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Better Than None By 【作者的名字我忘了】【愚蠢的人类】
John just got completely rejected by Sherlock. Jim just wants
a night of feeling like a normal person.

Chapter 1
John left the
flat hating himself more than he ever had in his entire life. He headed
straight for the pub, ready to drink away his sorrows. He wanted to drink
himself into a stupor until he forgot this whole rotten night. It seemed like
the best course of action considering the circumstances.
He couldn't
believe he had been so bloody stupid. Kissing Sherlock had to be one of the
biggest blunders of his life. It was made even worse by the fact that Sherlock
had turned him down flat, not even bothering to return the kiss. In fact
Sherlock's exact words before he disappeared into his room were "not
interested." That was all John got of a rejection, two words mumbled with
indifference.
Now he just
wanted to drink, pass out and forget all about his flat-mate who he had
stupidly fallen in love with. The best case scenario was that this wouldn't
ruin everything. Sherlock probably wouldn't care that John was in love with
him, so it was up to John not to cock this up. As long as he pretended
everything was fine, things wouldn't change between them. He just needed to
make his feelings go away.
It was going
to be a slow process but his relationship or lack thereof with Sherlock was
worth it. They needed each other, John knew that much. Even if it would never
turn into anything more, he needed Sherlock and the adventure his lifestyle
provided. He would go mad if he didn't have excitement in his life, which
Sherlock provided in spades. So John would just have to suck it up and deal
with it in the only way he knew how, getting pissed.
XXXX
Jim Moriarty
didn't often feel lonely. After all, there were almost always people around and
he was usually too busy to concern himself with being lonely. It was rarer
still that he craved human interaction. Most people he found tedious and dull
and could hardly stand to be in someone's presence for an extended period of
time. But still, when there was a lull in his work, Jim found himself in need
of a night out, realizing what a solitary life he led.
He'd managed
to call off Moran for the evening and excused his security detail. He didn't
want someone from his employ hanging around. This was much too human a need for
the Consulting Criminal and he didn't want to show weakness in front of his
employees. He preferred to keep his employees in a constant state of terror
simply so they wouldn't cross him.
When he got to
the pub, he wasn't sure if he was there to shag someone or murder them. The
night really could go either way. He walked in wearing jeans and a t-shirt,
dressing down to seem less intimidating. People were always underestimating him
and they had done his entire life. Jim loved showing them just how wrong they
were. He sat down at the bar and ordered a pint of bitter, scanning the room
for someone interesting.
His blood ran
cold when his eyes settled on the unassuming army doctor sitting alone in a


corner booth. Jim struggled with himself for a moment, wondering what the best
course of action was. He had come here to forget being James Moriarty and just
be Jim for one night. Going up to John would certainly negate that, no matter
how much he wanted to go over and mess with the man's head.
He took a
moment to appraise the man. Their last encounter at the pool had been brief and
Jim had been focused on Sherlock. Now he took his time looking over the doctor.
He was almost the same height as Jim. His sandy blond hair had patches of gray
in it. His eyes were a bright blue with deep bags underneath. The poor bloke
looked even more rundown than usual. Jim thought over what he currently had
ongoing but couldn't think of anything Sherlock would concern himself with. It
was mostly higher up political stuff, much more Mycroft's area. If Sherlock was
running John ragged, it had nothing to do with Jim.
He had been
staring so long and had been lost in his own thoughts that he hadn't noticed
John staring back. Jim turned his face away, hoping John hadn't recognized him
but knowing it was futile. Jim turned back to see if John was calling Sherlock
or the police. John, in fact, was not doing a thing other than drinking his
pint. Jim swore he saw a flicker of understanding cross over the army doctor's
face. Jim grinned and raised his pint, giving John a slight nod. To his
surprise, John also raised his glass and they both drank.
XXXX
John had no
idea how it had gotten to this point. One minute he was drinking alone –
wallowing in self-pity and ready to spin into a fit of depression – the next he
had locked eyes with Moriarty. Just when he was thinking his night couldn't get
any worse, James bloody Moriarty had to stroll into his pub. The criminal
mastermind was wearing jeans and a t-shirt, which oddly looked good on him. He
looked normal compared to the last time John had seen him. It was probably just
a way to make people underestimate him so he could kill them easily or
something.
But now they
were crashing through the back door of the pub, biting and sucking at each
other's lips, tearing at the other's clothes. Jim's stubble was rubbing against
John as they attacked each other's mouths. Jim wrenched John's head back by his
hair and bit at his neck, breaking the skin.
"****!"
John cried out and pushed Jim against the brick wall in the alley. Jim smirked
before John kissed the expression off of him. He pinned the Consulting
Criminal's hands up above his head and pressed their bodies together.
"A tryst
in a dark alleyway. Bit cliché, don't you think Doctor?" Jim remarked
snidely.
"It was
either this or the loo." John shrugged, unashamedly rubbing his raging
hard-on against the other man's, making them both groan. John let Jim's hands
free, needing to be touched.
"You
surprise me Doctor, this is not the outcome I was expecting when you saw


