Chapter 36
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The car rolled up onto the driveway of the Spanish conglomeration of villas. The walls to every home were painted white and there were orange tiles on the roof. There were a few hanging baskets with a few flowers in them. The windows all had shutters and there was a fence door in front of the real doors.
The Holmes' and Watson's walked up a rather steep hill, around a corner and to the door, there were stepping stones to the villa that they, for a week, would call home, and that was surrounded by a front garden of grass. The grass didn't feel like British grass, it was thicker and almost felt like plastic under John's hands as he crouched to feel it briefly.
"Come on, John!" Alan said as they reached the door.
John stood up and dragged his luggage to the door with his family.
Julie got the keys out and opened the fence door and then the main door.
They all entered and made comments of how nice the place was.
The whole floor was tiled with Orange-ish large squares, the walls were white, the air was cool with air conditioning machines dotted around.
The front door opened up into an entrance area where one could put shoes and coats and bags, then that lead onto a dining room which had a kitchen to the right and also a living room connected with two arm chairs and one sofa, also a coffee table and cupboard.
"The bathroom is here!" Harry called. She was at the back of the villa, by the stairs, and next to a bedroom.
"There are four bedrooms, one upstairs and three downstairs. We'll all have to share. Mycroft and Harry, you can be up here, if you'd like?" Kathy asked, gesturing to the bedroom with two separate beds.
"Alright." Mycroft nodded and put his suitcase at the end of the bed, Harry chucked her suitcase to the side and bounced onto the bed, putting her hands behind her head and her legs crossed, she looked quite relaxed.
"I guess ours will be downstairs then." John said and the six remaining people waiting to find bedrooms made their way down the steps.
"These are rather nerve-wracking, being tiled steps, I want you all to be very careful walking up and down here, got that, boys?" Alan called to Sherlock and John.
"Okay, dad!" John said and Sherlock nodded.
Once they reached the bottom floor John opened some shutters and let some air in, he took a quick look outside to see the hill that they had walked up was just outside. The front door was on the top floor.
"This is very nice indeed." John said.
"My thoughts exactly." Sherlock agreed.
"So, there's this bedroom, another, I assume, behind that door," Kathy pointed to the door on the right side of the room, "and the last, another guess, behind that door." She pointed to the door on the left side of the room.
They all looked in both rooms, all rooms, except the middle one, were about equal in space.
"We'll take this one!" Julie said happily once she saw the left room, closest to the stairs.
"Sherlock and I can have that room." John said, pointing at the right room, it was nice, with a decent sized bed, a set of draws for clothes, a window, a mirror, and a bed side table on each side of the bed.
They both went into the room, put their suitcases at the end of the bed and Sherlock had a look around, inspecting everything.
"So, my love, do you have any deductions to tell me?" John asked, reclining onto the bed, a pleased smile on his face.
"Well," Sherlock took his shoes off and then pulled John's shoes off of his feet and sat them side by side on the floor. John wiggled his toes in freedom and Sherlock knelt on the end of the bed, just in front of John's feet, and he slowly started crawling up the bed, his hands and knees on either side of John's body "The last person to use this room was a smoker, and smoked in this room frequently, tut tut, I read the rules, no smoking in the villa. And the cleaner is a woman with rather large hands; she almost knocked over your lamp. And she is single and with two children." Sherlock settled to a stop when his head was right above John's. John grinned and put his hands on Sherlock's hips, rubbing circles gently in the skin just under the hem of his shirt.
"My brilliant husband."
"You are a conductor of light, John, unbeatable as a stimulant for my thoughts." Sherlock said, his voice quiet and deep, his eyes flicking between John's lips and eyes, and slowly, agonisingly slowly, he bent his head down and pressed his lips against John's. John moaned and as Sherlock's body went down on John's, John wrapped his arms around him, his hands travelling over his back, feeling and exploring.
"Do you boys want some lun-… Christ, shut your door if you're going to do that!" They heard Alan exclaim and the two separated quickly.
"We were just… just…" John stammered.
"John, it was quite clear what we were doing." Sherlock commented.
Alan sighed "Would you like lunch soon?" he asked.
"Erm… no thank you." John said after he and Sherlock shared a look of decision.
"Okay. Now remember, close the door. You want privacy, then close the door. Nobody will come in if you close the door." Alan said firmly.
"Alright, dad, we get it!" John shoved Sherlock off of him and his husband rolled onto the other side of the bed as he sat up and got up to usher his dad out.
"You can make your own lunch then, but the rest of us are eating in twenty minutes." Alan said, turned on his heel, and went upstairs. John poked his head out of the door and saw Kathy unloading her clothes into a wardrobe but nobody else seemed to be around.
He closed the door gently then leant against the wood and pinched the bridge of his nose.
