Author's Note: Here's the next chapter everyone! Took a while, but it's here at last. Lots more to come, so keep those reviews coming.
Sherlock fell asleep with his cheek resting on his fiance's head and a smile on his face. The next morning he woke John gently with soft kisses all over his face before planting one on his lips. "Wake up, beautiful... It's time to get ready for school," he murmured softly.
John slept happily through the night and woke the next morning to the gentle caresses of Sherlock's lips. He smiled and kissed him back lazily when they finally landed on his lips, only to groan at the prospect of going to school. "Do we have to? I'm happy right here," he said, snuggling into Sherlock further.
Sherlock chuckled, "yes, we do. I plan on tutoring you to help your grades so you have a better chance of getting into Uni. Besides, I get to go back with you today, remember?" He kissed John on the forehead and jumped out of bed. Then he grabbed the bottom of the comforter that was covering him and yanked it off. "Get up!"
John whined as the sudden cold hit him. "Bloody git. Fine, I'll get up." He rolled off the bed and stretched before smacking Sherlock's bare arse. "Too bad we don't have extra time. Taking a shower without getting turned on is going to be difficult." He walked into the bathroom and turned the water on.
Sherlock inhaled sharply as John's hand slapped his rear. He smirked and followed his fiancé into the bathroom, slipping into the shower with him. "Mmm, I'd say we have enough time for a little fun," he murmured and turned John towards him. He grabbed his lover's hand and placed it on his slightly hardened cock. Then he reached out to grasp onto John's length and began to stroke it.
John hummed and tightened his grip on Sherlock, stroking upward. "Ohhh, you know just how to get me started." He wrapped his free arm around Sherlock's waist, slipping his fingers into the cleft of Sherlock's arse. "And I know how to make it even more interesting."
Sherlock gasped and pulled John closer, reaching his free hand back behind his lover. He leaned down to lock their lips together in a wet kiss. His tongue reached out for John's and stroked against it as he slid his fingers up and down the other boy's crack teasingly.
John groaned into the kiss, nibbling at his lower lip and sucking on Sherlock's tongue as it invaded his mouth. He pulled Sherlock's hand off of his cock and let go of his lover's so that they could grind together. This left both his hands free to reach behind Sherlock and peel his cheeks apart, teasing at his entrance with a few fingers.
Sherlock moaned against his lover's lips and took one arse cheek in each hand, pulling him into a steady rocking rhythm. "John..." he groaned against the other boy's lips before capturing them in another heated kiss.
John kissed him back, letting Sherlock keep his movements going while he focused on what he was doing to his backside. He finally slipped a finger in, thrusting slowly in time with their moving hips. His other fingers teased around the rim of his entrance, and then he slipped in a second finger.
Sherlock continued to rut desperately against his lover and whimpered into the kiss. He reached back and slid one of his own fingers into his fiance's arse and thrust it in and out at the same pace of his hips.
John moaned and kissed Sherlock harder, using a mix of teeth and tongue to try pleasure his mouth as well as the rest of him. He curled his fingers and twisted them, searching for Sherlock's prostate, while his other fingers circled outside. He pulled away from the kiss to breathe, only to move to Sherlock's neck seconds later and start sucking hard.
"Oh God, John," Sherlock moaned and leaned his head back. He slipped in another finger and by memory alone, pressed both fingers against his lover's prostate. He continued to roll his hips against the other boy's, getting closer and closer to release.
John cried out, pushing his fingers into Sherlock further as a response to the hit on his prostate. He ground into Sherlock faster, moving to rest his forehead on Sherlock's shoulder as his body started to shake. "So...so close, fuck..."
"Fuck... so am I," Sherlock moaned out as John's fingers pushed against his prostate. He groaned and rocked his hips harder, starting to vibrate his fingers against his lover's prostate. "Oh... Ohhh, John!" He cried out and his hips started jerking sporadically through his release, spilling across both of their abdomens.
John's breath hitched and then he was crying out as he felt both Sherlock coming against him and his fingers inside. He too orgasmed, pleasure rushing through him as their cum mixed together between them. Body still shaking, John slumped forward, pushing Sherlock back until he was against the wall and stayed there, trying to catch his breath.
Sherlock wrapped his arms around his lover and laid a kiss in his wet hair. He held him for a few moments before maneuvering them both under the shower spray and grabbed a rag, soaping it up to start washing his fiancé off.
John let Sherlock clean him for a moment, then grabbed the shampoo bottle and poured some in his hand. He lathered it up and scrubbed Sherlock's head, turning his dark curls white. "You are amazing, you know," John murmured, kissing Sherlock's ear as he washed his hair.
Sherlock smiled and bent down a little so John could reach better. "You keep saying that... But I really can't see how." He closed his eyes as his lover massaged the shampoo into his scalp.
John rolled his eyes. "Please. You're gorgeous, brilliant, sweet and loving. I don't even think amazing covers it, but it's all I've got." He finished shampooing Sherlock and tipped his head back to rinse. "You just told me yesterday not to be down on myself, so don't you get down on yourself. You're the most incredible person I know."
