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

I can easily get addicted to this... he thought, Jim's lips on his were a soft and appealing drug, and Sherlock had always been weak to those pleasures.

His head spinned and he found himself on top of the other man, confusion gave way to a smug smile.
He could show what he had learned then!

He moved down to attach his lips to Jim's neck, finding himself exploring his skin, nibbling and sucking the spots he thought were softer, the places that felt better under his tongue.

All the while he was travelling south, fingers opening the path for him, and once he was down by his lower abdomen, he looked up.
Eyes sparked softly and defiantly he undid Jim's pants with his fingers again, but when he was pushing them off, he also took his underwear with them.

He smirked at Jim's now naked crotch, taking in the flushed flesh and licking his now very dry lips.

The smirk that Sherlock gave him only increased his desire to fuck the detective senseless. How was this man still a virgin? If only he knew how sexy he really was...

Jim moaned loudly as Sherlock bit softly into the sensitive skin on his neck. Sherlock had definitely been paying attention, and if he hadn't known better, he would assume that Sherlock had done this before. He slipped his fingers into Sherlock's black locks, pulling a little too roughly as Sherlock went lower down his chest.

Sherlock's lips on his skin was electrifying, and he could feel his arousal causing pressure in his pants. He was aching for Sherlock to slip them off, and he shuddered when he finally undid them. He gasped when Sherlock slipped his underwear off as well, the cold from the floor sending shockwaves through his body.

Jim whimpered slightly and tugged on Sherlock's hair. He was beyond satisfied with how Sherlock was doing as of now, and didn't want him to stop.

The way Jim was tugging at his hair, directing him in the right places, was exciting Sherlock even more, he liked this, he liked to be pushed in the right direction, it made him confident about what he was doing.

He couldn't stop his hands from moving once Jim was naked, long pale fingers running up his thighs, feeling the way his muscles felt, and then his hips, his chest, his nipples, and experimentally he moved down, pressing their bodies together and feeling the heat shake his world once again.

"Jim," he whispered, lips on his earlobe. "Do something," he pleaded, because he felt like he could burst. "I don't know what to do," he admitted, helplessly moving against him, the friction of their skins making him moan.

Sherlock's fingers were everywhere at once, and trying to keep track of them was nearly impossible with all of these sensations clouding his mind. He wanted to be frustrated with Sherlock for making his thoughts scrambled, but he couldn't even focus long enough to be frustrated anymore.

Sherlock suddenly pressed against him, their bodies colliding with such heated friction that it took all of his remaining composure to keep from loudly moaning Sherlock's name. He didn't want Sherlock to think that he fully approved of his performance..yet. He wanted Sherlock to work for it, and to earn his approval, which was growing very quickly.

Jim's original thought was not to rush things; he had wanted to take it very slow, to torture the other man and make him plead for his satisfaction. Now, however, he wasn't so sure. He found himself wanting this much more than he thought he would, and he again cursed himself for his emotions taking control. He felt like an inexperienced amateur with the way Sherlock was making him moan and move underneath him. He wanted control back, and he wanted it now.

Jim kissed Sherlock hard, and then placed both hands flat on his chest and pushed him off. The look of surprise on the other mans face almost made him laugh as he got up from the floor.
"I'm not fucking you on the floor. Bedroom. Now"
Jim motioned in the direction of his bedroom, which was down the hall and to the right. He, however, headed in the opposite direction. Jim felt very awkward walking around his flat completely naked, and though he supposed Sherlock didn't mind, he didn't like feeling so exposed. He heard the others mans soft footsteps as he headed in the direction of his bedroom.

Sherlock groaned as he was pushed away, again, he couldn't believe Jim was being such a- "Is it a commonly accepted behaviour to se such a tease during sexual encounters, or is it just you?" he asked, standing up and looking to where Jim was pointing.

His brain started working a bit more as he walked towards the bedroom, and he started thinking about what this man did. The apartment was rather elegant, a few things were incredibly costly, surely Jim didn't have money problems, but it had to be that way considering where he had met him.

He felt himself swallow hard when he reached the bedroom, he knew that past this there was no turning back.
He was coming out of this room not a virgin any more, he decided, pushing down his underwear and crawling on the blankets.

