Author's Note: I want to apologize profusely for how long this took to post. I've been dealing with a lot of personal problems, but everything is going well again! To top it all off, however, I will be without internet until this coming Monday. (I'm posting from a local coffee house right now!) But I promise it will not take so long next time! Love you all and please keep those reviews coming!


Sherlock woke early the next morning and found John still sleeping, but didn't wake him. Instead, he just watched him sleep. Sherlock didn't think he'd ever seen something so beautiful. He looked so peaceful and he smiled faintly up at him.

When John finally woke, it was to find Sherlock staring at him and smiling. John returned the smile lazily. "What're you lookin' at?"

Sherlock shrugged, "I'm just looking at the most handsome boy I've ever seen," he said cheekily and grinned. He lifted himself up until he was able to straddle John's hips and leaned down to give him a long, slow kiss.

John blushed lightly, kissing Sherlock back and wrapping his arms around the other boy's waist. He loved waking up like this, with Sherlock being the first thing he saw, being able to kiss him good morning.

Sherlock hummed into the kiss and pulled back only when he felt the need to breathe. He rested their foreheads together and sighed happily, eyes closed. "Breakfast should be ready soon," he murmured, staying where he was.

"Do we have to get up?" John whined. "I'm nice and comfy here with you." He tightened his grip on Sherlock, pulling him down so they were pressed flush together.

Sherlock chuckled and lifted John up so he could wrap his own arms around his fiance. "Well... It is Saturday, we could sleep in..."

John grinned and nuzzled his face into Sherlock's neck. "What time is the lawyer coming?"

Sherlock lifted his head and removed one of his arms to start stroking John's forehead as he spoke. "Well, Dad said Ms. Rodin should be here around three this afternoon. I still wanted to show you the rest of the house, did you bring your swimming trunks like I told you to?"

"Yeah. I can only imagine what kind of pool you have after seeing the rest of the house," John said, leaning into Sherlock's touch.

Sherlock smiled, "and a hot tub... And a sauna," he said and kissed John on the cheek. "I'd really like to have you in one of those places," he murmured softly and nipped playfully at the other boy's lower lip.

John smirked a little and hummed against Sherlock's lips. "You're insatiable, Mr. Holmes," he teased.

"Damn right I am," Sherlock said and winked. "It's hard not to be with such a sexy fiancé."

"Well, it's a good thing that the feeling is mutual, then." John moved his hands down a little lower, lightly cupping Sherlock's arse.

Sherlock hummed and gave John a quick peck on the lips. "I'm really curious... What was your first impression of me?" He asked and ran his fingers through the other boy's hair.

John cocked his head to the side, remembering the first day they met. "Well, to be honest I thought that you were a bit helpless," he admitted. "But I also thought that you were quite handsome. And I still do. Not the helpless part though." He gave Sherlock a sly grin. "Now what about you?"

Sherlock chuckled, "I suppose that was a logical assumption, given the situation." He smiled and kissed John on the lips again, "now let's see... The first day we met... Well, I also thought you were really handsome, brave and very kind. I also thought about how great you would look without a shirt on." He grinned down at the other boy, "and I was completely right. You do look dashing without a shirt."

"Well, thank you," John said with a smirk. "You're not so bad yourself." He tilted his head back to kiss under Sherlock's jaw. "I couldn't understand why people would want to hurt you. You didn't seem like the kind to bother anyone."

"Mmm, well I'm really not. But I do have a tendency to spout off deductions that leave people rather upset with me." Sherlock craned his head back To give John more skin to kiss. "That's why I normally don't deduce people... I was so afraid that even though you asked for me to deduce you, that you would call me a freak like all the others." Sherlock turned his head back down to look the other boy in the eyes and lifted his hand to stroke his cheek, "I'm so glad I was wrong," he murmured.

John took the invitation and pressed a trail of kisses along the sharp line of Sherlock's jaw as he spoke. He liked the way that Sherlock's deep voice vibrated under his lips as he kissed him. When Sherlock looked back into his eyes, he smiled and put his hand over his fiance's. "Everyone who called you that just doesn't understand. Yeah, it's kind of bizarre when your whole life comes out of the mouth of a stranger, but it's also really fantastic. It's like magic."

