Want to bet on it? (John/Moriarty)

Jim smiled weak, moving his hand up to cup John's face. "Thanks" He whispered, sliding down his hand over John's cheek. John had no idea how much this moment meant to him. No one had ever taken care of him after he got attacked. He always had managed on his own.

Jim nodded, assuming John knew what he was doing. He took off his shirt, exposing some cuts and bruises that covered up his body. Jim looked down on himself and sighed.

John instictively leaned into the touch when Jim cupped his cheek, it seemed like in the last weeks he had started craving for this kind of things. "Don't thank me..."

He looked at him for a long moment as Jim started to take his shirt off, the cuts and bruises covered an extensive part of his chest and he felt concern tug at his heart again.
"Your trousers as well," he said, before quickly going to retrieve the first aid kit. He was happy to see that they were well prepared, there was all he needed in the box.

Jim felt John's eyes lingering on his body and wondered what he was thinking at that very moment. "Hope these don't become scars." He commented, letting his finger run over one if the minor cuts. "I'll get them back for this." Jim spoke, not caring whether John was listening or not.

As he heard John's voice saying he should take his trousers off, he blushed a bit, uncertain why. Within seconds his trousers dropped on the floor and Jim sat back on the bed, wearing nothing but his boxers and waiting for John to return with the first aid kid.

"I will make sure they won't," John said as he sat on the bed by Jim, the First Aid kit falling in his lap, his eyes had already taken in the other's half-naked body and noticed the bruises were mainly on his chest and arms.
It was a relief in a way, even though he doubted it'd hurt less.

"Who did this to you?" he asked, trying not to sound as angry as he felt, his fingers were steady and soft as he started cleaning the wounds, applying bandages when it was needed. Somehow he had never thought that anyone could get to Jim, what with the fact that he had beaten Sherlock and all, it seemed impossible that anyone could best him.

The concern and determination on John's voice made Jim's heart beat faster. For the first time he felt appreciated by John again. Jim hissed a few times when he felt John touching some of the more painful spots on his chest or arm.

"A rival organisation." He started to explain. "They had me tricked before I could control anything." The anger and disappointment clearly rang through his raw voice. "Tortured me for hours to get information. However, I did gave them false information."

John frowned as Jim explained what happened, somehow he still couldn't wrap his head around it. "Don't you have someone who protects you? How could they get to you?" He protested, his hand becoming still when Jim flinched in pain.

He leaned closer, parting his lips just softly and blowing on the bruise that had caused the pain, hoping to make it better.

"I do have someone to protect me. They just got to him first, unexpected. I consider a spy somewhere inside of my own network." He said, narrowing his eyes as he tried to think who was able to do such things.

His eyes closed when he felt his friend's cold breath floating over his skin. A shiver ran through his spine and goosebumps formed everywhere. Jim's hand moved to run through John's hair, down over his jaw and ending at his chin. Jim slowly pushed up, making John's eyes level with his again.

"Thanks." he whispered once more before leaning closer, leaving John a soft, gentle kiss on his cheek.

John had been about to ask something else when Jim's hand ran through his hair and made his thoughts short-circuit.
He looked up, his eyes unfocusing as his body shook with shivers, he realized only then Jim was half-naked under him.

His throat went dry as Jim leaned closer, his heart going crazy, beating almost painfully against his chest.
"Don't mention it," he whispered back, eyes moving on the other's face, restless and searching.

Jim was quick to pick up on the tension that formed between them. His heart screaming to place another kiss on John's cheek. And why not his lips. He could feel John's eyes burning on him, most likely waiting for him to say or do anything. It was worth the try.

His hand was still in the right position, lost somewhere inbetween John's chin and jawline. A honest and charming smile crept on his lips, just before he closed his eyes, leaning in closer again. Jim gently attached his own lips to John, his head spinning as he could taste him right away.

For the first time in a few months, John didn't feel guilty about being close to Jim, his chest was instead seized by feelings that were 15 years old, making it difficult for him to breathe normally.
Especially when Jim smiled at him, he found himself nervous and hopeful, reminescent of how it all felt when he was a teenager.

And then the kiss, finally, driving his whole being to a halt.

John started, his first instinct was to run and hide from such a frightening feeling, and he pulled away, shaking, looking at Jim in the same expectant and confused way, licking his lips, tasting him again.
God, what was happening to him?

Jim let every feeling he had float into that one, small little kiss on John's lips. As if he couldn't say these things in words. It was, at least to him, magical. He had been waiting for this moment for oh so long and it felt right.

As John pulled away, Jim smiled weakly but honest. He hadn't got words, he just stared into John's beautiful eyes. For a moment he forgot the aching of his bruised body, it didn't matter; nothing would ever matter if he had John like this.

John's eyes burned on the other's face, trying to find answers to questions he didn't know how to ask. He was scared, but willing at the same time, and he berated himself mentally for reverting to his teenager self.

/John, do something,/ he told himself.
And he did. Eventually. Clumsy, but determined, he cupped Jim's cheek and kissed him again, he /needed/ to taste him.

Jim's eyes fell close as he met john' s lips half way. This was the moment he'd been waiting for. John took control and kissed him, not because Jim told him to and not because his life depended on it. But because he had wanted to himself.