Sherlock beamed at John and after he was done getting his hair rinsed he leaned down and gave his fiancé a heartfelt kiss. "Thank you, love. That means a lot coming from someone as wonderful as you."
John grinned and returned the kiss. "You're quite welcome." He went to get some more shampoo, quickly lathering and rinsing. Once he was done, he turned back to Sherlock with a smile. "Ready?"
Sherlock smiled, "sure am." He held the shower curtain back and held out his hand, "after you, dear," he said cheekily and winked.
John giggled and stepped out. "Why thank you, darling." He went to the towel rack and grabbed a towel, wrapping it around himself.
Sherlock stepped out of the shower and grabbed the other towel from the rack. "Are you going home after school today?" He asked as he began to dry himself off.
John shrugged. "Probably. I haven't seen Da since Friday." He dried himself and then wrapped the towel around his waist. "You're stealing my away from my family," he teased.
Sherlock smirked, "and you're hiding the rest of your family from me... Or maybe you're just hiding me from your sister, who knows." He shrugged and wrapped his own towel around his waist, walking towards the bathroom door.
John frowned a little. "I'm not hiding her. She... she just never came up," He said hesitantly and followed Sherlock back to his room and started to get dressed. "I could tell you about her if you really want to know."
"Relax... I was just teasing you, love." Sherlock smiled and bent down to kiss John on the cheek as he pulled his pants on. "We don't have to talk about her if you don't want to."
John didn't know if he wanted to. At least not at the moment. "I do want to tell you but, I don't think now is the time. I'll get all worked up and we still have to go to school."
Sherlock nodded, "okay, take as long as you want. No rush, yeah?" He finished getting dressed and once they were both ready, he took John's hand and laced their fingers together. Smiling, he lifted them to kiss the back of his fiance's hand and walked downstairs with him to the car where Mycroft was waiting.
John smiled and squeezed Sherlock's hand. He was so lucky to have such a wonderful person as Sherlock, to love and be loved by him. He followed the other boy downstairs and they got into the car together, starting off for school.
Mycroft looked at both boys in the rear view. "All I ask of you both is please no snogging in my car, contain those teenage hormones."
Sherlock rolled his eyes and scoffed, "Unlike you, Mycroft, we know the meaning of privacy. There will be no snogging in public, we save that for when we are alone." He looked over at John and smirked.
Mycroft cleared his throat, "very well then, off we go." He pulled out of the driveway and towards the school.
John flushed a little, as snogging in the car reminded him of their escapade in the limo at Sherlock's birthday party. He quickly shook his head, not wanting to dwell on it and then have an awkward erection to deal with. He leaned into Sherlock's side and closed his eyes.
Sherlock chuckled and rested his cheek on top of John's head, almost falling asleep on the ride to school. When they arrived, Sherlock kissed John on the top of the head and kept their hands linked as they exited the car.
He led them through the front door, not expecting the welcome that they received. As soon as they started down the hall, the entire school broke out into applause. Sherlock almost felt tears come to his eyes and he smiled, gripping tighter to his fiance's hand.
John had been nervous to go inside, he had to admit. But of all the things he thought might happen, he never expected the response they got. He smiled wide and looked up at Sherlock, seeing his eyes shining with the beginnings of tears. And it only made him all the happier. Sherlock deserved this, after everything he'd been through before they had met. Finally, he wouldn't feel like no one cared.
Mary approached them as they made their way to class and smiled sadly. "John... I wanted to apologise. To both of you actually, but especially you. I'm sorry for what I did and what I've been saying since... I had no idea that Seb was capable of something so... horrid." Tears came to her eyes as she spoke and she wiped them away with her sleeve.
John couldn't help but smile in return, the sincerity touching. "It's alright. In a way, it kind of helped us to finally admit that we loved each other." He glanced at Sherlock with a grin. "But if you want, you could try to keep an ear open for anything else, maybe kill the rest of those rumours if anyone still believes them."
Mary nodded, "yes, of course." She walked away, but turned back with a smile. "Just so you know, you two are officially the hottest couple at school now." She winked and turned away, walking back down the hall.
Sherlock chuckled and looked at John, "took them long enough to realise it, yeah?" He said and winked at his fiancé, leaning down to peck him on the cheek. He walked John to his first class and walked away towards his own.
John blushed a little and scratched the back of his neck. That was something he was going to have to get used to. He grinned as Sherlock kissed him, and gave him one back before stepping into his first class of the day.
Sherlock spent his morning catching up in each class. He was able to finish all the work he'd been assigned while absent as well as the current assignments all before lunch. He sat down in the cafe and waited for John to get there, not bothering to grab any food but an apple because he knew his fiancé would fuss if he just didn't eat.
John got quite a few smiles and pats on the back during his first classes. A few people even expressed jealousy that the two of them were off the market. He just smiled back and tried to act nonchalant. The attention was very different, but not entirely unwelcome.
By lunch he was pretty hungry and he grabbed a tray, sitting down with Sherlock when he found him. "You really need to eat more than that," he said at the sight of the apple. "Have some chips at least, they made them pretty well today." He passed his tray halfway to Sherlock. "How was class?"
