All for science (Moriarty/Sherlock) (JimfromIT,Sherlock Phoenix)

"Make this easier? Not having second thoughs, are we?", Moriarty cooed, pouring two glasses of light colored liquid. He handed one to Sherlock.

"I wouldn't be here if I had second thoughts," he said, and took the glass, smelling it with a soft grimace.

"I have to admit I am not sure what to expect though," he commented, looking at Jim. "I have done my research however, there are a number of things I would like to experiment."

"Did you expect to smell poison? We haven't even known eachother long enough for that, Sherlock," he teased.

He crossed the room after taking a long drink, and set the glass on his coffee table. He moved closer to Sherlock, and glanced up at the detectives piercing eyes. "If you're done examining my liquor, we can get started."

He grinned at the words: "You need to know people for long before you poison them? I thought it was the other way around."

He sipped the liquid and grimaced further, yes, he wasn't exactly one for alcohol. He blinked up at Jim, feeling himself swallow hard.
"Very well," he said, and stood up nervously.
What was he supposed to do anyway?

After postponing it for as long as he could, Jim closed the gap between them. Unlike the hard, rough kiss that he had given Sherlock the evening of the party, this time he moved slowly, and softly.

He could feel Sherlock freeze as soon as he touched him, and this encouraged Jim to go further. One of his hands found its way to the buttons on Sherlock's shirt, while the other slid up his back. He wanted to make the detective squirm, and if not in pleasure, than in unfamiliarity of the things he was feeling.

Sherlock was surprised by the straight-forward manner Jim approached him. He would have thought he'd get a bit of a warning first, or maybe that they would talk about what was going to happen.

It clearly didn't work like that, it was silly of him to think it would work like that. After all this was not a business presentation.

He felt himself gasp softly at the kiss, the feeling of the other's lips felt vaguely familiar. Of course they would, they had kissed before.

He tried to calm down, returning the soft pressure and letting his hand rest on Jim's waist.
He really tried not to be painfully aware of the fingers that were undoing his shirt's buttons.

Jim raked his fingers down Sherlock's back as he plucked at the buttons on his shirt. He could only do this for so long, and then he'd haveto rip the shirt off.

Jim moved his lips down to Sherlock's neck, nipping and sucking at the skin of his jaw as he went. He sucked roughly at the area directly below his jaw, and smirked at the rather loud gasp that came from the detective. He focused on that spot, caressing it with his teeth and tongue as Sherlocks gasps were turning into throaty moans.

Finally, after having quite enough frustration with the buttons, he grabbed a handful of Sherlock's shirt and in one strong tug the shirt came open.

Sherlock's head was rather dizzy by then, his cheeks burning up with embarrassment as he moaned. His neck was surprisingly sensitive, he tried to register the new data, but it was highly distracting.

He groaned when his shirt was ripped open. "My favorite shirt," he protested, looking at Jim with annoyance, nonetheless he let the fabric slid down his shoulders.
Sherlock certainly wasn't a material man.

"I take it you aren't a patient person..."

"Patience is a virtue..." He trailed his lips back up to Sherlock's. "Never found in man." He bit down hard onto Sherlock's bottom lip, gripping his hair and pushing his head down slightly to try to make up for the height difference.

He licked Sherlock's lip before slipping his tongue into his mouth. Jim ignored Sherlock's comment about the shirt. The repercussions didn't matter at the moment.

(Not sure how I'm doing so far XD )

Sherlock's chuckle died in his throat when Jim moved closer again, and their lips met. He could hardly keep his reactions normal, when his body was bombared with such new inputs.

He followed the other's movements, he let himself be pulled down, he let his mouth be invaded, and he faintly returned the kiss, trying hard to learn the right technique.
Soon he found himself clinging to the other's shoulders not to crumble. Just a kiss could do this, he had no idea.


((I think it's going great, no? o.O Jim can be a bit more forceful if you prefer, however you like it~~ as I said I just don't like humiliation))

(Haha alright XD I didn't want him to be too forceful, but I'll bring it up a notch)

Jim hadn't expected Sherlock to be this easily affected by just kissing, and couldn't help but wonder about the mans sexual life, or lack thereof. Mycroft Holmes had told him numerous things about Sherlock; and even those things hadn't prepared him for the intelligence that he lacked on the matter. How a gorgeous man like Sherlock stayed innocent.. Jim couldn't begin to tell. Sherlock's sexual innocence was not something that he had previously thought of, and now he found the desire to take it away was growing.

