Myths and Facts - AU - Locked to seaweed_writes

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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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"Of course." He said, in a dismissive tone, though that was far from the way that he was actually feeling.

"True. Though the desert is a vast place, we will need to stay close, for safety's sake of course. We get lost out there, and no GPS will save our lives." God, that sounded like such a lame excuse coming from his lips, even if it was true.

He followed John up the rickety old elevator and into the room, which was small, even by hotel standards. There wasn't much more than a bed, a couple of dressers, and a tiny tv on a small desk.

"Well, we will be here a few days getting supplies, we might as well unpack a little."

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The hotel was low key, it was local and if there was anyone after them this early in the game, they would probably (hopefully) not start here. John set his suitcase on the bed and opened it. He had packed with the efficiency of a former soldier, someone who was used to being on the go, not knowing what to expect around the next corner. There was a lot about John Watson that didn't seem to add up.

"I much prefer gathering my own supplies than letting someone else get them." He said as he removed the light coat he wore, along with the shirt. It left him shirtless, showing the countless scars along his torso to Sherlock.

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Sherlock had started to open his suitcase, but the moment that John took off his shirt, he stopped. He knew he shouldn't stare, but he couldn't help but stare, taking in the planes of JOhn's back, the gnarly, gnarled scar on his shoulder, the cuts that healed in various states, the old scars from countless adventures.

He licked his lips without even thinking about it, finally blinking and looking away, hoping that John dind't notice because he was facing the other way.

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"All these subtle glances will leave us with a bit of hand wringing and plenty of trips to the loo." John said as he turned to look at Sherlock. He was guessing here. But he knew what it felt like to have a gaze on him.

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"I..." Sherlock started, then shut his mouth. What was it about this man that set him back on his heels, that literally made him speechless?

He could deny it, sure. But what good would that do? He had taken every opportunity he could in the museum to study everything about John- his look, his sound, his smell, how he reacted to certain stimuli. In some ways he could read John like a book, but when it came down to brass tacks, he knew nothing about the man.

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John set his case on the floor and crossed around the bed to stand in front of Sherlock. He looked up at the man, watching him. He reached up and touched his cheek, stroking a hand over the slightly stubble skin. He let out a breath and leaned up to kiss him.

He had been attracted to Sherlock since they first encountered one another.

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For a moment, Sherlock stiffened. He didn't pull away, but neither did he rush up to meet John.

The first touch of those lips on his were electric. He could feel the goosebumps rising on his skin. It took a couple of moments for his brain to come back online and actually try to kiss John back, tentative at first, but slowly, slowly relaxing.

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John was about to pull away when Sherlock started kissing him in return. He made a noise into the kiss and pulled Sherlock closer by his shirt. He wanted to touch and feel. He wanted to get lost in this gorgeous man.

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Of course Sherlock would never admit it, but his career had always come first. He had had.... dalliances before, always with men, but nothing ever serious. John, though.. this wasn't some dalliance.. Sherlock could tell that.. But was he ready for something... anything? He hadn't intended for this to be anything more than just a job, and this was setting him back on his heels in a way that made him awkward and uncomfortable.

Not the kissing, it was warm and wet and wonderful, but he still wasn't sure what he wanted.. not yet.

Sherlock broke away after a moment, panting ever so softly. "John.. " His voice was a whisper on the breeze.

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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.

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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."

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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.

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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.

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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?"

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"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.

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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.

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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.

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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.

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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.

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"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.

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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

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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."

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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.

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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?"

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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.