Want to bet on it? (John/Moriarty)

Jim's promise made a long chill run down his spine and cause a stirring in his groin, he was expecting things now and he knew it was not a good idea.
He was scared of this, of what he was feeling.

"Jesus," he exclaimed, shaken by pleasure as Jim sucked a bruise on his neck. His fingers buried in the other's hair, pulling him closer as he moved up again.
"Don't joke about that, I worry for you..." He whispered against his lips.

"And I..." Jim placed another hungry kiss on John's lips. "Appreciate your concern." And lips attached once more. Jim wasn't even that bad, he had been much worse. But he somehow understood John's point of view, however, he wasn't really caring about it.

Jim had already waited 15 years for this to happen again. How could John expect him to wait any longer then this? No. no, he just couldn't.

Carefully he started to put more pressure into his kisses, making John lower onto the mattress in no time, Jim semi-topping him. On the way down, he made sure he got rid of the jumper John was wearing, it looked better on the floor anyway.

John was unable to resist, everything Jim was doing sent chills down his spine and he couldn't deny that he was craving for it just as much as him. He let himself be guided on the bed, laying there under the other's attentions, hardly noticing his jumper had disappeared if not for the fact that touching felt a lot better after it was gone.

"I'm too old for this..." he joked, his fingers moving down Jim's jaw and neck. "I cannot resist you..." he admitted, his legs parting slightly, welcoming Jim closer, he wanted to feel his heat against him.

Jim let himself easily slid in between John's legs. He leaned down on his hands and found John's lips again. "Old!" he scoffed, smirking against the doctor's lips. "and yes, of course, I am hardly irricistable." he joked, but deep down he meant what he had said.

Hi hands roamed over the surface of John his chest. He took his time before slowly moving down and fumbling at the button of his trousers. "seems like this old guy is still working perfectly fine." Jim purred as he dipped his hand down John's pants.

"Just as cocky as I remember you," he commented, rolling his eyes as he felt the other's hand dip into his trousers. "Jesus," he exclaimed, arching his back and panting loudly.

"Old, but not that old," he added, his hand cupping the back of Jim's head, pulling him closer for another kiss. This time he was hungry, he was lustful, he could hardly keep himself from biting at the other's lips.

He couldn't help but grin at John's comment. Yes he was cocky, but Jim took it as a compliment really. His hand wrapped around John's erection, slowly working up the shaft. His thumb teasingly flicked over the head of it.

Jim kissed back, even more hungry then he had received the kiss. He moaned as he felt teeth gritting over the soft skin on the inside of his lower lip. His hand moving faster on John's already fully erect member. God Jim wanted this more then he had ever wanted anything before. "John." He panted, hoping his voice would give away his intentions.

John's erection pulsed in Jim's hand, his eyes rolling back for a moment, "Anything, Jim," he whimpered, his own hands moving down the other's chest, and finally cupping the budge in his trousers, squeezing it.

He couldn't function properly with the other's hand around him, it was like sparks were going off in his head and all he could do was moan, hardly able to reciprocate.

Anything. Anything at all? Even though Jim could only think about one thing now. And he knew John was thinking about the exact same thing.Jim but on his lower lip, muffling a moan that escaped when John's hand cupped around the bulge in his pants. He pushed back against it, more then ready for more then just that.

He pulled his hand back up his hand and moved onto his kneed, removing John's trousers and pants at the same time. "So gorgeous." He whispered with a sweet smile on his face. He removed his own trousers and underwear as well. By now they had became painfully uncomfortable. Jim reached to the drawer next to the bed and got out a condom and a bottle of lube.

He moved back in between John's lips, bending one of his legs to give him better access. He squeezed some lube onto his finger and moved it in between John's buttocks, teasingly nudging it at his entrance.

John was hardly able to help with the undressing, his heart beating in his throat, he was terrified of hurting Jim and making this stop.
And it didn't help that this was their first time after... well... too many years to count.

He swallowed hard as Jim started preparing him, his body reacted instinctively, adjusting to the intrusion, but John was looking at him with wide eyes, for a moment still unsure.

It didn't last long though, the moment Jim's fingers created the right amount of friction on his prostate, John arched off the bed and begged.
"Jim, god, yes, come on, fuck me," he exclaimed, closing his eyes.

By now he had 3 fingers thrusting in and out of his lover. Fast and easy and he knew John was ready to take him. If not his body giving it away, then his pleading words definitively had. He loved the sound of John begging, it made him go wild.

Jim pulled his fingers out and coated his erection with a lot of lube and a condom. "God yes, I'll fuck you senseless." He groaned, grabbing John at his knees and hooking them over his shoulders.

Jim had forgotten about his wounds, but when John's legs pressed down on the one on his shoulder he hissed. "Damn." He said through clenched teeth. But he didn't want to stop now and he didn't want to change positions either. He could deal with a little pain.

His hand guided himself towards John's entrance, pushing in the head. Finally.

The promise made him writhe under Jim, his legs automatically parting farther, he wanted it, he wanted it more than anything.
When Jim winced, his eyes opened in alarm, but he did not protest, he did not stop him, knowing that Jim wasn't going to change his mind anyway.
He wanted him, and John gave in completely, knowing they had waited enough for this.

