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What you need and what you want...	By : varenoea Category: Titles in the Public Domain > Sherlock Holmes > Slash > Slash Views: 9522 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: This is a work fiction, based on the Sherlock Holmes series by Sir Arthur Conan Doyle.

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Under the fabric there was a thick firm shape, growing firmer and firmer with every second. Holmes sighed against my lips. His hands were rubbing up and down my back until they finally grabbed my buttocks firmly and started to grind my hips against his own.

I tore away in panic. Could anybody see us from the street? Was the door locked?

“Are you frightened?” Holmes touched his lip and closed his eyes, panting happily.

“I was checking if anybody could see us from outside.”

“Nonsense. Not from here. We’re not close enough to the window.” He came close again and stroked my arms.

I crushed down on his mouth again, kissing. This was a flood, it had been pent up too long and was now washing me away on the way of breaking free.

Holmes started to unbutton my shirt, loosen the collar, and free my wrists from the tight buttons of the shirt. “You know, John, sometimes one really does not know what one wants… do you know now?”

“Yes.”

“That’s good. Because if you can’t make up your mind, I’ll simply have my way with you.”

The threat alone made me grind my erection harder against him. Yes, please. Have your way with me.

This day was the first time I had ever heard him call me by my first name, and now he wouldn’t stop mumbling it over my chest and into my mouth like a prayer.

“I’ll stick to calling you Holmes, if it’s all the same to you.”

“Thank you. Thank you very much indeed.” He grabbed my arm. “Let’s go.”

“Where?”

“My room. I have a big bed.”

Bed. Into his bed. Oh God, what would we do in this bed….

He locked the door behind us and nudged me backwards to his bed. But now the flood was really too strong to keep me in the role of the inexperienced virgin. I got up, and grabbed him, and pushed him down on the bed. I tore at his clothing.

“Holmes, you have no clue how much I want you now….” (Somehow it was really strange, calling him this in private.)

He laughed all over his face, a wonderful laugh that made my stomach flutter in a way that was really unfitting for a grown-up person. “I get an impression by what you do.”

His chest was as slim as the rest of him, but muscular and sinewy. I should have liked to see him boxing, and I told him so. He laughed again, this broad, free laugh of him, and I wished I could soak up this freedom and do what I wanted to, because I was scared. The things he had suggested earlier were too much for me to ever have tried during the few times I had been with women.

He fumbled with my belt already, fumbled me out of the trousers, out of my underwear, out of my mind. We kissed again and again, and with every kiss the burning in my groin got stronger and stronger. His hands were everywhere on me. One grabbed my now full erection, and then he shoved me onto my back.

“Holmes…?”

“I told you you needed to have your cock sucked.”

“Oh God…” I was going to hell for this, and he pulled me forward. No, I was not going, I was running.

My eyes were firmly closed as I felt his breath on the aroused flesh. Then… what a touch. Warm and soft, and wet. This was different from entering a woman. This was very different. It was artificial, and too good to be true, and sweet. Before his mouth had even closed around it, I was already pushing upwards.

“Hey, hey, patience!” His hands grabbed my hips, held them in a strong grip and kept them down on the bed.

This feeling was too good to bear. “We’re going to hell for this…”

He snorted and lifted his head. “Leave God out of my bed. You know what I think of him. Let him worry about what you believe here”, and he slapped my chest, “and what is going on down here is none of his business.” And he went to work again.

“I haven’t had it in such a long time”, I whispered.

“Uh. Then we’d better stop right here”, he murmured and knelt up between my legs.

“Why?!” I sat up. I was dizzy.

“Because I don’t want you to make your shot already. There is so much more we can do. I’ve waited for two months now, don’t you think we should make this more memorable than a quick shot and then sleep?”

He came up again, kissed me, and fell down on me. His erection still rubbed against mine, and I wrapped my arms around him in nameless need, and rubbed his thigh with one foot. “How can you stop now?! When I want it so badly?” I whimpered.

His hand had sneaked under my backside and between my buttocks. I only noticed it when his finger was stroking along the bottom of the cleft slowly, and I winced. “Holmes… no!”

He lifted his head. “I beg your pardon. I thought you said you wanted it so badly.”

“I… I didn’t mean… this.”

“Oh.” Holmes thought about it.
“And… besides… you still have your fingers on my… anus.”

