Ten: Dreams
Sherlock gripped John's hips tighter as he brought him closer and their breaths became one. "John," he smirked as John smiled.
"Sherlock?" he quirked a brow as Sherlock just chuckled and ghosted his lips over John's, and John rolled onto his toes, pressing their lips together. Finally… Sherlock's lips were so soft and almost too fluffy for him to take in. But he moaned quietly as Sherlock pressed back, making the same noise John had let out.
John's lips were small, but don't underestimate the power they have. Sherlock learned this the hard way as he was rooted to the spot, and for once, he had no idea what to do. John smiled as he wrapped his arms around Sherlock's neck and dug his fingers into Sherlock's curls. Sherlock's breath left him as he noticed the same had happened to John just a few moments before.
Sherlock just let John do whatever as he felt his lips shift then he felt teeth on his bottom lips, and he was surprised, but it felt so good. John didn't bite him, though. Just simply nibbled and went back to pressing his lips to Sherlock's.
Sherlock melted into John's touch and lips as his tongue betrayed him by flicking across John's lips. But before they could do anything else, they needed air. John kept his arms around Sherlock's neck as he breathed heavily on it.
Sherlock shivered at John's breath on his neck. And just when they were about to go for more, John's mum walked in. "John?..."
And they both looked to her as John stuttered, "M-mum? What do you need?" and he disconnected from his boyfriend.
"I wanted to know if Sherlock was going to eat tonight?" she asked as they both blinked and she shuffled into the room, blushing a bit as she realized what had just happened.
Sherlock nodded, "I haven't in a while, perhaps I should tonight," and she smiled. "Thank you," she grinned.
"Romantic?" she asked as their eyes widened. "Oh, don't pretend you weren't just snogging in here," she playfully wiggled a finger at them and tsked. "Oh well, I'll call you down when dinner is ready," and she closed the door softly behind her.
"Your mum's not as stupid as others, I will admit," Sherlock said as John latched onto his shoulders again.
"Just shut up," he demanded.
"You tell me to do that a lot," Sherlock teased as John didn't say anything. He simply tripped Sherlock into falling and they both landed on the bed, John under Sherlock. "I'm going to kiss you again," Sherlock warned as John shrugged and grinned.
"I would like that," John admitted as Sherlock lowered his head and his curls brushed over John's forehead. John looked expectantly at Sherlock with one brow raised as their lips settled together again. John hummed in acceptance as Sherlock's tongue ran across his lips again.
And this time, without interruption, John let Sherlock invade his mouth. He fought for dominance as he wasn't letting Sherlock have all the fun. And before they knew it, Sherlock's groin was accidently rubbing against John's and they both moaned into each other.
Sherlock discovered how good that felt, and this time he did it on purpose. John moaned again and pushed him off by the shoulders. "Sherlock, we can't," and at first Sherlock was confused as to what he meant.
But then he realized what he had been doing, and he instantly felt embarrassed. "Sorry, I just… it felt good," he admitted.
"It does, but Mum will hear us, and we only just had our first kiss," he pointed out and Sherlock nodded. Right, slower.
"Speaking of kisses, can we at least go back to that?" he asked as John sat up and Sherlock lightly straddled him upon the edge of the bed.
"Of course," he agreed as Sherlock kissed him again, lightly. He made sure nothing went further than this. The erection he had built up was slowly fading, as he realized he couldn't go any further than this. And he couldn't feel John under him anymore, either.
Okay, he can keep this up. And when Sherlock invited John in, they made sure none of the kisses became desperate. Just loving, slow, and understanding. But that was once again, all ruined when they needed air.
But John decided this was enough before he really couldn't hold himself back. "We should probably do our homework," he suggested. Sherlock sighed through his nose.
"I suppose so, yes," he agreed and an hour later Mrs. Watson yelled up the stairs, afraid of walking in on a moment. It was best to just ruin it a bit, not walk in on it.
They grinned at each other at that realization, and John was down the stairs first. "Hi, Mum. Mmm, that smells fantastic," he complimented and she blushed.
"It's just soup, dear," as she set down three bowls.
"Still," he shrugged as Sherlock stole the chair beside John, as he always does. John loved that they've been to each other's places enough to claim a spot at the table. Mrs. Watson could see that as well as she sat down herself and picked the spoon.
But it was still hot, so they were all careful about eating it. It was still delicious. There was almost fifteen minutes of silence before John's mum broke it, "So, John, are you planning to still join the Army?" his mum asked as he almost finished his soup.
Sherlock looked to him expectantly as John couldn't help but to feel a bit guilty as he hadn't exactly thought about it. It had always been official, he was going to join the Army, but now he didn't really know. He had Sherlock now, and he didn't quite know if he wanted to leave that behind for about four or five years to go fight in a war and probably get shot. Or possibly just die…
"I… honestly, I don't know anymore," it was the truth. He hated the truth sometimes.
"You should," Sherlock suggested. John looked to Sherlock with wide eyes and his mouth almost dropped open.
