College AU (James Moriarty/Sherlock Holmes/John Watson MD) (warning: drug use, smut)

Sherlock studied James's face. He could see John's eyes on him, expecting him to offer an opinion on how they could "entertain" him. James had his eyes trained on John's body in a way that Sherlock wasn't too keen on, but he couldn't put his finger on what it was exactly.

Process of elimination, he thought. If alcohol was boring, if drugs were boring, what else could possibly be in this room that James found interesting? Sherlock looked around, and doubted that it was the chemistry set or pile of text books lying on his desk, and the way James continued to look him and John up and down in an odd way told him he clearly found /them/ quite interesting. But why? How?

"It's you he wants John. Or me. But I don't know why or what for." He offered finally.

John was looking at Sherlock as he thought, his hand moving to bring the beer to his lips.
He almost choked when his student finally talked.

"What?" he sputtered, and then looked at Jim with a smirk. "I am pretty sure you want Sherlock, I can tell by the way you are always gravitating around him, but me? James?" he asked, and even though Sherlock had no idea what they were talking about, he did, and he was rather sure James did as well.

"Good one." He complimented Sherlock while scanning his eyes over his whole body.

He then turned to face John who was sitting next to him, only inches apart.
"Oh I could do you both at the same time." He joked, the alcohol and drugs had clearly gotten to his head. It made him giggle just after he spoke the words.

Sherlock was a little confused. He looked from one to the other as they spoke, wearing a slight frown. There was clearly some kind of subtext to what they were saying but it was all a bit of a mystery.

"Sorry.." he interupted, addressing James. "When you say 'do'...what exactly do you mean by that?"

It made him giggle even more. His eyes now dancing between John and Sherlock. He did like his own suggestion, something new, something entertaining. He was going to push this through.

He now grinned devilish towards Sherlock. "Hmmmm" He groaned pretending he was thinking. "I think that's for me to know, and for you to find out." playfully he winked at Sherlock.

John was looking at him amused. Had he been in right mind he would have kicked Jim out right this second, but he was high as a kite, thanks to the joint, and drunk like he hadn't been in years. The idea just sounded amusing.

"How do you think you can actually manage that exactly?" he asked, because the mechanics of a threesome with all guys were beyond him at the moment.

He looked at Sherlock, his eyes softening. "He means he wants to shag us, Sherlock," he pointed out, because he didn't like it when people teased him. Only he could.

Sherlock coughed and spluttered on his beer. "What? Really?!" Well, that explained all the weird looks and strange choice of syntax, he thought to himself, storing the information in his mind for future reference. Then he turned his attention to the current situation and reflected on what had been said.

"But...why would you want to do that?" he asked, still a little confused. "I mean...I don't have a problem with it per say just wondering why you would be interested?"

James now went sitting straight up, so he could see them both. He first answered Sherlock; who seemed to be taken by surprise.

"Why? Because I'm bored and wasted as hell. That's why. And perhaps to keep your little dirty secret save." he said. "You can't deny you would like it." He said seductive and than turned to face John who was sitting close. His hands stretched out and ran it over John's chest, knowing Sherlock would get jealous.

"How would it work? I have no idea. But the 3 of us seem clever enough to figure that out."

John was not sure how talking about it had suddenly become a we should do it. His eyes widened considerably as he felt Jim's hand on his chest, and his body betrayed him, a chill of arousal went down his spine.
He couldn't deny the fact he would love to shag Sherlock again, but with Jim?

"Sex in exchange for our secret? You would really do that?" he asked, he couldn't believe the student would willingly blackmail him like that.

Sherlock watched as James moved his hand to dance over John's chest. He frowned...feeling an irrational urge to pull it away. Instead, he sank the rest of his beer, threw the empty can aside, and leaned in towards John, placing his hand over the other side of his chest. He glared slightly at James, as if competing with him for John's attention. Was that what he was doing? He wasn't quite sure. His head was spinning from the drugs and drink...and the idea of touching John again right now seemed....appealing.