This was when he broke down laughing. “John! Leave the damn doctor out of my bed! I want to fuck you up your gorgeous little arse. What do I have to do so you give me permission?!”

His laugh was so free. I wished I could have given in to this beautiful laugh. So easy. His words elicited a cascade of shivers, going through my abdomen, even to the unspeakable place where he was still touching me.

“Stop it!” I shook myself, and he finally took his fingers away.

“I’m sorry”, he said sincerely, but still with a hint of serenity.

For a second I lay there, swallowing, not knowing what to do or say.

“Will you tell me why you don’t want me to?” Holmes asked finally. “Do you always dislike it? Do you just not feel like it? Or… not yet?”

He knelt there, between my legs, and looked down on me. Damn, he had a right to know why. But I couldn’t…

“I only know the theory”, I finally pressed out between my teeth.

Holmes had to force a big, relieved grin back. “That’s it?”

I nodded. “Isn’t that enough?”

He fell down on the pillow beside me, stroking my chest. “I can show you. It’s not really hard, you know. You can do it to me, if you like.”

I considered this for a moment. No, I didn’t feel like doing something this dirty with my own…

“John.” He murmured my name again, then suddenly turned the gas light down. “Is it easier to do dirty deeds when nobody can see it?” His face was shimmering bright on the pillow, his eyes glinting.

I felt this most embarrassing place itch. I wanted to be touched there again. Of course I had known about it. Of course I had thought about it. But I had never been prepared for doing anything of this kind. “Yes, I want to”, it ripped out of me. “But…” There was something, I knew. I had just forgotten just why I couldn’t let him have his way.

Damn it.

“Have your way with me like you said you would.” I leaned over again and kissed him.

Holmes pulled back. “A little warning is necessary before I do. First, it hurts.”

“Yes, I know. Can’t be that bad. Else, why do people do it?”

“Because some people like it when it hurts a bit. Also, it can be very very pleasurable. Especially when you’re used to it. I thought you knew this kind of thing.”

“Well, excuse me, I’ve only seen scheme drawings so far, and that is not very helpful as to sexual pleasure.”

“Secondly, I’ll stop the second you ask me to. Thirdly, it is quite a dirty thing to do. Stains the sheets sometimes, with oil and cream and spunk and what else you choose to bring into the game.”

“These are your sheets anyway”, I said. I wanted my release. And if I had to have his spunk inside me for it, I would take it. I wanted everything he could show me. Now that I was at it, I wanted everything.

He fumbled under the mattress and brought up a small rectangular bottle.

“What do I do?”

“You just relax. That’s important. You relax completely. And when you feel like doing something, you do it.” Holmes bent over me and kissed a line of light kisses down my belly, down to my cock. He tipped the bottle over, over his fingers.

“How do I lie down? Wouldn’t it be better on my belly?”

“Depends whether you want to see me or the pillow. In the latter case, you can dream of a handsome stranger fucking you.”

“I don’t need a handsome stranger, you’re handsome enough!”

Holmes smiled broadly as he distributed the fluid from the bottle on his fingers. I could see how much he liked to hear this comment, though he wouldn’t admit it. “Then on your back. Spread your legs a bit more.”

He lifted one leg over his shoulder. Suddenly I felt very naked and exposed, and very clinical. This was more like an embarrassing examination.

Holmes felt it. Suddenly his head dove down, and the heat and wetness was around my cock again. I groaned loudly. One hand started stroking my balls, softly, and the other’s fingertips were circling around the cleft between my legs, leaving a sticky wet trail. “Relax”, he growled around my cock. “Relax.”

I tried. I breathed in and out and tried to tell myself that it was the most normal thing in the world to have your flatmate’s finger gently prodding against your most intimate and shameful body parts.

In one long motion, his finger dipped in, up to his knuckles. Then it slowly slid out again, but never stopped.

Oh Lord, this was weird. Not bad. But strange, and the dirtiness of the deed only served to heat up my stomach and let my heart beat up to my throat.

Holmes was poking and fumbling around.

“What are you doing?” I chuckled, because he was tickling me. “The only thing you can find in there is my prost…ah… oh!”

“Once more, I’m baffled by your sharpness, my friend”, said Holmes, propped up on his elbow, and grinning like a cat who ate the cream without getting caught.

I swallowed. I had known that some people found buggery pleasurable, but only now did I understand why exactly.

