*Authors Note – Please read!* Heeeeyyyy Sweeeeeeetttttiiiessss!
Anyway, here we are Chapter 7, I don't really know what's going to come of this chapter, but what the hell, LETS DO THIS! (I should mention I'm feeling this chapter is gonna be longish…)
John woke up with the sun shining brightly through his window, slowly gaining his senses back he groggily checked the time on his phone, 8:37, ughhhh… John rolled over onto his back and looked at the stars on his roof, he couldn't help but think of Sherlock and how he would be seeing him in a few hours… then his phone vibrated…
Here yet? –SH
Or not.
Sher. I. Just. Woke. Up. –JW
Don't Care, come here already. I'm bored. –SH
I'm still in my PJs! –JW
Then hurry up. –SH
John shook his head and went to the bathroom to splash his face with water to help wake him up. John's dad and Harry were still asleep upstairs, so he had to be extra quiet.
Putting on his clothes then taking a skull of his very hot tea spilling some of it on his jumper, burning his tongue in the process and grabbing his phone and keys, John ran outside and hailed a cab, with the destination to the secret place of his and Sherlock's.
When he practically threw open the doors, John was surprised Sherlock wasn't in the main entrance area, but then it occurred to him … The Library… when John entered he saw Sherlock curled up in a chair by the lighted fire reading The Science Of Deduction, not lifting his head from the book Sherlock said
"You surely know how to make an entrance, well, a loud one at least."
Sherlock placed his bookmark in and put the book down beside him and rose from his chair and walked over to John and hugged him, even lifting him off the ground, just a bit, John wasn't that short, surely Sherlock had grown taller… Sherlock caressed one of John's cheeks
"Morning John"
Sherlock said with a smile
"Morning Sher."
Sherlock lightly let John down to the ground and kissed him lightly and gestured for John to join him to a chair that had appeared next to Sherlock's by the fireplace, The fire felt good against his cold hands, due to the current very cold weather, in the hurry out the door, John had forgotten to grab an extra coat and gloves. Sherlock's chair was black and leathery, while John's was reddish and had a cotton fiber, but very comfy, with a union jack pillow to complete it. Similar to the ones at Sherlock's house, but not quite.
John loved every moment of this and wanted to last, John just sat there smiling at Sherlock, who was practically doing the same thing at John.
"So, Sher, what made you come here so early?"
"Mycroft and Grog."
"Ahh, on the f-floor again?"
"Yep."
John nodded in response and looked into the fire…If only I could get on the floor with Sher… Stop it, you've only just started this yesterday, don't ruin it!... The thought made John look at Sherlock who was smiling at him, John cleared his throat and smiled back
"So, Sher what do plan to do today?"
"Clean this place up, make it nice"
Sherlock looked around and waved his hand to gesture what could be done
John chuckled
"I don't know how we are going to do the kitchen, Sher. No idea"
John and Sherlock laughed in front of the fire, Sherlock reached out for John's hand, and he took it
"We will do it some how, but we should start of easy, but I have no idea what room that would be"
Sherlock and John laughed again
"You've really let this place go Sher!"
John gave a playful punch against Sherlock's arm, who then looked at him with surprise
"It wasn't me!"
John just smiled at him and laughed, Sherlock was really so childish sometimes, who returned the playful punch on the shoulder, which turned into a mixture of tired but yet playful slaps and punches on each others arm, until Sherlock punched John on the arm really hard
"Ow!"
John retreated his arm to rub it, he was sure it would bruise. Sherlock had a shocked expression on his face then came by and kneeled by is chair and rubbed his arm as well.
"I'm so, so sorry John, I didn't mean to punch you like that I—"
"It's fine Sherlock, I started it, I'm the one who should be sorry."
John gave Sherlock an apologetic look, who just gave the same expression in return, put lifted himself up just a bit, so he could kiss his cheek, then returning to his knelling position.
"I missed you."