Sherlock grinned, "I love you so much. You've turned my world around, quite completely. Thank you... for loving me, for giving me a chance. I will never be able to tell you enough how grateful I am for you."

"I love you, too," John said softly, threading his fingers with Sherlock's. "You did the same for me, really, and you don't have to thank me for anything. It's my honour to love and be loved by you."

They laid in bed talking and exchanging kisses until Sherlock heard John's stomach growl. "Uh oh," he said and grinned at the other boy, "somebody's hungry." He slid down and placed soft kisses all along John's stomach. "I think we need to feed you."

John squirmed a little, Sherlock's kisses tickling. "Hey, cut it out!" He pushed Sherlock's head from his stomach and sat up. "You make it like I'm a dog or a baby or something," he grumbled, ignoring his stomach making another unattractive noise.

Sherlock raised an eyebrow, "when have I ever treated you like a baby... or a dog?" He sat up and crossed his legs, reaching forward to take John's hands. "Come here," he said and pulled the other boy into his lap, wrapping his arms around his waist.

"Just now," John said, putting his hands on Sherlock's shoulders when he was pulled into the other boy's embrace. "It was just a joke, I didn't mean anything by it." He playfully licked Sherlock's nose.

Sherlock chuckled, "okay good... I wouldn't want to upset you." He scrunched his face up when John licked his nose, "and now you're acting like a dog." He leaned forward suddenly, tossing the other boy on the bed and following him down. Sherlock joined their lips in a firm kiss before letting him go and rolling off the bed. "Come on, I know you're hungry," he said and held out his hand.

John squeaked indignantly when Sherlock pinned him down, and kissed him back just as firmly. He followed Sherlock out of bed and locked their fingers together. "You know you could never upset me. And if you did I would let you know."

Sherlock squeezed John's hand and smiled, "Good." He led them down to the dining hall where breakfast was waiting. His mother and father were sitting at the table eating. "Good morning, boys! I trust you slept well?" Mrs. Holmes greeted them and smiled.

John grinned back at them. "I always sleep well when I'm here," he said with a quick glance at his fiance. "Good morning to you too."

Sherlock walked them both to the table and let go of John's hand to pull out a chair for him. He took a seat next to him, his mother on his other side.

"No nightmares last night, son?" His father asked and Sherlock looked at him in shock, "How did you...?" Siger raised a hand, "Sherlock, it's hard for me not to notice when you wake up in the middle of the night screaming. I didn't come in because I knew you'd want to be left alone." Sherlock sighed and nodded, "yeah... no nightmares last night," he said softly. He really didn't want John to know just how bad the nightmares were, but he supposed it was too late now.

John took the seat offered him and grabbed a few pieces of toast and some bacon and eggs. He turned to look at Sherlock, frowning when his father said that he was actually screaming from the nightmares. He swallowed what was in his mouth, and put a hand on Sherlock's knee. "You can call me next time," he said softly. "I don't want you to have to go through that alone."

Sherlock smiled as best he could and nodded, "I will, I promise." He grabbed a piece of toast and started nibbling on it, ignoring John's glare when he didn't eat more. After breakfast was over, Sherlock went back to his room with John and started to change into his swimming shorts in silence.

John sighed when Sherlock decidedly wouldn't eat any more. He followed him back to his room and started to change. But when Sherlock was unusually quiet, he stepped over to the other boy and hugged him from behind. "You alright?" he asked, nuzzling his face in Sherlock's back.

Sherlock covered John's hands with his own and leaned back into him. "I just... I didn't want you to know I woke up screaming." He sighed and tightened his grip on the other boy, closing his eyes.

John kissed Sherlock's shoulder blade and gently rocked him. "I don't want you to hide that from me. If you have a problem, I'm supposed to make it better." He turned Sherlock around so that he could look into the other boy's eyes. "I know you don't want to talk about the dreams or the memories, but I want to be able to comfort you when they upset you."

Sherlock nodded, "I know... I guess I'm just so used to having to hide it and having to deal with it alone." He leaned down and kissed John on the lips, "I'll try to be open with you about it from now on."

John grinned. "Good. That's all I want." He gave Sherlock a quick squeeze and then finished getting into his swim shorts.

As soon as they were finished dressing, Sherlock took John's hand and led him outside and down to the pool area. It was a closed in pool with glass walls and a glass roof, the hot tub sitting off to the side and a sauna further back. They had a diving board and a slide, as well as a shed with pool toys and floats in it. Sherlock laid his towel on one of the chairs and went to the steps to start getting in.

