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John Watson was a professor of Archaeology, with a focus in ancient Middle Eastern artifacts and history. He was mild mannered and ordinary. People assumed he was boring, university educated and went home to do whatever it is that ordinary people do when.

But John Watson had a secret. He often carried out interesting archaeological missions (for lack of better descriptors) for the British Government. Things that the government didn't want others to find, to keep secrets safe from the public. Not that the public didn't deserve to know. But there was much that John Watson found that would turn history in its head, which would cause chaos among the population.

But this day, he had finished his classes and was sitting in his office. He was researching something he had been working on his entire career.

The Hanging Gardens of Babylon and thus the other missing Ancient Wonders. The only one that had survived antiquity was the Great Pyramid of Giza. And John suspected that was for a reason. There had been reports of other pyramids being dismantled, of crumbling and collapsing. This pyramid was the height of the pyramid building craze that clutched ancient Egypt for so long.

But that wasn't his focus.

He didn't tell many he was researching the Gardens. Too many other archaeologists had been laughed out of a career for it. No. He wanted to find them, prove their existence before he published anything.

He closed his notebook and tucked it into his messenger bag. It was leather and worn, he had taken it on many of his adventures, and he always kept a gun tucked into it. John left the university ground and hailed a cab. He was off to the British Museum to see the Alexander the Great exhibit that was there. Maybe there was something in the collection that would lead to another clue or breakthrough.

At the museum he was stopped in front of a large stone tablet (a recent discovery) reading the text and translating. It wasn't too busy this day, as it was a Wednesday, but there were still people milling about, talking. And he suspected the Curator, one Sherlock Holmes, was watching or around. Bringing this particular exhibit to the museum had been a feat.

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"Not good?" John asked a little breathlessly. Had he misread Sherlock and made a mistake that could cost him a friend and the partner on this job?

He stepped back and went to grab a clean shirt. He bit his kiss swollen lip as he yanked the t-shirt on. He wasn't sure what to feel. Embarrassment for sure, shame? He wasn't positive.

Sherlock sighed as he watched John retreat back, and for some reason, he couldn't bring himself to speak.

Finally he was able to form words.

"No.. It... was.. good." He said, stumbling over his words like some weird sex starved teenager. "I.. just wasn't expecting it, that was all."

John looked up and smiled shyly at Sherlock. "You are a good kisser." He said softly before sitting on the bed. He watched Sherlock. He knew he could separate work from want or play.

The tiniest hint of a blush colored Sherlock's face, but he shook those thoughts out of his head rather quickly.

Sherlock didn't move any closer to the bed, he stood his ground, his eyes not leaving John's. What could he say to that, "Thank you?" "You're a good kisser too"? Either of those would just sound silly and trite, even if they were true. John was a good kisser.

He rubbed at the back of his head. Damnit, he could reduce people to tears by deducing them. But when it came to having even a regular conversation with John, he was a blubbering mess.

"John.." he said quietly, finally having to look away from John at the floor in front of the bed.

John wasn't sure what to say when they both fell silent. Sherlock's gaze held him and it felt like he was being analyzed. His heart-rate increased and he could feel a flush rising to his cheeks. Well damn.

He jerked his gaze away when Sherlock did, trying to get his raging hormones and lust under control.

"Yes?"

"I..." He started again before letting out a long sigh. He needs to get this out. "I... wasn't expecting... that." he finally said.

Damnit, that sounded horrible, he thought to himself.

"I mean, I wasn't expecting anything this trip but a professional relationship..." he trailed off. That wasn't much better.

He ran his hand through his curly locks, slightly matted from the blistering heat.

"I.. " He paused one more time. "I need time.. to process this." he finally said. "I... want to kiss you again. But.. I hadn't expected you to kiss me. I didn't..." He trailed off again and paced around the room. This was not working. Why would anyone want him? he was arrogant, an arsehole, overconfident, and generally not fun to be around.

John watched him pace and move. He listened to the words and then pursed his lips together. He got up and grabbed Sherlock's shoulders.

"I want you." He said firmly, "And you need to relax. And it can be one of two ways, by me sucking your cock until you come down my throat, or me riding you into oblivion."

John had a feeling that those words might knock Sherlock out of whatever state he was in. He hoped.

Sherlock stopped pacing the moment he felt John's hand on his shoulders. He turned to face the man, his whole face turning hot and red at the declaration.

He looked around the room, foolishly making sure no one else was around.. this type of.. relation was not really looked upon favorably in the middle east. If John really did feel this way, they were going to have to be very quiet about it, literally and figuratively.

"What.. you mean... right.. now?" He asked, his whole body flushing with heat.

He nodded. "I can be quiet. Can you?" He asked. John began to unbutton the shirt the other man wore.

He knew the risks being in the area they were in. This would have to be kept behind closed doors. They couldn't risk the project.

Sherlock gulped audibly. Even that simple movement sounded like a gunshot in his ears. He wasn't honestly sure if he really could keep quiet while this man was slowly undressing him.

"I...." And yet again, John had rendered him quite speechless. He was very good at that, it seemed.

"I can gag you. I think your tie would make for a wonderful gag..." John pulled Sherlock's shirt out of his trousers and pushed it off his shoulders.

