All for science (Moriarty/Sherlock) (JimfromIT,Sherlock Phoenix)

Jim was surprised by Sherlock's sudden movement. He had expected caution; even to see a little bit of fear in the detectives eyes, but from what he could see there was nothing but lustful anticipation, and it pleased him greatly.

He rubbed his fingers together, trying to get most of his skin covered. Once he felt that it was good enough, he carefully worked a finger into him, and then two, telling himself to go slower than he normally would. He slid his fingers in deeper, making scissoring motions to try to ease the pain later on.

Sherlock had to admit he appreciated the soft look of surprise Jim wore when he exposed himself, it was a good thing to remember how to do, he thought, wishing he could be a bit calmer and actually store data into his brain.

It wasn't happening though, his whole body shaking when he felt the intrusion of Jim's fingers, he closed his eyes because of the stranger feeling, why did people do that anyway? He wondered, it felt awfully intrusive.
He kept himself from saying anything though, ordering his muscles to relax.

"Do you have a condom?" he asked, the words had been in his head for a while as his hips were trying hard to stay still, but he spoke only when he was sure his voice would not waver. He couldn't help but wonder how many people Jim had been with. A lot of less demanding types no doubt, Sherlock knew he was quite the handful.

Jim didn't think of condoms until now. He interrally scolded himself for being so absent minded and looked over at his dresser. He roughly jerked his fingers out of Sherlock to reach the dresser; an action he knew would hurt considerably.

He frowned at the whimper of pain from Sherlock, and once he got the condom he put it in the other mans hand. Sherlock looked at him with a mix of anger and confusion, and Jim rolled his eyes when he didn't take the hint. "Unwrap it. Go on."

Sherlock groaned in pain when Jim's fingers moved out of him roughly, his muscles tensing and throbbing slightly. "God, Jim," he protested, and looked at him annoyed when he was handed the condom.

"I am a bloody virgin, could you be a bit nicer?" he snapped, and unwrapped the condom, looking at it curiously.

Jim grinned at the annoyance in Sherlock's voice. He enjoyed playing with the detective; going back and forth between pain and pleasure. Sherlock wasn't like the people he was usually intimate with...and he supposed Sherlock wasn't like most people at all. Whatever he was like, he had the consulting criminal in a willingly vulnerable position; something that even Jim couldn't entirely understand. He found the detective interesting, and his interest would either make him or break him in the end.

"Temper, Mr.Holmes...I'll be considerate when you give me something in return." He gestured towards the condom.

Sherlock wanted to point out that he was giving Jim way more than anyone else had ever gotten from him, but he reasoned it sounded a lot like what a teenage girl would say, so he decided to shut up and do what he was asked.
He needed to do this.
Or he knew that sexual ignorance would someday put him in a disadvantage.

"Very well," he muttered and slowly moved his hands down, clumsily rolling the condom on Jim's arousal. It was easy enough, he had done it before with bananas in school, but he still shook a bit, aware of how hard Jim was and how much this was going to change him regardless he wanted it or not.

Jim bit down on his lip, not allowing himself to moan. He didn't want to come off as too anxious, even though that was exactly the case. He had thought that teasing Sherlock would be much more satisfactory, but now he was, in lack of a better word, frustrated with how slow things were going. The only thing to do now was move things along, and he figured that it was about time.

"Turn over."
Remembering what he had said about being nice, he quickly rubbed lube onto his length. As uncomfortable as it was going to be now, it would be far worse without it.

((The image of Sherlock acting like a prissy teenage girl just popped into my head...I'm now crying of laughter))

Sherlock pouted a bit when he was asked to turn around, he imagined that was the best position for a first time, all considering the pain that might come with it. So he groaned in consent and slowly rolled over, hands craddling closer to his head.
That was it.
It was happening.

He didn't encourage Jim, he had no idea how, but he arched his back a bit, his butt sticking up slightly.
He needed this to go faster, he was getting tired of waiting.

((XDD))

Jim slid into him quickly, not going slowly like he should. He had already been nice by using lube, and Sherlock being a virgin was much too tempting. He let out a soft groan, most of which was suppressed by him biting down on his lip. Sherlock was very tight; another thing that he hadn't thought of beforehand. His thoughts were suddenly interrupted by Sherlock's muscles clenching, sending shockwaves of pleasure through his body. If this was how it was going to be, he wouldn't last very long.
"Control..your damn..muscles.."

Sherlock gasped and groaned helplessly against the pillow when Jim entered him, the movement had been fast and smooth, but the pain was splitting.
He fisted the duvet, closing his eyes tight, wondering if it was going to be like this all the way through.

The words made him growl, he couldn't do it, he couldn't control himself, but as the seconds ticked, his breathing calmed a bit, and he relaxed, the pain subsiding. He could do this, he thought, taking in a deep breath, waiting patiently for what was coming next.

Jim waited for most of Sherlock's pain to subside. It didn't take long for his breathing to become somewhat regular, and he took this as a sign to continue. He moved inside him slowly, taking his time to gently push in, and then move a bit out. This wasn't going to be easy considering how tight Sherlock was. He'd be damned if he would be the first to lose control; though he didn't think he'd mind as much as he normally would with Sherlock.

