Wants and Complaints

Wants and Complaints
By AnitaB
Chapter two: Needs

He needed this too, needed to feel this man in his arms, in his hands. Watson adored the fact that his touch could make Sherlock Holmes, the most famous mind in England, stutter and stop. That he could bring this man to the point of mindless need. That his hands, his mouth could reduce this brilliant complex man down to simple words and physical sensation.

And he simply loved the feel of every glorious inch of his Holmes under his fingers, against his lips and tongue. Hot, hard, smooth and pulsing with life and need. Holmes wasn’t the only one of them who had nightmares about death. Curling his fingers hot and tight around the erection in his hands, Watson focused his mind on the man panting and arching against his body, not his own dark dreams. He helplessly stroked that hard length with hungry fingers, his mouth feeding on the arched line of Holmes’ throat and the sweet helpless sounds on those lips. Watson fought to pull back before he would find himself fully clothed on his knees, pinning those moving hips against the wall with his hands and his mouth. That wasn’t what Holmes asked for, wasn’t what he needed. And to be perfectly honest with himself, a quick bout against a wall wasn’t what his own nerves were begging for either. Watson wanted hours to explore what he could do to the man in his arms, to feel and touch and taste his Holmes.

“Holmes, bed, now, fast.” It took all his vaulted control to give up the hard, smooth length of that erection in his hands and grab hold of those hips instead. Pushing with his body, Watson pinned Holmes to his chest and walked them both down the hall to the open door. A few feet from the edge of the bed, he forced his hands off that skin entirely by pushing that man to the mattress. “Get naked, now!” He wasn’t one to ask of others what he wasn’t willing to do himself. Watson put his own hands to work on his belts, buttons and fasteners even as his eyes locked themselves to the growing expanse of visible skin on the bed. The robe and shirt hit the floor just seconds after the last of Holmes’ clothes. Holmes’ knees were quick to follow them.

“Let me,” Warm lips parted low against his stomach as agile fingers brushed his out of the way. Watson helplessly braced his feet wider and buried his hands into soft, dark hair for balance as his Holmes kissed and licked at his skin while those strong hands stripped him bare. Cold air on overheated skin made him shiver before that chill was replaced by the hot wet stroke of his favorite tongue. “Delicious, Watson.”

//Oh, dear lord, my Holmes.\ It was all he could do to stay on his feet as the man kneeling before him enveloped his hard length in the hot, wet depths of his mouth. It was one of his favorite things in the world to feel this man’s brilliant mouth working wonders on him. Those deep, dark eyes locked on his face for the first helpless arch of his hips. Even with his lips so pleasantly busy, Watson could see the smile in his eyes.

Holmes loved to take control, to watch as Watson lost any and all restraint. And while he rarely put up a fight, that wasn’t the plan for this little encounter. It was his turn, it was Watson’s time to be in control and give his Holmes every sensation, every touch, kiss, and feeling. He needed to prove to his logical man that they were very much alive and well, not just stand here and take pleasure. “Holmes, stop.” The man at his feet actually shook his head and pulled his length deeper into the hot pleasure of his mouth. Watson groaned low in his throat and fought against his body’s need to thrust, to slide his every aching nerve over that exploring tongue. For a moment he failed, feeling the vibration of Holmes’ pleased sound around his tip. “Bloody hell, man, I said stop.”

Watson forced himself back and dragged Holmes to his feet, pinning the shorter man to his chest for a deep, hard kiss. Strong hands clutched at his back as he slid his own hands down to Holmes’ hips. He wanted, he needed to feel them touch from head to toe, needed to get his fingers back around that gorgeous erection. Watson wanted this man helpless beneath him, incapable of anything but feeling. “Watson, please, I want… I need…” That body arched helplessly in his arms, rubbing their erections against each other in a gorgeous drag of hot skin and breathless groans.

“Me. I know exactly what you need, Holmes. And I’m going to give you everything, absolutely everything. My way.” Watson caught those hands just before they would have reached for him again, kissing each palm with a lingering stroke of his tongue. “Get on that bed and lay back.” Nothing in the entire world was as beautiful as the sound on those delicious, talented lips and the sight of that gorgeous body stretched out across their bed. It was going to be so damn hard to take the time he wanted when those dark, heated eyes begged for fast, hard, and desperate. “That’s my good boy, relax and hold on.”

The wide-eyed, slightly panicked look on that gorgeous face told Watson in no uncertain terms that this was going to be a fine balance between patience and need. Seemed like a win-win to him.

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This was almost exactly what he needed. His Watson was standing beside their bed wearing nothing but his skin and need in his eyes. But it was only almost perfect because, despite the gorgeous view, the man was out of reach. His hands were helplessly clenched with the desire to touch every finely sculpted inch of the body before his eyes. “That’s my good boy, relax and hold on.” Just the low growl in Watson’s voice made relaxing impossible. He wanted to strip this man of his self-control, needed to feel him wild and reckless in his arms. Holmes needed to feel the pulse and heat of his Watson as close as biology would allow.