Jim once again ignored Sherlock's comment and smiled to himself. He could tell that he was frustrated by Jim making him wait, and this only made him move just a bit slower around the apartment. He would admit that he was a tease, but frustrating Sherlock was greatly amusing to him.

He finally found what he was looking for and walked to the bedroom. Sherlock had taken off the remainder of his clothes and was laying on his bed, and Jim stopped in the doorway just to admire his perfection.

He made his way to the bed, and sat next to where Sherlock was laying. He tried not to stare at his body too much, but he couldn't help himself for the first few moments of seeing him. He leaned over and planted soft kisses onto his lips, all the while moving his body closer to Sherlock's.

((Oh no, he's getting suspicious of Jims career!! XDD ))

Sherlock felt his cheeks burn red when Jim entered the room, he felt like a prize, perched on his bed, waiting for him, and he didn't feel like that much of a prize. Not valuable, he thought of his body. Would he really be able to go through with this? Was he able to excite another human being at all?

Embarrassment faded away when he realized Jim's gaze was lust-filled, not disgusted or anything else he would have expected.
It made his chest feel warm and heavy, something he could not describe, but that made him lean towards Jim once he was close again.

"I want you close," he whispered, an admission that made him slightly shy, his whole body was shaking now, because he knew what was coming next, and it scared him.
Irrational. God, he hated being irrational.





((Don't worry, I am sure Jim hid the incriminating props XDD it's going to be hilarious later on, 'Sherlock you know that person you lost your virginity to? Well that's your nemesis, good job' XD By the way, I really like how it started as a shameless pwp, but now it's almost like they are making love, it's sweet~))

Jim frowned into the kiss. It was extremely obvious that Sherlock was afraid; his whole body was shaking from it. He was unsure of how to make Sherlock more relaxed, and even more unsure of why he was so concerned for the other man. He had always been interested in Sherlock Holmes, but before that was on a mere intellectual level. Now, the intellectual genius was here before him, naked and shaking in fear; something that Jim would normally take a sick pleasure in watching. But he didn't. Not this time.

He placed a hand on the side of Sherlock's face, caressing it gently in an attempt to soothe the other man.
"You still want to do this?"

(( *Tents Fingers* Hilarious indeed!))
((Aww I know, it is sweet! Sherlock is too damn adorable ))

The question was giving him a way out. Jim's tone was soft, his hand was warm, but Sherlock wanted to exclaim that if he didn't want to be there, he would have left alreaedy.

His mind betrayed him though, it started thinking about why Jim would ask him that, why he would be so considerate.

Grey eyes turned confused, he surely had not expected him to ask that at all.
Jim seemed to be the kind of guy who would take what he wanted, regardless of hesitant feelings.
So for a moment, Sherlock's insecurities flared up.

"Am I not good enough?" he asked, his eyes filling with feelings he was used to suppress to the depth of his heart. The loneliness and the inadequacy he felt whenever someone scorned him.

Jim was taken aback by Sherlock's question. He had obviously misunderstood Jim's intent, and had taken it as a personal insult of some kind. This was the consequence of caring, he figured.

Sherlock's cold tone of voice sparked a flash of anger in his chest. He had been gentle with him, a courtesy that he didn't give for most people, and Sherlock just threw it back in his face. He wanted to shout at him, and tell him that if he wasn't good enough than he wouldn't have bothered with him in the first place.

But he didn't shout. He layed there, and stared coldly into Sherlock's emotional eyes, trying to think of something to say.

The lack of response made Sherlock's heart sink to the depth of his chest, he felt even more naked under Jim's gaze, his eyes were turning cold by the second, and he was starting to think he had misunderstood him completely.

"It's a simple enough question. Are you attracted to me or not?" he hissed, his insecurities dancing in his eyes, his cheeks flushing red. "I can still go away, you don't have to go through with this if it disgusts you."

Jim grabbed Sherlocks left wrist, and then the other, raising them above Sherlocks head and holding them against the bed with one hand. For a smaller man, he was surprisingly strong. He carefully climbed on top of Sherlock, resuming the same position that they had been in on the floor.

