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“John. I brought you some tea.” Sherlock said, sitting a cup of tea next to John’s already existing cup of tea - which was still somewhat hot. John folded his paper and placed it on his lap.
“Clearly I already have tea. Have you drugged another cup especially for me?
“Why would I do that?” Sherlock said innocently.
“I dunno. Why did you do it the other times.”
“That was different and I’ve already apologized for those one or two…possibly three, times.”
“Three times?! Wait?! When was the third time?” John asked, getting angry all over again.
“I’ll just dump this tea out since I didn’t realize that you already had tea,” Sherlock said, grabbing the teacup and backing up.
“Oh no you don’t. What’s in it this time? And for the love of god, why? You promise you won’t poison me and here we are - again.”
“I was thinking that we could role-play,” Sherlock said, backing into the kitchen with the tea.
“What does drugged tea have to do with role-play?”
“I uh, thought you’d be thirsty while we talked about it,” Sherlock said, quickly dumping the tea down the drain.
“You making me anything is suspicious and you know it,” John said, placing the paper on the table and standing up.
“Out with it. What are you up to?”
“Iwanttobeavirginagain,” Sherlock said, smashing all the words together in a hurry to get them out.
“You what?” John wasn’t sure that he heard what he thought he heard.
“I miss being a virgin. Being innocent and everything’s new. We’ve been together for a while now and…not that I’m complaining, mind you…,”
“Oh no, you’d never,” John interrupted.
“But I’ve been reading about ways to spice up our sex life and one of the suggestions was role-play,” Sherlock said, nervously playing with a dish towel.
“You’re bored?” John asked, a little hurt.
“I never said that I was bored. I’ve just been reading about ‘spicing up your love life’ and role-play was mentioned and I found it intriguing. That’s all.” Sherlock said, picking at a non-existent loose thread on the dish towel.
“And when would this role-play take place? And is a candlelight dinner involved because that’s fine if it is.” John smiled.
“You know I don’t care about eating.” Sherlock said, exasperated. John was being willfully obtuse. This was never going to happen at this rate.
“Tea. Tell me what was in the tea.” John asked again.
“Oh, fine.” Sherlock threw himself down on the couch with a put upon huff.
“An aphrodisiac. Yohimbe. It’s an herb. Many doctors prescribe it for their patients who take drugs that interfere with their ability to become…interested in, umm…What?” Taking in the look of astonishment on John’s face.
“You think that I need an aphrodisiac in order to have sex with you? Have I become inadequate somehow? Why is this the first time I’m hearing of it? And why the trickery? I’m pretty sure…yeah, I’m offended.” John asked, standing up.
“It was just in case you weren’t interested in the role-play. I wanted to make sure that I was irresistible.”
“So you thought you’d drug me? Again? And you wonder why I don’t trust you.”
“Well, this is just an herbal supplement,” Sherlock said in his most reasonable voice.
“I know what it is and I’m not taking it. Since when have I turned down a chance to fuck you?” John asked bluntly. He walked over to where Sherlock sat, looking anxious.
“Perhaps if you didn’t talk so much during…”
“I have questions and instructions!” Sherlock exclaimed, now becoming insulted.
“Yes. I know.”
“What’s that supposed to mean?”
“Just, forget about it. So when is this romantic moment supposed to take place?”
John was starting to get into the idea. He didn’t want to let Sherlock know yet. No one crowed as loudly as the man that he loved when he was confirmed to be right.
“You love hearing me talk.”
“It’s true. I do. Why don’t we talk now?” John said, sitting down next to Sherlock close enough to touch.
“Is this it? Are we doing it now?” Sherlock asked eagerly.
“Yes. We’re doing it now.” John said and sighed. This could be fun or a disaster. Only one way to find out…
“So,” John asked, “Come here often?”
“What? I live here. That doesn’t make sense…”
“You’re a virgin who lives with me? Maybe you’d better tell me the plan so that we can continue uninterrupted.” John wasn’t too hopeful about this. Sherlock couldn’t turn off that big brain of his for and John knew that the plan was going to go off the rails fairly quickly. He was game, though so he waited to hear what Sherlock had in mind.