His chest got fueled with heat as he brought the kiss to a next level. Images of their previous encounters shooting through his mind. His hands wrapped around John's neck, pulling him closer.

The eager way Jim pulled him closer made John groan softly, lust and want sparking in his chest, making it harder for him to think. He had to reach his hands out though, not to crash on Jim as they kissed passionately, their tongues tangled in a heated dance.

He pulled away after a while though. "Careful," he mumbled, licking his lips to try to control himself. "I need to finish bandaging you... your face is a mess," he whispered with a soft apologetic, but teasing smile.

15 hard years got washed away in this simple kiss. Moriarty was enjoying this, forgetting about his physical state. He just wanted to taste John like this for the rest of his life. Nothing else mattered, not even his work.

Jim whimpered a bit when he felt John's lips pull away and slowly became aware of his state and surroundings. "I'm alright." He protested, but John's look already told him it was no use. He just had to sit this through.

John laughed a bit at Jim's words, "No, you aren't, you've been tortured," he protested, trying not to sound as worried as he felt. His hand shook with the feelings of the moment, what he wanted and what scared him more than anything.

He went on taking care of Jim's wounds though, soon pushing him back so he could look at his face. He traced his jaw softly, taking in a shaky breath. "We need to put a bit of ice on that eye, it's swelling considerably."

“It's only physical.” Jim whimpered, but John seemed determined on taking care of him. Doctors he thought to himself. He hissed a few times when John touched or came near a painful spot. He could take a lot more pain, though, if he had to.

Jim just liked John's hands on him, whether it were just to take care of him or not. He quivered when those fingers trailed their way down. “John.” He tried to smile reassuring. “I'm used to a lot worse. All I need right now... Is you.“ He blushed.

John's cheeks became just as red and he couldn't help but run his eyes over the other's face, feeling his breathing catch in his throat.

"We have all the time in the world, Jim," he whispered, his fingers still careful around his bruises, it pained him to see him like this, to know that he hadn't been there to protect him.

"You can wait a bit until you are healthy again," he muttered, swallowing hard. "You have me after all, I am here now," he added, his voice shaking a bit.

Jim smiled, touched by the softness in John's voice. It made him realize John wasn't doing this just because he was a doctor. He meant it, he would be there for him no matter what would happen. Jim's eyes restlessly moved over John's face, unable to focus at one point.

Slowly Jim leaned closer again as he shook his head. "I've already waited 15 long years." He whispered. "I think I've waited long enough." He said, moving his hand up to John's knee.
"I don't want to wait any more." His hand moved up at the same time as he leaned in, making their lips touch again.

John's breath caught in his throat, Jim had complete power over him and as he leaned towards him again, he ended up giving in.
Jim really didn't need to convince him.
He didn't even put up a fight.
John was in love with him, he had always been, and he could only kiss him back, trying not to lose himself in every delicate and simple touch.

"Jim," he whimpered, trying to pull away, the last of his rationality, but there was a magnet, their lips impossible to part.

"God, Jim," he seemed to protest, his eyes close, his tongue coming out to lick his lips, calling him closer.

Jim let himself get caught in the moment. Their kissing more passionate then ever. And the best part was he could feel John returning the favour. Jim's hand still rubbing slowly over the other's knee. God, he could do this forever, he wanted this to never end again.

As John pulled away, Moriarty pouted his lips. John saying his name, sounded more like pleading then protesting and it was pulling him in all over. He kept placing small kisses on John's lips.

"Hmm?" He purred innocently, moving his kisses to John's cheek and down on his neck. Gently he nibbled on a soft spot on John's neck, gritting his teeth over it to make sure it got marked.

John couldn't remember if he had meant to say anything at all, his eyes rolling back as Jim's lips attached to his neck. "Jesus," he mumbled, his hand burying in Jim's hair, keeping him just there.

"You... Need... Rest..." he tried to say, his voice husky, his feelings bursting in his chest, and he was looking for his lips again, kissing him passionately, pulling him closer. God, he loved this, he truly loved it.

Jim took the hand in his hair as a sign not to stop. His lips trailing their way down to John's collar bone, making sure every now and then a new mark got created. Jim moved back up, repeating the same actions while his hand disappeared under John's jumper.

"I'll..." and a kiss. "Rest.." another kiss. "Later." And he took John's lips in completely, his hands on his bare side and pushing himself as close as possible.

John groaned, his body shaking as he felt him press closer, his senses craving to feel more of Jim.
"What... is... it... that... you... plan... to... do... now?" he asked, trying to take in a few breaths in between the mind blowing kisses.

"God, Jim," he whimpered, arching towards the touch on his skin. "You've just been tortured..." he pointed out, his eyes half-lidded.

"Oh I'll show you exactly what my plans are." Jim grinned against John's lips. Be placed a few hunger kisses on then before his lips moved to the man's jaw, down, now, nipping on the skin of John's neck teasingly.

Jim's teeth gritted some skin, gently sucking it in until Jim was sure it turned blue. He moved his kisses back up to John's lips, his hands still under that jumper. "There." He whispered. "Now you're bruised as well, we're even." He sort of joked, sucking on John's lower lip.