Winterimperfect wrote this and I am positive everyone will love this if your a Johnlock or Mystrade fan.
Sherlock was staring out at the night view of the beach as John came out from the kitchen, toweling his hair dry from the shower he just took to remove the chlorine.
"It's really beautiful here." John whispered, noting Sherlock nodding his response.
It was quiet save for a few voices off in the distance. John sat down in the chair next to Sherlock and leaned his head on the others shoulders.
The taller man smiled before raising an arm and lightly wrapping it around John's shoulders, giving the teen enough leeway to get out if he felt uncomfortable in the embrace.
Sherlock looked down at John, not masking the affection for the boy that danced in his eyes when he noted how cute John looked with ruffled hair and a towel still partially on his head.
The blonde looked up, catching the affectionate look the other gave him and he mustered up all his courage to crane his neck up and kiss the older mans full lips.
Sherlock blinked owlishly before he closed his eyes, sliding his hands up Johns sides to hold him gently in the embrace. The reaction gave the teen more courage and he pressed himself fully against the lithe form of the consulting detective.
The taller man gave a growl as he stood up abruptly with John in his arms. Scared to fall off, the small man wrapped his legs around the others thin, but curved hips. Sherlock carried the other into the villa and strode straight to the bedroom where he crawled onto the bed, John still clinging to him like a koala.
"You can let go, now." Sherlock whispered hotly into John's ear. The boy let go and fell the short distance to the mattress below.
The taller man sealed his lips with the boys, the two going into an almost frenzied battle from the length of time they had gone without physical contact. Sherlock made short work of John's jogging pants and palmed the others semi-hard member. The simple touch caused the teen to swell in the others hand until he was at full attention.
The brunette nuzzled John's throat as he slowly made his way down the others body, bypassing the scarred writing to nuzzle at the boys hip bone. He nipped lightly at it, causing the other to keen slightly at the sudden feeling.
Sherlock looked up, his eyes glittering almost in the small amount of light that filtered into the room. He suddenly moved his head down, taking the boy into his mouth and taking it all the way to the root. He was suddenly glad he had no gag reflex. He breathed harshly through his nose as he worked the boy with his tongue, sliding back up the member quickly to play at the head of the others penis. He massaged the frenulum, after a few quick strokes of the tongue he felt the boy spasm. He didn't expect the boy to already cry out his release so soon.
Sherlock's eyes widened as his mouth filled with a bitter, salty, and all around gross flavor. He turned to the side and spat it over the side of the bed. John looked at him, an apology written all across his face.
"Not your fault. I didn't know it was so... vile." Sherlock sputtered, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand.
John still felt bad about it, but didn't have long to feel that way for Sherlock was already probing his entrance with a lubed up finger. He was apparently so lost in thought over releasing in the mans mouth, he completely missed the other man getting up, finding the lube, returning with said lube, and putting it on his hand.
He bit back a gasp as the finger pushed past the first ring of muscle. He forced his body to relax so the finger could breach the second ring, but found it hard to.
"Relax." Sherlock whispered, nuzzling John's neck as he worked the boys entrance. He placed a few open mouthed kisses on John's neck and shoulder and felt the boy relax.
He smiled and made quick work of the preparation, overdoing it even.
"Sherlock. Please." John gasped out, not caring if he wasn't fully prepared or what not. He needed the other now to such an extent he felt he would burst.
The brunette nodded, lubricating his own member before he placed it carefully at John's entrance. The blonde groaned out as he felt the other pushing in, filling him. Stretching him. He didn't even realize how loud he was being.
Sherlock was shocked at how loud the boy was groaning and keening as he slowly entered, lifting the boys hips until he was buried to the root with John in his lap. He wrapped his arms around the younger mans hips and began a slow, grinding movement, since it was the only movement they could really do with one in the others lap.
John's head fell limply back as he cried out when Sherlock's penis rubbed the bundle of nerves that was inside him. Sherlock groaned out as the cries and excitement the other displayed excited him in turn.
