Coping (John/Sebastian)

"Alright, let's take a cab," he said and stood up, he wasn't going to let himself hesitate. If girls hadn't worked, then maybe boys would help John forget about Sherlock.

And when they stumbled into the taxi, he almost said Baker Street... how silly. He closed his eyes, and then muttered his new address, a nice apartment he wasn't supposed to be able to afford.

Sebastian was glad when John agreed and got up, following him out of the bar and into the taxi. His mind was racing as he thought about the situation, deciding it didn't matter what he did any more. He wasn't being controlled by anyone and could do what he wanted.

"How far did you say you lived again?" he asked, looking over at John as he spoke.

"A few stations over by tube, shouldn't take more than 15 minutes," he said, his eyes moving over Sebastian, they slowly took their time, taking in his lean muscles and posture. Yes, he could definitely do this.

"I hope you know I have no idea what I am doing... but it's rather exciting," he commented with a soft laugh.

"All right." he said, noticing John staring at him but he said nothing, letting him stare all he wanted. It would normally bother him if someone was staring at him for a certain amount of time but he wasn't concerned because of the fact of what they'd possibly be doing later.

"Well, you were the one who suggested it in the first place." he laughed, shaking his head.

"What can I say, I like risk," he said and tentatively put his hand on Sebastian's knee.
It was crazy, this was crazy, what he was doing was crazy, but his heart was beating fast in his chest and it had been a long time since he last felt anything at all.

"You also agreed to this, so you are just as bad," he muttered, and grinned at him.

"I can tell." he exclaimed, his eyes moving to John's hand on his knee for a few seconds before looking back at him.

"Yes, I agreed to it, I get it." he replied, grinning back. "You still suggested it though." he added, laughing quietly.

"Guilty as charged," he commented, his fingers tapping the other's knee for a moment before they inched towards his inner thigh, he was hesitant, ready to pull away if Sebastian protested.

He was looking outside the window though, noticing the streets becoming familiar.
"Almost there..."

Sebastian continued to watch the other man's movements, already starting to feel slightly aroused. Even though it wasn't showing yet.

His own eyes followed John's out the window, recognising the streets himself. He knew nearly every part and street in London anyway. It was all rather familiar to him. And at least it would be easy enough to find his way back to his own flat afterwards.

"Let's go," he said, squeezing the other's thigh before he threw a tenner to the cabbie and slid out of the seat.

Home sweet home. Except it didn't feel like home at all.
No place felt like home any more.

He looked at Sebastian and silently offered his hand, he knew it was a rather stupid gesture, but he needed his warmth. He needed to feel him real.
"Second floor, apartment 66..." he said, as if reminding himself.

Sebastian got out after John and followed silently beside him, letting him lead the way. He was used to following others anyway so it felt normal letting the other lead. Besides, it was his apartment.

He looked down at the other man's outstretched hand, hesitating before he cautiously slid his hand into the other's, something he thought was strange himself. It wasn't something he'd be so keen to do exactly.

John felt himself relax a bit when their hands connected.
He led Sebastian to the lift, using his hand to tug him closer to him as the doors closed.
It was only two floors, but it always seemed to take forever.

"Are you going to kiss me eventually, or I have to do everything?" he asked with a smirk.

Sebastian raised his eyebrows at John's sudden question, returning the smirk.
He quickly grabbed John and pushed him into the wall of the lift, leaning against him with his arms on either side of the other man.
"I prefer to do things in my own time." he mentioned, leaning in so his lips were inches away from the other's. "But... if you insist." he added with a grin, closing the space between them.

By now John knew for sure that there was something very wrong with him. It wasn't just the fact that he was bringing a stranger home, or that he was bringing a man home even though he had never been with one, but he found that he also liked the way Sebastian pushed him against the wall and demanded to take control over him.

"Mm, alright, your time then," he said, even though blue eyes were moving on the other's lips. He moaned softly when Sebastian leaned in, the sudden contact making him dizzy and he had to cling to the other's shoulders as he returned the soft pressure.

