College AU (James Moriarty/Sherlock Holmes/John Watson MD) (warning: drug use, smut)

John was using three fingers by then, stretching Sherlock as much as possible before pulling back.
He took his hands away, preoccupying himself with opening the condom and rolling it on. He spread some lube to cover the thin plastic and took in a deep breath.

Eyes searching for Sherlock's, fingers brushing along his thighs again as he settled in between his legs.

"Relax, Sherlock... and trust me," he whispered, guiding the tip of his erection to push against the bundle of muscles of Sherlock's hole.
Very slowly, he penetrated him completely.

Sherlock opened his eyes and looked up into John's, nerves and excitement rippling through him. As he removed his fingers Sherlock could feel his body crying out for more. He realised he wanted John inside him totally. His erection was throbbing and hard, desperate for John to take him.

"I trust you..." He replied and opened his legs slightly for easier access. Sherlock gasped at the initial penetration, then winced a bit, the pain searing through him as John slowly filled him up. His breathing was short and shallow. He gripped the back of John's head for support and moaned softly.

"I'll make it good for you," he reassured him, very softly, leaning down to kiss his lips, before he started moving.

The thrusts were slow at first, but steady, a rhythm was soon met and John was gripping hard at his rationality so he wouldn't lose control.
He needed to be patient, for Sherlock.

Within a couple of minutes Sherlock could sense the pain subside and it started to feel good. Really fucking good. He wrapped both arms round John and gently scraped his fingernails down his back as he slowly moved himself in and out.

"Ohhh John," he gasped. "It feels amazing...God...you've done this before right?"

The feeling of nails scratching his back was making chills crawl down his spine, and even more blood pumped towards his crotch.
He felt light headed.

He found himself chuckling softly at Sherlock's words though: "You don't want to talk now about my past experiences, do you?" he joked, his voice shaking for the moans that wanted to escape his throat.

"God, Sherlock," he whimpered, his hips starting to move faster, the thrusts becoming deep and rough.

Sherlock lifted up his legs and wrapped them round John's back, digging his knees in to bring John closer and deeper into him. The slow rhythmic thrusts were no longer enough to keep up with his growing desires and he was glad when they picked up the pace. He needed him more. Sherlock heard a noise he hadn't heard before, and was surprised to realise it had escaped from his own lips, a low animal like groan. He found it difficult to hold back the moans and gasps of pleasure as John's thrusts penetrated him further.

"Do it," he whispered into his ear. "Do it more..." With one hand he grabbed a tuft of John's hair in his and squeezed, and with the other grazed the tips of his fingernails down his back. The sensations this man was causing him to have were so unbelievable...Sherlock wondered why he'd never got round to doing this before. "Just fuck me."

The tone of Sherlock's voice in that moment excited his senses even further, he couldn't believe the power this man had over him, it was stronger than anything he had ever experienced.

He nodded, as if agreeing, and he lifted himself a bit, grabbing Sherlock's hips, so he could have more freedom of movement.

The next second he was pulling almost all the way out of his friend's lithe body and then pounding back in with rough violence, groaning in lust.
He really wanted Sherlock to forget everything he knew.

He could not speak any more, his throat contracting in moans and groans he could not control as he kept up a dangerous rhythm.

Sherlock yelped in surprise as his hips were lifted in the air. John's response was ferocious and animal-like, but Sherlock was ravenous and desperate. This was what he wanted. More than anything.

John's pounding shook his whole body, every inch of him was alive and alert with the sensation. His head went fuzzy and his mind turned blank. Sherlock could feel his eyes glaze over and roll into the back of his head. He was dizzy and delirious. All he could do was lie there with his arms wrapped tightly around John's shoulders, feeling the tiny beads of sweat forming on his back at the physical exertion, and immerse himself in the waves of pleasure coursing through his body, hearing the unusual sounds escaping from the lips he was no longer able to control.

John vaguely realized he was turning desperate, pleasure was somehow pooling in his chest, very close to being released. He reached out his hand and wrapped it around Sherlock's erection, pumping on it as he continued pounding into him.

He refused to come before him, he thought vaguely, but his thrusts were irregular and his whole body was starting to shake.

Sherlock didn't think that sex with John could get any better. That was until he felt the other man's fingers tighten round his erection. Up until then his vocalisations had been quieter and more low key. Now they increased as the pleasure increased ten fold and he found himself shouting out, quite loudly too...and swearing.

"Ohhh fuck...oh Christ John....bloody hell..." Sherlock had never had an orgasm before, but he knew what one was and he was able to make the simple deduction as every part of his body tingled and spasmed like tiny electrical charges shooting through him. "Fuck fuck fuck....arrrrgh..." He felt himself reaching a peak...he slammed his eyes shut and could see colours dancing in front of his closed eyelids as John finally sent him over the edge.

John was hardly aware of what was happening, things were a mess of limbs and pleasure, he was pure instinct and passion.
He realized Sherlock was coming when he felt his insides clench around his arousal, his hand moved slowly then, and then stopped.

The next second he moaned, surprised by his own orgasm hitting him blind.
He felt his muscles tense and relax, sparks going off in his eyes and his movements jerking to a halt.

He collapsed on Sherlock, panting, moaning, it had been nothing but mind-blowing and he could hardly bring himself to pull out of him and throw the condom away, his body screaming for him to rest.