me." Jim confessed, raking his fingers through John's hair, fingernails
scratching his scalp.
"Maybe I
feel like doing something stupid." John growled, reaching down and undoing
Jim's jeans.
"I didn't
know you were capable of doing anything smart." Jim joked.
John rolled
his eyes to keep from confirming that lately, he had done an extraordinary
amount of idiotic things, top of the list being falling in love with an
extremely unavailable mad genius. So instead he was going to **** a different
mad genius, one who had tried to kill him. Excellent
Watson, that's using your head, he thought bitterly. Instead he put his
hand on the wall behind Jim's head, pressed his body in and cupped the man
through his underwear. He formed his mouth against Moriarty and kissed him
deeply, rubbing him roughly against his palm. Jim all but melted against him,
hands clutching his jacket to keep him close.
"Come on
pet, are we just going to tease each other all day or are we actually going to
play?" Jim asked staring at him with his cold, calculating eyes burning
with lust.
John reached
up and tweaked one of Jim's nipples through his shirt, making him buck against
John in surprise. "I'll **** you when I'm good and ready." John
replied, attaching himself to Moriarty's neck and sucking his pale skin hard.
Moriarty's hands were back in his hair, trying to pull him off but he simply
bit down harder and slammed his body against Jim's, crushing him against the
wall.
"Johnny."
Moriarty groaned, rolling his hips so their erections slid against each other,
even if it was through layers of fabric. "Come on already, **** me."
"Fine."
John sighed, dislodging from Jim's neck. He undid his own jeans, pushing them
down with his pants to free his erection. Then he gripped Jim's shoulders and
forced him down until he was kneeling in front of him.
"I
thought you were going to **** me." Jim pouted, gazing up at John.
"Do you
have lubricant because I certainly don't?"
"No."
"Then you
better get my cock nice and wet or you get nothing." John snapped, fisting
his hand into Jim's hair and shoving him towards John's prick. Jim grinned at
him for a moment and then moved closer, licking the underside of John's cock
starting at the base. He was going slowly, so slowly that John wondered if he
was ever going to reach the tip.
Jim did the
same with the sides and the top, going tantalizingly slow and John was biting
on his lips to keep from making too much noise. He was shivering in
anticipation and just wanted mouth surrounding his cock. He rolled his hips
forward to communicate what he wanted. Jim kept teasing him with his tongue,
swirling it around the head of his cock but not taking it into his mouth. John
was growling in frustration and was ready to pull Moriarty up and just **** him
when finally Jim took him into his mouth, sucking hard on the end of his cock


