been so happy to grant someone's wish," he said, taking hold of Jim's leg again and settling it on his uninjured shoulder. Wet fingers were now probbing the other's hole. "Let's get you prepared first though... I don't want to hurt you /too much/."

A shiver ran through his spine as he felt John's finger entering him. His hips bucked and he had to bite down onto his lip. His mind only set on one thing.

"Never been more happy someone actually want to grant my wishes." He smiled, looking into John's eyes, his own filled with lust.

His hands were touching John when and wherever possible. He didn't want to waste a second given with this man. His head fell back onto the cushion as he was enjoying John's fingerwork.

John was not a novice, but he wasn't an expert either, he realized as he prepared the other man. All the time he had been with a man, it was because it just happened. This was not exactly different, but somewhere inside him, he had a feeling it was just the beginning.
Of what, he had no idea.

It was probably a bit too early when his fingers retreated, but his arousal was pulsing in need, and he couldn't bring himself to care too much.
Jim had said rough after all.
"It'll have to do," he muttered, he was shaking in lust as he rolled the condom on himself and coated it with lube.

"Relax," he ordered, leaning on him as he slowly pushed inside.

He whimpered a bit as John removed his fingers. he was actually enjoying what they were doing in there. Nevertheless he knew what was about to follow would be much more pleasurable. "Should do so, yes." He answered John.

He swallowed once more as he tried to relax. As john started to enter him he gasped and groaned. His hands gripping onto the bed sheets. The aching this caused was more intense than he had been expecting, though he enjoyed it. He knew this pain would soon turn into perhaps greater pleasure than he'd ever felt. "Go on." he demanded John in a squeaking voice. The sooner this pain was over, the sooner the pleasure would kick in.

John was working on pure instinct by then, overwhelmed by the feeling of tightness around his cock. He reached out his hands, fingers tangled in Jim's and he pinned him to the mattress again, he needed him to stay still.

Then he settled his hips in a steadier position, and started to thrust, first they were small movements, then they grew in intensity and length, they were intense and incessant, mirroring the lust that burned in his eyes.

He hissed as John was getting deeper.
He buried his nails into John's skin as their hands got entwined. The pain was intense but he tried to stay as still as possible. Another groan passed his lips before they went looking for John's. He needed to do something to forget the pain. Eagerly he bit down on John's lower lip before he pulled them in for a passionate kiss.

As John started thrusting the pain came and went. After a few time his body adjusted and started to enjoy the things John made him feel. He rocked along slightly with the movement's being made. His eyes were rolling back in pleasure and he no longer did any effort to keep quiet.

The bite on his lips made John groan, he pulled almost all the way out of Jim and then thrust back in forcibly, seeing stars for the pleasure that crawled up his spine.

"You're just... delicious..." he muttered against his lips, returning a wet kiss before he moved a bit away.
He had to let go of his hands so that he could cup Jim's hips and better direct his thrusts.
"Tell me when it's good," he whimpered, trying different possibilities.

"GOD" Jim screamed out as he felt John pounding in and out of him. He gripped his hands tighter into John's skin while his back arched from please.

"You're.... unbelievable.." He groaned, still rocking back and forth himself and now biting his own lips. His own erection was throbbing, it needed attention as well and he couldn't stop his own hand from reaching out to it and giving it a few jerks in order to stop it from distracting him so much.

"Yes this, this feels wonderful." He panted as John places him in a different position.

Jim's words only added to the lust that was running rampant in John's veins. He was pounding obscenely into the other's body with such force the bed started creaking, he groaned when a particular thrust caused chills to run up his spine.

This was good, he thought, panting, it felt so bloody good.

He softly patted Jim's hands away from his erection, "Allow me," he said with a grin, wrapping steady fingers around the other's arousal and starting to pump it in time with his own movements.

"God," he whimpered as things turned even more heated, his fingers grabbing the other's hips so hard he was rather sure he was breaking the skin. He couldn't bring himself to care, not now.

Jim didn't know what to feel first... Pure pleasure was overwhelming him. The sound of skin slapping together was only adding fuel to this fire.

He threw his head back, his mouth opened and constant sounds of enjoyment were coming out interspersed with John's name and some other words. His eyes rolled around and his breathing was heavy.

his hands gripping back into the sheets as John's fingers wrapped around his erection. He was in heaven.