John returned this kiss on the cheek
"I know, Sher, I missed you as well"
For a few moments they looked into each others eyes, and studies each others faces… Sherlock is SO beautiful… John wrapped his hands around Sherlock's neck, whom rose a hand and caressed John's cheek, John leaned in, their faces now centimeters apart, John chuckled and said
"Morning"
Sherlock laughed and said
"Morning"
Sherlock closed the distance between their mouths, it was soft and harmless at first, Sherlock breaking it off after just a moment, but John wanted more, kissing Sherlock was like a drug, after just taste, you want more of it, John leaned back in and kissed Sherlock deep, this time and a little harder, Sherlock gave a surprised sound and fell over onto the floor… With John on top of him… John kept kissing Sherlock passionate and deep, Sherlock gave all the same back, not stopping for breath, John's tounge teasing the outside of Sherlock's lips, Sherlock sat up so he could run a hand properly through John's hair, and opened up his mouth willingly, this was not like any other make out session John has had with anybody, this was hot and powerful, deep and intense, John's tongue slowly searching around Sherlock's mouth, he had no idea how it came to this or what he was doing, Sherlock made deep sexy but yet quite a moan noise, that made John want to never stop kissing Sherlock, John was high on the drug, we wanted more, more… Sherlock slowly, and hesitantly slid a hand up John's shirt, his hand searching every little part of his belly, tickling him even, John gave a light laugh against Sherlock's lips and retreated his tongue, …Need. To. Breathe… John knew that fully well, but he didn't want this to stop. Never. Sherlock was the one to break the kiss, his long black shaggy curls covering his forehead and eyes, his pale thin body panting for breath
"John… that… was… amazing!"
Sherlock took his away from underneath John's shirt, John laughed, still catching his breath
"Yeah… that… was… eh?"
John and Sherlock looked at each other and laughed, sat there by the fire and wrapped each others arms around each other, trying keep warm.
After cuddling by the fire for god knows how long, John and Sherlock rose and decided to get to work, John worked on the music room first while Sherlock stayed and worked on the dining part of the room, encouraging for them to work separately…stange….
The music room was full of dust and spider webs, he didn't know where to start. He walked over to the web covered violin, and sighed wondering how the hell he was gonna get rid of all the webs, then he thought of Sherlock, how from the moment they met, they clicked, Sherlock the so called sociopath or not, how beautifully Sherlock had played for him… John reached out and pulled the violin free from the probably 50-year-old webs that were stuck together by tie like fairy floss. John gave a grunt of disgust and used a gloved hand to peel away the webs, letting them fall to floor until the front of the violin was clean…then he turned to the back of it, it wasn't as bad as the front… not counting the massive dead spider on the back of it. John jumped in surprise, almost dropping the musical instrument, scrunching up his face, he quickly took the spider off the violin and let it fall to the floor with the mass pile of webs. At least the spider was gone. Doing as the same for the front for the back, peeling off the webs and letting fall to the floor, he smiled at the instrument when it was finally clean, and placed it in a web free corner. John then got to work on the grand piano, and so on, until he stood in the middle of the room and wiped his forehead, the room was back in shape, but with only three instruments… John was proud of the work he had just done.
"Well done, John, you've totally redone this room."
John whipped around to see a sweaty pale thin teenager walking towards him, and to top it off, Sherlock was wearing an apron… an apron… this made John burst up into a fit of giggles.
"What? Is there something on my face?"
John looked up to see Sherlock wiping his face in confusion, which made John giggle even more.
"Would you STOP giggling John? I-I have a surprise for you."
John suppressed the giggles and looked up at Sherlock who was holding his hand out, John took his hand, Sherlock led John to the dining room/ Library. He stopped at the door
"John, close your eyes."
"Ok."
Giving Sherlock one last smile, John closed his eyes.
He heard the door open, and be led into the room, he could feel the warmth of the bright fire.
"Don't open your eyes just yet. As you know, I worked on this room, but, I also worked on the kitchen…"
"Sherlock, how the bloddy hell did you work on the kitchen without me?"
Sherlock laughed
"Working on the kitchen now means we can cook food there, open your eyes John."
When he opened his eyes, John gasped, the dining table was polished and had a small part of the table laid out with food and dinner wear for two. He looked at Sherlock who was giving him an awkward smile.