He closed his eyes with a gasp when he felt Jim push his arousal inside him, "Come on, I can take it," he exclaimed, pushing his hips down. "God, I want it so much, Jim, I want you inside," he moaned, loving the feeling of Jim's pulsing head inside his ass.

John sounded so desperate underneath him, begging for more. And more was exactly what Jim was going to give him. He pushed in,all the way, in one smooth movement. John was right, he could take it.

Jim groaned loud. "Fuck you feel so good." He said as he felt John surrounding him completely. His hands settled on John's upper-thigh and hip, holding him steady and making it easier for Jim to thrust inside him.

He made sure every new roll of his hips made the tip of his erection brush against John's prostate. He moaned with the friction it gave him as well. Jim had forgotten everything and everyone else. John was the only thing that mattered now. His John...

John gasped when he felt Jim thrust all the way in, his eyes closing tight for a second as he tried to gather his senses.
He had missed this, Jim didn't feel like the others, he was different, he had always been different.

"Oh Jim," he moaned, his hands flying to grip his shoulders as he started thrusting, every movement sending sparks of pleasure to his brain and he tried to push his hips against it. "So good..."

Jim built up a steady fast and deep pace. He pulled out almost completely before pounding back into John. He groaned loud, John's name slipping his lips a few times. He leaned in close, searching for John's lips and kissing him passionate.

After a while of changing speed and force, Jim moved his hand down over John's stomach and down to his own erection. His thumb flicked over the head of it before he started pumping it. Jim's eyes were fixed on John's eyes, loving the pleasure he could read in them.

John's moans were getting louder as the pace changed, he gripped Jim's shoulders tightly, trying to anchor himself to reality, trying to convince himself that it was really happening.
"Jim, oh Jim," he exclaimed once the other man took hold of his erection, his brain frying completely.

He could only move towards the thrusts, he could only moan, and eventually, he could only come, throwing his head back and arching his back off the bed, his body shaking under the full force of his orgasm.

Hearing John moan his name like that was enough to spark Jim's own orgasm. His thrusts became uncontrolled and shaky. He could feel John squirm underneath him and gripped him at his hips, keeping him in place as good and as bad as he could.

John's name fell off his lips and he gave a final roll with his lips, feeling himself come hard inside his lover. Jim was left sweating and panting, nearly collapsing on top of John. He didn't want to move, he didn't want to slid out, he just wanted to stay this entwined forever.

John's orgasm had been overwhelming to say the least, he laid there on the bed, completely exhausted and panting, one hand wrapped loosely around Jim's shoulders, keeping him closer, enjoying the feeling of their sweaty bodies so close and intimate.

"You blew my mind, I am afraid," he muttered, his voice still husky, his smile a bit dreamy, and his eyes closed. He didn't want to move, he didn't want to clean up, it was just the perfect moment he couldn't afford to lose too early.

"Told you I would." Jim panted in response. He will still inside of John, still enjoying the heat of their sweating bodies against one another. But he figured he had to move soon, he couldn't stay like this forever.

And so with a sigh he moved up, slid out of John, got rid of the condom and fetched the box of tissues close to the bed. He picked a few and cleaned both himself and John off. Then he collapsed next to his boyfriend on the bed. He was exhausted but extremely blissful and satisfied.

"This was better than I could have ever imagined." He whispered.

John laughed a bit at his lover's words, "I can't believe you can be cocky after this, Jim, do you ever relax?" he teased him, watching him move off the bed, and then welcoming him in his arms once he was back.

The rest of the words made him blush, but he tried not to let nerves and embarrassment silence him. "Considering you haven't had much sex during out 15 years apart, Jim, I am quite sure it had to be better than what you remembered..." he commented, and hid his face a bit. "It was, though... quite amazing..."

"Consider me not relaxed when I'm not being cocky." Jim grinned, placing a few feather light kisses onto John's cheek as he wrapped both his arms around him, fingers stroking the bare surface if his chest.

"Oh cheeky, John." Jim laughed. It was true, he hadn't had any sex in 15 years. He had waited for John, his only one. Waited until this moment. And it had been perfect. "That doesn't mean I couldn't imagine it." He kept repeating the movement of his fingers and his lips reached John's ear. "And this was so much better then my daydreams." He whispered into it.

John couldn't help but blush furiously at Jim's words, the mere idea that the man had imagined being with him for 15 years was just so crazy. "Mm, are you saying you've used your hand a lot?" he teased him, moving closer, resting his head on the other's shoulder.

"I am glad I didn't disappoint you, Jim," he joked again, even though there was a bit of truth in it, insecurities were always hard to play down.

A small laugh escaped from Jim's lips as he heard John's teasing words. "Why yes, my hand was a perfect replacement for when you were gone, but dear God, now I know what I can get and my hand won't ever be enough anymore." Jim laughed, but he also blushed a little.

He nuzzled his cheek against John's hair, wrapping arms and legs together so they were all tangled up. This is what he'd been waiting for. "I love you, John Watson." Jim whispered. This is what he'd always wanted and he was never, ever going to let it slip away again.

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