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The next morning, Sherlock woke up before John and slipped out of bed to start getting ready. He scrounged through his closet for an outfit that would fit John, finding an old jumper and a pair of jeans he'd outgrown a couple of summers ago.
Once he was dressed himself, he walked back into the bedroom and laid the clothes out on the edge of the bed before crawling onto the mattress and gently straddling John's hips, careful not to wake him yet. He leaned down and started pressing soft kisses all along John's throat and collarbone.
John didn't even notice Sherlock get up, snuggling further into the plush bedding. He was dreaming that Sherlock had wings and was flying with him through the sunset. But then as Sherlock got on top of him and started kissing him, he made a sound and wiggled a little. "Mmm, Sher..." he mumbled in his sleep.
Sherlock smiled against John's skin and latched onto the junction of his shoulder, sucking and licking. His hands ran across the other boy's sides, hiking the shirt up and touching his bare skin. John's skin was so soft and he loved the feel, as well as the taste of it. He hummed in contentment as he finally released John's neck and began placing kisses on different spots of his face.
John squirmed and moaned, still half-asleep. He didn't know if this was a dream or real so he just kept his eyes closed and didn't try to fully wake up. Sherlock's mouth was warm and talented, and he tilted his head over, trying to give him more skin. He really hoped it wasn't a dream. He wanted the mark that would inevitably be left by the attention to the spot. As Sherlock started kissing his face, John's eyes fluttered open at last and he smiled up at Sherlock.
Sherlock smiled brightly in return, looking down at what was possibly the most beautiful sight he'd ever seen. John simply glowed in the early morning sunlight and he stroked a hand down his cheek. "Good morning, John," he murmured and placed a soft kiss on his lips.
John leaned into the touch and kissed Sherlock back. "Morning," he said when he pulled back. He looked up at Sherlock, seeing his bed-tousled hair and the sleep just barely present in his eyes. Sherlock was gorgeous like this. "I quite like you being the first thing I see in the morning," John said, running a hand through his curls.
"I would have to agree with you on that," Sherlock said and kissed him quickly again before moving off of his hips. "I've gotten some clothes together for you," he nodded towards the end of the bed, "you can grab some breakfast before we head out, I think I smelled french toast cooking after I got out of the shower, I'm sure you'll enjoy it."
John sat up and stretched, swinging his legs over the edge of the bed. "Thanks," he said, scooping up the clothes. His stomach rumbled at the mention of breakfast and he licked his lips. "French toast sounds fabulous. I hope you don't mind if I take a shower myself." He kissed Sherlock on the cheek, taking the clothes to go find the bathroom.
"Not at all," Sherlock said, "I quite like the idea of you using my shower... it's a pity I've taken mine already or I would join you," he said and winked as John passed by.
John flushed a bit at Sherlock's words as he left the room and the suggestion lingered in his mind. Someday he'd have to take him up on that. He found the bathroom and showered quickly, dressing before he left to go back to Sherlock's room. John stepped in and leaned back against the doorframe. "Ready for breakfast?"
Sherlock walked over and wrapped his arms around John's waist, leaning down to kiss him again. "Mmm... I'll just sit with you while you eat, I'm still okay," he said and smiled.
John kissed him back, leaning against him. He looked up at Sherlock when he talked about not eating again. "Now hang on. You need to eat, Sherlock," he scolded lightly. "Please have a little something for me?"
Sherlock groaned and rolled his eyes, but as soon as he looked at John's face he caved. "Fine," he sighed dramatically and smiled, "but only because you're so adorable when you beg." He kissed John on the nose and headed out the door, chuckling.
John poked his tongue out at Sherlock, but followed him down the stairs, grabbing hold of his hand. He was excited to see what Sherlock had planned, but he also was hungry, and he could smell breakfast from halfway down. He was glad Sherlock had agreed to eat as well. It wasn't good for him to go so long without food.
