Want to bet on it? (John/Moriarty)

"Evil." Sherlock whispered back, unable to think of other words. He could slowly feel his brain deactivating, other body parts were taking over. Dreadful, in his state of being. He swallowed loud, glancing at John. The warm air of his breath running along his temple, John's words whispered in his ears... He was aroused. There was no way around it. Sherlock felt a bit embarrassed since he had never experienced it like this ever before.

"Evil?" he repeated, his lips curling in a smile.

"I am merely talking in your ear," he whispered, his lips brushing along his lobe as he talked.

Maybe he was a bit evil.
He couldn't help it though.
Especially after the stress of the evening and the confession, he just wanted to let everything loose.

"Very evil. Don't stop" He whispered, moaned, this wasn't just talking in his ear... This was pure arousing. But Sherlock didn't mind, he loved what John was doing to him and he loved the feeling he got from it.

If this was what staying awake meant, then he could cope for another fer hours.

John didn't hesitate, his lips wrapping around the other's lobe, his teeth nibbling at the skin as he pulled slightly.

"Always so demanding," he whispered then, his tongue coming out to lick along the helix, while his hand moved down to slide teasingly over Sherlock's thigh.
The detective felt so warm under his touch, he just loved it.

"God..." Sherlock whimpered helplessly. What was overcoming him? A strange warm feeling in his abdomen, mind unable to think straight, nudging feeling around the chest area... He had read about this, though it felt nothing like what they wrote about it.

His eyes slightly widened when he felt John's hand running up his thigh. Almost instinctively he parted his legs just slightly.
"Please." He added when John pointed out he was being demanding. He wished there was something he could do in return, something less pasive then just moaning and lying still on the sofa.

Sherlock's voice was creating a soft, warm feeling in John's chest, he felt he wanted to do something, not just tease.
The options weren't many though, especially with Sherlock's ribs.

"Please is a magic word, Sherlock.. you should use it more often," he whispered still against his ear, while his hand slid along the detective's inner thigh and cupped his crotch, giving it a soft squeeze.

Sherlock gasped at the feeling, another moan rolling over his lips. Impatiently he bucked his hips, pushing himself more in to John's touch. He never would have guessed it took that little friction to get him to this point.

"Please." He whispered once more.

"Good boy," he whispered, and finally stirred, looking at Sherlock for a long moment, before he decided on something and moved to straddle his knees.
His hands quickly undid Sherlock's trousers and pushed them down to his thighs, together with his boxers.

Sherlock's erection bounced up needily and John was quick to take it in his hand.
He grinned up at his friend as he leaned over his crotch.
"Magic word?" he teased him again.

Sherlock whimpered under John's touch, unfamiliar with the kind of feelings that were washing over him. Without even thinking he corporate with John taking down his trousers and boxers. For a few seconds he felt exposed and embarrassed when his full erection popped out. Though the feeling fleeted as soon as John's fingers grasped around it.

He felt his hips bucking up, he wanted this, he wanted John. And John? He just wanted to tease!
"Oh.. Please." He groaned eager and impatient.

John felt triumphant when Sherlock said 'please' again, even though the clearly frustrated tone.
It gave him the extra courage he needed to actually go on with this.

He leaned closer, his lips almost touching the head of Sherlock's erection.
And then his tongue came out, circling the tip teasingly.

He looked up at Sherlock, checking his reaction, before he pushed his head down, letting the other's arousal slid into his mouth.

Sherlock gasped and let out a moan when John's tongue started to tease. It didn't felt as teasing though, sherlock had no idea how such things felt so every new feature was just another wonderful feeling to wash over him.

Just when he was about to demand for more, he felt a warmth surrounding his erection completely. His head fell back against the cushion, lips slightly parted to let another moan come through. His breathing had sped up and his whole body got overwhelmed with a strange kind of heat. "God.." He whimpered. What was this all? How could something so simple lead into these kind of complicated chemical reactions of the body?

