This is the fourth and final chapter.
Night Thoughts And Dreams – Chapter Four (Forever)
Sherlock looked down at the man whose hips he was straddling and thought how
magnificent he looked. His eyes were closed, his head thrown back, his mouth
slightly open, and he was making the most enchanting noises all because of what
Sherlock was doing to him. He loved watching John's reaction to each touch, kiss
and lick he gave him. It fascinated him, that the slightest movement of his hips, at
the moment, could make John gasp and moan the way he was doing right now. He
loved the fact that he, Sherlock Holmes, was capable of giving such pleasure to
another human being. But not just any human being...to John Watson, his friend,
his colleague, and now his lover.
Sherlock leaned forward slightly and pushed down so that their bodies rubbed
together. John moaned again and lifted his hips up to meet Sherlocks. Sherlock's
breath caught in his throat as intense pleasure coursed through him and he rocked
his hips against John's in a steady rhythm, all the time watching his reactions, his
eyes never leaving John's face even though he was finding it more and more
difficult to focus on anything other than the delicious sensations flooding his mind
and body. Sherlock picked up the pace, his hips moving that little bit faster. He
noticed that John's breathing was shallower and the moans coming from his partner
were more guttural and deeper, at the same time as he noted his own breath was
being expelled from his lungs in short gasps and all his attention was being diverted
to the sensations he felt in his groin as he rocked with ever increasing speed against
the man lying beneath him.
Suddenly John's eyes flew open and he gasped for air, as he grabbed Sherlock's hips
and pushed trying to slow the speed they were both moving at.
"Sherlock stop! I can't hold on. If we keep doing this I'm going to..."
"Just let it happen John. I want to watch you. I want to see your face when you
"Not yet!" John gasped.
"Yes now!" Sherlock whispered as he reached between them and took hold of John's
engorged penis and started to squeeze and caress matching the speed and rhythm of
their hips, all the time watching John's face, his eyes never leaving the other man's as
he drank in every expression, every feeling he saw reflected there.
John's eyes opened and Sherlock saw they were a deep deep blue and the pupils were
huge and dilated with lust, and desire, and need, and all for him. John lusted after him,
desired him, needed him. Sherlock's arousal intensified as John's need for him finally
registered in that brilliant brain of his at exactly the same time as John took hold of
Sherlock's penis and started his own relentless rhythm on it.
"Oh God!" Sherlock groaned and John laughed delightedly at his reaction.
For several minutes Sherlock's mind went black. He didn't think, he just felt, and it
was glorious. Every sensation, every ripple, every stroke carried out by him on
John's body, was reflected, and copied, and carried out by John on his body too.
They gasped, they moaned, they sighed; together. Always together. Totally in synch
with each other. Lavishing attention. And when finally they reached the pinnacle of
their pleasure in each other, it was together. Their orgasms crashing over each other;
intense, mind blowing, devastating.
"God, that was incredible." John gasped, as they lay entwined around each other;
bodies still slick with sweat, panting heavily.
"Indeed." Sherlock replied, his mind and body reeling. Incredible didn't even come
close to what that was. With a start Sherlock realised that he was crying. There were
tears running down his cheeks and he couldn't seem to stop them. He tried to brush
them away before John saw, but his arms were still wrapped around the other man and
he found he didn't really want to move them. So what if John saw, after what they'd
just shared, a few little tears were really not such a big deal.
"Sherlock." John's voice interrupted his thoughts, and he raised his eyes to look at
the other man. "Sherlock, what's the matter? Are you alright?"
"I am...perfect." Sherlock replied kissing John passionately before he continued to
speak. "I am happy, and content, and completely and utterly in love with you. John
Watson, you have saved me from myself just by being you, and I find myself totally
overwhelmed. I have never felt this way before, and I want to spend the rest of my
life with you."
He watched John's face as he made his declaration and was both relieved and over
joyed at what he saw reflected there:- first shock, then surprise, then relief, happiness
and joy all flittered across John's face as he listened to what Sherlock was telling him.
"I love you too." John replied with tears in his eyes, and Sherlock released the breath
he hadn't realised he'd been holding. He'd already known that John loved him, but it
was wonderful to hear it once again from the doctor's own lips, those lips that Sherlock
had just a few moments ago been ravishing with his own.
"You have no idea how much I love you." John continued. "And I'm not sure I'll
ever be able to show you, but I'm quite happy, ecstatic even, to spend the rest of my
life with you proving it to you."
John grinned at him, and Sherlock found himself totally unable to do anything other
then grin back at this man who meant absolutely everything to him.
"So Sherlock." John said still grinning. "I take it that we will be doing this, (he
swept his arm outwards across the bed and themselves in it), again."
"Oh yes John." Sherlock replied. "We will most certainly be doing this again, and
again, and again; wherever you like and whenever you like."