Welcome to Christmas in July! People seem really enthusiastic about this whole holidays ordeal, so I won't rush it. I guess I figured people were tired of me inching around the actual plot, but it seems people like my fluff. But anyway, I don't know how many chapters there will be of it. We'll see. Then things will end pretty quickly when they get back to school, I think… I'm 98% positive this story won't make it over fifty chapters, but hey, I didn't think it was going to get past twenty in the beginning.
But anywho. Let Christmas begin!
Sherlock still couldn't completely believe this was happening. He was going to have a Christmas dinner. That hadn't happened to him in nearly ten years. And, in fact, all the times it happened when he was young were now deleted from his mind, deemed unimportant ages ago. So he didn't know what to expect. Maybe he needed to stop deleting so many things. One of these days, he might delete something important.
And, on top of the dinner, Mrs. Watson invited them to stay for two nights, the night of Christmas eve and of Christmas day. Well, John said she'd more said it like 'Stay as long as you like! I love company!', but Mycroft said he didn't want to stay more than a day.
Sherlock had mentioned Lestrade would be there the whole time they were and, soon after, conceded that a night or two wouldn't hurt.
He and Mycroft were now sitting in the same room, Mycroft silently looking at a newspaper. Sherlock had his knees tucked into his chest and his arms wrapped around them.
"What are we waiting for?" Sherlock asked, anxious to leave this stupid, dark, dull flat of his brother's. He'd been packed to leave for three days now. Maybe Christmas seemed stupid to him, but the thought of seeing John again had him, to say the very least, eager to get to the Watson's.
"We're not expected for another three hours, Sherlock."
"And it'll take two hours to get there!"
"Meaning, if you examine your math, that we don't leave for another hour."
"Mycroft, they won't mind if we're early."
Mycroft flicked his paper down so he could glare at Sherlock. "Your manners are inexcusably poor, you know that?"
Sherlock groaned, thrusting his legs and arms out so he was in spread eagle on the chair. "Manners! Manners are, without a doubt, the dullest things I've ever experienced."
"And a necessity," Mycroft added, putting the newspaper back in front of his face.
"Fine," Sherlock muttered, getting up and stomping to his temporary room. He'd've gone outside just to get away from Mycroft, except John made him promise to stay near his brother whenever he could. And Sherlock fully intended to break that promise, originally, but now that he was away from John, he couldn't bring himself to. Every time he almost left the house over break so far, he'd see John's reprimanding face in his mind, and he'd decide against it.
He texted John, something he'd been doing almost constantly since he got home two weeks ago to keep himself sane.
Mycroft won't leave early. I've asked him seventeen times. – SH
It's okay. I'll see you soon. – JW
Not soon enough. Do you understand how boring this flat is? – SH
Oh yes, the flat of a fabulously wealthy politician must be incredibly dull. – JW
Exactly! – SH
That was sarcasm, Sherlock. – JW
Sherlock pursed his lips at his phone.
I bet you anything your house is more interesting. – SH
It's small. Really small. My family's poor, so it's nothing special. – JW
What's wrong with that? – SH
Doesn't that imply it isn't interesting? – JW
No. You have an odd view of what makes something intriguing. If small and poor were qualities that made things dull, you'd be the dullest creature imaginable. - SH
I'm going to get you for that later. – JW
Sherlock grinned, feeling heat in his groin at the threat.
By all means. Get back at me in any way you want. – SH
Sherlock let that suggestive reply linger for a moment before sending another.
Now do you want me to come early? – SH
A bit, yeah. – JW
Should I ask again? – SH
Probably not. You'll just make him angry. – JW
Damn it. Fine. – SH
Well, I need to tidy up the house a bit with mum. – JW
How nice of you. I never clean with Mycroft. – SH
Because you're a dick. – JW
Never said I wasn't. – SH
They bantered for a bit like that, teasing one another. Sherlock smiled down at his phone for a long time at the stupid things John sent. Then he sent:
Alright, I need to shower. – JW
Good. Think about me. – SH
Absolutely. And maybe, sometime during your stay, we can take one together. – JW
Sherlock licked his lips and took a deep breath.
I like the sound of that. – SH
Good. See you soon. – JW
Sherlock was lying on his bed, staring at the ceiling. Not enough time had passed with the texting. God, an entire half hour! How was he supposed to wait that long with absolutely nothing to do? It was dreadful.
Then his phone vibrated again. Who would that be if John just said bye?
But he checked and it was John.
Okay, I'm thinking about you. – JW
It took Sherlock a moment to understand what this meant.
You mean you're texting me from the shower? – SH
Quite on accident, I brought my phone in here with me. And then, also on accident, here I was thinking about you, and now I've gotten completely hard. – JW
Sherlock's breathing quickened just barely and he gnawed on his bottom lip as a very vivid mental picture of what John must look like now flicked through his head.
So NOW you want me to come early. – SH
No pun intended. – SH
God, yes. But you can't, so I guess I'll just sit in here and finish myself off. Pretending I'm inside you. – JW
"Oh, god, John," Sherlock muttered, feeling himself getting hard. Sherlock had to get to where John was or he was going to actually fall over dead. He knew that now. He had to.
Please tell me we're going to fuck soon. – SH
Since you asked so nicely, with that please and all, I might be able to make that happen. – JW
Please. – SH
Sherlock added it because John loved the whole begging thing, and Sherlock did anything John liked. He didn't care if it was desperate, he just liked to turn him on any way he could.
Two pleases? This is definitely happening. – JW
It was funny to Sherlock that, while John was the dominant one in bed, Sherlock still managed to play him like a fiddle much of the time, knowing exactly what to say to get what he wanted. Not that John needed to know he was being played. John was much more pliable when he thought he was in control. Whether or not he actually was in control was entirely irrelevant.
And I'm going to fuck you until you want to scream, but you won't be able to make a noise. And I'll punish you if you do. – JW
Sherlock's entire body shuddered. Another mental picture of John flashed in his mind, gloriously naked, steaming water running down his skin, turning it pink, his golden hair darkened and sopping down his forehead, his eyes dilated with lust… But now Sherlock was there too, bent over, his head pressed against the tile as John mercilessly pounded inside of him, and Sherlock had to bite his cheek until it bled to keep quiet or someone might hear, and then John would make him regret it…
Sherlock was breathing nearly as hard as he might have been were it really happening. His hand was, without him even realising it, inching down into his pants…
A harsh knock on the door. "Sherlock! Time to go!"
Sherlock shook himself, jumping up off the bed and looking at his clock. Oh. A half hour passed by really quickly, somehow. Sherlock grabbed all his things and rushed out his bedroom door.
Mycroft looked him up and down a moment, probably assessing his rosy cheeks and too bright eyes.
"Been texting John?"
Sherlock kept his face and voice even. "No. Why?"
"Because your zip is down."
Sherlock looked down and, indeed, Mycroft was right. When Mycroft turned around, he pulled it up quickly.
The sooner he got to John, the better.
Another chapter I had more fun with than I probably should have. By the way, I've now finished my other Johnlock, called Deletion (which, me being a troll, I was totally referencing in the first paragraph of this chapter), meaning it will no longer be distracting me from writing this. Which is good. I might be like I was in the beginning, getting out a chapter or two a day again. But don't hate me if that doesn't happen. :]