Sherlock felt John's body tense up and realised that he too was reaching breaking point. He opened his eyes to study the expression on his face - contorted in passion and pleasure. He could feel the waves of his own orgasm still washing over his body, but now he felt a great sense of relief, his body drained but still exhilerated.

John collapsed on top of him covered in sweat. Sherlock held him there to his chest, both of them exhausted but not wanting to let go. He struggled to get his breath back, his heart still pounding in his chest.

"That was..." he panted. "That was..." but he couldn't find the words. He just laughed a little. "Wow...that was..."

John laughed against the other's shoulder: "I know," he answered, blissfully exhausted. "It was." Amazing, fantastic, definitely mind-blowing.
He had no idea it could be like that at all.

"I take it it was a satisfactory first time?" he muttered, blue eyes looking up, they were gleamy with all the feelings that they had shared.

Sherlock enveloped the other man in his arms, enjoying their closeness, and the touch of their warm slightly sweaty bodies against each other. He felt wonderfully relaxed and happy.

"It was...unbelievable," he finally managed. "I never expected it. Thank you. I'm gasping for a drink now though," he laughed. "We still got any?"

John was happy, but he was trying hard not to show it, he knew it was too much too soon. It had been sex, just sex, he was not supposed to read anything into it.
"Don't thank me... I wanted it," he said, relaxing in Sherlock's arms, he could stay there forever.

"I think we only have vodka left... I can go gather a few beers if you want, or water," he muttered, he'd probably do anything for Sherlock at the moment, which he realized it was quite pathetic.

Sherlock didn't want John to leave, not just yet. He was enjoying lying there wrapped in his arms. He felt protected and wanted. This had turned into quite a good party after all, he thought happily.

"I'd rather you not leave," he said. "It'll have to be the vodka."

John smiled, cuddling even closer, it wasn't like he wanted to leave either. "Maybe I'll just get something later, yes? We can lay here for a few minutes more," he suggested, "I like it here," he added in a whisper he hoped Sherlock wouldn't hear.

He stretched his hand after a while and took the bottle of vodka from where he had placed it. "I am not sure this will help any if you're thirsty," he muttered apologetically.

After a few minutes of just lying enjoying the moment, Sherlock gently released himself from John's grasp and sat up. He took the vodka and unscrewed the cap, taking down a large swig before grimacing.

"Ugh," he muttered and passed it the bottle to John. "Want some?"



(( so we should probably invite James to come and mix things up round about now! ))

John nodded, taking the bottle and drinking some more, he wanted to keep the buzz in his head going. It was useful, that way he wouldn't have to worry about the consequences of what they just did.

"I'll go get something else to drink? This is awful," he commented, and started putting on his clothes.


((Let's say John goes off for drinks and leaves the door open, so Jim can come in, yes? I'll contact her now~~))

James had been at the party for a bit now, he was getting rather bored. Nothing happened, every one seems to be interested in boring, ordinary things. He stood leaning against the wall, looking for familiar faces as he spotted John walking down the stairs. Perhaps upstairs was something far more interesting going on. He'd already consumed a fair amount of alcohol, so he didn't really care for anything.

With a sigh he pushed himself off the wall and walked towards the stairs, whistling along with the music as he walked up. The second door on the left was open and curiosity lead the way. What he saw wasn't like anything he'd been expecting AT ALL. Was that Sherlock? Sherlock holmes? Well this party might have just become the more interesting than he could have ever thought.

"Hellooo sexy." He said playfully as he leaned in the door opening.

Sherlock was stretched out on his bed, still naked and reflecting on the amazing experience he'd just had with John. He could feel the muscles round his entrance still throbbing with a dull but entirely pleasant ache. He leant over lazily and grabbed his cigarettes off the bedside table, lighting one and savouring the taste of the tobacco playing round his tongue. He wanted to get up and have another line of coke before John came back with the beers but he was just too damn lazy. He was in the middle of working himself up to it when he heard the gentle creak of the door being opened slightly. He was quite surprised to glance over and see the slight slender figure of James Moriarty hovering in his doorway. Sherlock quickly grabbed the duvet and pulled it over himself, suddenly shamefully aware of his nakedness.

"Jim," he spluttered. "What are you...what are you doing here?"

James lighted up a joint, inhaled deep and kept in a few seconds while watching Sherlock cover up. He exhaled and stepped into the room closing the door behind him.

"Want some?" He said while holding out his joint.

"Got bored downstairs and started wandering around, looking for some distraction." He explained.

Sherlock leant down and grabbed his underpants, trying to put them on without Jim seeing him too much. He could feel himself flushed red with embarrassment. He stared at the rather long looking cigarette in the student's outstretched hand.

"Umm...what is it exactly?"

"Nothing I haven't seen before." James smiled as he noticed how shy Sherlock had gotten.

"marijuana" he shrugged. "Not even close to what you've got over there." He nudged his hand towards the rest of coke on the night table.

Having regained some dignity by putting on his underpants, Sherlock accepted the joint off Jim and took a drag. He knew a lot of the students enjoyed smoking marijuana but it was a new experience to him. He held the smoke in his mouth, playing around with the sweet taste and feeling the effects of the drug as it relaxed his muscles and limbs. Not bad, he thought.

He grinned when Jim noticed the coke. "I found that in the toilet," he explained. "It's brilliant. D'you want some?"