Sherlock sighed, but relented and picked up a chip and took a bite. He shrugged, "nothing special... I managed to make up all my work," he said and smiled, "now... I was serious when I said I'd tutor you in any classes you're having trouble with. I want to make sure you have the best chance of getting into Uni, I can't bear letting you go off fighting in some war." He frowned at the thought of it, of living without John by his side or even just a car ride away like he was now.
John grinned when he saw Sherlock eating. He started to eat the rest of his lunch and thought about the subjects he struggled in. "Well, I'm pretty good at history and English. It's math and stuff that gives me trouble. Ever since we stopped doing algebra it's like a different language or something." Part of him felt a little silly, though, that he needed tutoring in the first place. Sherlock was so brilliant and he was just average.
Sherlock smiled reassuringly and patted John's hand, "well... we will get started right away." Sherlock spent the rest of the day helping John as much as he could on labs and their class assignments. Their last class was Chemistry and Sherlock stood behind his fiancé, hand wrapped around the other boy's as he held a beaker full of water over a Bunsen burner.
"So.. the trick is to keep rotating it, that way you heat up the entire surface." Sherlock guided John's hand in circles over the flame. "See?" he said softly next to his fiance's ear, eyes fixed on the beaker.
John blushed a little, though whether it was the heat of the burner or Sherlock's closeness, he didn't know. But he was grateful for the help, because Sherlock didn't just give him the answers. He made him understand, and that in turn made it easier to understand other things. "You're quite the teacher, Mr. Holmes," he said, glancing back at Sherlock with a smirk.
Sherlock chuckled, "that's only because I have such a great student. This wouldn't be nearly as easy if you weren't so good." He smiled and continued to rotate the beaker. After a few moments, he leaned down to whisper in John's ear. "Now... there are a lot of other things I could teach you that aren't at all appropriate in a classroom setting," he said with a smirk and nipped at John's earlobe.
John shivered at Sherlock's voice in his ear but he tried to keep cool. "Watch it, Sherlock, or I might just drag you to a broom cupboard and pin you to the wall." He rolled his hips back subtly, so that if anyone saw it they would think he was just shifting his position.
Sherlock gasped and let go of the beaker, sending it crashing to the table. He cleared his throat, "sorry... Mrs. Hooper, my fault. Hands are a little shaky today." He glared playfully at his fiancé and went to grab some towels to clean up the mess. "At least it was only water," he murmured as he wiped the table and tried to hold back his laughter.
John smirked at Sherlock as he cleaned the water, and went to gather the pieces of the beaker. "You better take a break, love. Lest you drop something more volatile." He winked and put the pieces in the bin with the other broken glassware.
Sherlock stuck his tongue out and sat on the stool taking notes the rest of the class. When the last bell rang, he smacked John on the arse as they walked out the door. "You're a bloody tease, you know that?" He murmured in his fiance's ear as they walked to the car.
John jumped, instantly flushing and hoping no one had seen that. He glared at Sherlock as they made it to the car park. "You started it, Mr. Ear-Nibbler." He flicked Sherlock on the nose and then opened the car door.
Sherlock laughed, "I can't help it... you're just that irresistible." He smiled and opened the other car door, joining John in the back seat. He instructed Mycroft to take the other boy home and when they arrived at his flat, Sherlock walked his fiancé up the stairs and to his front door.
John reluctantly stepped up to the door when they reached his flat. "I'll miss you tonight," he said, getting onto his toes to peck Sherlock on the cheek.
Sherlock pulled John into an embrace and rested his cheek on the top of his head. "You can always call or text me," he murmured and placed a kiss on the other boy's temple.
John hummed softly and hugged Sherlock in return, not wanting to let go. "Yeah, I could." He needed to start getting used to this, though. Even if he didn't go for the army after all, chances were they wouldn't be at the same university. They'd wind up having many visits but eventually they would have to say goodbye, and it was only going to get harder.
Sherlock sighed and pulled back far enough to look down into John's eyes. He cupped his cheek and smiled, "I'll see you at school tomorrow, yeah? Meet you out front." Sherlock leaned down and gave his fiancé a loving kiss, then rested their foreheads together. He didn't want to let him go, wishing that they could just stay together all the time. But he knew that wasn't possible, at least not right now.
John closed his eyes, just enjoying Sherlock's closeness, feeling his warmth, breathing him in. Someday they wouldn't have to do this, but for now they didn't have a choice. "I love you," he whispered.
Sherlock sighed, "I love you, too John. More than anything." He kissed the other boy again and pulled back, "I guess you better go before your father comes out and drags you in," he said softly and smiled.
John laughed a little, ending in a sigh. "Yeah, I guess. See you tomorrow then." He gave Sherlock one last, lingering kiss and then turned to open the door. He waved at Sherlock and then stepped inside, heading up to the flat.
Sherlock waved until John was out of sight then sighed, shoving his hands into his coat pockets and heading back down the stairs. He got into the car with Mycroft, staring out the window the entire ride home.