Once in the car, Sherlock sent John a text...
What is it you are doing now? - SH
Sherlock couldn't go straight home just yet, he still needed to talk to Lestrade and see if he would help with the wedding. That's until John sent him a particularly graphic picture that heated his body and threatened to shut his mind down.
Now, that's not very fair John. I am not there to enjoy that with you. - SH
hurry up Sherlock...just, hurry – JHW
Shaking his head, brunette curls bouncing, Sherlock watched the scenery go by as they headed to the Yard. When his phone rang he answered without looking. "Holmes here..." He paused at the sound of the breathless voice on the other end. "John? John are you alright?"
"No I'm not bloody alright, just where the hell are you Sherlock? If you're not coming home..."
"No, no John I am, I just have one more stop then I will be back at the flat, I swear it." He could hear the underlying need in his bloggers voice and almost had the driver take him straight to 221B Baker St. Shaking his head, he tried to focus on the task at hand. "I will be there shortly John, please just give me a few more minutes."
"You have 45 minutes Sherlock, 45 bloody minutes and if you're not here in that time I am starting without you."
Sherlock froze, he knew John would if he wasn't there. Had threatened to do it and had gone through with his threat, much to Sherlock's chargain. "I will be there John, I swear 30 minutes or less, I will be there." He wasn't trying to waste John's off day dealing with anything else. Once he left the yard he was going home. Foot tapping impatiently, he silently demanded that the driver go faster. By the time he made it to New Scotland Yard he had twenty minutes left. Making sure the driver didn't leave, Sherlock left the car in a rush to find Lestrade and get home to John.
"Sherlock, I'm on my way out. You should have gotten here sooner."
Lestrade was irritated if the look on his face was anything to go by. "I know, I had to stop and see Mycroft first. I won't stay long, I was just going to ask for your help with planning the wedding. If...if you and Mycroft don't mind. I don't want to ruin this day for John." He kept looking at his phone. John had started sending him picture messages again and he was now in an even bigger hurry to get back home.
"Well of course you know we won't mind Sherlock. Look, you two give us a ring and we can all sit down and discuss what it is you're wanting to do." Greg walked to the main door and waited as the tall brunette stopped beside him.
"Thank you Lestrade, you are a very good friend to both John and myself." He nodded to Greg then took off down the steps, sending another series of texts. He needed to get home now and it might take longer than the allotted fifteen he had.
"Sherlock hang on, I'll ride with you. Reginald can just take me to the house as well as the car."
Sherlock looked back at the graying detective, then nodded his head. He dialed John's cell to explain why it was taking him so long. The phone rang then went to voice mail. Sherlock paused, then dialed John's number again only to get the same results. Frowning, Sherlock sent him a text, hoping for a reply.
Leaving New Scotland Yard now. Lestrade is with me, looks like he is taking the rest of the day off to be with Mycroft. Please do not start without me John. I swear to you I am on my way. - SH
Sherlock waited for a response and when he didn't receive one he tried to control the small out pouring of fear that slowly wound its way through his system. He looked up at Lestrade and debated on telling him he couldn't reach John, until his phone rang. Looking down he saw on the caller ID it was his blogger. "John? John are you alright? Why didn't you answer my calls or text?" He couldn't help the worry he was feeling, something he was becoming familiar with when it came to his fiancee.
"I fell asleep Sherlock, I got your message that's why I called back. Tell Greg I said hello and that you bloody well better hurry the fuck up! I'll give you this one because he is with you but next time..." The yawn could be heard clearly on the other end as could the movement of the sheets.
Sherlock couldn't focus, the only things going through his mind were the fact that John had just woken up, was still in bed, naked, and he wasn't upset. "We are turning on Baker Street now John. I will be there shortly." He glanced at Lestrade who seemed caught up in his phone. "Are you...you didn't, without me...did you John?" For all his condescending attitude and aloof air, he could never maintain the facade when it came to John. He waited impatiently for the car to pull up to the front door of the flat.
"No, not yet...but god, Sherlock if you don't...I-I need you, please." John groaned softly, causing Sherlock to hold the phone tighter. He knew what John was doing, what that particular groan meant.
When the car finally stopped, he waved to Greg, rushed out of the car and into the flat. Climbing the stairs two at a time, he threw open the door to their bedroom. Shrugging out of his long coat, he dropped it on the floor as he made his way over to the bed. "John?" He called out softly. His eyes were riveted to the bed, looking for any sign of movement.
"Sherlock? You finally made it?" The voice, although rough with sleep and still groggy, was filled with lust and love. John rolled to his side, pulling the covers back as he did. Blinking up at the tall brunette he smiled, "Well, love come to bed. I have the whole day to spend with you and if you don't mind, I'd like to start off here in the bedroom then move on from there..." He drifted off as he watched Sherlock undress. Revealing inch after glorious inch of pale skin, stretched taught over rippling muscles. "God, Sherlock you are just...what did I do for you to love me?" John asked reverently, his eyes never leaving Sherlock's.
Sherlock undressed as fast as possible while still trying to keep John's attention. He knew the blond liked to watch him undress and he was never one to disappoint John..."You were just being you John and I love you for that. For loving me."