"Shut up." His voice sounded surprisingly calm for how angry he had been only a moment ago. He didn't want to hear any more of it. No more complaining, no more questions. No more talking.

He leaned down, Sherlock's wrists grasped firmly in his hand, and pressed him lips against his. He moved them slowly at first, waiting to see if Sherlock would reject him.

Sherlock's eyes were confused again, what was Jim doing?

He wanted to protest, to struggle, but his body didn't react, it was submissive, allowing his wrists to be caught and pinned above his head.

He arched his back, trying to find a comfortable position, he felt naked, he felt exposed, but their skins were touching and he wanted something, he wanted more.

He pursed his lips when he was told to shut up, his cheeks burning red again, he felt so stupid.

They weren't stopping though, and he couldn't help the relief that pooled in his chest.
His lips welcoming Jim's kiss, but this time he was rougher, he was eager, he was demanding, biting and nibbling at his lower lip before the other could pull away for air.

Jim noticed that Sherlock was being more aggressive, and he absolutely loved it. The roughness of Sherlocks kisses combined with him biting his lower lip was only increasing his arousal; he would haveto do something about it soon. Sherlock no doubt knew what was next, and the nervousness that he had portrayed before was slowly going away. He wanted this, they both wanted this, and Jim decided to take the next step.

He slid his hand down Sherlock's chest, feeling and scratching everything his fingertips came into contact with, until he reached what he was aiming for. He lightly ran his fingertips over Sherlock's erection, teasing the other man just a bit. Sherlock was right, he supposed. He was a bit of a tease.

((I'm sorry I haven't updated!!!!))

Sparks of pleasure traveled along Sherlock's skin when he felt the other's fingers brush along his erection, it was hardly enough, but more than he was used to. No one other than himself had ever touched him, and even that was very rare.

He arched his back, needy, he wanted things to go faster and he tried to push his erection against Jim's hand as he groaned in frustration, the next second he was kissing Jim even harder in some sort of revenge.


((No worries~~))

Jim moaned into the rough kiss. Sherlock's lips were becoming more and more indelicate against his own, meaning that the teasing was getting to him. The frustration and eagerness of the detective was becoming too much for his already clouded mind to handle, and he decided to give Sherlock a bit of satisfaction for his patience.

He wrapped his fingers around Sherlock's erection, grasping it a little harder than he should, and slowly began moving his hand back and forth. Jim figured this was the first time Sherlock had ever received a hand-job, and judging by the way the other man was moaning he had also not masturbated very much either. What did this man do when he was a teenager, he wondered.

The moans coming from Sherlock were only making it harder to restrain himself. If Sherlock was feeling the most pleasure he had ever felt now..Jim couldn't imagine how he'd react when he actually fucked him. Again, the thought of Sherlock still being a virgin baffled him, though he wouldn't be one for much longer.

Sherlock couldn't help his breathing becoming laboured, and he had to break the kiss, his hips instinctively moving towards Jim's hand, it was so good he could lose himself in this. He wanted to lose himself in this.

He knew there was something he was supposed to do though, and his fingers moved along the other's side, tracing the skin, then on his lower abdomen, tentative.
He was blushing furiously when he touched the other's erection, Jim was just as hard as him, and he moaned in need slowly mirroring the other's movements.
He couldn't believe he could be this excited.


((We all wonder what Sherlock did when he was a teenager XDD ))

He was almost too busy with his own hands to notice Sherlock's hand snaking down his body. Almost. Once his hand reached Jim's own arousal, his concentration was almost gone. The rhythm that he had been keeping with his hand was thrown out of wack, and he struggled for a moment to get it back. Sherlock was mimicking his movements almost exactly, and causing Jim to moan louder than his dignity would normally allow.

He increased the speed of his hand, and leaned down and started to bite and suck on the sensitive part of Sherlock's neck. The loud groan that followed assured approval, and Jim continued on that side, and then switched to the other. Sherlock suddenly sped up his own hand, causing Jim to bite into his skin much harder than he had planned to. He could taste blood, and apologetically licked the wound.

Sherlock had no control over his moans, no control over his limbs, and hardly any control over anything at all. "God," he whimpered at the bite, he felt himself bleed, he felt the way Jim was licking the bruise, and it only added to how turned on he felt.