John decided not to look up at Sherlock, he knew that seeing his handsome face twisted in pleasure would cause him more troubles than not.
So he concentrated on the task at hand.
He moved a bit back, taking in just the tip of Sherlock's arousal, sucking on it fiercely and sliding his tongue over the head repeatedly.

Once he though he had drawn enough moans out of Sherlock, he moved his hands on the other's hips for support and started bobbing his head up and down, letting Sherlock slid in his mouth as much as possible, before he moved up again.

Sherlock could barely keep himself from actually starting to scream out. john's tongue was a working wonder and he could only bite his lower lip to keep him from making too much noise. Every time John's tongue flicked around his glans, a slight shock of pleasure shot through him.

"Oh God ...John..." Sherlock groaned fairly loud once John started moving his head up and down. Forcefully he sometimes thrusted making him slide in all the way, he couldn't stop his body from doing it.

Sherlock felt a strong heat flowing to his erection, he knew an orgasm was building up and he wouldn't be able to hold much longer. As a reflex his hand moved, tugging into John's hair, slightly pulling it when he was supposed to come up to then push it back onto him again.

John purred softly around Sherlock's arousal as he felt the other's hand in his hair, he let himself be guided into the movements, closing his eyes and concentrating on his senses.
He felt and mapped the detective's small reactions.

He could tell Sherlock was close because of the way he tensed into the quick thrusts, and he tried to relax his throat as much as possible ready to pull away.

Sherlock squirmed under John's lips. As he rolled his head sideways over the cushion his eye fell on his phone on the nearby coffee table. "OH.." He groaned, the idea he just got was utterly brilliant. Of course it was evil, but oh so genius. Quickly he reached out for it, John wouldn't notice, he'd just think it was Sherlock moving around. He had to be quick though, he could only fight of an orgasm for so long.

Smile, John.; Sherlock thought as he quickly tapped on his phone to take a picture. John was taking him in all the way, his hands on Sherlock's hip and his hand in John's hair. This picture had it all. As fast as he could he put it in a text message. With a grin he pressed send.

Just after it he dropped his phone next to him on the sofa. He couldn't hold it anymore. His body started to tremble and waves of pleasure began to hit him. "Hmm. Oh, John.." He moaned loud as his orgasm started to kick in.

-- Text+photo to Jim --
"Needed a doctor after you mauled me. Best cure ever.
-SH"

John was too busy pleasuring Sherlock to realize what his friend was doing, his lips were starting to swell and he knew got closer and closer to release with every movement.
He looked up briefly when he heard him moan his name and pulled a bit back.
He felt him tense and he was quick to pull away.
His hand taking the place of his lips, he pumped the other man through his orgasm, moving to a stop only when he felt his shaft become soft.

He wiped his mouth then, feeling a bit dirty for doing this when he knew he was still thinking of Jim.
He knew he couldn't be with him though.
He had to move on.
And Sherlock looked so sexy sprawled on the sofa like that.

Sherlock whimpered as John retrieved his lips, though he moaned louder than ever as they got replaced by his friend's hand. For a short moment the level of pleasure was so high, Sherlock forgot about the pain he was going through completely.

His hands gripped onto the sofa and his whole body was shivering in excitement as he felt him releasing himself in the other's hand. Sherlock was left panting and sweating on the sofa, unable to bring anything out even though he had wanted to say so much.

--

Jim had already gone to bed and he had imagine John did the same considering he wasn't answering the text he had just sent. Lost in thoughts about how their second date would be like, and completely forgetting about Sherlock, Jim closed his eyes.

About an hour later he got woken up by the high tone of his mobile phone. The bright light was hurting his eyes as he picked it up and unlocked the screen. He had hoped to see John's number, but instead the detective's one showed up. What a surprise.

In the next seconds Jim wasn't able to move, his eyes burned on his mobile's screen. His fingers surrounding it on almost a destructional grip. This wasn't happening, this was fake, it had to be! Jim felt both anger and jealousy boiling up in his chest area.

For now he decided not to reply, he had to take Sherlock by surprise, he had to destroy this man completely. He had to plan something so great to take John from him completely and leave him with nothing but agony.