Instead of going for the trousers, he lowered his mouth to suck and nip at one nipple.

Sherlock gulped heavily again, a thin sheen of sweat formed on his forehead. He stood stock still, letting John do as he will to his body.

He shrugged his shoulders, to assist gravity in letting his shirt fall off his shoulders. Sherlock was about to say something when the breath was taken out of his lungs. He sucked in a deep breath, his whole body tensing with the first small nip that John took.

"Ohhhh..' He groaned, leaning his head back

He ran his tongue around it before moving it to tease and torment the other one. He could get lost in this. Tasting Sherlock, touching and feeling.

John put his hands on Sherlock's waist and touched. Feeling. He let out a breath as he pulled away. He licked his lips and then moved up, nosing at Sherlock's neck. "You taste good."

The moment that John nosed at his neck, he leaned his head back as far as he could and closed his eyes, giving the man as much access to his skin as he could.

His whole body thrummed with arousal. His trousers, that he normally wore on the tight side to accentuate his long legs, were painful, he needed release in more than one way. He tried to shift his weight a little to help resettle himself but it didn't ease the ache and the pressure beneath his trousers.

"God.... John." He bit his lip to stay quiet, tasting the coppery tinge of blood on his tongue.

John stepped back and looked at Sherlock. He licked his lips and then went down onto his knees in front of the man. He ran his hands up his legs and smiled softly. "Lets get these tight trousers off you." He chuckled before unbuttoning Sherlock's trousers. He carefully pulled down the zip, watching the bulge.

"Do you think you can be quiet while I suck you off?"

Sherlock let out the longest, lewdest moan when John FINALLY unzipped his trousers. Sure, his cock was still stuck in his pants, but they weren't nearly as constricting as tight, bespoked trousers were. his dark blue pants with the black band tented obscenely in front of John, a tiny patch of moisture where the head was making the fabric pull out and slightly to the left.

"I...." He paused, taking a deep breath. "Yes.." He finally said, determined to put his hand in his mouth if it came down to it, he just needed John to do something.. ANYTHING right now before he came in his pants like a horny teenager.

John nodded and slowly worked his pants down. He pushed himself up a bit and leaned in to take the head into his mouth. He groaned and slowly began to bob his head up and down.

He tasted along the shaft before pulling back and licking around the head. He took the head in his mouth again and began to move his head up and down again.

Sherlock shimmied his hips to once again let gravity help him. Another long moan escaped his mouth when his cock finally popped free- not thick, but long, flushed a deep red and rock hard with arousal, a bead of pre forming on the tip, the foreskin already pulled back because he was so frustratingly hard.

"Aaaahhhh.." The first touch was electric, he felt it throughout his entire body. He bit down on his hand hard enough to leave tooth imprints in his skin, but it worked to muffle his cry. His other hand went reflexively to John's hair, holding him tight, fingers pressing through his skin to his scalp.

John shuddered as he felt that hand tighten in his hair. Oh god. He moved his head down, taking more of that long cock down his throat. He hadn't thought that this would be possible, but dear god. It was... Was...

He moaned as he continued to move his head up and down.

It took every single bit of Sherlock's willpower tot not thrust himself forward and impale himself fully inside John's hot, wet mouth. He made do by tightening his grip in John's hair, his fingernails leaving little crescent shaped marks in his scalp.

"Johnnnnn.. Ahhh.." He said in a whispered hiss. He was already rocking to John's movement, trying to match the up and back motions, fucking into his mouth. He was chasing the pleasure, could feel it building inside of him, he knew he wouldnt last long, he knew he needed to give a warming before the inevitable end that seemed to be rushing up to meet him.. soon.. so soon.

He was lost in the sensation of feeling Sherlock's cock move in and out of his throat, those heavy balls smacking against him. The blonde moaned and moved his hand to press against his own erection. Trapped in his trousers. It hurt. But he was focused on Sherlock instead.

John brought one hand up and teased along Sherlock's balls and his perineum towards his hole.

Sherlock's eyes went wide. He could feel what John was doing. But he had never had.. anything done there to him. He had occasionally experimented with himself when his stupid transport needed a good wank, but he could never make himself feel good, so he never thought about.. well that kind of stimulation.

He looked like a deer in the headlights, he was biting down hard enough on his hand to actually break the skin on his knuckles, to keep from screaming. HIs whole body was tensed and thrumming, building to the inevitable end.

He slowly rubbed his finger over the hole, just light fleeting touches. He wanted Sherlock to feel good. He wanted the man to let go.

He used his other hand to unzip his own trousers to try and get some relief. But it didn't help. He needed to be touched, fucked, something. Anything.

"Ahhhhh!!'' Sherlock cried out, only to stifle himself with his hand again, shoving as much of it as he could into his mouth. His entire body shook, he leaned his head back as far as he could, his eyes up towards the heavens.

"Johnnnn.. I...." His voice was muffled and low, it was as much warning as he was able to give as he cried out again, his hand dulling his cries when his cock twitched and pulsed, filling John's mouth with his warm, salty essence.

He swallowed all that Sherlock pumped into his mouth. God. John pulled back and let out a breath. His lips were swollen and he had some of Sherlock's release smeared on them.

He looked up st the other man as he pulled away. "Better?"

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