Chapter 29

Disclaimer: I don't own Sherlock or anything.

Author's note: Please review! Thank you! A 'steamy' scene is in this chapter, no sex though. I have put a warning up.

The coach came to a stop outside Sherlock and John's homes. The students had grumbled when they had found out that they had to be brought off by their parents or guardians. Seriously, they weren't children! But after an eventful trip learning about the French culture they were all tired and though everyone else was awake, now they were close to their home, Sherlock and John were asleep, resting against each other.

Freya tried calling their names but the boys were completely out.

The coach doors opened and two men walked on.

"Wow! Sherlock and John look like their dads!" Abigail exclaimed.

They were right. Though Sherlock and John looked a lot like their dads, they did have a few features from their mums too.

Ron and Alan gave the students a small smile and looked around the coach for their sons.

"There they are!" Alan smiled and they moved down the coach to the sleeping boys.

"Sherlock! John!" Ron called.

John mumbled something and fell back asleep.

"Don't you wish they were four again and we could just carry them to the house?" Ron sighed.

"Speak for yourself; I could so carry John now." Alan said proudly.

"Oh, really?" Ron raised an eyebrow well naturedly. The Holmes and Watson fathers did like challenges.

"Definitely!" Alan said with his chin up.

"Prove it." Ron challenged.

Alan looked down at John and then back at Ron.

"No problem." Alan said.

All the students were stood so they could see now and were waiting to see if it was true.

Alan took John's wrists in his hands and with all his strength he pulled John up and quickly bent and caught him. He stood up straight and had John in a fireman's carry.

"Ha!" Alan said triumphantly.

John was startled awake and recognised the smell immediately.

"Dad?" he called out and saw students staring at him.

"Hi, John! How was France?" Alan called over his shoulder at where John was upside down from the waist up.

"Good, erm, dad, can you put me down please?" John asked.

"Alright… erm…" Alan was in a very small aisle with students crowding him and barely space to move.

"No." he said finally.

John groaned "Did you and Uncle Ron get into another challenge again?" he asked.

"Maybe." Alan mumbled "But I won, so really, this is worth it."

"You haven't won! I can pick Sherlock up!" Ron persisted and used the same method Alan did. Soon Sherlock was in the same position as John.

"John?" Sherlock asked as he woke.

"Yeah?" John called back.

"Dad and Uncle Alan had a challenge again, didn't they?" Sherlock asked tiredly.

"I'm afraid so." John said.

"Why do you always have challenges involving us?" Sherlock exclaimed in irritation.

"You're our youngest babies. Therefore, your annoyed faces aren't as mean because you still have a childlike look about you. Harry and Mycroft just look like angry adults." Alan answered.

"Come on, boys! Hurry up! We've got your luggage!" Kathy got onto the coach.

"Mum! Dad and Uncle Alan involved us in a challenge again!" Sherlock complained.

"Not again! Did you not learn your lesson when they both fell over in your silly running race?" Kathy sighed.

They both looked sheepish and started walking off the coach.

"See you, Freya!" John waved.

"By, John! See you, Sherlock." Freya smiled.

They got off the bus and once they were in the open Alan and Ron lowered their sons to the ground.

"Was France good? No trouble?" Kathy asked as she gave Sherlock and John a joint hug.

"It was fine! Sherlock solved a mystery. He got Ed his watch back!" John said excitedly.

"Brilliant! You must tell us more once you are inside. Was it incredibly romantic?" Julie asked.

"Oh, very romantic. We kissed at the top of the Eiffel Tower." John smiled and put his arm around Sherlock's waist.

While their mothers awwwed, their fathers picked up their suitcases and took them inside.

Harry and Mycroft greeted them with a question of 'where are our gifts?' to which they got admonished by their parents for.

In the evening the fifteen year olds stayed at John's house. Sherlock had asked to have a sleepover with John that night assuming it was an inset day at school tomorrow. Their parents obliged and the couple settled in John's room.

John was dressed in his pyjamas and lay on his back, Sherlock soon joined him in his own pyjamas, and he snuggled into John's neck and asked "When do you want that massage?"

