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

James did as John said and got him everything. He was already watching Sherlock get ready and he didn't really care who did who, as long as he was getting some.

His eyes traveled over John's body until he spoke the words.

"God yes." James whimpered, crawling back onto the bed, right in front of John.

John was already coming undone, Sherlock's fingers were preparing him and his mind was screaming out in desire. He couldn't believe what he was doing, but clearly enough, he couldn't think about it at the moment.

It was just about pleasure now, and experimenting, and God he loved the way Sherlock explored his insides, he just wanted to melt against him.

He leaned on Jim once he was back in place, his mouth instinctively attaching itself to the back of his neck, sucking another bruise into the pale skin.

"I bet you like it rough," he whispered in Jim's ear, his hand moving down his spine, grazing in between his butt cheeks, feeling the bundle of muscles around his hole, and trying hard not to beg Sherlock to move faster.

He quickly threw one condom backwards for Sherlock to use and started opening one for him, his hands shaking in anticipation. If Jim was as good a lover as he was a kisser, he was going to enjoy this quite a lot.

Sherlock was slowly exploring John with his fingers, fascinated and excited at the way they smoothly glided in and out, first one, then two, then three. He responded to the gentle moans escaping from John's lips, his heart pounding and his mouth dry, his body screaming out for something more intense. God, he wanted to be inside this man...

When the condom was passed back to him Sherlock removed his fingers from John, eagerly ripped open the packet and took a moment to attach it to himself. It was the first time he'd ever been required to do such a thing and it was a little awkward, made worse by the fact that he was so impatient to proceed. Finally he was ready. He positioned himself once again, this time with the head of his erection pressed up against John's entrance. With one hand holding the other man's hip he slowly but firmly pushed himself inside.

Jim groaned as John sucked another spot. It felt good, it was arousing him more than it should. He needed more as simple things weren't keeping him satisfied anymore. However a shiver followed John's hand down his spine and he couldn't help but tense at the touch of his entrance.

John was right, he liked it rough. Very rough, as rough as possible. All he could do was helplessly whimper in reply, hoping that John understood the hint.

John moaned loudly against Jim's shoulders when Sherlock entered him, he knew it was coming, but bloody hell, it had been a while.
He liked it, he liked how the soft pain made his insides tingle.
Sherlock was fucking him, it was a dream in itself.

"Slowly at first," he instructed him, knowing he needed a bit of time to do something for Jim as well, and he doubted he'd be able to concentrate much if Sherlock started pounding into him. It was hard enough at the moment.

He quickly rolled the condom on his arousal, hands shaking because of the feelings that sparked up and down his spine, his hand searched for the lube and squeezed a bit of it over the thin plastic.
That was all the preparation Jim was going to get, he thought, and grabbed the man's hips forcibly.
The next second he was pushing himself inside him, the feeling of penetrating while being penetrated almost knocked him out.

John's moans left his warm breath to fly over James's skin. It felt so good he found himself biting down his own lower lip.

Though James liked rough, he had hoped for a little bit preparing than the one he had. He hissed loud as John pushed in, hands gripping on to the sheet. His back arched and Sherlock thrusting into John made John move more then he should. "God damn..." He said through clenched teeth.

He'd adjust to it once John got it going. He just needed to bite away so pain now. Pain that soon would turn into perhaps the best pleasure he'd ever felt.

Sherlock had heard John's request to go slow but was struggling to contain himself. The way John felt around him, so warm and tight, the muscles gripping onto his arousal every time he withdrew slightly...it was making him lose his mind. He wrapped his leg over John's for better access and tried to push deeper, as deep as it would go before slowly pulling back out right to the head. Jesus...he had to fight himself not to let go, to resist the urge to grab John by the hips, hold him still and fuck him wildly. Sherlock could feel his body screaming out for it, every instinct urging him on.

"Please John..." he begged. "Please..I...I need it..." He buried his head in the other man's shoulder, opened up his mouth and took a bite, sucking in the skin like he'd watched him to Jim.