Sherlock squeezed John's hand and led him to the dining hall. They were alone this time, his parents usually spent the morning in bed on the weekends. The table was already set with two plates of french toast and he pulled the chair out for John again before sitting down himself.
John grinned and took a seat. "Thank you, Mr. Holmes," he said with a wink. He waited for Sherlock to sit before he started to eat. Just like everything else he'd had at Sherlock's house, it was amazing. "I think I'm going to have all my meals here," he said with a mouthful of french toast. "I never eat like this at home."
Sherlock smiled sadly as he took a bite of toast, he felt bad that he had so much while John had so little. It just wasn't fair that someone as amazing as John struggled so much. He shoved his food around his plate, a frown forming on his face.
John looked over to Sherlock smiling, but his face dropped when he saw Sherlock frown. He realized that Sherlock must have been thinking about what he'd just said. He'd inadvertently given away that he had trouble getting three square meals a day. John put a hand over Sherlock's and grinned at him. "Don't worry about me. I'm used to it. Someday it'll all work out."
Sherlock looked up at John when he touched his hand and attempted a smile, "I wish things would work out now. I would do anything to make you happy," he whispered and brought John's hand up to kiss his knuckles.
John felt warmth fill his face and he moved his hand to lace their fingers together. "You are such a sweetheart. I can't believe no one else has scooped you up yet." He finished off the rest of his breakfast and a glass of juice before looking back to Sherlock. "Ready?"
Sherlock nodded and smiled, he was really excited to show John where he was taking him. It was a very special place to him and he hoped he liked it. He stood and grabbed John by the hand, dragging him out the door and through the foyer.
As they went outside, he led them across the lawn to a wooded area. He held back branches for John as they walked and as they got close enough where he could see the clearing, he turned back to John and grabbed both his hands, squeezing them. "Do you trust me?" he asked and smiled.
John followed behind Sherlock, wondering all the while where they might be going. He kept a tight hold of Sherlock's hand, and he thought he could see something in the distance, but then Sherlock stopped and turned to him. John looked up into his eyes and without hesitation he said, "I do." In fact, he might just trust Sherlock with his life.
Sherlock grinned wider and stepped beside John, reaching over and covering his eyes with his hands. He carefully led the shorter boy through the remainder of the woods.
When they reached the clearing, he moved to be behind John, keeping his hands over his eyes. Sherlock leaned in and whispered, "open your eyes," and moved his hands away, wrapping his arms around the other boy's waist.
John rolled his eyes as Sherlock covered them, but he obliged and closed them. He let Sherlock lead him, keeping a hold of his arm until he stopped. He felt him step behind and as his eyes were uncovered, they fluttered open and- "Sherlock...This is beautiful..." John gazed at the clearing, eyes sweeping in wonder from one side to the other.
Sherlock was happy John seemed to enjoy it, this field was one of his favourite places. There was a fallen log that he had found a few years ago and fashioned into a bench on the far end of the field and the entire ground was covered in wildflowers of every color.
"I've never brought anyone here before. This is my special thinking spot, I come here when I've had a particularly bad day and need to clear my mind," he murmured, his head on John's shoulder. He kissed him gently on the cheek and tightened his arms around him, "I wanted to share it with you."
John couldn't believe how gorgeous this place was. The sun was filtering through the canopy of trees, catching on the pollen and making streams of gold light from high up in the sky. And with Sherlock holding onto him, the vibrations of his voice against his back, everything just seemed perfect. He turned around in Sherlock's arms and smiled up at him. "You would share this beautiful place with me?"
"Of course," Sherlock chuckled and leaned down to kiss John on the forehead, "who else would I share this with but you?" He cupped the other boy's cheek in his hand and leaned down to lock their lips together in a passionate kiss, moving his lips softly and slowly against John's.
John felt his chest swelling in with emotion, and poured it into the kiss with Sherlock. He wrapped his arms around the taller boy's neck, tilting his head to make it easier to kiss him. He pulled back after a moment, eyes sparkling and face flushed. "God, Sherlock...You're amazing."
