Author's Note: Trying my best to make up for the lack in posts the past month! Starting my new job has been quite demanding on my time. Sailorxstar and I thank you all for continuing to read and please keep reviewing! We love hearing from you!

The next morning John was well rested and happy to find that Sherlock was in his bed with him. He would never get tired of waking to his fiance's beautiful face. John pressed gentle kisses to his forehead, cheeks, nose, everywhere.

Sherlock awoke with a soft hum and his eyes flickered open to look up at his wonderful fiancé. "Good morning, love," he mumbled sleepily and stretched his legs.

John smiled and kissed him again. "Morning." He looked over to his clock on the table and pouted when he saw that they needed to get up.

"That time already?" Sherlock whined and nuzzled his face in John's shoulder. "I think we should skip out today... Your bed is rather comfy," he murmured into his lover's neck, giving it a kiss.

John tilted his head, pretending to think about it. "Hmm...spend all day in bed with my fiance, or go to school and have to sit through lessons when all I want to do is kiss you all over. Tough choice."

Sherlock pouted and poked his fiancé in the side. "Hey! It's not that tough of a choice, you git." He stuck his tongue out and turned away, pretending to be mad.

John squeaked a little when Sherlock poked him and rubbed his side. He decided to play along with Sherlock's fake anger. "Aw, Sherlock. Of course it's not, I was teasing." He scooted close and kissed his lover's ear. "Is there anything I can do to make it up to you?"

"Hmm..." Sherlock rubbed his chin. He turned and smiled cheekily at his lover. "Wash me in the shower?"

"My pleasure." John rolled off the bed, landing on his feet and holding out a hand for Sherlock. "I have to warn you though. My shower is a bit tight."

Sherlock took the offered hand and smirked, pulling John's naked body flush against his own. "Mmm, that just means we get to be closer," he said with a wink.

John licked his lips, kissing Sherlock firmly. "Watch it, Sherlock, or we'll never make it to the bathroom."

Sherlock chuckled and put his hands up, backing away. "Alright, alright... Sorry, dear." He smiled and pecked John on the lips.

John grinned and led Sherlock out to the bathroom. He started the water, looking for some extra towels before stepping in. He wasn't kidding when he said the shower was tight. There was just enough room for them to both stand inside with a centimetre between them.

Sherlock stepped in after John, his front to his lover's back. He reached up to begin massaging his shoulders, leaning forward and kissing the nape of his neck.

John hummed, all the tension disappearing from his shoulders. "You have magic fingers, my love," he said, glancing back at Sherlock.

"Mmm," Sherlock hummed against John's skin, "you're the only one who will ever experience them." He nuzzled the side of John's neck for a few moments, but froze. "John? What time does your father wake up?" he murmured softly.

John shrugged a little, pouting when Sherlock stopped moving. "He might be gone already. Why?"

"Because I think I just heard your bedroom door open and close," Sherlock replied quietly. He stayed still and kept his ears open for any other noises. Footsteps started making their way closer and he buried his face in John's neck. "Shit..." Sherlock breathed, not moving an inch.

John turned out towards the bathroom, pushing Sherlock behind him. Dear God, they just couldn't escape without someone breaking in and trying to kill them. He waited, seeing if the person would be able to get in the door. He had locked it...

There was a knock at the door and Sherlock stayed still. He nudged John in the back. "I think it's your father... If I'm right, you should be the one to respond," he whispered.

John reached back, grabbing one of Sherlock's hands and squeezing. "Y-yeah?" he called out. He was terrified of what he might get as an answer.

"John? I can't find my car keys... Do you remember the last place I had them?"

Sherlock sighed in relief and slumped against John. In a way he was glad it was his fiance's father, but he wasn't too fond of the idea of him possibly finding them in the shower together.

John let out a held breath and smiled. "Did you, um, leave them in your other jacket?"

There was a pause and then, "Maybe. I'll check." His father's footsteps moved away, but then turned back. "Did Sherlock go to school already?"

John flushed a bit. "Well..."

"He's in there with you, isn't he?" John's face burst in red and he said nothing. "Clean up after yourselves, please," his father said and then walked away.

Sherlock snickered against John's skin, his body shaking with silent laughs. "God... that could have been so much worse," he said and pulled away, still laughing.

John's blush slowly quelled and he leaned back, joining in Sherlock's laughter. "Imagine if he had actually walked in!" He turned around and pressed his forehead into Sherlock's shoulder as he let himself laugh, more heartily than he had in a while.