“Well, I hadn’t gotten that far. I didn’t think you’d say yes.” Sherlock admitted somewhat shyly.
“So you were going to drug me without a plan? Typical.”
“I would have figured something out and it’s just an herbal remedy…”
“So is Nightshade.”
“Don’t be ridiculous, John. I’m not trying to kill you.”
“Couldn’t prove that by me. So, where were we…you have lovely hair.” John said, running his fingers through Sherlock’s hair and watching as the curls wrapped around his fingers.
“Are we doing it now? Have we started?”
“Yes. We’ve started. Your turn.”
“Thank you for mentioning that. I wanted to look nice for you tonight.” Sherlock said with a timid smile.
“I like what you’re wearing. It’s very becoming.”
“Why thank you. I was hoping you’d like it.” Sherlock said, running the satiny hem of his dressing gown through his fingers.
“I wasn’t sure whether or not you’d think it too forward of me.” Sherlock look up through his dark lashes at John.
“You’re adorable. You could never be too forward.” John said, barely controlling the roll of his eyes.
“Do you really think so?”
“Of course I do.” John slid closer to Sherlock on the couch until you couldn’t see where one man began and the other one ended.
“Do you mind if I kiss you? It’s all I’ve been thinking about since I first saw your gorgeous lips.” John continued.
“I’d like that.” Sherlock said, leaning forward.
John’s lips met Sherlock’s plush lips with the lightest caress. Barely a meeting of the lips but they both felt a thrill of electricity go through them. John deepened the kiss and before either of them knew what had happened, they had their arms wrapped around each other, John raising a hand to run his fingers through Sherlock’s curls watching as they seemed to wrap around his fingers of their own accord.
Sherlock sat back and took a shuddering breath.
“I’ve never been kissed like that before.”
“Never? You deserve to be kissed and often. Your lips are irresistible. So soft and supple. How is it possible that you’ve never been kissed properly?” John asked, placing quick, lite kisses on Sherlock’s face and lips.
“I haven’t wanted anyone to kiss me before.” Sherlock said, looking at John’s lips.
“I never knew that it could feel like this.”
“Is this ok?” John asked, running a hand down Sherlock’s arm.
“Very.”
John reached the sharp curve of Sherlock’s hip and stopped.
“Is this ok?” John asked, looking for permission to continue. He wasn’t sure how serious this game was. He didn’t want to move too fast for whatever Sherlock had in mind. It could be anything. One touch that would normally be fine, could be out of bounds in this scenario. John didn’t know and he didn’t want to set Sherlock off. This seemed like a harmless enough idea - if he stayed within the parameters that were as yet unspecified. That meant asking questions to make sure that he wasn’t too fast. John was actually beginning to stress himself out. Ridiculous. It was just a game. Right?
“I think it’s ok.” Sherlock said hesitantly.
“I don’t want to move too fast for you. If I do something that makes you feel uncomfortable, let me know and I’ll stop right away.” John said sincerely.
“I’m sure that you wouldn’t do anything untoward, John. I’m just a little nervous. I’ve never done anything like this before.” Sherlock said, looking down at his hands.
“There’s no hurry. We have all the time in the world.”
“That’s impossible, John.” Sherlock said, coming out of the role-play briefly.
“I’m just saying that there’s no rush. We can move as fast or slow as you’re comfortable with. Make sense?” John asked.
“Oh. I see. Alright. Carry on.”
“Can I ask you a personal question?”
“Of course.”
“You said that you’ve never done anything like this before. Are you saying that you’re a virgin?” John had to admit to himself that the thought gave him a little tingle and his cock was definitely becoming interested in the game.
“That’s what I meant by saying that I’d never done anything like this before, John. Are you being purposely obtuse?”
“No. No. I’m just trying to understand how to proceed. I don’t want to alarm you.” John looked at Sherlock, hopeful that he’d get what John was trying to say.
“Sex doesn’t alarm me, John. If anything you do bothers me, I’ll will let you know immediately.”
“Ok.” John said, leaning over to kiss Sherlock again and was relieved when he just melted into him. Maybe this would be fun. It certainly wasn’t going to be work.