Sorry this took so long. I had classes and a concept art piece to work on. And then I ended up having to write all this while my friend listened to Patton Oswald and we both laughed uncontrollably. Damn him. And damn Patton Oswald, I nearly choked on soda. Anyway, if this last bit is less than stellar then blame comedy.
Anderson made a strangled noise and turned away, not sure what to think of what he was witnessing. Gregson shot John a dirty look before heading steadfastly back downstairs to wait in the car.
Hopkins was getting close and from the sound of it Lestrade wasn’t far off either, both moving more franticly. Sherlock was rather enjoying himself, rocking between the two of them. He’d have to remember to ask John about his opinions on group sex.
Sally had to admit, it wasn’t a bad show. Still, bit weird seeing people you knew shagging, especially when you’d been fairly certain one of them was straight, and another didn’t much care for sex at all. She glanced back to see if she could get Anderson’s take on this odd situation but he was gone again. Understandable, she decided, probably gone to join Gregson. She ended up heading back down as well, still not all that comfortable with the situation. She’d have to have words with Lestrade after this.
Lestrade came first, gripping at the back of Sherlock’s head and pulling him away. Sherlock kept his mouth open fully, saliva smeared around bruised lips, and tilted his head back in expectation. Cum splashed hotly across his face, and he licked at it as he pressed back onto Hopkins, whose thrusts were growing more erratic by the moment.
Lestrade managed to move over and collapse onto the couch next to John, panting and wobbly. “Hope you don’t mind the, ah…”
John laughed, “Even if I did I don’t think that would stop him.
Actually,” he said with a grin, “I wouldn’t mind you coming over for more of something like this, if you’d like.”
Lestrade seemed a bit surprised by John’s comment, but took it in stride. “That sounds brilliant,” he said pleasantly.
Back in the center of the room Sherlock was panting and moaning, head resting heavily on his arms, as Hopkins thrust with no semblance of anything even close to a rhythm.
“Oh, oooh, yeeees, Unngf,” Hopkins jerked his hips a handful more times before adding to the slippery mess inside Sherlock’s well used hole.
He pulled out gasping and shaking and lay against Sherlock for a moment before moving back to lie in a boneless heap on the chair he had previously occupied.
Sherlock rolled over onto his back, legs spread obscenely, and began pumping his cock. Hopkins got up the strength to pull his camera phone back out and began taking video. He was going to have masturbatory material for ages.
John stroked himself casually towards a second climax as he watched Sherlock buck and gasp on the floor. He was slightly surprised when he felt a second hand on his cock. Lestrade was tired but more than willing to give a hand, and also quite interested in the idea of future sex at Baker Street.
Sherlock smiled faintly at the show taking place on the couch, and endeavored to improve his own performance to help John along. He continued touching himself, but moved a hand up to his lips, running a finger through the cum on his face before dragging it into his mouth and sucking obscenely.
John was getting close more rapidly than he had expected, due to the unexpected hand on his cock and the sight of an utterly debauched Sherlock on the floor. Sherlock continued, cock moving smoothly through his hand, as he neared his second orgasm of the evening. It had been so wonderful being pinned between the two men, though he wished it could have been John inside him rather than Hopkins. The officer wasn’t bad, but he certainly lacked the skill that John had. He really hoped that Lestrade would be up for coming back around in future.
When he came it was with startling force, and his vision went white for a moment before he collapsed back onto the floor. He lay for a moment, mind starkly blank, before his senses fully returned. He looked over just in time to see John cumming, knuckles white as he gripped the couch and Lestrade’s thigh, the inspector pumping him until he was empty.
“Well,” Sherlock said with a grin, “I think this may be the most interesting start to a case I’ve ever had.”