"I just kind of wanted to say 'Thank You'"
John grinned at Sherlock and lifted him up and twirled in a circle let him down and then kissed him
"You, Sherl, are amazing!"
Sherlock gave a nervous laugh
"Thank you John, shall we?"
Sherlock rubbed his elbow, but then gestured for them to sit down. John understood that Sherlock was nervous, to be honest John was a bit nervous himself.
Sitting down beside Sherlock, John smiled at Sherlock, who just grinned back,
"So, um, Sherl, what's on the menu for tonight?"
"We, um have, chicken and salads, and.."
Sherlock rubbed the back of his neck, then shrugged
"Just food I guess."
John laughed, and turned to Sherlock
"'Just food' is perfect."
Sherlock grinned at John, reaching for a leg of chicken, John reached for the salad, and started eating, it was delicious, John grabbed a piece of chicken, it was amazing, god Sherlock knew how to cook,
"Sherl, this is amazing."
Sherlock cheeks reddened
"Thanks, I'm glad that you like it."
"Where did you learn to cook like this? And where did you get this food?"
Sherlock shrugged
"Just some emergency recipes I had stored away in my Mind Palace, and there is a cheap food store down the street."
"Sher—"
"John, shut up and eat, what matters is that we are here together right now."
John faced Sherlock, who was looking at him. John moved closer to Sherlock and placed a hand on the back of his neck, and closed the distance between their mouths, it was soft, but deep, meaningful, it only lasted a few seconds. Sherlock grinned at John, then got back to eating, John couldn't blame him, the pale thin teen looked starved. The statement was true though, that was what truly mattered, just being with Sherlock. After finishing eating, Sherlock and John sat by the fire, cuddling, not even caring to clean up the mess on the table. Lost in thoughts John realized something, when he got home, he would have to tell Dad about Sherlock… Well, shit. … John didn't want to leave, knowing full well what was up ahead. Dad would understand, right? John could feel the blood drain from his face, then Sherlock looking at him
"John, everything ok?"
"What? Yeah. Of coarse it is, why do you ask?"
"You've gone all pale."
"Just cold I guess" …Lies…
Sherlock pulled John closer. He never wanted this cuddle to end.
John felt his pocket vibrate. Oh no… John shuffled and took his phone out. It was indeed John's Dad
Where are you?
John gave a swift reply
Out.
Where?
Just out. I'll be home soon.
OK…
John knew what the 'OK…' meant, he'd be wanting an explanation, John was in for a ton of shit.
"Don't worry about what your dad thinks of you."
John whipped his head around to face Sherlock, his cheekbones even sharper by the fire.
"W-what?"
"I said don't worry about your dad, he doesn't know shit."
Sherlock wasn't one to swear.
"O-ok."
"It shouldn't matter to him what your sexuality is."
There was a scowl on Sherlock's face now
"He shouldn't even think about disowning his own kids just because what they are attracted to."
John was to surprised to even speak.
"Just come to Baker Street if you need somewhere to sleep tonight"
John's mouth hung open, he didn't know what to say, John's head was spinning.
"I like you for who you are John."
John managed a nod, then got his voice back
"S-same."
Sherlock smiled at John, and kissed him softly. The drug was kicking in. They kept kissing, until Sherlock's phone vibrated, using one hand to swiftly reply to Mycroft, Sherlock put his phone back in his pocket, and kissed John deeper, John nibbled on Sherlock bottom lip, who gave a murmur of surprise, then retuned it, by biting on John's lower lip, John didn't want this to stop.
It went on for a while, just John and Sherlock kissing by the fire. Then John's phone starting ringing in his pocket, he knew who it was, Dad, though he was thankful that it was on vibrate, ever wise 'Eye of Tiger' would've started playing out loud, who knows what Sherlock would have thought about him, with a ringtone like that.
Sherlock pulled away
"You should probably get that."
"I don't really want to, i-its my Dad."