"I'd indeed do so." He purred into john's ear, trying to arouse him even more. He looked up as he felt Sherlock joining in. It seems like his plan was working, sherlock did get jealous. Oh, the feeling over being clever.

He then focussed back on john and Sherlock and soon figured he was next to make his move. He let one hand slide over John's inner tight while his lips start to suck on john's ear lobe, it was the closest thing they could get hold on.

John blinked up at Sherlock when he felt his hand join Jim's on his chest. "What the-" he felt his voice fail him when Jim pressed closer.

He was still looking at Sherlock, but he couldn't help the helpless whimper when Jim's hand slid on his inner thigh.

He turned around abruptly when he felt the other's lips on his earlobe though, stopping the motion.
"I haven't agreed," he protested, even though the arousal forming in his trousers was proof of the opposite.

Sherlock sat and observed James as he leant in closer and began to nibble on John's ear lobe, the frustrated feeling building up inside his chest. He decided to try and copy Jim's actions exactly, and hurriedly enveloped John's other ear lobe in his mouth, nibbling at it whilst his hand still carressed his chest. He began to feel the same feelings he had earlier...his heart beat a little faster...a slight stirring inside his pants...

"Tsk tsk. I beg to differ, professor" james said as the hand on his inner tight now went to cup his growing arousal. He didn't keep it there though, he pressed it slightly before returning it back to where it came from.

he took advantage of John now looking at him and without thinking he pressed his lips on the other's lips.

John could not possibly fend off attacks on both sides, he had been trying to talk to James when Sherlock's lips attached to his lobe, and God, he was sensitive there. And for God's sake, Sherlock Holmes was sucking on his skin with those beautiful lips of his.

He moaned, the hand on his clothed arousal and then he was gone. Rationality burned into thin air and there were lips on his own. Lips he had not agreed to, provided his mind, lips that were not Sherlock's.
The next second he was returning a heated kiss with an angry growl, he resented Jim for taking his mind off Sherlock.
The man tasted good though, and bloody hell was he a good kisser.
His hand instinctively searched for something to hold onto, and it ended up on Sherlock's thigh, moving up towards his crotch.

As John's body turned away frin him and in towards the kisses James was providing, Sherlock felt a hand creep up his bare leg and up towards the bulge in his pants. John's hand. Feeling his heart pounding he hurriedly pulled down his underpants, exposing himself fully, the various substances he had consumed helping him to lose his inhibitions.

The sight of John and Jim kissing was quite...incredible, he decided, and he was desperate to be a part of it. He began tugging at John's pants, eager to get them off.

James deepens the kiss, allowing to let their tongues meet. He was completely turned on by john's kissing skills.

For a second he opened his eyes and saw sherlock naked. It only made his more eager, willing to feel more, to get more. His own hand helping sherlock's to pull down john's trousers.

John wasn't sure what to do, in normal conditions he would try to take control, he would push his partner against the mattress and have his wicked way with him, but like this he had no idea where to turn.
Jim was kissing him, and working his trousers, Sherlock's hands were soon on his pants as well, trying to get him naked, and he was already as hard as a rock.

He glanced Sherlock's side, noticing the man had already managed to get naked, and he couldn't help the moan that passed his lips when his fingertips met naked skin and a quickly forming arousal.
He bit on Jim's lower lip, his free hand gripping his shirt and pulled him forcibly closer before he pulled away from the kiss.
"You owe me after this," he hissed, before he lifted his hips and let the two man take his trousers and pants off.
He was left with just his jumper and he took it off swiftly, hoping Jim would take the hint as well.

John and Jim were busy kissing and Sherlock thought for a moment he might get left out. John had his back to him and he was practically falling off the end of the bed as the other two spread out. Then he felt John's fingers close around his erection and let out a satisfied moan as he realised he was still being included in all this.

He rolled onto his side and reached his own hand round over John's shoulder to run his fingers gently down his chest. And with his friend now fully naked, there was nothing to stop him. Sherlock carefully took hold of his throbbing hard on and mimiced the actions being carried out on his own - pumping it up and down at a slow but steady rhythm. As he did so he eagerly watched the other two and tried to block out the increased waves of pleasure spreading through his body. He didn't want this to end too soon.

