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It was a fun but gruelling 24 hours. There was something about puzzles and mysteries that always excited him and while they were more often than not fun, having someone next to him who could keep up, who could basically read his mind like an open book was stimulating.
What a thought. Letting someone peek behind his mask and carefully peel away the castle wall he had built up over the years.
This was new to him, this kind of company. Having someone on the same wavelength as him was an unknown feeling and he was sure he felt the same.
He was tired, yes but it had been some time since he let himself experience freedom. To let himself forget and focus on what was in front of him and who was beside him.
Oh how he wished he could throw his whole past away and restart anew.
But it was not meant to be. Not in this lifetime.
Walking next to Sherlock, in their quiet and contemplating silence was a blessing in disguise. William suspected Sherlock was letting him gather his thoughts, as he never knew the detective to be so silent for long when William was around him.
He staggered when he felt a drop of water land on his face, and stopped to look up at the night sky. He could vaguely see the outlines of the clouds above their heads, obscuring the stars that were normally visible during this time of the year.
He saw Sherlock reach into his pocket and light a cigarette. “I think we ought to find some shelter for the night.” William said when Sherlock made a face at the droplets that landed on his hand and cigarette. “It will rain soon and the last train has already left for London. There won’t be one till tomorrow morning.”
Sherlock nodded, “Right. Lead the way, Liam.”
The hotel William chose was down on the main street and it took approximately a five minutes walk to get there.
“Oh right, nearly forgot.” William turned towards the detective; Sherlock was beginning to take off the coat William lent to him the day before. He handed it to William, who appeared reluctant to take back his coat. “Thanks for the coat, by the way.”
“You’re welcome. Are you sure you won’t catch a cold?” The rain started to get heavier as they walked towards the hotel so William put it on immediately.
The coat smelled like Sherlock; tobacco and mint with that typical Alpha scent underneath.
Sherlock’s gaze was on him, “Nah, I’ll be fine. Moreover,” he flashed a smirk to William, “how come you have a technically bulletproof coat on you?”
William chuckled, “I think you know this already, but I was kidnapped a few months back in broad daylight. I’ve been taking precautions since then.”
“But a bulletproof coat?” Sherlock was smiling, his eyes bright even in the dead of night.
“I’m prepared for all possibilities.” William teased. “Ah, we’re here.”
They both stopped for a second before the hotel entrance. It was a fancy building, at least by Sherlock’s standards. The professor could feel the hesitation radiating from his partner. William hid an amused smile at Sherlock’s aversion.
“Uh Liam, I don’t know to tell you but I’m not sure I can afford this-”
William waved away his concern, “Don’t worry. I’ll be the one paying for the rooms.” He paused, thinking, “And maybe for some room service too.”
They made their way to the reception and booked two rooms next to each other on the second floor. After climbing their way up to their rooms, the two bid goodnight and retired.
Or so they thought.
Not five minutes had passed when there was a knock on William’s door.
William was anticipating this, was dreading this, but could not for the life of him deny himself and Sherlock right now. He made his way to the door in only a pair of trousers and a white undershirt. His heart was beating frantically, like this was something illicit, something shameful.
But it was not, it would never be because William wanted this so much after the day they had he thought he might lose his mind.
Though a tragedy at the end was awaiting them if they crossed this threshold.
We already crossed it. Might as well enjoy this while it lasts.
Forgive me Sherlock, for my selfishness.
The second he opened the door, Sherlock was on him. He shut the door, turned the lock and caged William in his arms, with his back to the now locked door. His face was close, impossibly so, and William could feel every breath Sherlock exhaled.
“Please tell me you want this too.”
There was the same desperation in his voice and William, for a split second thought he might make a game out of this and tease the detective, but gave up when he looked into Sherlock’s half-lidded, hungry eyes.
“Like nothing I’ve ever wanted.”
Gods above please, let me have this.
In an instant they were kissing, hungrily and fiercely. Sherlock’s hands were on him, and in return William’s hands were on Sherlock tugging him closer and closer and even closer. Sherlock broke the kiss to trail down on William’s neck, exposed now from its usual confinements. He pushed William to the wall, so much so William had to grab onto Sherlock as a purchase.
