Fuck. Shit. Bollocks.

John hadn't meant for Sherlock to hear all of that but there really was no reasoning with John's father, Christopher. Christopher Watson was a bigoted man set in old traditional ways who would not be hauled into the 21st Century attitude of thinking easily. John couldn't help it that his father thought a man loving and having sexual relations with another man was totally wrong, the concept was alien to him. But now John's reluctance to stand up to his father had cost him his relationship with Sherlock. John absolutely needed to fix this.

John took the stairs two at a time and burst into his room. Sherlock stuff was still here, surely Sherlock would need to at least come back for it before leaving for London then he could see him and explain everything to him in order to restore their relationship. Wait, Sherlock had his wallet and phone on him, he didn't need anything else to get back to London.

No. No. No.

Pulling the bags out from under the bed, John stuffed the articles of clothing that had been carefully placed in the drawers not less than an hour ago back into the bags, not caring for creases. John could hear his father thundering up the stairs and towards his room. The next thing he knew his Father had slammed the door open.

"If you leave this house and go back to that fucking poof bender twat I will disown you" bellowed Christopher towards John's figure which was hunched over packaging furiously.

John straightened immediately, turning into Captain John Watson, shifted slowly to face his father.

"Do you know what? That's just fine by me. I'd rather be with the man I love than here with a colossal cunt like you. Oh and another thing, once I get him back we are going to have the best make up sex. My cock will be buried so deep inside him, I won't even be able to remember my own name when I come inside him" yelled John back at his father.

Oh damn, he done it now. With that reply Christopher jerked forward punching his son right in the face with all the force he could muster. John staggered back hitting the bed. He could feel the blood dripping down his face and across his lips. The rusty tang of his own blood was on his tongue already. It took John a moment to register what was happening. This father had pulled him up his collar and was dragging him down the stairs while he clutching onto his bag. Christopher pushed his son against the wall as he opened the front door. Wrenching the door open, Christopher threw his son out and onto the street, his bag followed after him. John hit the driveway with a crack.

"I have no son!" bawled Christopher, slamming the door excluding his son.

John hauled himself up off the floor, glancing around he noticed the neighbors curtains moving eager for gossip. Fucking typical.

John reached for his bag, gripping it in his left hand and started walking. He pulled out his phone in order to call Sherlock. It went to voice mail on the first ring. So he left a message;

"Sherlock, it's me. Please I just need to see you. Please I just need.." John broke down on the last word, crying down the phone. He hung up. Sitting down on a near by bench he let himself fall apart.


Sherlock wandered for what seemed like forever. He had no idea where he was going or what he was going do. He was replaying what had happened. He expected homophobic behavior from John's father anyway, but for John not to even defend nor stand up for them and their relationship was beyond bad. Advancing into the town of where John's parents lived, Sherlock found a small hotel to stay in for the night before he made his way to London and back to Baker Street.

Sherlock was checked in by a young women, he was shown to his room and was left in peace. Sherlock let himself sink into the double bed and let tears form in his eyes.

His mobile began to ring. It was John, he couldn't handle him right now so he forwarded the call and waited for it to end.

Sherlock resisted the urge to listen to the new voice mail for a whole hour. The temptation of hearing John's voice was to much, pressing play on his voice mail he listened to John's message.

"Sherlock, it's me. Please I just need to see you. Please I just need.."

New tears dropped from Sherlock's face as he heard the message cut off. Thinking about everything they had been though, Sherlock knew he had to at least give John a chance to explain himself seeing as John had done the same for Sherlock all them weeks ago.

Sherlock opened the new message feature and texted John.

I'm at the Bell Hotel, Room 14 -SH


John felt his phone vibrate in his pocket, he nearly tore his trousers in his clumsy attempt to pull the phone out of his pocket in hast. He read the message, then read it again and again. Sherlock wanted to see him as well. 'Thank God' whispered John to himself. Pulling his bag against his back once more he jumped off the bench with new energy and hurried to the hotel in town.

John slowed his pace for a moment, he was becoming out of breath. The hotel came into view, he dashed towards it. He pushed the door open and ran to the stairs of the hotel. Following the signs to where the rooms were on the wall he sprinted to Sherlock's room.

Room 14. He was here and on the other side of the door was Sherlock. His Sherlock. Taking a deep breath he knocked on the door three times. He could hear shuffling from the other side. The door was unlocked slowly as if to torture John, he already felt bad enough. Sherlock yanked the door open and faced John.