But the holding on wasn’t a bad idea as that gorgeous form moved closer. Holmes fisted his hands in the sheets to keep himself from disrupting the view of his Watson crawling into bed. Nothing was more eye-catching than the smile on those delicious lips, except just maybe the hard, delicious length of his erection. “Watson,” He wanted that shaft in his mouth, wanted to feel every beat of Watson’s heart pulsing against his tongue, wanted to make this man lose complete control with the heat and love of his touch. “I want to touch you.”

Those sweet lips curved and Holmes knew he wasn’t going to get Watson to bend, not just yet. “Soon, my love, soon. But not yet. I want to touch you first.” His Watson was getting started with a kiss. Strong hands wrapped tight around his wrists, pinning his arms to the sheets as those hot eyes stared down at his lips. “Kiss me, Holmes.”

Watson wanted to torture him, sounding so damn good, feeling so hot, skin to deliciously bare skin. Those lips stayed out of reach for far too long as that long, lean body pressed close, shifting over hungry nerves. The man was waiting for something but all Holmes could get out was a single simple word. “Please,” His Watson smiled and finally, finally leaned close enough to give him those delicious lips. Holmes groaned helplessly low in his throat at the hot, wet plunge of that tongue in his mouth. He adored Watson’s kiss. It was more necessary to his continued existence than air, or water, or food. And Watson knew it, shifting one hand to his jaw to control the depth and heat of this marriage of mouths.

With a low, beautiful sound, those lips pulled back far, far too soon. Holmes found himself pulling against the grip of that hand trying to get high enough to taste that mouth again. The pleading sound in his throat could by no means count as words, but his Watson knew exactly what he needed. Just like always. “Holmes, do you want me to touch you?” His entire body arched up against the hot, smooth strength restraining him. Words were beyond the puddle of need he was melting into on their sheets. “Hmm, that seems like a yes, but I didn’t hear the word.”

Holmes growled and jerked one hand free of Watson’s grip, clenched those hungry fingers against his hair to force him close enough. Plunging his tongue past those sweet gasping lips, he ground his hips up against the hot, hard length of Watson’s erection. Breathless, gorgeous seconds later, he forced his voice to work. “Blast it all, Watson, I want so much more than your touch.”

The smile that curved those delicious lips sent his nerves leaping. “You’ll get it, all of it… if you keep your hands…” That body pressed hard against his as those strong hands recaptured both his wrists and pinned them above his head. “Right here. The longer you do, the more I’ll give you.” Holmes could feel the potential in every inch of that gorgeous form. Watson was a man of his word, and creative to boot. If he could control himself, this man would bury him in the most unbelievable sensations possible. If he could hold on. “Can you do it, my darling Holmes? Can you give me control over you?”

Watson apparently had no damn idea just how much power he had always had over him. Holmes fisted his hands together and shoved them under the pillows bunched up at the headboard. “You have it, you’ve always had it.” Lifting his head, he pressed a hard, quick kiss on those delicious lips before forcing himself to relax over the sheets. “I’m yours, Watson, take me.”

“I’d love to.” His fingers were already itching to explore the hot smooth lines of that body as Watson licked, nipped and kissed a hot line down his throat to his chest. “Every inch of you.” When those warm lips opened right over his heart, it got even harder to keep his hands off the man heating him up. That little smile tested his control all the time, but never more so than when it was pressed against his skin. Then those strong, gentle hands encircled his erection in time with the stroke of a hot tongue over his nipple. “Every delicious inch.”

The curl of the tongue and the sound of that voice told Holmes exactly where that gorgeous mouth was heading… eventually. And when that moment came, he knew with certainty that his hands were not going to be fisted in the sheets above his head, they’d be clutching at that strong back as his body arched helplessly into the heat of those lips. “Watson, please.” Those lips pulled at the skin just under his belly button with a gentle little nibble before lifting to blow a hot breath over suddenly trembling muscles. His hips thrust upward without any control from his brain, every inch of him desperate for the heat of that mouth closer, hotter, tighter. “Watson,”

“Good boy, show me how alive you are. Show me how much you want this.”

He’d never felt so alive before. His every nerve was pulsing with life, heat, and need. Every inch of his skin was vibrating with awareness of the heat of Watson at every single point of contact. “If you don’t hurry it up, you’re going to wake up naked and handcuffed to this headboard, all mine for hours.”

Watson laughed against Holmes’ hip, curling strong fingers tight around his erection for a quick short stroke. “That sounds like a reason to slow down, Holmes. A reward for my patience and self-control.”

“Watson, Damnit, please.”

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