John smiled wide at the sight and tossed his towel next to Sherlock's, running straight for the diving board. He bounced a few times, then jumped in, bringing his knees up in a 'cannonball' at the last second. He surfaced again a moment later and swam over to Sherlock in the shallow end.

Sherlock smiled as he watched John dive and swam over to meet him as he came back up. "Well... When are you joining the Olympic diving team?" he teased and wrapped his arms around the other boy.

John laughed and returned the embrace. "After I write a novel and go to the moon." He poked his tongue out at Sherlock, then wiggled away, floating on his back.

"Oh really? I look forward to reading it," Sherlock said and swam close to John. He splashed the other boy in the face before swimming off into the deep end, laughing.

"Hey!" John flipped over, spluttering, and swam after Sherlock. He dove under the other boy and popped up in front of him, splashing him quickly and then diving away.

Sherlock chased John around the pool until he cornered him in the shallow end, pinning his wrists to the wall. "Alright... Surrender now, or else," he said breathlessly.

John had thought he was a pretty good swimmer, but Sherlock was fast, and he soon found himself trapped. He looked at him in challenge, a smirk on his face. "Do your worst."

Sherlock grinned widely and dunked one of his hands under the water. He grabbed onto John's crotch and started stroking him underwater through his trunks.

John gasped, clutching at Sherlock. "Oh...oh God..." He rocked forward into his fiance's hand. "Are you sure...this is a good idea?"

"Not at all," Sherlock murmured and smirked, "that's what makes it even more fun. The risk of being caught," he leaned forward and nipped at John's bottom lip as he continued to stroke him.

John whimpered and clung to Sherlock's shoulders, digging his nails into the wet flesh. He was absolutely right; the scandal factor was pretty hot. He rocked his hips in time with his lover's hand, but the friction through his swim shorts wasn't enough. "P-please...more, Sherlock..."

Sherlock leaned in and locked their lips together as he untied John's trunks. He slipped his hand underneath and started stroking him again. His tongue slid against the other boy's and he groaned as his hand moved along John's aroused flesh.

John moaned into Sherlock's mouth, barely able to contribute anything to the kiss because his body was so focused on the feeling below his waist. Being wanked off underwater was something totally new, and it felt spectacular.

Sherlock pulled away from the kiss and sucked on John's lower lip before letting it go. "God, you're so gorgeous," he said huskily. "I just love the way you look when you're like this, so open and vulnerable... All for me."

John whimpered, his head falling back in ecstasy. Sherlock knew just what to do to get him all worked up. He could barely speak through all the sounds the other boy was evoking from him. But he did managed a soft moan of his lover's name.

Sherlock growled softly and pulled both of their trunks down past their hips. The sounds his lover was making caused him to be aroused as well and he wanted to join in. He stepped closer ad pressed both of them together, wrapping his long fingers around their lengths. "Oh God..." he moaned loudly.

John cried out when his lover's cock was pressed to his and he bucked into Sherlock's hand. He scratched down Sherlock's back, leaving red trails in the pale skin, and buried his face in his fiance's neck.

"Shit... oh, John... C-close," Sherlock whimpered and rolled his hips in time with the other boy's. He swiped his thumb across both of their slits and his breath hitched at the feeling.

John bit down on Sherlock's neck out of reflex. He was close too, the sensations all coming together in a whirl of amazing pleasure. He bucked hard against Sherlock, trying to get more friction from his hand and length. "F-fuck...ah...Sh-Sherlock..."

Sherlock cried out when John sank his teeth into him and gripped tighter on their cocks. He moaned and bucked his hips faster as he approached his release. Groaning, he finally came, leaving trails of his release in the water.

John couldn't hold back anymore as he heard Sherlock coming. He tossed his head back and climaxed, his release mixing with Sherlock's and swirling between them. He slumped forward into his lover, closing his eyes. "Damn...You are amazing..."

"Mmm... So are you," Sherlock replied and leaned down to kiss John on the temple. "Somehow we're going to have to clean this up," he murmured, looking down at the water.

John looked down as well. "Hmm...Do you have a bucket or something? We could just scoop the water out." He chuckled a little watching the way it moved.

