Well here it is, the very last chapter. Thank you for all the reviews and the support and just being lovely. Heart haribo sweets for you all! I hope you like it, Its very very cheesy eeeek I'm thinking of making a sequel, just because I love writing Sherlock and John. What do you think? Anyhoo I hope you like this chapter. xxxxxxxxxxxxx
John took of his clothes and put on a pair of comfy pyjamas. An old T shirt and his boxers was what he always chose to sleep in. He slipped under the sheets. He closed his eyes, despite being exhausted he knew he would not sleep. He heard the faint sounds of footsteps pacing outside his door.
'You can come in Sherlock'. John sat up in bed as his flatmate tentatively opened the door.
'I made you a cup of tea. But then I wasn't sure if you wanted company. I knew you were awake, I didn't want to bother you' John got up out of bed and slipped on his dressing gown. He moved to the door and came face to face with Sherlock. John took the cup from Sherlock's hands, it was stone cold.
'Come, I think we could both do with a cup, after the day we have just had'
John set about making them both making a cup of tea. He got out two mugs and opened the jar of tea bags.
He felt Sherlock's hands on his shoulders, it took him all the energy in the world to turn around.
'You're still here. I thought you were going to die. We all did. Even Lestrade. I thought I would never see you again.' Sherlock began to run his hands all over John's body as if proving to himself that yes, John was real, his eyes glistened with tears.
'You lived, why did you live and not the others?'
'They gave up Sherlock. They believed they were going to die, so they did, I never gave up hope that I would get out of there I forced myself to stay alive.'
'Yes but why?'
'It's what I do Sherlock. When I was shot, when he had me trapped in that godforsaken flat. Both times I forced myself to stay alive. It's what I do. I had to stay alive, so I carried on.'
'Why John? Why did you have to stay alive?' Sherlock reached out a hand and cupped John's cheek. 'Normal, average John, no different from anyone else, yet you lived. You had to get out of there. You had something to get out of there for something. Someone. You had what the others did not.'
The penny dropped and John understood what Sherlock was trying to tell him. They were both trying to hide their tears now. A mixture of relief at what they had just been through, and overwhelmed by the emotions of what they both knew what was to come.
John reached out and lightly held Sherlock's arms, sliding down to meet Sherlock's hands.
'You. I had to get back to you Sherlock.'
Sherlock nodded, the same nod he gave whenever John figured something out for himself. He took John's hand, placing the other above his heart.
'It's yours'
'I thought the great Sherlock Holmes had been reliably informed he didn't have a heart?' John teased.
'I didn't, then you came along. I only think it started beating when I saw your face'
They stood there. Perfectly still for moments. The kettle boiled, they ignored it. They ignored everything. The world outside of 221B Baker's street simply didn't exist.
'Show me' Sherlock bit his lip, immediately regretting what he said. He had asked too much, taken things too far.
To his surprise John nodded. Leaving Sherlock's embrace. He slowly pulled of his dressing gown and folded it over a dining chair. He then pulled his T shirt over his head and stood there, perfectly still. He couldn't look Sherlock in the eye, he screwed his eyes shut and hoped it would all be over quickly.
The gunshot had left a scar. There was a clear hole where the bullet had entered the shoulder and around it was raised damaged flesh.
He could see Sherlock examining the wound, deducing what was type of weapon had made the shot, who could have likely shot him. How far away he was, everything. What he wasn't expecting was what happened next. Sherlock leaned forward and kissed the wound. A light, tender kiss, It reminded John of the type of kiss his mother had given him after putting a plaster on his childhood scrapes.
'It's ugly'
'It's beautiful.'
Then he kissed up John neck, finding a pulse point and making him shiver. Along the jawline and finally finding his mouth. They savoured the kiss for a few moments before it deepened. They began to kiss with almost brute force, Sherlock almost drew blood.
'I need you John, inside me. Now' He grabbed John's hands.
'Sure you're ready?' John asked, he didn't want to rush anything.
'I'm sure' He kissed John again, they walked in silence up the stairs. John took Sherlock's trembling hand and led him to the bed.
'If it gets too much, just tell me' John tried to reassure Sherlock, Sherlock just laughed.
'You almost died tonight and you are trying to comfort me' John shut him up with a kiss. The kiss was deep, Sherlock was certain John was trying to swallow his head. Sherlock pulled away then led a path of kisses over John's jaw line. He then nibbled at his neck leaving marks, he wanted everyone to know that John was his, all his. John played with Sherlock's shirt buttons, he took it off and then undid his belt and took of his trousers. He was already painfully hard and so was John.
John ran his hands all over Sherlock's chest, his nails leaving faint red marks. He took Sherlock's nipple in his mouth, swirling his tongue over it till it was a hard bud. He could hear Sherlock moan and then his hips buck as John switched to the right nipple.
Sherlock kissed John everywhere, all over his face, his chest and legs. John kissed him everywhere back. Leaving a trail of light, quick kisses over his legs chest and face. He then pinned him down on the bed clambering over him. They both groaned as John rubbed their erections together. John pulled their boxers down together and threw them on the floor. He opened the draw next to his bed he pulled out a condom and a bottle of lube.
He bit his lip as he saw Sherlock panic. He kissed Sherlock lovingly and ran his hands through his hair.
'Its ok, its ok' He soothed 'I'm not going to hurt you I promise.
Sherlock nodded, 'I want you John, I want you so badly'
John kissed Sherlock's chest and kissed the tip of his cock. He then swirled his tongue over the tip and smiled as Sherlock groaned. He licked the sensitive skin underneath and then took Sherlock in his hand and stroked. He settled into a quick rhythm and soon Sherlock came hard in his hand. After Sherlock came they went back to kissing and petting.
'Ready?'
He picked up Sherlock ankle and kissed the smooth skin.
Sherlock, fed up with his teasing, nodded.
John picked up the bottle of lube and slicked some of the cold liquid over his hand then on Sherlock. He went back to kissing Sherlock, Sherlock forced his tongue in exploring his mouth. With great care and time he inserted a finger, then a second, opening Sherlock up. She moaned and John thought that very sound would make him come. Sherlock opened Sherlock legs and put a pillow under him to get a better angle. He positioned himself. He was so turned on seeing Sherlock so open. He tore open the condom wrapper with his teeth and placed it on himself. Then poured lube over himself. Because it was Sherlock's first time he used more then was necessary. He positioned himself and slowly, little by little pushed himself in. The feeling was indescribable, Sherlock was so tight against him. He stayed very still for a second, getting used to the new feeling before moving.
Sherlock winced in pain at first but eventually the pain subsided and what was left was nothing he had even felt before. John was inside of him, once his body stopped fighting against John his body welcomed him. As if John should have always had been there. John was moving frantically, hips bucking, he moaned and then came hard. It was the best orgasm he had ever had in his life.
Sherlock hated it when John pulled out, his body missed John. They lay there, covered in their own mess but they both were too comfortable and could be bothered to move.
Sherlock nestled into John. They settled down to sleep.
'I love you John'
'I love you too'
John's shoulder never bothered him again.
He, John Watson was in love with Sherlock Holmes. This could only be good