James got the hint and started to take of his shirt and unzipped his trousers.
He groaned as John bit down his lips but a grin formed when hearing his words.
"I sure do professor." He answered with a deep voice.

With one eye open he glanced at the two men now stroking each other, only watching it make him grow rock hard. Eagerly he took his trousers off and soon let his pants follow. Now fully exposed as well. His hands were running over John's chest while their tongues were busy dancing around eachother.

The three of them were naked now, and John had miles of skin to caress and tease, he couldn't decide what to do.
Kissing James was unexpectedly sensual, but as things went on, he started wanting, needing more.

Sherlock's hand felt good, but it was hardly enough.
He pulled away just a bit, lust filled eyes fixing into James: "Tell me you have a few condoms," he muttered, an idea forming in his head, and as he let Jim reply he started sucking a nice little bruise to his neck.

He was turned towards Jim by then, and his hand stopped caressing Sherlock's arousal. It moved around him and cupped his hipbone instead, soon he was pulling Sherlock's body closer to his, his arousal grazed his butt, and he was rutting their hips together.

James lifted himself off the bed once John had asked for condoms. Hands eagerly searching for them in the back pocket of his jeans. It took him longer then he hoped but he managed to find them.

when he turned around he found John and Sherlock enjoying each other, what a lovely sight. But it only would be more lovely if he was somehow able to join in.

"Got them." he said, pulling their attention towards him instead of each other.

Sherlock leaned into John's back, planting kisses on his neck and down between his shoulder blades, his spare hand gripping his sandy locks whilst the other one continued playing with his erection.

Hearing John mention condoms only served to make Sherlock more excited. He opened his mouth wide and dug his teeth gently into the professor's right shoulder, then he felt John's hand leave his cock and grab him by the waist, pulling him in closer. He felt himself pressed up against the other man's bottom, and with a thrill remembered what it felt like when John entered him earlier...he could only imagine what it would feel like for him to be inside John...

"Mmm John....I want you." he heard himself saying. Was that really him? Did he just say that? It was true though, he realised. He wanted John so badly.

John had to admit that, by then, he was feeling rather light headed, drugs and alcohol in the way, it was like he was swimming in a pool of different feelings and pleasure, everything blending together.

He whimpered at the loss of heat when James moved away, but then Sherlock was pressing kisses to the back of his neck and sliding his erection along his butt cheeks.
His muscles tensed and he felt he wanted him, he wanted him inside.
Sherlock's voice just mirroring his own thoughts.

"Alright... you... do to me what I did to you," he mumbled, hoping Sherlock would understand his quick words. "Get the lube," he ordered, his head moving up and he noticed James managed to find the condoms.

"Good boy," he smirked at Jim, patting the bed for him to join them again. "How would you like me to fuck that pretty ass of yours?" he asked, and motioned to Sherlock. "While he has his fun with mine?"



((So, I am going with John in the middle, because he just wouldn't let Sherlock be fucked by someone else, but... up to you if you want to change it? John will be amenable to all kind of things given the right nudge, he is way too turned on by now >> I can't believe we are doing this by the way XDD))

(( Yeah I think that works...It seems in character, well as much as any of this is in character ))


Sherlock was encouraged by John's words. He sat up, moving away slightly, and his fumbling hands reached for the lube. He was shaking, nervous. He just hoped he could remember what to do. He'd tried to take it all in....what John had done, and he was fairly certain he could repeat the process successfully. He was so excited that he dropped the lube right out of his hands several times whilst trying to squeeze some out. He ran his hands through his hair and puffed out his cheeks, taking a few deep breaths. Calm down, just calm down, he told himself. Good God he really wanted this...

With one hand he parted the cheeks of John's bum exposing his tight muscular hole. Then with his other hand, Sherlock reached down and placed one of his fingers at the entrance, massaging it slowly with the lube, eventually easing one finger inside, just a few millimetres at first...then deeper, then all the way in until he could feel John's prostate. Bloody hell. Sherlock was feverish with excitement, eagerly pushing a second finger inside.