Just this one time... he told himself, knowing he would probably regret everything in the morning. There was no point in caring what he was doing at the minute, he had already agreed to this and it was too late to just walk away now.
He seemed to have a somewhat soft side for John, if that was the right way to put it.

"Yes... my own time." he repeated between a kiss, rocking his hips gently against the other's as he locked eyes with the blue ones, his own boring into John's.

John decided it was a good idea to switch off his thoughts, Sebastian turned out to be a good kisser, and at the moment he just wanted to give in to lust.

He started a bit when the lift's door opened, the lady waiting on his floor gasping.
"Mm.. Mrs Reed," he said, pulling away slightly, his cheeks burning red. "Hello..." he mumbled, walking out the lift and hoping Sebastian would follow.

He motioned to his apartment's door, taking out his keys.

"Well... that was embarrassing... for you anyway." he said, making sure they were well out of earshot as he burst out laughing and looked back over his shoulder to make sure she hadn't heard, but the lift doors had already closed again.

Sebastian followed John to his apartment door, still chuckling quietly at John's flushed face and waited for him to open the door.

"She has seen worse," he muttered, thinking about the few days he had come back from a crime scene covered in blood. "But it was... embarrassing," he admitted, turning the key in the lock and pushing his door open.

"Come in," he said, his apartment was rather bare, a lot of boxes had never been emptied. "Bedroom's at the end of the corridor..."

"Worse?" he repeated, following through the door after John and looking around curiously. By the looks of it, he had only moved in not that long ago. The boxes gave it away. Although it was a very nice place.

Sebastian pulled John into another passionate kiss, leading him towards the bedroom and pushed him onto the bed, immediately climbing on top of him after and deepening the kiss he had started.

John didn't really have the time to elaborate, Sebastian was kissing him again, and then he found himself on the bed.
He swallowed hard when he saw the man climb on top of him, he seemed to be oozing confidence, and for a moment he wondered if it was a lie that he had never been with a man.
He didn't really care though, as long as those lips would keep kissing him.

He buried his hand in the other's hair, nails scratching his scalp as he devoured his mouth with the same unhinged passion.
His whole body trying to arch against the other's.

Sebastian decided improvising was probably the best thing to do as his mind wasn't helping him much with thinking about what he was doing first.
His instincts were working better than his thoughts.

He kept his lips glued to John's while grabbing a fistful of his shirt at the same time and ruthlessly tearing it off his skin before flinging it somewhere across the room, leaving him bare chested and opening his eyes to watch the other's reaction to this.

John's eyes widened when his shirt was torn apart, he had thought things like that happened only in films, but it was real and he couldn't help the grin forming on his lips.
He needed this, he needed to feel wanted.

"Not a patient person, are you?" he muttered, his fingers running down the other's neck, nails tracing down his collarbone, as his knee moved softly against the other's crotch.

Sebastian could feel himself leaning into the touch, a moan daring to escape him but he kept quiet, not wanting to seem the weaker one when it came to things like this.
It wasn't turning out as easy as he thought it was.

"Nope..." he mumbled, cutting off anything John might have been about to say by leaning down and bringing him into another kiss, his fingers resting on the hem of the other man's trousers.

John didn't care how loud he was, he was desperate, and he was keen on showing it in the way he leaned in the kiss and rubbed against the other's body.

"I've got a few condoms in the bedside table," he mumbled, pulling away slightly for the kiss, only enough to say the useful piece of information.
The next second he was kissing him again and running his hands down the other's chest, unconsciously tracing scars he felt under his fingers.

Sebastian shivered against the touch, his eyes growing darker with lust and focused on John as he deepened the kiss, his mind racing.
He felt wanted for once.

Sebastian pulled away and absent-mindedly pulled the other's trousers off, flinging them in an unknown direction and pressed his chest against John's crotch, sliding up as he trailed kisses up to his neck.

John's back arched in pleasure, he felt his skin tingle under the kisses and he whimpered in need. "God, Sebastian... please... fuck me..." he groaned, almost forgetting about what he had said about the condoms.

He wanted, needed more, and his fingers were shaking in fear and anticipation as he undid the other man's trousers.