"Oh… We should probably get going now"
Sherlock looked a bit sad to say it, but they both knew that they would have to get going. Sherlock drowsily stood and stretched out his thin body, and looked at John sideways, giving him a smile, John couldn't help but grin and take Sherlock in his arms and lifted him up, Sherlock giving a squeal of surprise then laughing, kicking his legs like a little child. Hand in Hand they slowly walked outside and Sherlock (as always) was the one to hail the cab. On the ride home all John could think about was what he was going to say to Dad. But then he realized, god he was an idiot… Harry… slapping a hand to his forehead, he knew that he would have to talk to Harry first about what to say. John's thoughts were stopped to feel Sherlock nudging him on the shoulder... Ow…
"John!"
"W-w-What? Hmmm, yeah?"
John moved his head around, his eyes finally locking with Sherlock's …Goddammit they so beautiful…
"You ok John? You slapped your forehead, then starting shaking your head, then looked up and smiled."
"W-well I just realized, if I'm going to tell the truth about where I have been, I will talk to Harry first."
John took Sherlock's hand in his, with Sherlock's face turning red
"J-just know what I said before ok, John?"
"Of coarse, I know."
"Good."
Sherlock gave a nod of approval, and turned to John with a smile, who couldn't help but smile back.
The taxi pulled up outside Johns house, giving a kiss goodbye and a hug of good luck, John got out and held his key in the lock, taking a deep breath he stepped inside and headed for Harry's room, knocked and entered, Harry looked at John with surprise, but then smiled, which faded when John spoke
"Harry, we need to talk…"
Sherlock was lying on the couch, just as he was as soon he had gotten home a few hours before, lost in his mind palace Sherlock couldn't help but think of John, how was the explanation going? The door to 221B opening then shutting stopped his thoughts… Mycroft… But, no it couldn't, he wasn't home until much later… The stairs creaked as the mystery person made their way up slowly, the door to the apartment opened, and Sherlock quickly stood with his mouth open, the name of the person standing in the doorway couldn't come to words, seeing the sate of him after all…
It was John, all the blood drained from his face, a cut on his cheek still bleeding, marks of tears on his face, blood on his knuckles from punching something, his shirt obviously tugged at in a struggle, he was also shivering for the coldness outside.
"S-S-Sherlock, I-I am s-sorry, i-is now a good t-time? I-It was unlocked"
He gestured to the door downstairs, John's lips quivered in a obvious fight to not break down into tears at that very moment
"John, don't be silly, of coarse now is a bloddy good time."
Sherlock reached down and grabbed the blanket hanging on the edge of the couch and went over and wrapped it around john and pulled him close. Rubbing his back in attempt to warm him up.
When John finally stopped shivering, Sherlock sat him down by the fire and went into the kitchen to make them both tea, Earl Grey, no milk, no sugar, just the way John liked it, Sherlock had proudly deducted it from a stain todays ever-so-stupid-jumpers that he wore, which was now gone.
When the tea was ready he handed the cup to John, who accepted it with appreciation, Sherlock sat in the chair opposite him and looked at John, trying to deduct more details of what could've unfolded in the past few hours, John shifted in his seat and Sherlock forced himself to look away and into the fire. He enjoyed John's presence but also worried about it. John was the one to break the never ending silence.
"So, um, I talked to Harry."
Sherlock looked away from the flickering flames and towards John
"A-and Dad…"
Sherlock opened his mouth to say something, but John beat him to it
"I-It almost cost me my life."
*Authors Note Please Read!* DUN DUN DUNNNNNNNN!
Well, like I said, I have no idea what was gonna come of that chapter but there you go, PLOT TWIST, well not really… but anyways guys, I really need your opinion on something, its just an idea, for now, what do you think about Sherlock taking up ballet classes? And what POV would you prefer? Sherlock's or John's? Anyway guys, THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR YOUR REVEIWS AND SUPPORT YOU GUYS ARE JUST THE BEST, MWAH! KEEP IT UP I REALLY LOVE TO KNOW WHAT YOU GUYS THINK OF THIS STORY! Love you all and talk to you in the notes next week, PM me if you want, I love to talk to you all got some great stuff for you next week! Jhaha, love allthewaysweets xoxo