"John, are we going to have sex or not? Because if you're having embarrassment issues about the fact that your dad walked in on us kissing then I do need to unpack my suitcase, but I have other things I'd rather do, involving you, me, and our naked bodies. Just give me the word, what would you like?" Sherlock asked.
John sighed "You're always so unembarrassed in situations like this." he slouched over to the bed and lay on it beside his husband. They both lay on their backs, looking up at the plain sealing with nothing but a fan and a light on it.
"I don't see the point in worrying myself with feelings of embarrassment, they are unpleasant and unnecessary, I can't change what's happening or what has happened, it's easier to move on." Sherlock explained.
"It's not that easy for people like me." John said quietly.
Sherlock turned his head to look at the profile of his husband, that featured and beautiful face, the shape of his unique nose. He frowned "What do you mean 'people like me'?" he queried.
"Well… normal people. I don't have a great mind like you where I can overcome things like embarrassment, it just happens and there is no way to control it or push it aside." John explained timidly.
Sherlock rolled onto his side and put his hand over John's, which lay on his stomach. "You are not 'normal', John. You're… extraordinary. You're funny and smart and strategic and brave and can put up with so much. I've never met anyone so loyal and wonderful as you. Do you really think that I'd spend the rest of my life with a 'normal' person?" Sherlock asked.
John looked at him, right in the eyes "You're spending it with me, aren't you? I'm normal, Sherlock. I'm not a genius or… or anything special. On the scale of it I'm very ordinary." John said, and Sherlock knew he believed it to be true.
Sherlock couldn't keep the frown off of his face "John…" he whispered, tears stinging his eyes. How could John think that? "John, you harbour so many qualities that I could only wish to attain. You're… just…" Sherlock blinked the tears away and took a few moments "You're so brilliant. Far more brilliant than I could ever be. You're intuitive, you can handle so much, you're so put upon so often but you take it in your stride. You're caring and compassionate but I feel a fire in you, you could hurt someone, you have a curious balance of being kind yet stubborn and tough. You're sexy. You're, as I said, loyal, and you have morals that I admire. You're… you've never been scared of anything. I'm scared, all the time, but you're just so brave. And you surprise me, you surprise me every day. You're brand new and I love you more than anything or anyone. I want to care for you and feel you and hold you and love you and I want to be enough for such an extraordinarily special man." Sherlock said honestly, his voice raw.
A tear dripped down John's cheek "You really think that?" he asked, his voice choked up.
"Yes." Sherlock nodded and wiped the tear away with his index finger.
John choked out a laugh and another tear spilled onto his cheek "You're amazing." He said, leant up and kissed Sherlock's lips, emotion flooding their kiss "To put into words… what I feel for you… would be impossible…" John said in between kisses.
"Improbable… nothing is impossible..." Sherlock said and John giggled for a moment but soon got back to dancing his tongue across Sherlock's.
"You always have to have… the last word."
"Of course." Sherlock said, pulling his lips away for John's mouth and trailing pecks down his cheek and then his neck until he got to his collarbone, there he gave extra attention. John entwined his fingers in Sherlock's curls.
They slowly stripped away their clothes until they were naked, relishing in skin against skin, the heat and the sweat surrounding them.
Sherlock slowly kissed John until the blonde pulled away and said "I thought we were going for hard and fast?"
"Hmm, that is what we agreed, wasn't it? How about we save that for later?" Sherlock suggested.
John's hands went from the small of Sherlock's back and down until they settled on his arse.
"Sounds good to me." He smiled and spread his legs so Sherlock fell between them, they both groaned as their hard members rubbed together.
Between kisses John mumbled "Lube?" and Sherlock groaned out a "fuck" and quickly climbed off the bed, unzipped his bag and brought out a tube of lube, he chucked it to John who squeezed some on his hands and while Sherlock worked on preparing John with his fingers, John himself slicked up Sherlock's erection with the lube. Sherlock was almost shaking with the pleasure and was making fast work of preparing his husband. It was lucky that they'd only had sex a few nights ago and they did engage in intercourse quite often so it wasn't too hard to loosen one another up.
"Come on then." John said after Sherlock had three fingers in him.
Sherlock retracted his fingers which got a moan from John, but he soon replaced them with his member, pushing in gently.
John hummed in content and once Sherlock was all the way in he pulled the man down for a sloppy kiss and jerked his hips slightly to get the man to move. Sherlock started thrusting and between kisses they moaned and breathed raggedly.
"Oh, God, there!" John exclaimed when Sherlock hit the spot.
Sherlock felt smug and thrust at the exact angle again and again, John getting louder each time. He reached down between them and took John's hard and leaking member in his hand and pumped in time with his thrusts. John's back arched as he came, the noise he made sending Sherlock over the edge and with one last rough jerk of his hips he came and then flopped down onto his husband, slowly pulling out and then just settling his weight on John, catching his breath and feeling very sweaty, the hot Spanish air surrounding them with the smell of sex.