Sherlock laughed harder and wrapped his arms around his lover. "That... would have even made me blush." He reached around John to grab the soap and shook the bottle in front of his face. "Shall we?"

John grinned, taking a few breaths to calm down and then nodded. He took the bottle and grabbed a wash rag, pouring out some soap onto it. Then he spun Sherlock around and started washing his back.

Sherlock hummed and slumped his head forward so John could wash his neck too. "I really enjoyed myself last night. I wonder if your father heard us..." he said and smirked.

John washed Sherlock's neck and then moved back down his spine, and even a little lower. "If he did, he was very nice not to mention it just now. But I like to think that he didn't hear at all."

"Yeah, I think it would be best if he didn't. That would make for awkward conversation," Sherlock said and chuckled. He turned around so John could wash his front and leaned forward to peck his lover on the lips.

John could only imagine. Knowing his father, he might try to give him 'the talk'. He washed down Sherlock's front, making sure to get his arms and legs as well. "There, I think you're nice and clean."

Sherlock grinned, "except for my mind... That, I'm afraid, is a hopeless cause." He grabbed the rag from John and squirted more soap on it. He turned his fiancé around and started to wash his back.

John smirked a little. "Looks like I haven't been a very good influence on you." He leaned back, enjoying Sherlock washing him. "Then again, I think it was a mutual exchange."

"Oh it was very much mutual. After all, I did try to seduce you the first day we met. You're just so sexy I couldn't help myself." Sherlock leaned forward and kissed down the side of his lover's neck as he continued to wash him.

Once they were both clean, Sherlock grabbed John by the shoulders and placed a firm kiss on his lips, only lingering for a second before pulling back with a smirk and stepping out of the shower.

John hummed softly, tilting his head over. He never wanted to shower alone again. He licked his lips and followed Sherlock out of the shower, grabbing himself a towel. "You are such a tease," he said, pinching Sherlock's arse.

Sherlock gasped and smiled, "I learned from the best," he smacked his lover's arse and walked past him to the bedroom.

John grinned, following him out to his room. He opened his closet, looking for something that Sherlock might fit into. But most of his clothes were made for someone shorter and pudgier. "Maybe we should have planned this better. Although, I do like the idea of you walking around my flat with no clothes on."

"Mmm... But do you like the idea of me walking around school with no clothes on? Lots of wandering eyes you know," Sherlock said and winked at his fiancé.

John shrugged. "No, I don't. So I guess you just can't go to school then." He gave Sherlock a cheeky smile and pushed him down towards the bed. "And I can't possibly go to school by myself, so I guess we're both stuck here."

Sherlock grinned up at his lover, "Hmm... I wonder what we can do to occupy our time?" There was a sparkle of mischief in his eye as he looked John up and down.

"Well, we have the whole flat to ourselves for at least eight hours. No one to hear us, or accidentally stumble in. What could we possibly do..." John moved to straddle Sherlock, putting his hands on the other boy's shoulders.

Sherlock groaned and instantly wrapped his arms around his lover. He smiled up at him, "I have no idea, love... Why don't you tell me what you have in mind?" He took his index finger and slid it down the front of John's torso, stopping at his hipbone.

John let out a low sound. "Well...I think that you should lay down on your back." He pushed Sherlock so he was laying flat. "And I'll get you all worked up..." John climbed over him and kissed down his neck. "And when you're ready, I'll ride you," he whispered, nipping his ear.

Sherlock shivered at his lover's tone, "that sounds... so fucking hot..." He leaned his head back, stretching out his neck to give John better access to the skin there.

John lapped at Sherlock's neck, tongue gliding over an older mark he'd left there. "Figured you'd think that." He started sucking a new mark in place just below it. He was glad that they were already naked, because his hands had full access to Sherlock's gorgeous pale body without fumbling with clothes. He ran his hands along his lover's chest and down his sides.

Sherlock groaned and arched his back into his lover's touches. John could reduce him to a puddle within seconds and he loved it. His hands came to rest on the other boy's hips, gripping tightly as he showered attention on him.

John made his way down Sherlock's body, nipping, sucking, licking, kissing. He wanted to hit every inch of his lover's skin with something. Where his mouth couldn't reach his hands roamed, trailing ghosting touches or pausing in spots to massage the skin.

He went slowly and thoroughly until his lips finally reached Sherlock's crotch. He smirked up at him and blew on the head of his cock before coming back up and kissing Sherlock firmly on the lips.

