+2: Turn Me On - David Guetta - Nicki Minaj  [REQUEST]

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The pair of them loved to play games.

Now they were a couple and living together, they had many little new games. For example, they had an everlasting game of distracting one another.

If Sherlock was doing an experiment, Jim would be the ever lovely boyfriend he is and make noise and be generally irritating.

Similarly, if Jim was cooking them a meal then Sherlock would see how many pieces of food he could get Jim to burn by being a distraction with all his antics (His high-score was nine so far)

There were more playful games too, ones they played together rather than against each other. Often, they'd watch telly and point out all the flaws the characters or show had. After they'd finished with that, they'd plot elaborate ways the actors or characters could die or be killed. It was great fun for them.

Jim's absolutely favourite game of theirs, however, was when Sherlock was on a case that took a fair amount of time and needed his extreme focus.

Cases had always been a 'no sex' period of time, which didn't bother them greatly as neither were sex crazed men. Plus, Sherlock always made sure he wasn't constantly working. Their sex life was pretty great, actually.

Anyway. While Sherlock was working, Jim found it stupidly fun to try and seduce Sherlock.

He'd never actually managed to get Sherlock into bed while on a case and that just made him all the more determined.

Now, it had come to light that Sherlock had a case involving a banker's dead pregnant wife that was in fact an undercover spy or something.

Jim lost track of the details once he heard that the case was going to take a few days, maybe even a week.

He was far too busy brainstorming ways to get Sherlock in bed. He'd seduce Sherlock this time, for sure.

*

"Hey, Sherlock?" Jim asks, walking into their living room where Sherlock was hunched over a file. "Does this shirt look okay?"

Sherlock doesn't look up from the file, completely focused on the information before him. This was work Sherlock, not sexy time Sherlock. Jim smirks, hoping to change that with this trick.

He'd used it before but since the last time, he'd pretty much done away with his small stomach and in it's place was a forming four pack. Sherlock was fond of his little belly but Jim knew he'd appreciate this much more.

"Yeah" Sherlock answers, not looking up.

Jim pouts, jutting his bottom lip out in a way that usually made Sherlock bite his lip. The brown eyed man almost shivered at the thought.

"You didn't even look!" Jim protests.

If he had, he'd realise there was no shirt for him to give an opinion on.

"You look fine" Sherlock says, almost sighing as he reads the file.

"Still not looking, Sherlock..." Jim trails off, pout almost audible.

Sherlock huffs and Jim had to force himself to remain pouting. He knew that Sherlock was giving into his whine.

"Fine. You look--" There's a sharp intake of breathe as Sherlock finally lifts his head.

Jim still has an innocent look on his face, lips still all pouty, as he stands there in just a pair of tight black boxer shorts. Sherlock's favourite.

His newly formed (barely there, really) muscles were on display, within Sherlock's reach. Jim had to be very careful to not start smirking.

"Wow.." Sherlock finishes, eventually, swallowing as his eyes roam over Jim.

Jim slowly raises his hand, offering it and himself to Sherlock. In response and just as slowly, a smirk stretches over Sherlock's lips.

"Nice try, love, but I'm working" Sherlock lifts the file.

Growling to himself, Jim trails back into their bedroom to dress.

*

They were currently driving back from a crime scene. Jim had tagged along at Sherlock's request. He did that occasionally. He'd take Jim along and they'd both try to figure out the case. Jim knew how criminal's minds worked and that was useful to his boyfriend more often than not.

Jim still worked, obviously and if Sherlock was working on a case that was Moriarty's doing, Jim wouldn't breathe a word and if Sherlock stopped the operation so be it.

They somehow managed to keep work separate. It was just another part of their games.

Speaking of games, Jim was still trying to seduce Sherlock. The case with the banker was still going.

Jim's hand settles on Sherlock's knee as the detective talks about the case, simply thinking aloud. He doesn't stop when Jim's hand is on his knee. His voice does falter, however, when Jim starts to slide his hand higher.