John tilted his face down to look at Sherlock, they were both bright eyed and wide awake from sleeping for most of their journey.

"Now, if you want to." He smiled.

"Are your parents asleep?" Sherlock whispered.

"Yes, it's nearly midnight and they have work tomorrow. Why?" John asked.

"I didn't want them to come and say goodnight and find us in a compromising position." Sherlock reasoned.

"Oh, fair enough. Shall we get some lotion, you know, make it a proper massage?" John asked.

"If you wish to." Sherlock nodded.

John crept out of bed and to the bathroom. He found some body lotion that smelt nice and crept back to his room, closing the door behind him gently.

Sherlock was sat up and the cover was thrown off the bed.

John chucked the lotion to Sherlock, who a moment before had turned the bed side lamp on as their light source that was dim enough to keep the mood calm. John removed his shirt and chucked it on the floor.

"Climb onto the bed and lie on your stomach." Sherlock instructed.

"Why don't you take your own shirt off, so that your sleeves won't ruin the effect of skin on skin?" John suggested.

Sherlock smirked "You just want me half naked, John Watson."

"That does hold some bearing on the matter. Do you protest?" John asked.

"Not at all." Sherlock removed his own shirt and it joined John's one on the floor.

John lay on his stomach on the bed and turned his head to the side so he could talk. Sherlock straddled John's bum and said "For leverage. Like our first massage."

John nodded and Sherlock dipped his hand into the lotion and put the pot on the side. He rubbed it into his hands and then put his hands on John's smooth back, rubbing gentle circles with his fingers and caressing John's skin.

John relaxed and sighed with content.

"Remember what our parents said though, nothing sexual until we are sixteen." John commented.

"Of course. I stand by that promise, as I do with every promise. I do not intend to have intercourse with you until we are both ready and of age." Sherlock stated with no embarrassment.

"Me neither. I want it to be special." John confided in the person he trusted above everyone else.

"We shall make it so." Sherlock reassured him as he rubbed the bottom of John's back.

"We should really do this more often. Especially when one of us is stressed." John suggested.

"Obviously." Sherlock said.

"Assuming we will not go far, will you massage my front as well?" John queried.

"I'd love to." Sherlock nodded and moved so he wasn't sat on John anymore, just straddling him. John turned over onto his back lazily.

SLIGHTLY STEAMY –BUT NOT SEX- SCENE BEGINS NOW!

Sherlock sat back down and John moaned and then covered his mouth with his hand.

"Sorry, sorry, I didn't mean to, it's just you're sitting right on my crotch." John apologised.

"It's fine, John. Firstly, it is a natural reaction. And secondly it would probably have been disappointing if you had made no reaction." Sherlock admitted.

John giggled and relaxed again.

"I can move down to your thighs if you want, or move off of you and sit beside you if it will make it easier for you. Though it will be a little more difficult to reach you and such." Sherlock said.

"It's fine." John said shortly and gently and closed his eyes.

Sherlock looked down at his boyfriend and the person he had loved all his life and saw such beauty that it almost left him breathless. This breathlessness had been described to him by John on many occasions, as they both frequently experienced it in each other's presence and John was the sort to bring those topics up.

Sherlock lowered his hands to John's shoulders and rubbed them gently, slowly moving down to his pectoral muscles, which were defining well as John played so many sports.

John breathed slowly and happily as he felt Sherlock's hands slide over his chest and rub and caress his skin. Sherlock played particular attention to John's nipples, which made John open his eyes and he saw that Sherlock looked enthralled in his actions on them. John moaned as Sherlock experimentally pinched one gently. Sherlock looked at him in surprise and as their eyes met the heat in the room intensified and John felt himself harden, his blood going south.

"Oh, God." John groaned.

"It's alright, John." Sherlock said as he felt John's predicament on his bum.

"How is this okay? I was really enjoying that and then you… with your… and you… and now!" John said in irritation.

Sherlock bent down and caught John's lips in a kiss. As Sherlock shuffled John felt something poking his hip and he gasped and said "Oh" between kisses.