John's legs tensed and he drove into the other's body even faster, the bed starting slightly under them.

"Jim," he groaned, it meant a lot of things, but mainly it was an order.
He needed Jim to come, because he was not going to last very long.

His thrusts were becoming erratic, less precise, his whole body was in flames and muscles were tensing so much they almost hurt. He had never thought fucking a stranger could be this mind-blowing.

"Al....most..." he groaned out as he felt all his body heat stream to that one point between his legs. His back arched so much it had lost contact with the mattress.

He screamed and moaned, his breathing squeaking and panting as he started to ejaculate. He collapsed back onto the mattress, tensing his whole body as he was experiencing one of the most intense orgasms he'd ever had.

He found himself shaking, goosebumps covering up his naked body as john was still making the bed rock. Every thrust this man gave hit his sensitive spot and it drove him insane from pleasure.

John could hardly watch Jim's orgasm, his world going blurry as he felt the muscles tense around his pulsing arousal. "God," he moaned, shaking slightly in the last few thrusts.

He had no control left, his feelings roaring to release and he came hard inside the other's body.

He slowly stopped moving, his head dizzy, and he pulled out just to collapse on Jim's side.
He was panting, exhausted and exhilarated.

Mind-blowing was definitely the right word, he decided and lazily got rid of the condom, he tied it and threw it in the conveniently placed bin, before he laid back down and relaxed completely.
The day had started out horribly, but this was quite the miraculous improvement, he thought.

Jim used some tissues that were inside his drawer and cleaned himself up. He was still panting and shivering from his previous experiences.

"Thank you for this" jim said while pressing a few kisses onto John's sweaty cheek. "That was more then amazing" he complimented as he could still feel a sort of pulse inside his arse. He stroked over John's chest slightly before resting his hand to cuddle this man.

He was exhausted.

John's eyes were closed when he felt the hand on his cheek, it felt nice, he realized, even though it was an almost stranger's man who was touching him, he subtly leaned towards it.

"It was quite brilliant, wasn't it?" he said, moving a bit on his side, feeling the other's body radiating heat.

"Do you want me to leave?" he asked, slightly hesitant, he knew Jim had said he could crash here, but he knew some people didn't like their one night stands to overstay.
He would take what he could, but somewhere deep in his chest, he knew he wanted to curl up around the other's body and sleep.

"Absolutely brilliant. I owe you." He spoke softly as he spooned against John. The warmth from their bodies calmed him down and brought him back to senses.

"Yes, please." He answered. Silly stranger, as if he wanted this to end already? No... This should last for as long as possible.

He closed his eyes, arms locked around John. He felt sleep washing over him and surrendered to the night.

The spooning was answer enough, and John relaxed into the embrace, enjoying the feeling of being at peace with the world.
It was quite nice, he decided before falling asleep.

It was a nightmare that woke him up in the morning, his eyes opened and he gasped imperceptibly.
Damn, he thought, and looked at the alarm clock.

"Bloody hell," he whispered, it was already 9 o'clock.

He slid out of the other's arms and bed, wishing not to disturb him and scrambled to find his phone. He was stark naked but he hardly cared.
There were ten messages from Sherlock and he rolled his eyes .
Have I inadvertently done something to upset you? SH
Fine, do what you want. SH
We have a case, come home. SH
It's going to be dangerous. SH


He grinned, it was going to be an interesting day, he felt his batteries had fully recharged.
It was just great.
And he owed it to Jim.

It had been a long while since he'd been sleeping this peacefully. He usually was very restless, having the weight of the world onto his shoulders. Though, last night he had felt free and careless.

When John moved he mumbled something and tried to keep him from leaving. Though he was't awake enough to keep his grip and he was forced to let go. He felt the cold air run over his chest and he shivered.

He wrapped himself up in the sheets, far to lazy and comfortable to get out of bed yet. "You going?" He muttered. Well, of course it could't last forever. He just wondered if he'd ever see this man again once he stepped out that door.

The voice brought him back to reality, it was rough and sexy and it caused his crotch to twitch slightly in want.
In that moment he realized he still wanted Jim, he actually wanted him more than he did yesterday.