"And leave you here, alone? I don't think so," he dropped the spoon in his bowl and looked to Sherlock with a glare that said he was in no way leaving Sherlock alone. He couldn't stand the thought of something happening and he wasn't there.
"I'll be fine, as long as you don't die. Just make sure you come home. I one piece too, please," he smiled encouragingly as he went back to finishing his own soup. Sherlock knew that with every word he was losing John, but he didn't care as long as John was happy.
Mrs. Watson smiled at that. "Listen to him, John. It's been your dream since you were five. Ever since your father…" and she went back to staring at the liquid left from the vegetables and meat.
"I know, and Sherlock's wanted to be a pirate, but they don't exist anymore," he rose a brow at his boyfriend as Sherlock simply smiled again. Really, John? That the best you got?
"I can be whatever I choose. I could be a detective if I really wanted," he reasoned.
"You know, that does sound a bit…" John was about to say sexy, but his mum was sitting right there. So he settled for, "Brilliant. You'd probably get annoyed with everyone else, but yeah. Especially with you deducing everything," and he placed his dishes in the sink as Sherlock followed, finally finished.
Sherlock grinned at the fact that John was about to call him sexy, but his mum was right there. It was funny and a compliment to Sherlock. It didn't matter if he hadn't really said it, he was thinking it…
And so, that brings me to telling you about now. John had finally done what he had wanted, assured that Sherlock would be, "Okay?" he had to make sure before he just left Sherlock on his own.
Sherlock nodded, smiling a bit, "I'll be fine, John. Just please, come home," he kissed his boyfriend lightly as John nodded. Everything was settled as he picked up the few things he was taking, again. "I'll be here, I won't die, I promise," he assured his blond.
Sherlock followed John down the stairs as the door was flung open. "John?" Sherlock grabbed his forearm. John hummed as Sherlock spun him round once more and kissed him with everything he had. John wrapped his arms around Sherlock's neck and participated, throwing everything back and Sherlock almost cried.
"I have to go," John said as Sherlock nodded. "I love you," John said as if it was a promise. It was, a bit like a promise, though.
Sherlock barely got to a whisper in saying it back. But upon realizing those would be his last words to John before he wouldn't see him again for a long time. "I love you, John," he said loud and proud as John smiled broadly.
John kissed him one last time, slow and meaningful, and again full of everything. they couldn't get enough. Sherlock accepted as it was over before he could make John stay. And the door was closed before he could let John see the tears in his eyes.
He trudged back up the stairs as he remembered everything that had lead up to now. Them as children, them in middle school, in high school and everything that had happened that almost got them killed, yet they were closer. Everything that had only brought them to being almost indestructible, and now John's dream was the thing tearing them apart.
And Sherlock couldn't help the tears as he curled up into the couch cushions and sobbed quietly. Not even Mrs. Hudson, his landlady for about six months now, could get him to stop. She offered him tea and biscuits and still, nothing.
She couldn't help a few of her own tears as she realized John must have left. She settled for placing a kiss to his temple and left him to be alone. Sherlock let the last of his emotions drain as he declared that he would never show them again as long as John was gone.
It'd make for complications and such, so he simply quit. After the few hours of on and off sobbing and crying, he decided he would get his second case. He made sure the first one was with John, so he texted Lestrade to give him another one.
But Lestrade texted back saying no. It was almost dark and Sherlock needed rest. Lestrade reminded him of the professor they had in high school. It was weird that he actually had a lot in common with that teacher. Looks? No definitely not, but his personality, and of course his name, but still. It was just the tiniest bit weird.
But when Sherlock read the text, he threw his phone to the desk and dressed for bed as he decided to try to get enough sleep to last a long while. He knew he'd have at least slightly bad dreams tonight, as John wasn't here to sleep with him.
But he tried to sleep, he really did. He got a good five hours before he woke with the same sweat he despised, to sunshine in his window and wondered what John was doing. But he couldn't dwell on it for long before Lestrade texted him, saying he finally had a case for Sherlock to pick up.
Sherlock dressed hurriedly as he caught himself in the reflection of the bathroom mirror when he brushed his teeth. It was weird, seeing himself without John near. But he had to get used to it, everyone did. Even the Yard was a bit put off when they didn't see John right there beside the detective.
They never questioned, though, knowing they'd probably get punched for it. They simply let Sherlock work, and couldn't believe it when he solved two, almost three cases in one afternoon. Then they all told him to go home, he needed rest. But he didn't want to sleep.
So he settled for a walk in the park. Oh, bad idea. There was that little patch of flowers, and then bench. Ugh, and he simply went home. At least there he could silently drown in his and John's memory, alone. At least John wasn't dead, right? He was coming home in a few years, alive.
And until then, Sherlock will never stop loving him, even if he does die. It wouldn't matter, because Sherlock won't break his promise…
I know, I just skipped to them being adults, but their teen years will be remembered along the way, don't worry. Reviews?