Sherlock laughed softly and got out of the pool to grab an empty chlorine bucket. He scooped it out and tossed the water off to the side. "There... Better." He sat on the edge of the pool and dipped his feet in, "do you want to get in the hot tub with me? I'll give you a massage." Sherlock grinned down at the other boy.

John looked up at Sherlock, resting his arms on the edge of the pool and kicking his feet absently. "Sounds good to me. You have magic hands, you know. I'm convinced it's from that violin playing." He moved to the steps, fixing his trunks on the way, and climbed out of the pool.

"It's probably because of them being so long too," Sherlock said and smirked. He followed John to the hot tub and sat down in the water, settling his fiancé between his legs and starting to massage his shoulders.

John flinched a little at the temperature change, but quickly relaxed, leaning back against Sherlock with a lazy smile. "Yes, I agree. Mmm, that feels good..." He closed his eyes and let Sherlock work out the knots in his shoulders.

Sherlock focused on the most tense areas and leaned forward to kiss the wet skin as he worked. "I can't get over how sexy you look when you're soaking wet," he murmured.

John hummed in content and opened one eye to peer back at Sherlock. "Is that why you like fucking in the shower so much?" he teased.

Sherlock chuckled, "yes it is. Although... I haven't had a chance to fuck you in the shower. That will have to be remedied soon." His eyes fixed on a drop of water running down the centre of John's back and he leaned in to catch it with his tongue.

John shivered a little, pressing back further into Sherlock. "God, Sherlock. You drive me crazy sometimes." He flipped himself over so he was straddling Sherlock's hips. "And I absolutely love it."

"Do you now?" Sherlock said cheekily and wrapped his arms around the other boy. "Well... why don't you show me?" He smirked and raised his eyebrow, challenging him.

John bit his lip as his cock twitched. He was certainly building stamina now that he was having sex regularly. "It might take a bit more to work me up again. Maybe you could help me out," he whispered, leaning in to nip Sherlock's earlobe.

Sherlock groaned, "maybe if I tell you how horny you make me... Would that help?" he asked, lowering his tone.

"Yes. Tell me every detail," John murmured, rocking slightly. He just couldn't help getting all hot and bothered around Sherlock, even when they'd just gotten off. Blame teenage boy hormones and the fact that his fiance was damn sexy.

"God, John... You just get me so hot, I want to rip your clothes off every time I see you. Even when I watch you eat, I just want to take you. Every part of your body turns me on," Sherlock groaned and gripped tighter to John's hips, grinding up into him.

John made a soft sound and moved his hips harder, already feeling like he had half an erection. "I know just what you mean," he said, voice deep. "Whenever I see you I have to stop myself from getting hard. You're just...unbelievable. I just love your body, your skin, your shape. I love the feeling of being pressed up against you." He dipped his head down to bite Sherlock's pulse. "No one else has ever made me feel like this. Ever."

"I'm glad," Sherlock whispered, pulling John's face closer, "I want to make you forget having anyone else. God, it makes me sound so selfish, but I do." He locked their lips together and moaned as their tongues collided.

John groaned and sucked on Sherlock's tongue as it invaded his mouth. He was pretty much ready now and continued to rock into his lover's lap, the friction evading him because of the resistance of the water. He whined and pulled back to go back down to Sherlock's neck. "I don't remember their names, I don't even remember their faces. I don't know what it feels like to be had by anyone but you."

Sherlock growled and turned them so John's back was pressed against the wall of the hot tub and he was settled between his lover's legs. He swiftly pulled down both of their shorts and rutted desperately against John.

John gasped and then cried out as Sherlock was suddenly on top of him. "Ohh, fuck. Yes!" He started sucking right on Sherlock's pulse, enjoying the speeding beats that he knew were because of him.

"Fuck I want more..." Sherlock groaned and in a few seconds he was straddling his lover's hips and guiding John's cock to his entrance. He didn't bother with preparing himself and just sat down completely, crying out as he was penetrated.

John groaned loudly, his eyes rolling back in his head as Sherlock engulfed him. He was so tight, it was incredible. His hips bucked up out of his control, the friction on his cock from Sherlock's tightness driving him crazy. "Yes...Oh, God, yes!"