"Jim," he whimpered, his head thrown back, he knew he wasn't going to last much longer. "Too early," he protested, his hand was mimicking Jim's movements and rhythm because it was all he could do at the moment not to let himself melt down completely.

The pressure in his gut was becoming too much for him to handle, and Sherlock's moans and whimpers were not helping what was left of his concentration. He wanted Sherlock to break first; to see him at his most vulnerable. He had given up far too much of his control already, and was determined to keep this last thing.

Sherlock moaning his name was utterly sexy, even if it was only an attempt to speak to him. He also knew that it was a bit too early for both of them to come, but he wasn't done with Sherlock. No, not done with him at all.

There was a moment right after Sherlock groaned his name that he thought his body would give; it took everything he had left not to. His body was quickly betraying him, and he knew that if he could hold out for at least a few moments, he would get what he wanted.

His hand was now moving along Sherlock's length as fast as it could, and he began to suck on his neck again, waiting for Sherlock to give. For a few moments the sweet torture was almost too much for him, but at last he felt Sherlock's muscles tighten, and with a few more loud moans he came hard onto Jim's stomach and hand. The look on Sherlock's face was utterly beautiful, and Jim followed him within only a few seconds.

He couldn't hold himself up anymore, and collapsed onto Sherlock's chest, trying to cath his breath. He strained his neck and kissed Sherlock's jaw before resting his face in the crook of his neck.

((Long post is long XD Hopefully this makes up for my absence...))

Sherlock had been on a path of no return, the ammount of impulses that were short circuiting in his brain was more than he had ever experienced, and his body had taken control completely, guiding him into a strong orgasm that made him moan helplessly.

His first thought came back only when he felt the other's body press on his, the soft kiss on his neck. Why was Jim being so sweet? He wondered, his heart slowing down, but his whole chest was warm with a feeling he did not recognize.

"This was not sexual intercourse," he pointed out eventually, his voice shaking a bit, he had to admit he wasn't entirely sure.


((<3))

Jim sighed into Sherlock's neck before lifting himself up to look the detective in the face.
"I think that's obvious" He leaned down and kissed him, biting his lip hard before pulling away. "I'm not done with you yet," he growled, smirking at the mess of bruises and cuts that he had made on Sherlock's body. He slid a hand down to the other mans thighs, brushing his fingertips over the skin as he went.

((XD))

Sherlock frowned at the words, so this was not all? He was about to protest that he had come here to experience sexual intercourse, not this, even though it had been rather mind-blowing all the same. He was a bit scared of what sex could be, considering how this had gone.
But when he opened his mouth to talk, Jim leaned down and kissed him again, the bite on his lower lip stinging enough to silence his thoughts.

I am not done with you...
The words scared and excited Sherlock into expectant silence. He was painfully aware of Jim's fingers along his body, and his skin was sore for the bruises he was positively covered with.

His own fingers moved then, tracing the other's neck and Adam's apple, maybe it was the effect of the orgasm, but he thought Jim was utterly beautiful right then.

It was finally happening. There was no turning back; no more foreplay, and no more talking. Sherlock had quickly become silent, and at first Jim thought that he was getting scared again. He was just about to say something when Sherlock began softly touching his neck, jumbling the words that he had prepared in his mind.

He stretched an arm over the side of the bed, searching for what he had carelessly thrown onto the floor earlier. His fingers brushed against it, and he dragged it back up to them. The item in his hand was a small, labeless bottle.

He popped the cap, and squeezed a bit of a clear gel-like substance onto his fingers. He then looked at Sherlock. "It's cold. And this might sting a bit.."

Sherlock's curious eyes were quick to move to the bottle, he did not recognize it, but he was sure he knew what it was. He had researched the topic, and even though his mind was still hazy, it still worked better than any other ordinary human being's.

He nodded at Jim's warning, not speaking because he didn't want his voice to shake. He didn't care if this would end up hurting him, he was too curious, and his lust for knowledge had always been greater than anything else any way.

So he bent his left knee and brought it up and to the side, effectively welcoming Jim's hand.