Sherlock and John moaned from each other's passionate kisses and John's hands pulled Sherlock closer, stroking his back. Sherlock's hands tangled in John's hair and their tongues danced together as they moaned and their breathing became heavy.

SLIGHTLY STEAMY –BUT NOT SEX- SCENE ENDS NOW!

Julie walked out of the toilet tiredly and stopped in her tracks back to her warm and comfy bed when she heard two separate moans coming from her youngest son's bedroom.

She frowned and felt her alertness increasing as she approached the door and listened out. She heard heavy breathing and a few moans and she felt betrayal.

She pushed the door open angrily and the scene before her was one she never expected, nor wanted, to see her son in. John lay half-naked on his bed with a half-naked Sherlock on him. Their lips were locked and they ran their hands on each other's skin.

"HOW DARE YOU!" Julie screeched.

They sprung apart with looks of surprise on their faces. Their cheeks were blushing red and their lips were kiss-swollen.

"Alan! Get in here now!" Julie shouted.

Sherlock looked to John who looked back at Sherlock with a look of nervousness that both befell their features. Their bulges were diminishing from fear and shock and soon there was no evidence of it.

Sherlock climbed off of John and grabbed their pyjama shirts from the floor. They both hurried to put them on and Alan walked into the room rubbing his eyes.

"Yes, love?" he asked, looking at Julie and then the silent boys.

"THEY WERE HALF NAKED IN JOHN'S BED! GO AND WAKE RON AND KATHY! THIS MUST BE SORTED OUT AT ONCE!" Julie was beside herself; her anger fuelled by hurt of what she thought was a broken promise.

Alan looked at the boys in surprise and then disappointment and he left to get Sherlock's parents.

Harry slept like the dead and Mycroft was at University, so nobody else but the adults were awake.

Julie pulled John to stand up quickly and then Sherlock. They stood together silently and reached out for each other's hands. Julie batted their hands back down to their sides and said a plain and firm "No."

They both looked to the floor and followed Julie to the living room.

In a few minutes Ron and Kathy joined them.

"You did WHAT?" Ron shouted. Alan and Kathy were the calm ones and sat on arm chairs. Sherlock and John stood in front of a fireplace looking very nervous and ashamed at being caught. Ron and Julie were stood; they were both the over-protective parents.

Kathy spoke up gently, and her calmness seemed to have an impact on the room. Julie sat next to Alan and Ron sat on the sofa.

"Now everyone, shouting isn't going to help. Julie tell us what you saw, then boys, tell us what you were doing. Honestly." She emphasized the last word.

Julie started "I was walking back from the loo when I heard… I don't even want to say what I heard from my son's mouth! Moans, it was! I walked in and found them with their t-shirts off, Sherlock on top of my… my baby boy John. And they were kissing." Julie said shakily. Alan took her hand in support.

"Okay. Now, boys, tell us what you were doing. I will be able to tell if you lie." Kathy said sternly.

Sherlock and John shared a look that said 'tell the truth, it can't be worse than this'.

John bravely took a deep breath and said "We were just kissing."

"Kissing, huh, and that requires you to remove your shirt?" Julie asked.

"If you do that then have you gone further before? What if Julie hadn't caught you?" Ron asked quickly.

"Let them talk!" Kathy pushed.

"We were just kissing! John doesn't lie." Sherlock stated.

"In France Sherlock asked me to help him with an experiment in the sea. And I gave him the condition that if I helped him then he would give me a massage. And we were both still wide awake and decided to do it tonight. It was a massage, and then it turned into a kiss. But we have spoken about the fact that we both do not want to go further until we are sixteen and both ready." John said clearly.

"Just tonight we spoke of the matter. John and I are very certain that neither of us would go any further than kissing." Sherlock backed his boyfriend up.

"But you hid this from us! You did this in the middle of the night as you assumed we would be asleep." Julie pushed on.

"What were we meant to say? Oh, hey, we're just going to have a massage and snog, don't mind us." Sherlock said in irritation.

"Sherlock, not now!" John whispered.

"I feel betrayed right now. I don't think you've had sex, I believe you there, but the sneaking around at midnight. I just… I think you're not as in control as you think." Julie admitted.

"We are in control!" Sherlock said in outrage and John nodded.