John was trembling slightly, his nerves straining to process all the impulses they were subject to. He moaned helplessly when he felt Sherlock drive even deeper, his eyes closing for a long moment, his hand moving down Jim's side, tracing the other's skin until it stopped on his hipbone.

"Alright, yes, go," he whispered, helping out by moving back on Sherlock, consequently pulling a bit out of Jim. "Let's do this," he added, moving his hips to start a rhythm.

John's words were the only encouragement Sherlock needed. He was desperate for more. Something harder, something faster, more passionate. Supporting himself on one elbow and the other hand wrapped around John's shoulder, he withdrew himself out almost all the way and then pushed back in quickly. It felt good, powerful, tight. He repeated the process, each time getting a little wilder as he responded to his own desires, small grunts escaping his lips, his eyes half closed in ecstacy.

Sherlock felt John's hips pushing back onto him and he slipped deeper inside as a result. John was building up a rhythm and every time he thrusted into Jim it pulled himself of Sherlock slightly. He decided to keep up this new tempo, moving his hips every time John moved his, matching him thrust for thrust.

James moaned everytime john thrusted back in. The pain was still there but his body was getting used to it, trying to replace it with pleasure.

Fingers still wrapped around the sheets underneath him were loosening up. His head hung low and his breathing was becoming heavier. Eyelids clenched every time he felt john filling him up again. He was loving this.

John was in the middle of a storm of feelings, he felt Sherlock push deep inside him, deliciously stetching his skin and filling him up, while his own arousal was buried in the tightness of Jim's perfect ass.

He was not going to be able to take much of this, that was sure. So he tried to make the most of it, pushing his hips back on Sherlock, before thrusting hard and eagerly in Jim.

His hips started to move fast, and his hand groped the front of Jim's chest, fingers soon wrapping around his erection, stroking it in time with their thrusts.

Sherlock began thrusting wildly, losing all self control. Every time John pushed his hips back into him he felt like he might explode. He wanted this to go on forever but he could feel himself getting dangerously close to the edge. He remembered what it had felt like last time, a pinnacle of sensation rippling through him. Just the thought of it drove him on, made him push harder.

He sunk his teeth into John's shoulder and moaned his name aloud, whilst his fingernails dug into his chest. It felt so damn good to be inside of John he wondered why he'd never attempted anything like this before. As a sudden wave of pleasure hit him Sherlock threw back his head and cried out.

"I think I'm...John...oh God..." He couldn't speak, couldn't articulate, he just had to hope John understood.

His just loosened grip on the sheets became tight again as he felt John's hands slip down and surrounding his arousal. His moans got louder and he was panting by now.

He know that at this rhythm he wouldn't last very long and he was already feeling heat gather in his abdomen. "Johnnn." He groaned, not sure what he meant by it. He just wanted more, anything, he needed to release himself from the feeling he had at this moment.

John could tell by the way Sherlock's thrusts felt that the young man was about to come, they were rushed, they were shaky, mirror of the pleasure that was waiting to be released.

He was not far from his own peak, he realized, the hand on Jim's arousal was shaking in exhaustion, but he could not stop any of his movements, his hips pushing harshly into the other's ass, driven by the need to reach his own orgasm.

He groaned when he felt the bite on his shoulder, his eyes closing, overwhelmed by how the pain mixed with the intense pleasure.

"God," he whimpered, soft wet kisses moving along the back of Jim's neck.
"Come on," he urged him, knowing he was too close to last more than a few thrusts.

Sherlock's vision was blurred, flashes of colour dancing over his eyes as he continued to drive himself deeper and harder into John. He was panting and out of breath, the beads of sweat beginning to form on his back, but he couldn't stop, he just had to keep going and going. Finally it hit him. He cried out, his thrusts becoming hesitant and random before stopping completely as he released himself into John's tight ass, his hands gripping the other man's chest to steady himself.