Holmes met me unprepared when he tried to wedge a second finger inside me. It was an unpleasantly stretching sensation, and slightly painful. I whimpered.

He put his head down on my thigh and apologized. But the burning had ceased rather quickly. These muscles seemed to be quicker at adapting than I had thought. Interesting – experiments on oneself.

“Do you want to continue?” he asked finally, when his fingers had reached an even rhythm.

I could only nod and whimper. I didn’t dare touch myself. I would have done anything for him so he would grant me release.

When I opened my eyes again, he was bent over me, and leaned down to kiss me on the lips once more. “I need you to lift your hips a little more”, he said. “Yes, like this. And maybe you’ve heard about it, it might be easier to get in if you push out.”

“It’s not like I’m not familiar with sphincters. Just not my own, as such”, I said. I was not in the mood to be lectured.

He smiled. He was looking insecure now. His hips came to lie deeper between my legs, and I felt his cock lying against the cleft where they met.

Then he began to shift, propped up on one arm, and to direct his cock toward the right spot. I had not often seen him this awkward, but it was exhilarating. I tried very hard not to laugh as he rolled his eyes up towards the ceiling and fiddled around to achieve intercourse.

Finally, he was in the right place, and a little insecure at first, but as he began to press and felt my flesh give, he let go of his cock and got into a better position. I, meanwhile, was being pushed up on the pillow. It was pressing against me from below, but the muscle wouldn’t give very much.

“Does it hurt?” he asked breathlessly.

“It doesn’t even get to a place where it could”, I said dryly.

“Press out”, he ordered, and I braced myself and obeyed.

I had seen his prick before, of course, but down there, it felt a lot bigger than it really was. For a moment I was tempted to ask him to stop – I had had too much pain in the last months to subject myself to any more than necessary. But then the moment was over, and I had my eyes closed and marvelled on the strange feeling of the slow, deep penetration.

“We’re going to hell”, I said, and opened my eyes.

“First, we’re going to heaven”, he said and leaned down on me to kiss me again.

He asked me to hold my legs and find an angle that pleased me the most. “I’m going to take care of the rest”, he said, and wrapped his hand around my aching prick.

The following minutes will forever be a blur in my memory. There were pangs, every now and then; there was stretching and unnameable pleasure from it; and there was the dull, throbbing heat Homes elicited from my prostate, and organ that I had thought boring until then.

I could not speak; neither did he, and when I reached my climax, it was with no more than a moan. After that, I could only lie in silence, with my eyes closed, and marvel the long-lasting pleasant throbbing that his prick kept going in my stretched back-passage.

At once, he broke out into a loud moan and twitched. Then he held very still, and I opened my eyes; not wanting to miss his face in the midst of orgasm.

He looked very stupid, to say the least: his eyes half-closed and only white eyeballs visible, his mouth wide-open and his whole upper body covered in flushed, red spots.

I laughed.

He sank down into the pillow beside me, looking embarrassed. He had let go of his usual, controlled self, even only for a moment, and was not sure if my laughing about it was good or bad.

I leaned over to kiss him, and his lips replied half-heartedly.

“Did I amuse you?”

“More than amuse.”

“Abuse you, too.”

“Abuse me in a most vile way. What does that make us?” I asked.

He turned to me, his slim face serious and his grey eyes open. “What you want. Whatever you want, I’m game.”

I looked at him for a moment. “I’m not sure. What do you think we could be?”

Holmes laughed briefly. “Husband and wife? No, probably not. Good friends with a secret? Or just friends who were more than friendly once? What do you think?”

I put my hand on my chest. In there, things were calmer than they had been in years. “You were right. I’m feeling much better now. I think you’re a much better doctor than me.”

“You didn’t answer my question, John.” He looked anxious to know.

“Do you think we are still friends?” I asked carefully, just to make sure.

“Yes. As far as I’m concerned, we are. Whatever you are going to answer.”

“Then we could be good friends with a secret”, I said. “And what comes after this… it’s too soon to say.”

“That’s good enough for me”, he said and threw himself on me to kiss me once more. “One thing, though. I don’t want you to go to the bath and look at any other men in a towel. And don’t think I won’t notice when you’ve been there. I will.”

“I don’t need any more men in towels”, I promised. “You were right, all I needed was a good screwing.”

And Holmes, satisfied as a cat, leaned back in the pillow and basked in his own invincible sharpness.
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