They both stared at each other, both their faces showed evidence of crying. Sherlock stepped aside to let John though. John paced into the room and dropped his bag down by the chest of drawers in the room. He twisted to face Sherlock who had gone and sat on the bed.

"I'm sorry. Sorry for everything you heard from my Father and I'm sorry for not defending you from that man" grovelled John, creasing his eyes trying not to break down again.

"Your bleeding" stated Sherlock as a matter of fact. Sherlock leaned forward towards John to lightly touch the drying blood on the other man's face but stopped and quickly withdrew his hand.

"I, uh. Yeah. He punched me and threw me out for loving a man" commented John.

'Loving', that word caught Sherlock's attention immediately.

"John as my partner you of all people should know how much being called a freak and other demeaning words effects me, I'm not made of stone as everyone else likes to think" Sherlock uttered quietly

"I didn't defend our relationship because I've seen what his rejection did to Harry. I didn't want him to treat me like that. You weren't meant to hear it. I'm sorry, please give us another chance" begged John getting on to his knees in front of Sherlock.

John waited for Sherlock to say something or give any action of acceptance. He waited and waited.

Sherlock locked eyes with John and nodded slightly. That was all John needed.

Thrusting up John caught Sherlock's lips with his own. His hands entwined themselves in Sherlock's sleek curls, pulling his face closer to John's. The kiss was heated and passionate within a few seconds. Mounting Sherlock, John pushed Sherlock chest back onto the bed. His hands wandered from Sherlock's hair towards his chest, instantly pulling the buttons of his shirt apart. Buttons broke and flew across the room. Stroking his hands across Sherlock's chest his fingers played with nipples, making them hard quickly. Suddenly their positions were flipped. Sherlock was on top of John mimicking his actions. Both were topless, rubbing themselves against each other. John's fingers flew to Sherlock's trouser zip. He yanked his trousers down showing Sherlock how keen he was for him. Sherlock kicked the rest of his clothing off, while almost ripping the remainder of John's clothing off of him.

Soon they were both completely naked, Sherlock licked the dried blood off of John's face. This only made John harder. His cock was straining, reddening in colour. Neither had touched the other's dicks.

John flipped Sherlock on to his back once again. He kissed his way down Sherlock's chest and down his thighs.

"Sherlock we haven't got any condoms or lube" breathed John.

"Don't care. Just fuck me" panted Sherlock. Arousal dripped from his baritone voice.

John coated his fingers with his saliva, wetting them all over to make it easier for Sherlock to take. With out warning he pushed two fingers into Sherlock and let him adjust to the feeling, than began to thrust them in and out of Sherlock's body. He had reduced the detective to a quivering mass which chanted John's name over and over again.

He deemed Sherlock to be stretched enough, he pulled his fingers out and quickly replaced them with his dick. He sunk into Sherlock fast,

OhGod John moaned. He tried to bury as much of him as humanly possible inside of Sherlock.

"Move, John. Move" puffed Sherlock as he grasped John's arms.

So John did. He pumped himself in and out of Sherlock hitting his prostate with each thrust. Once again Sherlock called out John's name like it was a prayer.

John seized Sherlock's dick with his left hand and began to wank him off in time with his thrusts. With in minutes both men were coming. Sherlock came over John's hand, his white seed coating John's fingers while John came inside of Sherlock. John collapsed onto Sherlock's chest, Sherlock watched as John greedily sucked the come off of his fingers. Grabbing John's face Sherlock kissed him once again.

"I love you, John" mumbled Sherlock as his eyes began to flutter shut.

Giggling slightly, John whispered the same into Sherlock ear as he drifted into sleep.

"I love you too, Sherlock. Love you unconditionally"


Hope you guys like this chapter :)

In reply to drjamband, EliMayz, beargirl1393 and SpencerReidFan89: I'm sorryyyyy! I hope all the angst has been made up for in this chapter.

Reviews are much welcome, I love hearing what you guys think. Remember you can find me on Tumblr over at brokehisactionman or elementarysherlocked

Kt x


Edit:

I am so sorry for any mistakes I have not proof read this chapter and was in a hurry to upload. I can not say sorry enough!


Another Edit:

I have proof read this, I hope I have corrected all of the mistakes. Thank you for reading! :)