Chapter 2

At the fourth site they visited, the debris had not only been cleared away, but also disposed of and after a brief round of verbal abuse of the people responsible, Sherlock decided that he had enough data to get to work.
"Besides," he remarked, pinching John's bum, "my jaw is beginning to ache from all that gum. Let's head home."

John gave him a look, but couldn't help feeling chuffed. One round of hauling stones less, and the car rides had almost made it worth it anyway.

When they got out at Baker Street, Sherlock told the driver to inform Mycroft that he would be expecting all relevant information on the sites of vandalism and then turned to John.
"Do you want to go up and snuggle on the sofa or should we go out for dinner?"

John smiled. "As tempting as snuggling sounds, I'm afraid we don't have much food in. Unless you were planning to eat that dog."

Sherlock snorted. "And you call me crazy." He took John's hand in his. "What do you feel like tonight? Italian? Chinese?"

"Indian?" John asked.

Sherlock nodded. "Sounds good." He gave John a quick kiss and then led him down the street.

...

"Are you actually going to eat?" John asked while they sat down in the small restaurant.

Sherlock nodded. "All that chewing has stimulated the production of stomach acid. It needs something to work on." He chuckled. "Well, something more..."

John raised an eyebrow, but looked amused as he took the menu. "Mycroft will wonder what is wrong with his cameras, blacking out every time we are in his car," he giggled.

Sherlock chuckled. "I suspect a quick examination of the 'faulty' camera will reveal a strong scent of spearmint. I'm confident he'll figure it out. Maybe it will even teach him to knock in the future." He scanned the menu then suddenly laughed. "Speaking of spearmint, I'm afraid that taste will be having a quite unusual effect on me from now on."

John laughed. "Maybe we should order some mint-filled naan bread with our meal."

"Oy," Sherlock grinned. "Don't make me get under the table. I don't want you completely spent before I can get you home."

John grinned back at him. "I thought you had to think about the case once we got home."

Sherlock shrugged. "I can't get any further until Mycroft has the files sent over. Let's hope he's not that efficient for once. Besides, the vandalisms have occurred with precisely seventy two hours between, so there is plenty of time before the next incident."

John smirked. "Good. So we don't need to rush our dinner."

They ordered their food and John relaxed in his chair.

...

As soon as they were back at Baker Street, Sherlock led John to the sofa and pulled him down to lie on top of him. "Finally I can enjoy you without having to keep track of how much time we have depending on the route and traffic. All that stuff really is most distracting." He kissed John deeply.

John chuckled and greedily answered his kiss.

Sherlock had just gotten his hand down John's pants, when there was a loud knock on the door.

John groaned and rested his head back with a sigh. "Not again."

Sherlock sighed and freed himself from John. He went over and opened the door, perhaps a bit more aggressively than needed. The young courier was so startled that he almost jumped back. He stared at Sherlock for a second and then, wordlessly, handed him several large envelopes, before bolting.
Sherlock frowned. Then he looked down and chuckled as he realised that John had not only managed to unbutton his shirt but his trousers as well. Still grinning, he carried the envelopes to the table.
"I'm sorry, love," he said as he opened the first one. "It looks like we will have to postpone. Could you make some tea?"

"Yeah." John was already pulling his trousers back up, knowing that there wasn't much chance they'd postpone the files instead. "Make yourself decent again though."

"Sure." Sherlock nodded as he began skimming through the pages.

John shook his head and thought to himself that Sherlock would at least notice if in the end he couldn't resist having his hands all over him, with all that beauty half-naked. He went to the kitchen to get some tea.

Sherlock was soon on to the second envelope, discarding all irrelevant data.

...

After a few hours, John came out of the bathroom in his pyjamas and sat down next to Sherlock. "Interesting?" he asked.

Sherlock smiled. "Very," he said. "It's Portland stone. The missing stones from each of the sites all come from the same quarry in Dorset. I have no idea why anyone would want to 'collect' these stones, but that has got to be the connection."

"Hmm." John leaned his head against Sherlock's arm. "You're not planning to go to Dorset right now, are you?"

Sherlock chuckled. "Don't worry. I already checked the quarry and surrounding area. There have been no unusual incidents. Those doing this seem to be only interested in stones used in buildings, and apparently only specific stones. But we will need to figure out if it is limited to London, and which buildings may be potential targets."

"Will you come to bed first?" John asked.

Sherlock considered for a moment. "I take it you are too tired to start researching buildings containing Portland stone?"

"Honestly? I am, and I think my shoulder will appreciate lying down for a while," John answered.

Sherlock got to his feet and wrapped his arms around John. "Then how about I see if I can loosen it up a bit and then we go to bed? Some aspect of this case tells me there is no need to hurry."

John smiled up at him. "I'm grateful to that aspect."

"I'm sure he'll appreciate that," Sherlock said as he stood upright again and began massaging John's shoulder gently.

"He?" John asked, a little confused, suppressing a contented hum and tilting his head to give Sherlock more room to work.