He couldn't hold this anymore, John's hands on his erection were working miracles. He tried to bite down his lips to keep quiet but it only made the sound come out muffled. He felt his body tense and forcefully his hips bucked a few times while ejaculation onto the sheets underneath him. He was screaming it out by now as well, he'd never felt an orgasm this intense.

John could tell Sherlock was coming by how hectic his thrusts had become, his own body jerking and straining for a few thrusts that would bring him over the top.
He groaned, feeling Jim's muscles clench around him, mirroring his orgasm, and he came in one long thrust, closing his eyes and forgetting himself completely.

He was overwhelmed, he realized, his hand slowly moving away Jim's spent cock and settling on his side, while the other helped him move out his ass and took the condom off. An half moan escaped his lips when his movements caused Sherlock's cock to slid out of him.
"God," he exclaimed, after throwing the condom in the bin and falling back on the bed, he needed some sleep.

Sherlock collapsed back onto the bed, exhausted, his heart still thumping and the waves of orgasm still echoing through his body. With one tired hand he pulled off the condom and hurled it carelessly over the edge of the bed, not really caring right now if it went on the floor or not.

With a great effort he managed to roll himself onto his side and wrap an arm across John's chest, snuggling his face into the other man's shoulder.

"That was....incredible..." he managed to stammer.

(( eh guys... What now? xD Do I just leave again orrr? ))

(( They'd probably all be too knackerd and drunk to do anything else but we could pick up another day...I imagine James wouldn't be satisfied and would want to have Sherlock but John would probably be possessive and jealous over him by now so there could be some tension there...and James can keep blackmailing John saying he's going to tell everyone that he slept with two students, got drunk and took drugs and that would obviously put his position of junior professor in danger! Also Sherlock will probably get addicted to coke and John will have to help him! Anyway, just a few ideas...XD ))

((oooh you've got lots of drama ideas there! So we are actually making them start a three way relationship or something? I thought it was just a one off >> But all those ideas sound nice, I can see John being jealous of Sherlock, but also wanting Jim a bit, because of having had him once already, you know? Of course he would try to be proper though, so he would try to stay away from the both of them or something, because it's not like they agreed to date or anything of the sort... I don't know! It's quite complicated XDD I think at the moment they could sleep though... next day is bound to be rather embarrassing! XD ))

(( Yeah, I think Sherlock would want to "try" Jim and vice verca and not exactly a three way relationship exactly but all of them having slept together and then all getting jealous of each other and not being able to work out who they like more or who they want to be with. Complex stuff! But yeah....sleep is good. Except Sherlock's practically had a whole gram of cocaine to himself so I might have him stay up all night doing geeky chemistry stuff whilst Jim and John fall asleep on his bed )).

Sherlock wasn't sure how long he'd been collapsed into John's shoulder, but he had been enjoying the professor's pleasant smell and allowing the after effects of his orgasm to wash over him. Finally he felt rejuvinated enough to get up again.

He removed his arm from it's position wrapped over John's chest and sat up, moving to the edge of the bed before dropping his legs onto the floor and standing up. He stretched and turned back towards the bed, noticing with a smile that the other two were fast asleep. Sherlock didn't particularly feel tired. His eyes fell upon the empty back of cocaine and realised that probably had something to do with his boundless energy. He shrugged, and sat down at his desk, turning his attention to an experiment he'd started earlier in the evening but never had the chance to finish.

John had been so exhausted, drunk and drugged up, that when he woke up after a few hours of rest, he felt sore and aching all over.
His mouth felt as if something had died in it, dry and bitter, and he really thought death was a better option than to live with the splitting headache.

"Bloody hell..." he whimpered, realizing only when he started to stir that there was a body in his arms, he opened his eyes slowly. Jim Moriarty was there cuddled against his chest.
What the hell happened?

Jim woke up at the stir of John's body. His eyes refused to open because of the light drilling in to it. His tongue thick and dry, nose burning and his head throbbing painfully.

"Hmmm." he groaned, before he actually forced himself to open his eyes. "What the fuck?" He said as he saw John's naked body resting in his arms. He then became painfully aware that he was exposed himself. "What the.." He repeated.