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A little later, John was doing the same thing to Sherlock. Sherlock hadn't expected John to massage his shins, but John always surprised him. Him surprising him actually should not surprise him anymore. If anything, Sherlock should be used to John doing something that he hadn't expected him to do. Sherlock poured more wine into his glass. He wanted to give some to John, but John didn't want any since he was "working". He didn't know how giving someone a massage was "working", but he didn't comment.

John kneaded at a particular spot that had seemed to be very sensitive and knotted. He pressed his thumb onto the area; small groans escaped the detective. John chuckled.

"Shhh, Sher," he said softly, not wanting to interrupt others.

Sherlock glared at John; why couldn't he be as loud as he wanted to be? John eyed Sherlock and shook his head, understanding Sherlock's thoughts.

"Because people won't appreciate that noise, and they will think that we're getting off."

Sighing, Sherlock nodded and relaxed into the booth. He took a sip of his wine, hoping that it would muffle the very faint sounds that were escaping his lips. John grinned when he saw Sherlock's cheeks become a bit redder.

"Enjoying this?" He asked, slapping the detective's shin gently.

"Oh, yes, John," He said lowly.

He moved over until he was right next to John. John raised his eyebrows.

"What is it?"

"I wish..." Sherlock said, sliding his hand over so it rested on John's groin. John sucked in a breath. "...I could..do this," He gently slid his hand over the bulge forming in John's trousers, "..right now." Sherlock chuckled as John shook gently under his hand. "But," He drew his hand back. "that would be very, very, inappropriate."

John groaned.

"You are a tease." He said, trying to calm himself down. He didn't understand how a little bit of dirty talk could make him act like this.

Sherlock nodded and went back to his side again. He took a large sip of his wine, his gaze on the middle of the table. John bit his lip; Sherlock's gaze flicked to his.

"Yes, I know, John. You've told me that many times before."

He put his wine down.

"Fine, fine. We're going back to the hotel room, now."

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"What?" The detective raised one of his eyebrows. "I thought that you wanted to finish our wine and go see the rest of Madrid."

John ran a hand down his face and groaned.

"I do, but right now, I have something else on my mind."

A small smirk spread across Sherlock's face.

"Is that so, John?" He asked, his eyebrows raised.

"Yes...so...can we please get the bill, grab the wine, and head out of here?"

Sherlock's smirk spread into a grin. He actually wanted to see some more of the city, but the activity John was "secretly" proposing sounded much better at the moment. He nodded enthusiastically and waved the waitress over so they could go back to the hotel.

About twenty-five minutes later, Sherlock and John were barging into their hotel room, their bodies against each other. John's hands were tangled in Sherlock's hair while Sherlock's hands were firmly grasping John's arse. John moaned and pushed Sherlock down on the bed, his mouth never leaving his. He quickly tossed Sherlock's shirt off, refusing to waste any time. Right now, all he cared about was having Sherlock's skin pressed against his.

Sherlock slid his hands under the waistband of John's pants and slid them off. Normally he would take off his trousers and then pants, but he didn't care about "taking things slowly" at this very moment. He was much too busy processing how John's hands felt against his bare chest. John pressed his pelvis down against Sherlock's, causing the taller man to moan loudly. The ex-army doctor chuckled and pulled away.

"Would you like me to take off your clothes, Sherlock?" He said, his eyes gleaming under the lights.

"Please, John," Sherlock moaned, pushing his hips towards John. "Please, please, please, take them off."

John giggled.

"Since you asked so nicely."

His hands found the clothing that hugged Sherlock's hips. He quickly pulled it off of Sherlock, grinning when the detective was completely naked below him. Sherlock blushed slightly as he looked up at John. John leaned down and kissed Sherlock passionately. Their bodies met again, and this time, they did not stop. They continued to move, moving to and fro from each other. By one point, Sherlock honestly didn't know where his body began. He knew that he was underneath John, but he couldn't exactly point to his body. It seemed like his and John's body somehow fused together. They continued until both of them released. Once John finished, he relaxed against Sherlock and ran his hand across his chest.

"That, was amazing, Sher," he said softly, panting.

Sherlock chuckled and carded his hand through the smaller man's hair.

"Was it?'

"Definitely. Probably one of our best times, to be honest."

Sherlock beamed; he had been hoping for that; he wanted this time to be special for them, even if it wasn't exactly a special day. Yawning, John closed his eyes and wrapped his arm around Sherlock's side. Sherlock yawned as well and soon slipped off into sleep, comforted by the man that was laying on top of him.