“Bed.” William managed to get out after Sherlock bit down on his ear, ripping a moan out of the blond man.
Sherlock hummed and proceeded to pick up William in a way he didn’t have to take his lips from his neck and dumped him onto the bed in the middle of the room, then quickly, without wasting a breath, climbed over him.
Arousal shot through William’s spine at the feeling of being manhandled so easily despite their height and build similarity.
Sherlock's hands were fast to unbutton his shirt, leaving William half-bare while Sherlock was still nearly fully clothed.
“You too.” Sherlock nodded and shed his jacket along with his shirt. He smirked when he saw William’s eyes rapidly moving over his chest, cataloguing everything.
“See what you like?” he teased.
William hummed, and put his hands on the plane of Sherlock’s chest. It was soft yet firm. “I do.”
“Good.” Sherlock dived down once again, kissing him on the lips before continuing his way down on his neck, “Because I like what I see too.”
“Good,” parried William.
Sherlock groaned into his throat when William’s hands brushed his nipples.
Then stilled.
The reaction was so sudden, it made William pause too with his ministrations. His first thought was that maybe he did something that Sherlock didn’t like, then realised where Sherlock’s face was currently when he felt him inhale a big breath in the junction of his neck.
Ah, looks like the cat is out of the bag. He thought nervously.
Sherlock slowly pushed himself up a bit, disbelieving azure eyes meeting challenging crimson ones.
There was a few seconds of awkward standoff as William saw the gears in Sherlock’s head turning, reevaluating everything he knew about William, every situation they had been in together.
With a pained voice he said, “I can’t believe you managed to keep this from me.” He then unceremoniously hid his face back into William’s neck.
William could hear the ‘I lost you won’ in his voice and pushed down the anxiety that suddenly flared up in him.
“You thought I was a beta.” It wasn’t an accusation, merely a statement of fact.
Sherlock groaned into his throat again, “You never give me any other indication.”
“The clues were there, scattered as they might have been and I simply didn’t want people to know.”
Sherlock looked up at that. “Why.”
A stupid question really, as they both knew the answer or in one case at least suspected it. William instead said this; “High ranking omegas are very sought after and oftentimes they are treated as no more than mere decorations. I could never do that to myself.” It was true, at least. Not the whole truth, but some of it. “Additionally, I always excelled in academics. I wanted to teach. And being a publicly known omega wouldn’t have helped my case. I’m fortunate to have two very understanding, supporting and protective brothers.”
“And the university never asked?”
“No, they simply assumed.”
“So you never corrected them on their mistake.”
“Precisely. It was a misunderstanding. One I was very happy and willing to cultivate.”
Sherlock nodded, and slowly leaned down to kiss William again. He stopped, just a hair’s breadth away to silently ask for permission again.
Something in William’s chest tightened at the care and kindness Sherlock was displaying towards him. For Sherlock, the situation changed and as such, strove to make sure William was still okay with proceeding further.
This man, William thought, is far too gentle and considerate.
William in answer craned his neck and kissed Sherlock fully and languidly on his lips.
“You know, this won’t change much for me,” Sherlock said as he broke the kiss. “I may have misunderstood the clues, but this does clear a bit of the picture for me.”
“The picture about me, you mean?” William smiled. He was a tad bit nervous about how Sherlock might perceive him after this and found himself glad the detective’s feelings were the same.
Whatever these feelings might be.
“Yupp. You’re a mystery for me to solve, mine and mine alone,” Sherlock said, daringly. Then shyly added; “If you’d let me, of course.”
William smirked, feeling as if he had to measure up to the dare, to their game; “My my, possessive, aren’t we?”
Sherlock’s eyes shined, “Only for you, Liam. Only for you,” and grinded down, their hips touching, making them both acutely aware of how aroused they both were.
William in retaliation to not lose the game, relaxed himself and let out a gush of his pheromones. He saw the exact moment Sherlock’s brain registered the act and his nose flared, with a positively hungry expression settling on his face.
“Oh you’re on.”
William laughed as Sherlock dove back in and he let himself bask in the presence of one Sherlock Holmes.
A delight he was so ready to indulge in with this man.