Sherlock blushed, "well, I don't know about all that..." he murmured. Pulling away after a few moments, Sherlock grabbed John by the hand and led him through the field to the log. He sat down and pulled the other boy down to sit on his lap.
John leaned back into Sherlock, sighing in happiness. He could stay like this forever, in the most beautiful place he'd ever seen, in the arms of the boy he lo-...John's thoughts stopped there. Was he already falling in love with Sherlock? He glanced up at him, taking in his handsome face, his unreal eyes, and that adorable mop of curls. His heart skipped a beat and he turned pink. Oh yes. He could definitely be falling in love, hard and fast.
Sherlock put on a lopsided smile and cocked his head to the side, "why are you looking at me like that?" he asked and kissed John on the cheek, "what are you thinking about?"
John blinked rapidly as Sherlock's kiss broke him from his thoughts. He shook his head. "N-nothing..." Love had no place in such a short relationship. Not yet anyway. He couldn't say anything or he might weird Sherlock out. He pressed a kiss to the underside of Sherlock's jaw.
"Mmmm," Sherlock hummed thoughtfully and leaned his head back, urging John to continue. Whatever John was thinking, he wasn't ready to share yet and Sherlock would respect his wishes, however much he wished he knew what was going on in that head of his.
John grinned and placed more kisses along Sherlock's jawline. He trailed them from one side to the other, turning a little to put his hands on Sherlock's shoulders. He hummed against Sherlock's skin and sucked lightly right at the junction of his jaw and neck.
Sherlock moaned softly and swallowed, okay, that is definitely a sensitive spot. He grasped at the back of John's head, scratching his nails lightly along his scalp. He could feel himself hardening, but kept himself in check, biting his lip, not wanting to take things too far just yet.
John pressed his lips a little harder to the spot, sucking more firmly. He felt something poking him, letting him know just the effect he was having on Sherlock. John flipped himself around so he was stradling Sherlock, and very gently rocked into him. Pulling his mouth off, John smirked up at Sherlock. That was enough for now.
Sherlock groaned and narrowed his eyes, "bloody tease," he mumbled. He cracked a mischievous smile and grabbed onto John's hips. He swiftly stood and wrapped John's legs around his waist, then started spinning in the middle of the field, laughing loudly and smiling wider than he ever remembered doing before. This was just perfect.
John didn't know what to expect when Sherlock gave him that smile and in the next moment he was being lifted. He squeaked and wrapped his arms around Sherlock's neck, holding on as he spun them around. John laughed as he clung to Sherlock, nestling his head on Sherlock's shoulder.
After a few moments Sherlock collapsed, dizzy and breathless. They ended up on the ground, Sherlock hovering over John. When he caught his breath and stopped laughing, he smiled brightly down at John and brushed the hair away from his face. "You're so beautiful," he whispered and kissed him lightly. "How long can you stay?"
John had to keep his eyes closed as the world was spinning, but he had a smile on his face. He opened them once Sherlock had kissed him and smiled back at the other boy. "I don't have anything going on today. I'll stay as long as you like." He pulled Sherlock down for another quick kiss, finding his lips just couldn't get enough contact with his.
"Mmm... Well, if you did that, I'd never let you leave," Sherlock said and chuckled. He leaned down to press a soft kiss to John's cheek and left his face there, snuggling into his neck.
John wrapped his arms around Sherlock and stroked his back. "Maybe someday I won't have to," he said softly, leaning his cheek in Sherlock's hair. Just then he got an idea, and he turned to look at the flowers beside him. Picking a handful, he started stringing the stems together. It was something Harry had taught him once. When he was finished, he had made a crown of flowers and placed it on Sherlock's head with a smile.
Sherlock sighed, he'd never felt this happy with anyone before and never had he wanted to protect someone an take care of someone as much has he felt with John. He grinned and chuckled as John placed the crown of flowers on his head. "Thank you," he said and kissed John on the neck.
