Chapter 1
Disclaimer: I don't own Sherlock or anything!
Author's note: Hello! Welcome! This is the sequel of 'to be so young and in love' and I strongly suggest you read that first if you are new to this. I hope you all enjoy this! I can't wait to write it!
Summary: Husbands, John and Sherlock, start their University courses and life together in London.
Warnings: Explicit content-no winky face warning this time-sorry, though if you want to discuss that with me that's okay.
Relationship: John and Sherlock-their married surname is 'Watson-Holmes'.
John and Sherlock started decorating their University dorm the day they got in, they covered everything in old sheets they had brought and got the cans of paints they had bought the week before out and ready. They were painting three walls light blue and the wall where their headboard was against was a dark blue. They had rollers and masking tape and everything they needed and they got to work. It took so long, but by twelve o'clock in the afternoon and three hours hard work they had done all the painting.
John lay on the old sheets they had laid out, exhausted. Sherlock got a drip of paint on his finger and then leant down and swiped it on John's nose.
John looked up and giggled.
Sherlock kissed him languidly and happily and when he pulled away John burst into a fit of laughter.
"What?" Sherlock asked.
"You have paint on your face." John giggled.
Sherlock huffed but couldn't help but chuckle at the happy expression that graced John's features. He had landed himself in the paint debacle with splodging some on John's nose and going in for a kiss straight forward. For a genius, sometimes he wasn't so smart, though in his defence, when he wanted to kiss John everything but John didn't matter.
They got up and washed it off before it dried and soon their faces were paint free.
They decided to get on with the work they had to do so they could relax as soon as possible. They put in the bathroom their own loo roll, soap, shampoo, conditioners, razors, cream, extra lube and things like ibuprophen and plasters.
Then they put the old sheets in the bin and started unpacking their stuff, their school equipment went in desk draws, in their bedside tables they put some lube, books and other random things they might need.
They put their clothes in the wardrobes and John got a hammer and hooks out from their tool box to put pictures up on the walls. They had a picture of them with their siblings, their parents, and a picture of them on their wedding day that went on the walls, not many pictures but some. Once that was done John put the hammer and any other decorating equipment in the coat cupboard and he loaded their shoes and coats and cleaning equipment in the cupboard too.
They had bought the curtains from their own old bedroom which were blue with a pattern in them. Together they managed to put them up.
Then they stood back and admired their work, the room was decorated and they could settle in properly to what would be their home for a few years.
"It's two; do you want to go to the canteen for some lunch?" John asked.
"Yes. Open a window to let the paint smell get out, will you please?" Sherlock said.
John opened the window and said "Off we go, then!"
They walked through the corridors, it was still busy with people finding their way around and greeting each other, so they walked in single file through the corridors and soon found the canteen which was half-full with people, it was loud with chatter.
"I really like it here." John said when they sat down, a tray of lunch each, and tucked in.
"Me too." Sherlock nodded "We have this weekend and then we start our courses, is there anything you want to do over those days?" he asked.
"Nothing in particular, just settle in and spend time with you. What about you?" John asked, his ankle twined with Sherlock's.
"Hmm… maybe we can go out on Saturday night." Sherlock suggested "On a date?"
John smiled and it warmed Sherlock's heart "I'd like that." He couldn't stop smiling.
They returned to their room and were yet to meet any new people but they were sure they would soon enough.
John turned the heating on and stepped into the shower while Sherlock sat at the desk reading.
As the room dimmed Sherlock shut the curtains and put their bedside lamps on.
John poked his head out of the bathroom door "Love, do you know where the towels are?"
"Oh, I put them in the wardrobe." Sherlock said.
"Can you get one for me?" John asked.
"Oh, I wanted to see you walk around naked." Sherlock pouted and John chuckled.
Sherlock got up and got him a towel anyway. He went into the bathroom and wrapped the towel around his husband and kissed his cheek "Mmm, you smell nice." He buried his face in his neck and inhaled through his nose.
"You smell like paint." John said with a grin and leant forward into Sherlock's chest "Now, give us a kiss and let me get into my pyjamas, I'm knackered from all this decorating."
Sherlock kissed John languidly, their tongues danced and they both felt that tingle they loved. John's towel fell but he didn't care, he just had more moving room and he tangled his fingers in Sherlock's hair while Sherlock ran his hands over John's back contently.
"Mm-come on, let me dry myself off, you go read that book, it looked interesting." John pulled back.
Sherlock left John be to get ready for the night. When he saw John climb into bed he put his book down and went for a quick shower. Half an hour later he climbed into bed himself where John was fast asleep and he snuggled his head into John's side. John wrapped an arm around Sherlock and Sherlock smiled happily, feeling safe in this new bedroom and new place now he was in the arms of his husband.
"Love you, Sherlock." John mumbled, barely awake but determined to say so.
"I love you too, John." Sherlock said and they both fell asleep.