"Harder." The boy all but screamed out, jolting Sherlock into action. He laid the boy down on the mattress, lifted and spread the boys legs until he sunk in even deeper into the other and he began to move at a much more vigorous pace, his muscles bunching and clenching as he pushed his body to bring John to heights he'd never experienced before during copulation.
Before long, John had released for the second time that night shortly before Sherlock did the same deep in the warm body of the teen. He rolled off and lay, spent, beside John.
The blonde shifted over to the brunette and rested his head on one of Sherlock's sweaty pectoral muscle and fell into a fitful sleep.
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"Must they be so loud? The last thing I wanted to hear was my own brother giving into his carnal desires for the boy." Mycroft sniffed, going back to his newspaper as the noise stopped and silence fell once more in the villa.
Lestrade glanced to the side, unwilling to tell Mycroft about his dilemma.
Mycroft looked up from the paper and gave Lestrade a look that told the other he figured it out without the other needing to say it.
"I don't know if I should be horrified or disgusted over your current predicament, Greg." He sighed, putting down his newspaper and giving the other a look.
Lestrade looked away, ashamed, causing the red-head to feel guilty. The elder Holmes sighed and stood up, making his way to Lestrade where he put a hand under his chin and turned the other to face him.
Once the Detective's eyes met his own, Mycroft leaned in and pressed his lips to the other in a slow, hypnotizing kiss. The detective reached out and rested his hands on the others hips and slowly brought Mycroft to sit in his lap.
The two wrapped their arms around each other, Mycrofts arms encircled the detective's neck whereas Lestrades arms were hanging loosely around the chubby mans waist. After a few minutes into the slow kiss, Lestrade pulled the other closer, grinding up into his rear to get the message across.
Mycroft pulled away, a light flush dusting his cheeks as he got up, ignoring the obvious tent in his pants as he made his way to the bedroom, knowing Lestrade wouldn't be far behind.
The red-head crawled onto the bed, sitting down in the middle where he began to remove his dress shirt, folding it and placing it on the end table neatly. Lestrade had already shed all his clothes, dumping them on the floor as he aggressively crawled up the bed to where Mycroft was folding his pants and placing them carefully on top of his shirt.
Lestrade put a hand on Mycrofts chest and slowly pushed him down, straddling his waist. He kissed the redhead again before moving down his jawline and latching onto the other's fair neck.
Mycroft went to push him off, but Lestrade growled out, "You're not working, it will be gone before you return. Let me this once."
The elder Holmes relented with a sigh and craned his neck to give the detective better access. Before long, he was keening at how delicious the suction felt on his sensitive neck.
Lestrade lowered a hand and slid it under the chubby mans silk boxers, palming his erection. Mycroft let out a wanton gasp, choked out, "Greg."
That was all Lestrade could take. He growled low in his throat before quickly yanking the others boxers off and worked the other mans penis while he fumbled in the side table for the lube. The grey haired detective shimmied down the redheads body until he was face to penis with Mycroft. He poured the lube generously onto his left hand, and simultaneously took the elder Holmes into his mouth as he pushed a finger into the chubby mans delicate entrance.
Mycroft cried out in surprise at the sensory overload, no longer caring that he was doing exactly what John did and he mentally berated the teen for it.
Lestrade finished up preparing and pulled away, much to Mycrofts disappointment, which didn't last long as the DI flipped the redhead over and swiftly entered him after liberally applying lube to his member.
Mycrofts short fingers grasped the silken bed sheets for purchase as he cried out as the taller man pounding into him in a rough manner. He could tell Lestrade was nearing his limit when he felt the taller mans chest pressing into his back as he reached one hand up to entwine their fingers while the other held fast to the hips below him, bruising the marks into the fair skin. Lestrade pumped his hips a final time before violently shuddering and laying heavily on Mycroft.
Once he regained his breath, he gently rolled the redhead over and pressed a kiss to his temple before lowering a hand to the others dick and pumping it slowly until he created a rhythm that caused the short man to moan gently into the DI's ear until he, too, released.
The two then curled into each other and were lulled to sleep from a mixture of each other's breathing and the soft, rolling waves crashing in the distance.
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