Jim scraped his fingernails down the detectives chest to his trousers. He was about to undo them when he realized that he was still fully clothed. He he had not done any actual teaching yet; something that he had also not planned out. He had intended to teach Sherlock by doing, not step by step. He supposed that it was now time to get him moving.

He detached his lips from Sherlock's, and, once he felt that he was stable, untangled the mans arms from around his neck.

"Take off my pants." He waited for Sherlock to respond, amused by the look of confusion and nervousness on the others face.

Sherlock pulled away from the kiss, and a look of confusion bloomed on his features. Was that how it worked? He was going to receive orders and he would have to comply?
It made sense considering he had no idea what to do otherwise.
It'd turn out to be rather easier than he expected if it was so.

He nodded then, pale fingers moving slowly and undoing the other's belt. He then moved to his zipper and button, soon he was making the other's trousers fall to the floor.
He couldn't help but look down at the other's underwear, he was curious, yes.
"Good?" he asked then, searching for approval.

He watched Sherlocks slender fingers move about, and he could only imagine the other things he could be doing with those fingers...
He reminded himself of why Sherlock was there and, despite what he had said earlier, that he would haveto be patient for the time being.

Jim rolled his eyes at Sherlocks question. He slipped his pants back up and re-did the zipper and button. He decided to take off the belt entirely and toss it aside. He made a mental note of where it was in case he needed it later.
"No. Again. And this time, be more creative."

Sherlock looked at Jim confused, even more so than before. He didn't get it, why did he have to do it again? He was rather sure there weren't many ways to undress someone.

"I don't understand," he said, and he almost wanted to pout. He sighed, and then knelt down, an arrogant look on his face as he undid his zip again and pulled the trousers down.

"I am not amused," he said, still trying not to look at Jim's crotch.



((Sherlock is a bit sexually dumb >> forgive him >> ))

Jims hopes raised a little as Sherlock knelt down. He would painfully repeat this step until Sherlock did it right by Jims standards, but could the detective finally be catching on?

All thoughts of an early progression disappeared as Sherlock began clumsily undoing him with his fingers again. No, this wouldn't do at all. He considered making Sherlock re-do it without any tips to give Sherlock the opportunity to think of things himself, but he doubted that would work. Instead, a new idea came to him just as he was about to pull the detective off the floor.

He quickly re-did his pants, ignoring the continued look of confusion on Sherlocks face. He let out as sigh as he reached out his left foot and connected it with Sherlocks pale chest, knocking the taller man onto his back.

(Not to worry! I have this somewhat planned out. XD)

Sherlock gasped, his first instinct was to react to the attack, but he knew this was not a fight, so he let himself fall. Silencing the protests of his mind.
There was something sensual about the way Jim was towering over him, and it made the detective curious for what would come next.

He was on the floor then, resting his weight on his elbows in a plastic pose, his pale chest bare, his hair already quite a mess.
"I would do better with instructions," he commented off-handedly.

Jim stared down at him for a moment before joining him on the floor. He parted his legs and rested his knees on both sides of Sherlock, straddling him and keeping him flat on the floor.

He expected Sherlock to protest, or to at least show some sign of discomfort. Instead he was silent andhis eyes flashed eagerly, waiting for what Jim was going to do.

Jim didn't waste any time. He started by bringing their lips together once more. He moved roughly against Sherlock, trying to force the other mans mouth open.

Sherlock wanted to ask why they were not using a bed, but the idea of doing this on the floor was making him that slightly bit more eager. He had never liked ordinary things anyway.

This was not ordinary for Sherlock at all, he had never thought he'd find himself in this position.
Something was stirring in his lower regions, he was painfully aware of it now that Jim was straddling him.

He whimpered softly when Jim tried to force his mouth open, his lips parting further and his hand moving up to bury into the other man's hair. Sherlock found himself incredibly pliable.
He was going to let Jim do whatever he wanted. Just this once.