John's breathing slowly steadied and the blonde repetitively ran his fingers through Sherlock's hair as they settled.
"Shit." John suddenly said.
"What? Are you alright?" Sherlock lifted his head up from John's shoulder to search his lover's eyes.
"I'm fine… it's just that the shower is upstairs-as are our parents and Harry and Mycroft." John groaned.
"Oh… shit indeed. Well, we have to go and have a shower." Sherlock quickly grabbed a hand towel from the bed side table and rubbed them down to get the cum off of them at least.
"We're just going to have to do it." John sighed.
Sherlock got up slowly and pit on the shorts and shirt he had worn earlier and chucked John's clothes at him. They dressed and had a quick look at each other.
"We both look like we've just had sex, don't we?" John asked.
"I believe so." Sherlock nodded and they both picked up their towels and a change of clothes and made their way upstairs.
They entered the living room and spotted their family sat around the table nearing the end of their lunch.
John blushed and they quietly made their way to the bathroom, Sherlock pulling him along by the hand.
Harry smirked and cleared her throat and Sherlock and John turned to look at her like deers caught in the headlights.
"Boys, we know you just had sex. A word of advice, if you're trying to be discreet then you have to learn the art of muffling sounds, using pillows perhaps, or just trying your best to be quiet. And to add to the fact that you were both rather loud-this house is quite echo-ey. Sherlock, dear, I really thought you would have been able to figure that all out." Harry smirked, very chuffed with herself as John blushed a deep red and so did other members of the family.
"Harry?" Sherlock asked, standing to his full height and adding an air of self-confidence to his stature.
"Yes, Sherlock?" she asked sweetly.
"Shut up." Sherlock said sharply then marched into the bathroom leaving John behind to look at all his family awkwardly.
"I'm just going to… you know… going to…" John stammered but Sherlock cut him off.
"John! Shower!" he shouted through as the water turned on.
"Yeah, that." John said and walked into the bathroom, shutting and locking the door behind himself.
"Well, that couldn't have gone worse!" he said as he joined Sherlock in the shower, quickly lathering themselves in soap and also washing their hair.
"Mmm…" Sherlock hummed as he took his turn to wash the shampoo out of his hair. When he and John swapped places John scrubbed at his hair and took those moments to compose himself and attempt to get over the embarrassment.
After the shower they had lunch and then sat in the living room, both lying across each end of the sofa. Ron and Kathy were out on the patio (out through the door off the dining room) chatting, Julie and Alan were looking at a map of the area, and Harry and Mycroft had gone to their room to unpack. John and Sherlock put their feet against each other. Their feet were bare, Sherlock wore white knee-length baggy shorts with a grey polo shirt and John wore green khaki above-the-knee length shorts that were also baggy and contained quite a few pockets, and he wore a white shirt with the logo in the corner.
They sat quietly in the heat, Sherlock had his eyes shut and was obviously in deep thought and John just looked around, taking in the villa properly.
He looked over to Sherlock, whose hair was drying quite quickly in this heat. He got up, went downstairs, grabbed a comb, then returned and tapped Sherlock's nose gently with his index finger.
"Hmm?" Sherlock asked without opening his eyes.
"Do you want your hair to go crazy in this humidity or would you like me to comb it for you?" John asked.
"Thank you, John." Sherlock said, getting up. John sat down and Sherlock sat on the floor between John's legs. He gently drew patterns on the top of John's feet absent-mindedly while John started combing his hair and occasionally letting out a giggle; his feet were and always had been ticklish.
"Come on, I'll do a shoddy job of styling if you don't stop tickling my feet." John commented and Sherlock took his fingers off of John's feet and placed his hands in his lap.
Harry walked through "Alright, gay boys?" she called, a bottle of sun tan lotion in her hands, she settled onto an armchair and started rubbing the cream into her exposed skin.
They ignored her and John carried on combing Sherlock's hair gently, he quite enjoyed doing it, it was distracting.
"Have you put sun tan lotion on yet?" Julie called over to Sherlock and John "Sherlock especially, we don't want a repeat of four years ago."
"We did our sun tan lotion after our shower, mum." John said.
"Good." Julie nodded and went back to looking at the map with her husband.
"Right, kiddies, this is the plan, there is a community swimming pool and tennis court for everyone who lives or rents in these villas just kind of in the centre of all of these villas. And we thought today we could check them out, just relax and do whatever we want. And then this evening we should go out for a meal at a local restaurant. How about that?" Ron asked, everyone had communed in the living room. Sherlock remained sat between John's legs and John was gently rubbing Sherlock's shoulders.
"Sounds good to me." John smiled and everyone made comments of affirmation.
"Great!" Alan smiled.