"Yeah... unfortunately I can't stay for a second round," he said, quickly finding all his clothes and sliding into them. He probably stank, but it was better to go home as soon as possible if he didn't want Sherlock to send a search party.

He hesitated a bit on the door. "Would you mind doing this again some time?" he wondered out loud, because even now all he wanted was to press Jim to the mattress and do him all over again.

"I'd do that again right now, handsome." His voice was rusty and muffled by the sheets.
He stared for John as he got dressed. Such a shame he had to go already.
As he recalled last night a wave of pleasure ran over him again.
Of course he wouldn't mind doing that again.

"Leave me your number." He lazily pointed out to a piece of paper.

John had to stop himself from going back to the bed and ravish Jim right there, it was better to just go, he knew if he gave in once he'd end up staying the whole day and doing something awkward like ask the other man out.

He smiled when he agreed to share contact information though, he reckoned it was a good start. He wrote his number quickly and then looked at him with hesitation for a moment.

Oh fuck it, he thought and moved closer to kiss the other's lips passionately. He was cupping his cheek by the time he pulled away.
"Don't forget me."

He had hoped John would have turned around and crawled back in bed with it. Though he had some rather important meetings himself later.

As John leaned in he returned the kiss with as much passion he could, making John regret he had to walk out that door. "No worries, I won't." He ensured him when he saw John leave.

Once gone he got out up bed, walking over to where john left his number. He brushed his fingers over the paper before getting his phone out and saving it.

((If you don't mind, I'll skip a bit ahead and we can do when it's already a while they've been meeting for quick shags? Yeah? It can be when they fight and get together seriously... Jim can be jealous and he can also be suspicious about John never inviting him over as well, and also that he gets random injuries.. of course these are just suggestions ^^))

John sighed, his head hurt and he had a stitched side. Sometimes he really wondered why he would put himself in front of a knife for this man. It was just ridiculous, especially when said man rewarded him with a severed head in the fridge.
He really needed a break, and there was only one way he knew he could relax and feel human again.
Jim.
Their meetings were quite regular these days, but always too quick to satisfy him. It was never enough, and he hated the fact that often he had to come back in the middle of the night not to worry Sherlock.

Message sent 17:22
Unexpectedly I got the evening free, can I come over? Worst day ever, I need to fuck you hard into the mattress. JW


((Also excuse my language XD John is a bit crude ^^))

(( Sounds great! Though Jim isn't who he's claiming to be either I mean.. He is meeting up with Molly to get to Sherlock and Sherlock is becoming his obsession so yes.. Skip da time! ))

Jim had found someone interesting. Sherlock Holmes, a high functional sociopath. Someone who was just like him, except he was on "the good" side. He needed more information about this man, he was becoming his whole world.

He'd found someone, Molly Hooper. She was close to him, she was obviously fancying him. Though just showing this woman she was loved, she was worth something was enough to make her open up. She answered every question Jim had asked her about this man. She was THE perfect source of information.

He was just in the middle of a meeting up with Molly as his phone buzzed. It made him smile and he said there was an emergency problem with something at the hospital. She was so naive she would believe anything he said.

Once he got away he rushed home as fast as he could, getting a quick shower and preparing him for yet another night of quick but good sex.

-Text-
Busy right now. Meet me at 7.30pm.
JM.

((Yes yes, Jim is definitely leading a separate life as well, but I can see him annoyed at John for having secrets even though he knows he has much worse secrets himself ^^ you know, because he is a bit of a control freak? Also because maybe he likes John and he is jealous of the idea he could have a wife or a lover he's cheating to. It makes sense that Jim is obsessed with Sherlock even if he doesn't have feelings for Sherlock, because he is the only one he can truly consider an enemy, and he is also making it difficult for Jim to get more money and power by busting some of his cases... the way I was seeing this whole RP is what if Jim and John fell in love before things happened, then epic drama would ensue because of those feelings and the fact that they find themselves on opposite side of a battlefield ^^))

Very well, I will wait. But I want to find you naked and ready when I get there. JW


John felt a bit like a pervert when he sent the message, but he couldn't help being honest.
He was always looking forward to wrapping his arms around Jim's warm body and fuck him senseless.
He reckoned he had never really had so much good sex in his life, and the man was funny and adorable in the time they spent chatting about everything and nothing.
He didn't want to go without, he was getting quite spoiled he reckoned.