He raised his head and looked into John's eyes, his own searching the other boy's face. His brow furrowed in concentration, "I think... I may be falling in love with you. How can that be? We only just met..." he murmured and shook his head.
John grinned. "You're welcome." He snuggled closer to Sherlock and closed his eyes. He felt like everything had fallen into place somehow. He and Sherlock just...belonged. At Sherlock's words, he felt his heart doing backflips and his cheeks going rosy. "I don't know...But I feel exactly the same," he said, locking eyes with Sherlock's.
Sherlock smiled, "that's good." They spent the rest of the day talking about all sorts of things and exchanging lazy kisses every now and then. When the sun started to set, Sherlock led John back out of the woods and out in front of the house. "Are you sure you can't stay another night? There's plenty of room in my bed, you know," Sherlock smirked and leaned down to nip at John's earlobe.
John hummed softly, wrapping his arms around Sherlock's waist. "Much as I would love to darling, my father will get suspicious if I start spending every night at your house. But here." He opened the compartment on his bike and grabbed a scrap of paper and a pen. He scribbled down his phone number and handed it to Sherlock. "You can text me all night if you like," he said with a wink.
Sherlock took the scrap of paper, "sounds like a deal to me," he said and smiled. He gave John a tight hug and pressed a kiss on the top of his head, "see you Monday, yeah?" he murmured and pulled back, keeping his arms around the shorter boy's waist.
John smiled up at Sherlock and nodded. "Yes, see you then." He gave Sherlock one last kiss, wishing that he didn't have to let go. But he forced himself to pull back, hand trailing down Sherlock's arm to give his hand a squeeze as he fully pulled away. Then he got onto his motorbike and started it, smiling at Sherlock charmingly as he zoomed out of the drive back to his own flat.
Sherlock stood in the driveway and waved until John was out of sight. As he walked back in the house, he saw Mycroft leaning against the stair railing. "So... got yourself a boyfriend, have you?" he said and raised an eyebrow. Sherlock scoffed, "yes, problem?"
Mycroft held his hands out, "none at all, little brother. Just be careful, I don't want to have to secretly drag you to the hospital again because you've gotten beaten up for your... choices." Sherlock only glared at Mycroft and headed up the stairs. Mycroft shook his head and sighed, "I hope that boy knows what he's doing," he said quietly and turned to leave.
Later that night, while lying in bed, he pulled out his mobile and the scrap of paper and typed out a message to John.
Hey, love. This is Sherlock, I hope you made it home safely. -SH
John sped home, parking his bike outside on the street before climbing up the stairs to his flat. He unlocked the door and stepped inside. "Da! I'm home!" he called. His father was lying on the couch, sleeping. John sighed and draped the blanket over him from the back of the couch before heading to his room. He laid on the bed staring up at the ceiling and holding his phone to his chest. He wondered if he should tell his father that he was falling in love with a boy. Some part of him was afraid. Sometimes his father blamed Harry and her homosexuality for their mother leaving. If John turned out the same...that would probably break him.
Just then, his phone buzzed and he smiled a little. He sent a message back.
Hello, darling. I'm fine. Except that I miss you terribly. -JW
Sherlock smiled when he heard his phone go off and replied.
I miss you too. Only one more day and we'll see each other again. Did you want to meet out front of the school on Monday? -SH
Sure. We can walk in together. -JW
John held the phone close to his heart. He wished that he could hear Sherlock's voice reading the texts. It just wasn't the same imagining.
I'll see you then, love. Sleep well and have sweet dreams. -SH
Sherlock set his phone on his bedside table and snuggled deeper under the covers. His pillow still smelled like John and he clutched it closer, imagining that he was in bed with the other boy again.
Goodnight, my darling. -JW
John put his phone down and curled up in his bed. He was still wearing Sherlock's clothes which smelled like him and he pulled off the shirt so that he could bury his face in it.