John shifted on the bed to get a better view of Sherlock. "Hurry up love, I've been waiting a while for you to get back." The voice was deeper, breathless as he waited for the tall, pale man to join him in the bed. When Sherlock finally slid under the covers, John pressed himself as close to him as possible, moaning at the contact. "You smell like outdoors, " He sniffed Sherlock's neck then leaned closer to taste the skin there. He couldn't help the smile that curved his lips at Sherlock's soft groan. Sliding a tan leg over the pale hip, John pressed closer and couldn't hold back the gasp that left him as his erection slid deliciously against Sherlock's. "Fuck, Sherlock," He pressed his hips closer as he felt the brunette's hand wrap around them both.
"John, is...is this enough...for now?" He'd let the images in his head take over and he was to close to the edge to wait for anything else. Feeling the way John pressed up against him he guessed the feeling was the same. Wrapping a hand around them both, he slid it up then down, panting softly as he tried not to come to soon.
"Sherlock...just...y-you have t-to..." John couldn't get the words out. He'd been dreaming about Sherlock all morning, waking up off and on to answer texts or calls from him. He had been surprised to find him gone and had felt slightly put out at the fact. Now that he was here, all he could think to do was move his hips in time to the stroking hand wrapped around them. He could feel his body heating as he let the sensations flow through him. He wrapped his arms around Sherlock and held on. Pressing his face against the crook of his neck, he moaned. "S-Sherlock...I don't...I'm not going to..." John moved his hips faster, in time with the ones pressed against his.
Sherlock tightened his hand around them as they both moved against each other urgently. John had been teasing him all morning with the pictures and he wanted to hear the other man come, to feel him as he fell apart and then slowly came back to himself with Sherlock's help. He felt the shiver that ran through the tan body, slid a hand over the leg slung over his hip. Sliding along the muscled limb, he rubbed and massaged as John's hips picked up their pace. His breathing had turned harsh and Sherlock was trying his best to wait until John had cum before he let himself go as well. Sliding a hand over the tan hip pressing against his urgently, he squeezed one of the blond's firm, round cheeks. Sliding a hand between them, he slid a single finger down, searching...and was rewarded with a sharp jerk and John's entire body going taught.
Panting with the effort to wait, John jerked as he felt Sherlock press a finger against his hole, his body going stiff with the sensation. "Jesus, Sherlock...I-I n-need you t-to...please..." He was rambling, he was sure of it but he couldn't help it. He wanted to cum, to take the edge off of the lust thrumming through his body. When Sherlock slid the finger slowly inside him, John whimpered. He held Sherlock closer to him and thrust up harder, his stomach tightening with the start of his orgasm. He wanted to tell Sherlock how he felt, to tell him he loved him but couldn't get the words out. He hitched his leg higher over Sherlock's hip as a second finger was added, stroking slowly as his hand flexed around them both, forcing John to wait as he was slowly taken apart by his pale detective. Gasping he moved his hips urgently, "Sherlock, please." He was on the edge, he could feel it and when Sherlock hit that bundle of nerves he was more than willing to cum. Jerking his hips against Sherlock's, he felt his stomach tighten again and his hands slid up into Sherlock's hair, pulling his head down to his for a kiss. Moaning against the plush, pink mouth John jerked as Sherlock hit that bundle of nerves again, his stroking fingers curving up further into him. Pulling back from the mouth devouring his, John groaned. He was harder than he could have thought possible, his body demanding release. Shivering against the pale body pressed against his, he gasped out brokenly, "S-Sherlock pl-please."
Answering the plea, Sherlock moved his hand down then up, twisting at the tip as he used two fingers to stroke against John's prostrate. He silently thanked whomever was listening as he moved his fingers in and out of the blond faster, making sure to curve them up and rub that bundle of nerves. He could feel his orgasm beginning. The tingling in his toes spreading through out his body. "John," He gasped as his hips thrust against the tan ones moving urgently against his. He could feel John's orgasm, leaned in and as he kissed him, he could taste the orgasm sliding through the body next to his. When he felt John stiffen, he let out a soft breath. Squeezing his hand around them, Sherlock arched back and moaned John's name. He tried to wait, had wanted the blond doctor to get his before he did but wasn't sure if he had succeeded until John's hips jerked forward erratically and he went stiff as he came with a soft groan and Sherlock's name falling from his lips. Sherlock followed close behind as he sighed John's name, both shaking against each other. "I love you John." Sherlock managed to whisper, before his mind went completely blank.
"Love you too, Sherlock, God I love you too." John panted against his neck as he held onto the pale brunette, he moaned weakly as he felt the long, pale fingers slide out of him. He sighed in pleasure as his body started to relax and they shared a few lazy, post sex kisses. John tried to hide the yawn but knew he hadn't been successful. He smiled up at Sherlock, his eye lids drooping as he tried to stay awake.
Sherlock had gone to the bathroom to get a towel and cleaned them both when he returned. He pulled the smaller man closer to him as he smiled up at him, love shining in the brilliant blue eyes. "Go to sleep John, we have all day together." Holding John tight, he let himself fall into the arms of slumber alongside his partner, a small smile curving his lips as he silently thanked whomever he needed to for the wonderful gift that was Dr. John H. Watson.