Jim moaned loudly into Sherlock's mouth as the other man entwined his fingers into his hair, pulling hard. If Sherlock continued to do that, Jim wouldn't be able to control himself for much longer..

As soon as Sherlock opened his mouth, Jim slipped in his tongue and began exploring the detectives mouth. This only lasted for a moment before Jim pulled away.
"Instructions? No..use your observational skills, detective.."
He leaned in and kissed Sherlock hard. He was sure that both of their lips would be somewhat bruised with how rough he was being, but that was something that he'd deal with. The majority of the bruises that would result from this would be on Sherlock; he would make sure of that.

He began kissing away from Sherlocks mouth; first the corner of his lips, and then his jaw. He lingered on the sensitive spot on Sherlocks neck before finding his way to his chest. He was going to leave marks on Sherlock, oh yes, and he intended for them to be everywhere that he could reach.

Sherlock wanted to scoff at the other's words, he couldn't possibly use his observation skills when he was an active part of the process, but his mouth was otherwise occupied, and he realized it was extremely hard to think about witty comebacks when you were growing aroused.

The soft movements of Jim's lips against his skin were sparking chills of pleasure up and down his spine and he found himself scratching the back of the other's neck in some sort of encouragement. Yes, he liked that, and God his neck was sensitive.

Jim made his way down to Sherlock's pants, taking his sweet time to prolong the sensations Sherlock was feeling. The soft moans coming from the other man were making Jim's thoughts scatter, and Sherlock's nails on his neck weren't helping in keeping his composure.

He un-buttoned his pants with one swift motion of his hands, and played with the belt-loop as he nipped and kissed the lower part of his midriff.

(( Is 'midriff' even used anymore? o.O ))

Sherlock felt he was not coherent any more. He would think something and then the opposite, his mind was doomed.
It scared him a bit, because how was he supposed to store information if all he could do was whimper and writhe under the other's ministrations?

The problem didn't bother him that much though, because he really liked whimpering and writhing under Jim at the moment.

His fingertips were travelling down the other's neck and shoulders, and then he realized he could do something useful and undo Jim's shirt, they settled to do that, even though at some point he couldn't reach any more and he was moaning for a kiss that went oh so close to his pants-line he thought he felt his arousal twitch.

((Never heard of it >> learned something today XDD))

Jim became aware of Sherlock tugging at his shirt, and before he knew it he was sliding it over his head and throwing it to the side.
They were both shirtless now.

He felt Sherlock staring at his now bare chest, and couldn't help but feel a bit of nervous. Moriarty was by no means a shy man, but having Sherlock look at him was..different. Sherlock didn't just look; he observed every little detail. Jim felt like he would see his damn soul if he allowed him to look long enough.

His lips went back to Sherlock's skin, and down to his pants zipper. He grabbed the zipper between his teeth, and pulled it down, exposing Sherlock's underwear. He grabbed the legs of pants and pulled them down and off; leaving Sherlock rather exposed on his floor.

((XD))

Indeed Sherlock's eyes were intent in his observation of Jim, they noticed the little scars, memories of a life that was not as sheltered as Sherlock had imagined, his hands could not stop themselves, reaching up, touching the expanse of white skin, exploring.

"Oh," he whimpered when Jim pulled down the zipper with his teeth, was that what he had been supposed to do before?

He felt the back of his legs hit the cold floor and winced for the change of temperature, "Cold," he protested, pretty much demanding Jim to make him forget about it. He looked down at himself, hating how pale he looked, and blushed at the tent in his underwear. He had never been aroused in front of someone else.

Jim tried not to linger his eyes on Sherlock's body, but he couldn't help himself; Sherlock was, to say the least, beautiful. His pale, untarnished skin seemed to glow, and he found himself hating his own scarred skin. He was quite alarmed at how Sherlock was making him feel at the moment; he was supposed to be in control over the situation, not his emotions.

He leaned back in and kissed Sherlock softly on the mouth, and this time his lips parted without even the slightest bit of force. He held on tightly to Sherlock's waist, and in one swift motion he flipped them. Sherlock was now on top of him.
"Your turn," he said, wanting Sherlock to get him out of his clothes. He bit down on Sherlock's lip before releasing him from the tight grasp that he was holding him in.