"Stop it. I'm working" Sherlock snaps, pushing the other man's hand away.

Jim smirks, moving so he was sitting closer to Sherlock. Their thighs were pressed together now and Jim's breath was on Sherlock's neck as he leans in to whisper to the detective.

"I want you" Jim says, low and seductive.

Sherlock huffs. "Working, Jim. Aren't you getting bored of this game yet?"

Laughing, Jim shakes his head. "Nope"

His hand returns to Sherlock's thigh, trailing up and down. Sherlock turns his head and captures Jim's lips in a kiss. For a split second, Jim allows himself to smile victoriously. But then Sherlock pulls back, his own lips twisted up into a smirk.

"Not going to work, love"

Jim huffs and leans back in his seat. Sherlock chuckles at his boyfriend's childish behaviour before he resumes speaking about the case.

*

When Jim wakes to the sound of the shower running, he grins to himself and sheds the covers, not wasting a single second as he heads straight for the bathroom. He slides into the room without making a noise, being hit with the smell of Sherlock's spicy body wash immediately.

Jim approaches the shower, grin firmly in place. He didn't need to strip, both of them slept naked anyway. Not that Sherlock had come to bed last night, of bloody course.

He pulls the door open and steps into the shower, ignoring his dripping wet boyfriend's protests.

Sherlock is pulled into a kiss by Jim before the showed door had even finished swinging closed. Jim's hands go to Sherlock's hair, tugging and earning him a glorious groan.

He presses closer to Sherlock, aligning their hips. He doesn't move yet, hoping Sherlock would be the one to give in to what his body clearly wanted and roll his slim hips forward.

No such luck, of course.

Jim was about to make the move when Sherlock's hand gripped his hips and he turned them around, pushing Jim into the wall and separating their bodies.

Jim was given a mind-shattering, knee-weakening kiss before Sherlock smirks at him and leaves the shower without a word, wrapping a towel around himself and strolling into the bedroom.

Cursing, Jim sets to work on fixing his not so little problem.

*

Over the course of the next few days, Jim pulls all the trick's he can think of. Walking around naked. Dirty texts. Straddling the dear detective and kissing him like it was his air. He even resorted to begging (sexy begging, of course).

None of it worked. The worst Jim left Sherlock with was half an issue in his underwear. Jim had a fair few issues too.

Then, it happened.

Jim was simply hugging Sherlock and running his hands down his back and over his arse in a half hearted attempt to get into Sherlock's pants. He knew the case would soon be coming to a close.

Much to Jim's surprise, and utter delight, Sherlock placed the folder he was looking through on the coffee table and pulled him closer, assaulting his mouth with his teeth, tongue and lips all at once.

It didn't take long for them to stumble into the bedroom, where they spent the next three hours. Jim was on sparkling form, victorious.

By the end, Jim was panting heavily and had to take a fair few moments to regain his breath before he rolled onto his stomach and slid his arm over Sherlock's bare stomach, smirking at him like he'd won the trophy for best criminal of the year.

"I got you in bed, on a case..." Jim murmurs, pressing butterfly kisses to Sherlock's shoulder.

Sherlock chuckles, a dark chuckle that sends both chilling and excited shivers down Jim's spine. It was Sherlock's I'm-smarter/Tricked-you laugh. Jim knew it all too well. He hated it, because he hated losing. But he absolutely loved it, because he loved to see Sherlock humiliating people (even himself).

"What?" Jim asks, both curious and snappy.

Sherlock halts his laugh and gazes at Jim with a soft smile, bringing his hand to stroke the other's cheek.

"I solved the case this morning" He informs his boyfriend.

Jim frowns, shocked, and then he smirks. The game wasn't over.

"I'll get you" He laughs, full of dark promise.

"Mm..." Sherlock hums, clearly disagreeing but no less amused.

Jim leans in and kisses Sherlock again, promising himself he would get Sherlock in bed during a case in the near future. Or, at least, he'd try.