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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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.

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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.

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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.

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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.

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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.

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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.

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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.

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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.

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"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.

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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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It took a few moments for Sherlock to answer. He was going to have small scabs on his left hand, it looked like he had punched something. But it was worth it, the effort mostly quelled his cries.

He couldn't help but smile to see how debauched John looked, even though it was him that had just felt like he had had the most intense orgasm that he could remember in a very long time.

HIs voice was still low and harsh, and breathy as he looked down at John. "But.. what.. about you?" It was quite obvious that he hadn't gotten himself off yet.

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John swallowed and shifted a bit at the reminder of his aroused state. "Do... Do you want to watch me get myself off?" He asked.

John locked his lips, tasting a bit of Sherlock left. He shivered and closed his eyes. God, if the man was that wild with a blow job, how would he react when John sukk down into his cock?

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For a moment, the earth turned on its axis, and Sherlock wasn't sure if he could stay upright.

There was nothing in this world that he wanted more at this moment.

"Yes... p-please." he managed to stammer out.

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John rose to his feet, even though he was a bit shaky. He unbuttoned his trousers and moved them and his pants off. He was now nude in front of Sherlock Holmes. Everything was on display for the man.

He sat on the bed and spread his legs, giving Sherlock a view. He wrapped a hand around his cock and slowly began to move it up and down.

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Oh, God, John was beautiful.. not quite as long as Sherlock, but quite thick, dark and veiny.. perfection.

Sherlock locked his eyes on John, watching his every moved, tracked him as he moved to the bed and sat, turning his body to get a full view of the man in front of him.

A soft moan escaped his lips when John started to stroke himself. He licked his lips and his cock gave a twitch of appreciation, though he was far from being able to get even remotely hard again.

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John moaned softly. It was Sherlock's name. He moved his hand along his length, gasping and whimpering softly. Fuck.

He would be lying if he hadn't imagined what sex would be like with the man. What it would feel like to push into him, or being taken by him.

He jerked his hips up, gasping. His cock was leaking pre-cum, which aided in him getting off.

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Sherlock was desperately wishing that he hadn't already just come. His body wanted to react, but it was just too damn soon. He could still feel the endorphin rush from the orgasm that had just waned a couple of minutes before.

"John...." He groaned softly, wanting to step closer but not daring, wondering what the precome would taste like on his lips. He put his hand up to his mouth again, knowing that watching this was going to draw the most exquisite noises out of both of their mouths.

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John moved his hand faster, gasping and moaning. He finally brought his other hand up and bit the back of it. He needed to remain quiet. But knowing Sherlock was here, watching him... it was addicting.

He kept moving his hand, body starting to tense and tighten and it felt like a spiral. He was so close.

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Sherlock could see his body reacting, tensing, he could tell that John was close, and he wanted nothing more right now than to watch John in the throes of passion, seeing him sullying himself with his own seed.

"Yes, John. That's it." Sherlock encouraged him, his voice an octave lower than usual. "Come. Come for me." he had said it before he was even thinking about what he was saying. An embarrassed blush flushed his cheeks, but he didn't regret it. He wanted John to feel like he had just moments before.

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John shouted against his hand at those words. The tone of Sherlock's voice. Everything. It all came crashing down on him and he came with a jerk of his hips. His seed splattered along his stomach.

He pulled his hands away and fell back onto the bed. He felt completely boneless.

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Oh, John's face... Sherlock etched that look into his mind, filing away into his mind palace so that he could pull it up any time. It had been golden and radiant and perfect.

Sherlock was quiet for a moment, before tentatively walking over to John, sending beside the bed but not sitting or laying on it quite yet.

He could smell John, sweat and sandalwood shampoo and musk and the salty excretions on his stomach. God, he wanted to dip a finger down, and taste it, taste John but once again he held himself back and watched the man as he came down from his high.