"I think it… I think it would be best if you are separated for a bit. Just so you don't get caught up in all your feelings. I don't want you to have any regrets. I think you should stick to your own homes and spend some time by yourselves, with your family and friends." Ron advised.

"I agree." Alan nodded and so did Kathy and Julie.

Sherlock and John shuffled closer together and looked upset and shocked at their parents.

"You… you can't keep us away from each other." John said shakily.

"John, we're your parents. It is our job to protect you. We are trying to do what is best for both of you." Alan said gently.

"Protect me? Protect me from Sherlock? I don't need protecting. And I trust Sherlock to protect me more than anyone else in the world, as I will protect him too." John said defiantly.

"We don't mean protect you from Sherlock. We mean protect you from your urges." Kathy said calmly.

"We are in full control of our urges." Sherlock stated.

"I'm sorry, boys. You just need some time apart." Ron said.

"I won't let you do this. I love Sherlock and I want to spend the rest of my life with him. I want to spend every single day with him." John said firmly, not backing down.

Sherlock took John's hand "And I do too. You can't control us like this." Sherlock added.

"You're fifteen, we have control over what you do and who you see." Julie said.

"I'm sorry. It is for the best. Just for a little while. A few weeks won't hurt." Ron said softly.

"Weeks?" John shouted and his breathing quickened, he felt a lump in his throat and tears in his eyes. John Watson wasn't weak; he was a strong boy and would be a strong man. But even some things could shake his world.

Sherlock felt a lump in his throat too but reined his emotions in quickly and turned to see John gulping for air and attempting to hold back tears. He felt John's sadness and pulled John into his arms. John buried his face in Sherlock's shoulder and he lost control and broke into a sob.

Sherlock rubbed John's back gently and held him tightly. John held back equally as tightly and Sherlock felt tears well up in his own eyes, but they did not fall. Sherlock saw over John's shoulder that the four adults stared sadly and anger consumed the genius.

"GET OUT!" He shouted.

They all jumped.

"Excuse m-"Sherlock cut Kathy off.

"NO! LEAVE US BE! Just for… a few moments." Sherlock whispered the last sentence and ran his hand through John's hair.

Though these four adults had seen John and he cry through their childhood, and on most occasions they had wiped those tears, Sherlock felt the need to give John some privacy from them.

They all turned away and left the living room quietly.

Sherlock swayed slowly where he stood and John calmed down and eventually choked out "Are you okay?"

Sherlock chuckled and took a shaky breath in.

"You always put others before yourself, John. Especially me." He commented and added "I'm fine. But I'm not okay with their suggestion. I couldn't bear not seeing you, John. I need you with me."

"I feel the same. Our place is together. I can't believe they are asking us to do this. I understand the logic, but it isn't right. They don't understand that we aren't ready for anything more yet." John pulled away from Sherlock and they sat on the sofa, cuddled close together, holding each other in support.

"What are we going to do?" Sherlock sighed.

"I don't know. Let them do this?" John asked sadly.

"We can't." Sherlock said.

"I know. God, Sherlock, I really know. Maybe we could refuse. I don't think it would be wise to sneak around." John admitted.

"Yes. We will refuse." Sherlock said, confidence growing in his voice.

"And compromise, to gain their trust again. We could say that for two weeks we will not share a bed, God that's going to be hard – I won't be able to sleep well, and we will see each other during the day when they are around." John suggested.

"I think that is the best option for us, John." Sherlock nodded "I know that this will be quite a battle of wills."

Half an hour later John and Sherlock stood in the doorway of John's home, hugging tightly.

"I'll see you tomorrow." John said.

They had been strong in the living room when their parents had come back. They had fought defiantly and hard, Sherlock using his incredible brain to prove the logic and such. And John used his people-skills and compassion to show them that they were good. In the end they had the deal that they were not to see each other unless they had one of their parents with them. And only a few hours a day. Their parents wanted them to have alone time to get a rein back in on their emotions.

"Okay. I love you, John." Sherlock whispered.

"I love you too." John pulled back and with a small kiss to the lips Sherlock followed his parents out of John's home.