"Mycroft," Sherlock said chuckling. "He would have been even more annoying if it was urgent."

"Oh. But in that case, the fact that he walked in on us counter-balances being grateful," John said with a grin.

Sherlock chuckled. "Indeed," he said, as he continued to work John's shoulder gently with his fingers.

"I love your fingers," John mumbled, feeling relaxed under Sherlock's touch.

Sherlock smiled. His hands began moving more slowly and then he reached down and unbuttoned John's pyjamas. He pushed the fabric out of the way and let his hands slide over his shoulders and back, not really massaging anymore.

John sighed and closed his eyes, enjoying his touch.

Sherlock continued, slowly moving around to John's chest. He leaned down so he could kiss his neck. "I love you," he whispered, his lips brushing John's skin.

John turned towards him to meet his lips. "Let's go to bed."

Sherlock nodded and stepped back to let John get to his feet.

...

Once in the bedroom, John gently took off Sherlock's unbuttoned shirt to kiss the smooth skin beneath. Sherlock closed his eyes and enjoyed John's touch.

John dragged Sherlock's trousers down and then pushed him on the bed.

Sherlock smiled at John. "This time," he said. "There'd better not be any interruptions."

John didn't answer, but threw Sherlock's trousers and socks on the floor. Then he straddled his hips and kissed him deeply.

Sherlock let his hands slide down John's back and then grabbed his arse.

John moaned into the kiss and pressed his hips down against Sherlock's.

"What do you want?" Sherlock muttered. "How do you want me?"

"In me," John breathed against his lips.

Sherlock nodded. Holding on to John's hips, he flipped them over so he was on top.

John grunted and pulled him close, locking their mouths together again.

Sherlock raised himself up, enough to get his pants off. Then he looked down at John. "Those pyjamas have really got to go," he said teasingly. He kissed his way down John's chest, moving down his body and pulling his pyjama bottoms and pants along as he went. As he kissed John's stomach, he was able to get them off him and then he paused, his lips hovering less than an inch from John's cock. Then he chuckled. "I think we got enough of that in the car," he said teasingly as he looked up at John.

"Yeah, come here," John said with breathless urgency, putting a hand on Sherlock's shoulder to make him return to his mouth.

Sherlock moved up so he could kiss John. He settled between his legs and slowly began pushing into him. John moaned and clung on to Sherlock's shoulders. Sherlock paused when he was halfway in. Then he began moving in small thrusts, going a little deeper each time. John gasped and broke the kiss, encouragingly stroking Sherlock's back.

Sherlock took his time. When he was finally as deep as he could go, he let out a low groan. "You feel amazing," he muttered.

John sighed in pleasure. "You too. Move. Please."

"Of course, love." He kissed John and then began rolling his hips slowly, but in a way so he slid almost completely out before pushing back in.

John groaned and his eyes rolled back. "Sherlock..."

Sherlock pressed his lips to John's again and kept moving.

Moaning, John rolled his hips to meet his thrusts, his cock trapped between their bodies.

Sherlock kept up the same pace as he let his hands travel up and down John's sides and thighs. "You have the softest skin," he murmured.

John whimpered. "I'm so fucking close already," he said, biting his lip to make himself last just a little longer.

Sherlock leaned down to suck gently on his neck as he began moving faster.

John gasped and wrapped his arms around Sherlock's back, soon letting out a loud moan as he was coming.

Sherlock slowed down as John relaxed. "You look so fucking beautiful when you fall apart," he muttered, not taking his eyes off John.

John sighed and pulled him in for another kiss. "I love you so much," he mumbled.

"I love you too," Sherlock said and then began thrusting faster and harder.

"Yes, come on, love," John whispered between a few small sounds as he let Sherlock fuck him.

"You're so tight right now," Sherlock groaned. He pulled almost all the way out and then thrust in one final time. "John..." he cried out.

As Sherlock slumped on top of him, John kissed his shoulder and neck and stroked his hair. "It feels amazing when you come inside me," he said softly in his ear.

Sherlock nodded, chuckling breathlessly. "It feels amazing when you come around me," he gasped.

John smiled and nuzzled his neck.

Sherlock pulled out and rolled off him. "Want a shower or should I just bring you something to clean up with?" he muttered sleepily.

"Too lazy to shower," John answered. "Just hurry up to be back in my arms."

Sherlock laughed as he got off the bed and went to the bathroom. Five minutes later he was back, his hair damp. He handed John a wet cloth and a towel, before climbing into the bed. "Don't want you to wake up sticky," he said with a wink. "You never know what demands could be placed on you first thing in the morning."

John laughed sleepily and quickly cleaned up, so he could snuggle against Sherlock. "Sleep well, love."

"You too," Sherlock muttered as he wrapped an arm around John, pulling him closer.

John sighed happily and immediately dozed off.

Sherlock lay for a while, pondering the new case, but at some point he too fell asleep.