((Gaaah, short post ><))

Sparks of pain went off on his spine as Jim started moving, but the soft friction was making him dizzy as well, with need and pleasure.
Movement was what he needed, he realized, arching his back as he tried to push his hips back against Jim's.

"Jim~" he whimpered his name in need. "Faster," he pleaded, his voice dripping with lust.

((no worries))

Hearing Sherlock groan his name, even if he was making a legitimate effort to speak, was rediculously sexy. The heat from Sherlock's body and the way he was moving against his hips was heavenly, and he didn't need to be told twice to go faster. He quickened his movements, going deeper inside of Sherlock's warmth and craving more.

This was definitely what everyone was so obsessed about.
The friction, the pleasure, the passion, the way their bodies were intertwined and joined. It was all part of a storm of feelings that took over Sherlock's heart and shook it at its root.
Not to mention the chemicals, the hormones, the pure lust that was pulsing in his veins and making the whole would turn around him.

"Close," he stammered, knowing what it was.
His orgasm.
Crawling closer and closer, making his muscles tense and relax, asking, demanding more with sharp movements of his hips.

Jim could almost feel Sherlock trying to analyze the things he was feeling. He hadn't expected anything other than this, but he would admit that Sherlock's eagerness took him by surprise. Just an experiment? It surely didn't seem like just an experiment from the way Sherlock has been acting. He wondered if Sherlock was aware of this, but decided to just let it go for now. He could rub it in later.

They were both close; and he was sure that Sherlock wouldn't last much longer. He brushed against Sherlock's prostate as he thrust, causing him to moan louder than before. He wanted Sherlock to moan his name; to claim what was his before Sherlock could think.

"Say my name," he half moaned, half spoke.

Unfocused eyes moved to Jim's face when he spoke, his body was shaking in anticipation and his heartbeat stuttered. He couldn't think now what this meant at all.
"Jim," he whispered at first, the thrust he received in return made him louder. "Yes, Jim," he moaned, before he threw his head back.

A few thrusts, a few moans of the other's name and Sherlock was gone, coming apart under him, his orgasm hitting him violently, and leaving him breathless.

Hearing Sherlock moan his name filled him with even more lust than before. He returned the favor, and thrusted as hard as he could into Sherlock's prostate, making Sherlock moan even louder than before. He no longer had control of his mouth, moaning and swearing loudly enough that he was sure the neighbors all around could hear. As much as he would normally care about keeping to himself, he figured they could handle a bit of noise. He owned nearly everyone in walking distance, so he doubted there would be any complaining.

A few more thrusts and Sherlock came undone, and Jim followed him shortly after. His orgasm hit him hard, taking his breath away and blurring his vision both at once. He rode it out, trying to hold onto that feeling of bliss just a bit longer before losing his ability to hold himself up. He collapsed onto Sherlock, his heart beating extremely fast and trying to suck in as much oxygen as he could to his burning lungs.

Sherlock's eyes were closed, the wave of his high had relaxed all his muscles and the bliss his senses experienced was something the detective had never felt.

He huffed slightly when Jim collapsed on him, his hand instinctively wrapping around his shoulders, as if welcoming him closer.

For a second there, Sherlock thought that he could... he could get used to this.

((Gaahhhhh I don't know what to write >< ))

((^^;;;;;; Jim falling asleep? Or pulling away and telling Sherlock to go? I dunno, what do you want to do with them? Should we create some drama for them? ))

((Ok, you gave me an idea. Thanks!! ))

Jim rolled himself off of Sherlock and closed his eyes, trying to relax a little. He was angry that he had let himself become so unguarded. So fragile. And he hated the way Sherlock had made him this way in so little time. After a moments silence, he finally spoke.

"You got what you came for, didn't you?"

((eheh I am good like that XDDD ))

Jim's words shook Sherlock out of his torpor, he had forgotten about the consequences of what he had just done, still too wrapped up in the aftermath of pleasure.
His mind seemed to be working again though, and he knew that he was supposed to go.

He felt strangely empty though, the bliss from before disappearing suddenly and he frowned.
"Mm... I imagine this is how it usually go?" he muttered, sitting up, grimacing at the pain that shot up his backside.

"You get done and you get gone?" he asked, turning to look at Jim. "Is that what people do?"
He felt his heart clench in his chest, he looked so beautiful in that moment...

"People do all sorts of things. I prefer not to get too personally involved."

He opened his eyes and looked at Sherlock, studying his expression. The look on the detectives face made him feel extremely cruel for treating him like a piece of meat. He also felt very exposed, as if the other mans eyes could see right into his mind; right into what he was thinking.

"Go clean yourself up. Hallway, first door on the right."

"Personally involved, you say," he muttered under his breath, not sure he knew what it meant. It seemed to him they had been quite intensively involved already, but maybe he was mistaking the physical with the emotional.

He looked at Jim for a moment, the other's expression wasn't as cool and distant as it had been before they started snogging, but Sherlock was too inexperienced with people to actually read it.

"Was I very bad?" he asked, trying to sound casual as he moved off the bed, uncaring of his nudity, he walked towards the door.
He felt strangely weak. It really felt like Jim had taken something from him that he couldn't have back any more.

Jim scoffed at the question. Bad? Was he this ignorant of what they had just done?

"Bad? No. Not the best I've ever had, but not the worst."

Bittersweet, but it was the best he could think of.