So sorry about the long wait. I've been busy with finals at school. New chapters coming soon.


The next morning John woke up with a small groan, causing the brunette to stir at the noise. Sherlock opened his eyes and smiled at the sight of John in his arms.

"Morning" he said, stifling a small yawn and he began to nuzzle further into John's shoulder.

"It hurts," John laughed quietly.

"What does?" he asked, moving to gaze at John.

"My arse" John laughed again.

Sherlock leaned over placing his lips against Watson's neck. "Sorry..." he hummed against his skin with a smile.

"No you aren't," John laughed.

Sherlock chuckled and placed a kiss.

"Breakfast?"

"Mmmm, yes. There's some pancake mix in the kitchen." He said with a smile and one more small yawn.

"Could you make me some?" John asked.

"Of course."

Sherlock gave him a quick kiss before sliding out of bed and heading toward the kitchen. He took out the necessary ingredients, briefly calling upon his mind palace to help him remember (he didn't often cook). Moments later, he stood cooking the first pancake in only his pants and a smile on his face.

John smiled and soon got up. He padded his way to the kitchen and smiled. "Oh my baby; making me food."

"Shut up" Sherlock joked, wrapping his arms around John and pulling him closer.

"Never," John grinned.

Sherlock went in for a kiss, only to be interrupted by the smell of smoke.

"Bloody hell!"

He turned off the stove top and threw away the burnt pancake. The brunette sat in one of the chairs located in the kitchen and sighed.

"Well, first one is always the worst" he said with a smile.

John laughed and kissed his forehead. "I love you."

"I love you too" he said while pulling John onto his lap.

"Can you kiss my arm?" John blushed.

"Which one? You do have two."he joked.

Sherlock gently lifted John's arm that was in the cast to his lips. He placed a kiss along its length before kissing his fingers, slipping one into his mouth.

John let out a small noise of need.

"You are rather sexy when you do that," John said. "And your mouth is amazing."

Sherlock smirked moving to kiss John's neck. John ran his fingers through Sherlock's hair.

"I love you."

John kissed him and stood up. "Back to work," he laughed. "I can't cook."

"Apparently neither can I" he laughed.

Carefully, Sherlock poured another serving of pancake mix into the pan. This one came out golden brown.

"Ta-da" he chuckled handing the plate to John.

John kissed his cheek and smiled. "Thank you."

"You're welcome, love" he smiled and made a few more.

John smiled as he watched him. "Did I tell you who did this?"

"No. You refused to tell me..." Sherlock turned off the stove and sat at the table next to John.

"Okay," John said. "Good. That means I can go home."

Sherlock raised an eyebrow. "Oh, you're leaving..." He put John's empty plate in the sink. "Why won't you tell me?" He added quietly.

"Not any time soon," John assured him. "I do need clothes to wear." He tapped the table. "It's embarrassing."

"Oh, good. I actually have a jumper you left here one time and you can borrow anything else."

John nodded. "Okay."

"I'll get it." Sherlock left and returned a moment later with clothes for John.

"My mum might actually miss me at some point." John sighed.

"Yes, I suppose so. I'll drive you home when you're ready." Sherlock smiled and sat back down.

"Okay;" John said.

He waited for John to finish getting ready before following him to the door, He paused before they left and pushed the blonde against the wall for a final kiss.

"So will you go out with me?" he asked with a smile and kissing him again.

John nodded, slipping in his tongue and pushing against him.

"Do you have to go?..." Sherlock whispered as he sucked on John's tongue.

John shook his head, his breath quickening. Sherlock pulled John toward the couch, not breaking the kiss. John grinned as he fell onto the couch with the other teen. Sherlock held him close, enjoying the feeling of John's weight on top of him. He nibbled the blonde's lower lip needily.

John pulled back,moaning quietly. "What did you have in mind?" He asked with a wicked grin.

"I think you owe me a blowjob" he smirked back at John, watching him hungrily.

"Oh I do?" John laughed. "Well I think I can do that."

Sherlock smiled and let out a groan. John's weight and movement causing a friction against the tent in his pants. John grinned and moved down his body slowly. He moaned louder, trying not to buck against John. John kissed his stomach before he started working in opening his trousers. He smiled and moved a hand into John's hair. John grinned and tugged open his pants before pulling down his boxers. Sherlock groaned. His freed erection throbbed in anticipation. John grinned and took him into his mouth with a slow moan.

"F-fuck" he moaned. Bucking shallowly forward.

John started to bob his head, making Sherlock close his eyes. He was close. John squeezed his eyes shut, working faster. Sherlock came groaning loudly, his body overcome with shivers. John swallowed everything he could before pulling off of him and licking his lips.

"Mmmhhmm, th-that was great." Sherlock stammered.

"Was it? I thought I was rubbish," John smirked.

"Shut up." Sherlock said with a ragged breath as he pulled John closer, taking the other boy's lip between his own.

John grinned and shut his eyes.

Eventually, Sherlock pulled back. "Want me to drive you home?"

"If you want," John shrugged. "I was just going to go home and get something and come back."

"Great." He smiled.

"I love you."

Sherlock gazed into John's eyes. "I love you too." he said softly, getting up and picking up his keys.