while his vision went blurry.
He worked John's
prick just as slowly, keeping his eyes fixated on John's, which was both
unnerving and unbelievably hot. His long pulls had just the right hint of teeth
and his tongue continued working against the underside.
"Get
off." John snarled when he was much too close to coming. Jim was smiling
triumphantly as he rose to his feet. John pulled down Jim's jeans and underwear
enough that his ass was bare and his cock was out. He hoisted Jim up against
the wall and the criminal seemed to get the idea. He wrapped his legs around
John's middle, throwing one arm around John's neck the other hand holding on to
a brick that was jutting out over his head.
John didn't
bother being nice, he figured Moriarty didn't really deserve it. Instead he
felt his cock pressed against Jim's entrance and shoved himself in with one go.
Jim cried out in a mix of pleasure-pain and clung to John a bit tighter. John
rammed into him relentlessly as Jim gasped, pinned against the wall with
nowhere to go and no other option than to take John's cock as fast and as hard
as John wanted.
This didn't
seem to deter Jim at all. He tilted his hips up so John would hit his prostate.
John wasn't surprised Moriarty liked it a bit rough although he was shocked
with how much he was enjoying it. He had always considered himself a gentle and
considerate lover. He'd never ****ed anyone like this before. He was drunk on
the power of it and the sight of Moriarty somewhat helpless above him, needing
his cock and taking what John gave him without complaint.
Moriarty was
so tight and John was slamming into him so fast that he knew this wouldn't last
long. Then again they were in a dirty alley where anyone could walk by and see
them. He didn't really want to extend the process. Jim was making all kinds of
noise that was certain to attract attention if they didn't finish this soon.
John lifted
Jim's shirt to reveal one of his tiny pink nipples. John sucked it into his
mouth and bit at it. Jim seemed overly sensitive there because he jumped from
the sensation. John continued to suck on it, eliciting a loud moan. Moriarty's
cock was trapped between them and so far neither of them had paid it any
attention. Jim couldn't let go of the wall or John without risking a fall and
John couldn't let go without dropping him. That's why it came as quite a shock
when Moriarty threw his head back and came, spilling himself all over John's
shirt.
Moriarty's
body clenched around John's cock as he continued to thrust into him. He was so
close and Jim was so tight and hot. Moriarty looked ready to drop so it was
good that it didn't take John long to finish. With a few final thrusts, he
came, biting down on the nipple still in his mouth and making Moriarty shriek
in pain.
John rode out
the end of his orgasm, emptying himself inside the criminal mastermind. When he


was finished, he slowly dropped Jim down and leaned against him to make sure he
didn't collapse and also to prop himself up. For a moment they panted into to
each other's ears, trying to get their breath back.
John broke
away first, pulled up his trousers and fastened them quickly. He looked around
for a moment but it seemed that no one had caught them, which he was thankful
for. He looked down at the sticky mess of Moriarty's come all over him and
sighed. He slipped out of his jacket, pulled off his jumper, walked over and
tossed it into the skip behind the pub. He put his jacket back on and shivered
from the loss of a layer. Jim was still leaning against the wall, looking
somewhat dazed. John bit his lip to keep from laughing. "Well, thanks for
that." John shrugged, not sure what to do now. He gave Moriarty a quick
kiss on the lips before shoving his hands in his jacket pockets and heading
home.
XXXX
Jim, unable to
remain on his feet, slid down the wall and sat on the floor. He hissed in pain
as he put pressure on his slightly worse for wear hole. He raked his hand
through his hair, trying to gain some composure. What the **** had that been?
It was like getting caught in a John Watson tornado and Jim could only hold on
and ride it out.
Jim could feel
John's come leaking out of his hole and Christ his cock was still out. It took
a few tries but he finally got to his feet, pulling up his jeans and closing
them. He leaned against the wall, his legs shaking beneath him. Well, wasn't
John Watson just full of surprises? It was no wonder Sherlock liked having him
around. When Jim had finally caught his breath and was able to move, he left
the alley and called a car to come pick him up.
The moment he
arrived home, he went and hacked into the pentagon to see what the silly
Americans were up to. It was hardly a distraction and images of John Watson,
just bare enough to **** Jim senseless kept dancing into his head. He messed up
a secret project just for fun and then retired to his room. He stripped naked
in front of his full-length mirror and inspected the damage.
The first
thing he noticed was the large purple mark on his neck. His hair was messily
tousled and his lips were still red. He had scratch marks on his back from
where the bricks had dug into his skin. There was some dried semen on the back
of his thigh from where more had spilled out of his hole. He'd have to take a
shower and clean himself up.
As
he glanced at the debauched mess of a man, there seemed to be nothing left of
the hardened criminal Moriarty, there was just Jim who liked it rough and dirty
in alleyways. For some reason, he found himself liking this version. He was
calmer than he had been in months and he knew he'd finally get a good night's
sleep. He grinned at his reflection before turning away and heading towards the
shower. He was focused on one very clear goal as the steaming water poured over
his abused body; he needed John Watson to **** him again.


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