"Ohhh, John... yes!" Sherlock moaned and gripped onto the other boy's shoulders, moving up and down as fast as he could. "Christ, you're amazing. I'm s-so lucky to have such an amazing lover. Y-you're just so..." He let out a loud cry and threw his head back as he reached the right angle to pound into his prostate with each thrust. "F-fuck..." he breathed, beyond words now.

John kept thrust up to meet Sherlock coming down, and he moved his lips right next to Sherlock's ear. "You're so fucking hot like this," he breathed, knowing that Sherlock liked it when he talked during sex. "I love feeling you clenching around me. I love the way you say my name." He reached down to tug on Sherlock's cock, swiping his thumb over the slit.

"Oh shit, yes..." Sherlock whimpered and kept slamming down on his lover's cock. John's words alone were bringing him closer to orgasm. "More... t-tell me more," he begged.

John bit his earlobe and then went back to speaking. "I want to have you everywhere. I want to pin you against the wall, I want to find a secluded corner of the school. Anywhere we are, I would throw you down and fuck you so hard."

"Ohhh, yes, John..." Sherlock moaned, each word making his cock twitch in excitement. He could feel himself right on the edge, about to go over with just one more word from his lover.

John squeezed Sherlock's cock as he felt the twitches and used all his power to buck up into his lover. "You have no idea what you do to me, Sherlock. You're so fucking incredible." God, he was so close. But he wanted Sherlock to come first.

"J-John!" Sherlock screamed his lover's name as he came apart. His voice echoed throughout the room and his muscles convulsed around John's cock as he finished.

John cried out and thrust up into Sherlock as he came, soon finding his own release inside of his lover. He kept moving until he was totally spent and then slumped back and pulled Sherlock against him.

Sherlock wrapped his arms around John and closed his eyes, his chest still heaving. "God, that was wonderful." He lifted his head after a while and smiled down at his lover before cupping his cheek and kissing him softly.

John returned the kiss, feeling warm and breathless. When he pulled away he grinned up at Sherlock, then glanced down to see the other boy's second release floating between them. "Looks like we've got to clean the hot tub now too," he said with a laugh.

Sherlock laughed, "yeah, looks like it." He caressed John's face and smiled, "I love you so much. I can't even express to you what I feel for you, John. You're the most wonderful man," he murmured and leaned in to kiss him.

John hummed happily and kissed him back. "I love you, too. You're so perfect. Everything I've always wanted." He gave him another few quick kisses.

Sherlock pulled away and sighed, "I can't wait to be married to you. I want the world to know you're mine forever," he said and ran his thumb across John's cheek.

"I know," John said, glancing at the ring on his left hand. "And I can call you my husband. Sherlock Holmes-Watson."

"That's Mr. Sherlock Holmes-Watson to you," Sherlock said and poked John in the stomach. He laughed and got out of the hot tub to grab the bucket again and clean out the water.

"Well," John said with a playful huff. He pulled himself out of the hot tub after Sherlock and grabbed his towel. His skin was pretty wrinkly at this point and he figured it was best to get out.

Sherlock scooped the dirty water out of the hot tub and glanced at the clock on the wall. He grabbed his own towel and wrapped it around his waist, then grabbed John's hand, pulling him off towards the sauna. "Come on, we'll dry off quicker in here. We have to meet with the lawyer in an hour."

John followed Sherlock into the sauna, letting out a puff of breath at how hot it was. "Wow. This is really cool. You could run a hotel or something in your house with this setup." He sat down on the bench with Sherlock and grinned at him.

Sherlock leaned his head back and closed his eyes, "at one point mum wanted to have a bed and breakfast, but dad doesn't like the idea of having complete strangers in the house." He scooted closer to John and put his arm on the back of the bench behind the other boy.

"Well, I can't blame him for that." John leaned back as well, enjoying the heat and the closeness with Sherlock. It wasn't long before he was sweating steadily.

"Okay, I think we should be good now. Wanna head up to the house and grab a quick shower before the lawyer gets here?" Sherlock asked and stood, holding his hand out for John to take.

John stood and took the offered hand. "Sure. Just as long as you mind your hands," he said with a wink.

Sherlock laughed, "I think I can manage. After all, you did get me off twice in less than an hour. A new record for us, yeah?" He grinned at John and led them back towards the house.

"Yeah. A new record for teenage boys everywhere probably," John said with a chuckle.