John was silent as he reached out for the box of tissues on the coffee table and started wiping Sherlock's now relaxed cock clean. Carefully he pulled up his pants and trousers so to cover him and he sat back sighing.

His eyes moved on the other's body, taking in the bruises, he couldn't believe Jim had done this.

"Would you like some help to get to your bed? Or you want to sleep here?" he asked, it had been a few hours already, Sherlock was probably going to be fine.
At least his head.
He was going to watch over him as he slept for a while, anyway.

For a few moments all he could do was stare up and try to control his breathing. This was the first orgasm he had ever had. Sherlock felt happy, probably a dangerous chemical reaction of the body. "Oh god John, that was wonderful. You are wonderful." He complimented him. He could never thank his flatmate enough for this.

as john helped Sherlock getting dressed again, he became aware of his wounds again. He flinched as he was forced into moving when he wasn't really able to.

"A bed would be marvellous." Although Sherlock didn't knew if he was able to make it.

John smiled at him briefly: "What can I say, I like to spoil you," he muttered, watching him with worry as he realized Sherlock was becoming aware of the pain again.
"Maybe it's better if you don't move for tonight... I will get you a pillow and a duvet, how about that?"

He bit on his red lower lip for a thoughtful moment before he spoke again. "Are you sure you don't want any painkiller? I can just give you something soft, nothing more than paracetamol... just to take off the edge of it..."

Sherlock sighed, he had much rather spend the night in his own bed, preferably with John by his side. But the doctor was probably right, moving would do him no good. "you're right." He agreed with John before quickly checking his phone. Sherlock was slightly disappointed about Jim not answering his text.

He looked at John annoyed, knowing that painkillers would make this a lot more bearable, but he refused. "They mess with my head." He just simply said, hoping it would be enough to get john off the idea.

"How can they mess with your head if you are asleep? It's just a regular painkiller, it doesn't have side effects," he protested, looking at Sherlock disapprovingly. He knew Sherlock was strange about many things, but he couldn't help but worry the man wouldn't be able to sleep at all for the pain.
And he did need to sleep to recover.

"It's not going to get any better by the morning, you can't possibly stay on the sofa for three weeks," he protested, his hand on the other man's knee.

Sherlock wanted to protest but he was both too tired and not able to give a damn at this moment. John was probably right, but he had his priorities and he was going to stick with it. "I don't need them." He simply said, ignoring the pulses that had grown inside his bruises. They were throbbing, they were hurting.

"We'll see about it tomorrow then, right?" He said, moving his and to John's and entwining their fingers. "Thanks." He whispered while softly stroking his thump over John's skin. He then closed his eyes, though a painful grimace stayed on his face. It took him a long time to forget the pain, but eventually he was too tired and gave in, he finally fell asleep.

John held Sherlock's hand for a long while, but moved away once he thought his friend was asleep. He sat on the armchair, just watching him, checking his breathing, he needed to make sure Sherlock would survive the night without the concussion getting worse.
He was trying to fight the feeling of guilty that was pooling in his chest.
Jim was still all he could think about.
And he felt guilty towards Sherlock as well.

He took his phone from his pocket, and seeing Jim's hopeful message he grimaced. The emotional pain was almost physical.
He needed to talk to him.

But maybe tomorrow.
Now he was so bloody tired.

Sherlock had a restless night. Every time he tried to move to get into a more comfortable position, he had been woken up by a shot of pain. Though he always managed to fall asleep again soon after, his mind and body were exhausted and clearly needed more sleep then he'd like.

The next morning Sherlock woke up, slightly stirring but almost immediately hissing in pain right after. Why didn't he took that damn painkiller. Well, he had his reasons, but though. His eyes fluttered open, trying to find his friend who didn't seem to be next to him anymore. "John?" He yelled just slightly, checking if he perhaps was in the kitchen. If not he had probably gone to his own bed by now.

--

Jim had been up all night. By the time sunlight hit through his window he had plotted out a whole plan on how to get John back. It was bigger and better then anything he had ever done before. Nearly everything was done, just a few details that needed confirmation. OhN Sherlock's going down....