Sherlock let his hands drop to his sides as his lover lavished his body in kisses. By the time he made it to Sherlock's crotch, he was a quivering, moaning mess.

When John locked their lips together, Sherlock kissed back hungrily. He lifted one of his hands to grasp the back of his lover's head and bring him closer.

John pressed down so he could grind into Sherlock as they kissed, but he made sure to only create minimal friction as he still wanted to tease Sherlock a little. He pulled away from his lover's kiss swollen lips and brought a hand up to trace them. "You are incredibly gorgeous like this," he breathed.

Sherlock moaned, "and you look absolutely amazing on top of me." He let his hands roam down his lover's back. He smiled and let his fingers dip between John's arse cheeks. "I want to be inside of you so badly... I want to pound into you until you're screaming in pleasure," he whispered against the other boy's lips.

John whimpered and pushed towards Sherlock's fingers. All of his attention to Sherlock had left himself wanting. "Please...fuck me, please..." He buried his face in Sherlock's neck and rocked into him again.

Sherlock brought one of his hands up in front of John's face and stuck three fingers at his mouth. "Here... suck," he breathed and whimpered.

John obeyed, taking in his fingers and sucking them, imagining they were Sherlock's length. He lolled his tongue around them, making sure they were good and soaked.

Sherlock removed his fingers once the were wet enough and brought his hand back behind his lover, pushing one inside his entrance. "I love the way you feel inside, so hot and tight..." he whispered huskily against John's lips. "You like having my cock in you, don't you? Tell me... tell me how much you want it."

"Ohhh..." John moaned and pushed his hips onto that long finger of Sherlock's. His lover's words only added to the ache between his legs and the desperation for more. "Yes...Yes I love it. I feel so full with you inside me. You own me, Sherlock. Please, please fuck me..."

Sherlock added a second finger and scissored them, stretching open his lover. "I love it when you talk dirty to me... It makes me want you even more," he murmured and added a third finger, pushing them in deeper.

John's breath hitched and he whimpered at the feeling. "Please, Sherlock...I need you." He dug his fingers into Sherlock's shoulders to try to keep himself from reaching down and stroking himself.

As soon as he felt his lover was stretched enough, Sherlock removed his fingers and spit into his hand. He reached down and coated his erection in it and then grabbed onto John's hips. Lifting him up, he angled his own hips until the tip of his cock pressed against his lover's entrance and guided him down onto it.

John let Sherlock set him in place, tossing his head back with a moan as he was penetrated. But once he had reached the hilt of his lover, he took over, starting to rock his hips and clench his arse around him. "Oh, God yes...You feel so good, Sherlock..."

"Fuck yes... S-so do you, John..." Sherlock breathed and snapped his hips up to meet his lover's thrusts. "God, you look so good bouncing on my cock. I love that I'm the only one who's ever had you like this." He moaned loudly and threw his head back.

John let out a cry as Sherlock's extra movement caused a hit on his prostate. He bent over, putting his hands on his lover's chest as he continued to move. "I...Yes, Sherlock, only for you...Fuck..." He bowed his head, fingers curling on Sherlock's skin.

Sherlock hissed in pleasure as John's nails dug into his skin. He gripped tighter to his lover's hips in response and started moaning steadily as John kept slamming himself down onto his cock.

John started moving faster, moving one of his hands down to stroke his own cock. He still marveled at the fantastic feeling of not having a condom between them. It was a bit more rough, but it really made them able to feel each other. "Ohh, Sherlock...C-close..."

Sherlock grabbed John's wrist and forced his hand off himself. "No..." he growled, "I want you to come with just my cock. Can you do that for me?" He looked up at his lover, his eyes telling him that he wasn't going to really force him to try if he didn't want it.

John swallowed and nodded, melting under Sherlock's gaze. He knew he could, it would just take a little longer. And why not enjoy it for as long as possible. He still felt close, however, now that he had touched himself a little, and he slowed just enough to calm down again.

Sherlock smiled seductively up at John and smacked his arse. He gripped tightly to his lover's waist and brought him down harder on his cock, trying to slam into his prostate with every thrust. He bit his lip and leaned his head back, gaining pleasure from it just because of John's obedience to his request.

John cried out as Sherlock had the perfect angle to hit his sweet spot, and he gripped his lover's shoulders, nails surely leaving marks. Each movement was driving him closer and closer to the edge, pleasure coursing fast through him. "More, Sherlock. Harder!" he managed around a moan.

