john laughed as he walked in, seeing male strippers instead of females. "why the hell are we here?" he asked his friend with a grin.

greg patted him on the shoulder. "it's your stag night! and don't think i don't know that you fancy men too!"

john laughed a bit. "get me a lap dance here too?" he asked his friend.

greg nodded. "you know it." he said and handed john a room key. "go get it. we'll be out here." he said with a smirk, pushing john away from the group.

john laughed and shook his head, walking towards the back rooms. he went to the door number that was on the key and unlocked it, walking in. there was no one it there yet, so he just took a seat on the sofa that was placed against the wall. he looked around and thought about a man giving him a lap dance. he's actually thought about it alot, and every time he got a hard on. he soon felt his pants growing tighter and shifted uncomfortabley, trying to settle the aching feeling growing in his pants. out of all the clubs tonught, john was deffiently going to have to wank himself in the loo.

the door opened and there stood a man in a lose crop top and a pair of spandex. john's eyes travled up the pale body and met with the blue ones of the man in front of him. the man's lips curled into a smirk as he closed the door, walking over to john. he leaned down and placed his hands on john's knees, pushing them apart and chuckling at the tent in john's trousers.

"thought about this, haven't we?" the baritone voice asked as he stradled john, rubbing his fingers over his hips.

john nodded, whimpering a bit. "what's your name?" john asked as he looked up at the male on top of him.

"sherlock." the man replied, giving his hips a felxible roll. "they call me the detective." he said seductively, placing his hands on the broad shoulders.

john moaned softly, clawing at the cushions and sherlock just laughed at him.

"you know," sherlock hummed, trailing a finger to john's crotch, "i normally charge extra for this, but i think you can have a special." he smirked and slipped his hands in between john's thighs, rubbing his hard on as he lowered himself to his knees.

john let out a low moan and relaxed against the couch, his hips rising into the touch. he though about his soon to be wife, but that quickly faded when sherlock tugged down john's jeans and mouthed him through his pants. "shit." john hissed, looking down at the brunete.

sherlock grinned and tugged on john's pants, pulling them down until his cock sprang free. sherlock hummed and licked a strip up the aching memeber, collecting every bead of pre come before taking the head of john's cock in his mouth, sucking on it.

"christ..." john muttered as he licked his lips, gripping sherlock's hair a bit as he tilted his head back. there was a seconded where the warmth was gone, but then it quickly came back, engulfing the doctor's entire cock. "holy fuck!" john gasped, gripping onto the curls tighter, his hips shooting up.

sherlock gagged a bit, but stayed down for a few more seconds before pulling off. he wrapped his hand around the now slick cock and pumped it, watching the doctor's reactions.

john felt the warm feeling in his abdomen and instantly thought about mary. he pushed sherlock off him then stood up, pulling his pants and jeans back on. "i-i can't." john said as he took out his wallet. "sorry." he muttered and held out some bills for sherlock to take.

sherlock smirked and stood up. he tried to gain eye contact with the blond, but he refused to look up. "so it's your stag night then?" he asked. "you've been to a few other clubs, but they all had women. i can smell their cheap perfume on you." sherlock said as he got closer. "you don't really love your future wife. do you?" sherlock asked.

"take it." john gritted through his teeth, shoving the money into sherlock's chest.

"you want this, john." sherlock said as he pushed john's hand away. "you want me on my knees, sucking your cock. i bet you even want to fuck me. huh?"

john glanced at him before turning around completely, his breathing getting quicker.

"come on, john." sherlock whispered teasingly into the blond's ear. "i know you want me, not your wife." he whispered again, kissing the man's neck.

john groaned slightlyand dropped his wallet along with the cash, pushing sherlock up against the wall, kissing him deeply. "you're such a cock sometimes." he growled, biting and nipping at the pale man's neck, leaving his marks. "you know i can't stand when you tease." he said and rolled his hips against the man, getting a small noise from him. "this is the stupidest agreement ever." he said as he pushed the crop top up, kissing one of the sensetive pink buds.

sherlock gasped and held onto john. "it's your fault for coming in that one night."

"my fault?" john asked as he pulled sherlock off the wall, pushing him to the couch until they both landed on it.

sherlock nodded and whimpered as john grinded down on him. "y-you came in and fucked me so good."

john grinned, remembering that night so clearly. "i did, didn't i?" he asked, pulling down sherlock's spandex.

sherlock nodded and watched the blond reach for the box of condom's and lube. he touched himself to release the friction as john preped himself.

"this is so fucked up." john muttered as he thrusted into sherlock, earning a loud moan from the man underneath him. "i'm getting married tomorrow and here i am, fucking you." he groaned and started create a rhythm.

soon they were both moaning messes. the room was filled with the sounds of sherlock's begging voice and the sound of skin slapping skin. john knew it was wrong, but he didn't stop. he didn't want to stop. sherlock was so much better. so much better than mary and maybe it was because he was a stripper, but his ass belonged to john.

the doctor thrusted hard and deep into the detective, causing him to cry tears of pleasure, coming so hard and quick, that there was barely anytime before john came into the condom. he gave a few more pleasure thrusts before pulling out of sherlock and taking the condom off, discarding it.

"we can't do this any more." john pated as he tucked himself back into his pants.

sherlock sighed heavily and turned his head to look at john as he stayed laying on the couch. "you said that last time."

"i know i did, but i mean it this time." he said and picked up his wallet along with the bills. "i'm getting married tomorrow." he said and set the bills on sherlock's chest.

"it won't work. you know that." sherlock said and kept his focus on john, not worrying about the money.

john sighed. "it doesn't hurt to try." he said with a shrug.

"well, if it doesn't work out, come back and i'll see what i can do." sherlock said and gave johm a small smile.

"i will." john said and waved at sherlock before walking out of the room. he walked back out to the bar and found the table where greg and them were sitting. he sat down and flagged a waiter down, ordering a round of shots.

he really did hope his marriage wouldn't work out.