Sherloc snapped his hips up faster and smacked his lover's arse again. He groaned and could feel his legs shaking as he continued to pound up into him. "Ohhh, fuck yes, John... God... You're brilliant... Oh shit."

John's breathing was laboured as he nearly sobbed with the sensations. "Ah...Oh, yes...Fuck, yes, Sherlock!" With a few hard slams between both of their efforts, John was coming hard, spilling out onto Sherlock's chest and abdomen. He made sure that he clenched his muscles tightly around his lover's cock as he rode his orgasm.

Sherlock watched in awe as John's cock twitched between them and come spurted from it. The feeling of his lover's muscles clenching around him and the sound of him orgasming brought him to his own release. "Fuck... John!" He screamed an his back arched as he came deep inside John.

John gasped at the hot sensation of Sherlock filling him. He finally slumped forward, slipping off of his lover to splay on top of him. "Dear God...I swear, anyone else and I probably wouldn't have enjoyed sex like this."

Sherlock chuckled breathlessly, "you mean you wouldn't have enjoyed it this much or you wouldn't have enjoyed the way we did it?" He turned his head and kissed John on the temple.

"A little of both," John admitted, burying his face in Sherlock's neck. "I have to be honest, before we met, I was a little afraid of, you know...gay sex." He flushed a bit, hiding his face further.

Sherlock chuckled and nudged John's shoulder, trying to get him to look at him. "Really? Why did it scare you?" he asked, genuinely curious.

John lifted his face a little, but not all that way. "I don't know. I think a lot of guys are scared of it, gay or straight or whatever. I mean, technically it's not 'natural' and I read more than once that it really hurt and could be dangerous."

He finally looked up at Sherlock and smiled. "But then you came along and suddenly that didn't matter anymore, just like it didn't matter that I was unsure of my sexuality in the first place. I guess when you find the right person, everything just...clicks."

Sherlock smiled, "yeah, I know what you mean. I'd had a lot of offers you know... Before you. Some of the kids of my parents' friends would come onto me, just wanting sex and nothing more." He shrugged, "But I just didn't want that. I wanted my first time to be with someone special... Someone I truly loved and who loved me back." He cupped John's cheek and kissed him softly on the lips, "And it was."

John let out a soft sound of content as he kissed Sherlock back. He smiled a little sadly at him. "I just wish that you had been my first too. My first time was really awful." He grimaced at the memory.

"Well... Technically I was your first. I mean, you'd never had sex with another boy before..." Sherlock smiled at John and got lost for a while, remembering their first time together.

John smiled a little. "Well, yes, that is true. And I certainly had never had anything up my arse before you." He put a hand over his heart, feigning shock. "Oh, Mr. Holmes. You stole my virginity!"

Sherlock grinned and turned until he was hovering over his lover, "Yes, I have turned you into quite the little deviant, hmm?" He leaned down and captured John's lips in another kiss, sliding their tongues together nice and slow.

John pulled Sherlock down closer, enjoying the touch of their tongues. If they hadn't just done something, he would already be half hard just from that.

Sherlock pulled back after a while, "oh yes... Definitely my little deviant," he said breathlessly and smiled down at John. He propped himself up on one elbow and reached up to stroke the side of his lover's face. "I love you so much... I don't think I can say it enough," he murmured.

John leaned into the touch, smiling softly. "Please, don't stop." He wrapped his arms around Sherlock, hands landing on the small of his back. "I love you, too. I never imagined that I could be this happy."

Sherlock sighed happily and settled himself on top of John. "So..." he said, still stroking the other boy's face, "three days until we meet with the lawyer... Think you're ready?"

John rubbed his thumbs over Sherlock's skin, quirking his mouth. "I think I am. It's just one step closer to putting that bastard away."

"I just can't believe it... I overheard the mum and dad talking about it and they said I died... That my heart stopped." Sherlock frowned and closed his eyes tightly, taking a calming breath before opening them again. "It's a miracle I'm alive right now... here with you. And I'm so glad."

John shook his head, hating to think about it. He brought one of his hands up to Sherlock's chest and put it over his beating heart, needing to feel the pumping muscle. "I was so scared..." he said softly. "When they carried you out, I really thought I had lost you. I'm grateful everyday to even hear you breathe."

Sherlock leaned down to kiss his lover deeply, "I'm here, love... We're both here together and we're going to be okay now." He cupped John's cheek again and smiled down at him.

John swallowed and kissed him back, taking the comfort happily. "I know. I know we are." He put his arm back to where it was, holding Sherlock close to him, relishing in their closeness.