At last! The next chapter is complete! I must apologize to all my lovely readers! It has been an incredible real life rollercoaster this past month! I have been endeavoring to get a lot of things down with work (new job, new location, new commute) and writing (this story, my Arrow stories, beta-ing for two wonderful writers) and just life in general (classes, socializing, exercise, etc.). Yes, yes, they are all excuses, but safe to say, DocWatson has taken a quiet backseat to it all...I finally dragged his ass back to the front seat to drive again this week! So, enjoy...As always, reviews are greatly appreciated! Update: Due to some changes in future chapters, this chapter has been slightly modified...If you didn't read it before, no worries...you won't know what you missed...

As he woke, John recalled the wonderful sensation of Sherlock's mouth around his cock the night before. He was glad that Sherlock had insisted he move from the floor to the bed, but he hadn't remembered actually getting into the bed that currently surrounded him. He moved to stretch and was suddenly held still by a pair of long, thin hands. The sensation he had thought was remembered proved to be completely real as John realized Sherlock's mouth was on his cock again.

"Oh, yes," he moaned, "you can wake me this way any day, Sher."

Sherlock hummed happily around his cock and it sprang fully to life. He slid his mouth down, taking him deeply. John groaned at how amazing it felt. Sherlock's hands slid from his hips to under his ass, changing the angle of his cock in Sherlock's mouth, his knees now on Sherlock's shoulders.

"Hmmmm….yes, Sherlock, that's good," he murmured as he felt the tip of his cock hit the back of Sherlock's throat again and again as his mouth slid up and down his shaft.

His cock suddenly got a cold breeze as Sherlock lifted his mouth off John's cock and he almost whimpered. Sherlock took his shaft in one hand and slowly pumped his wet member while his mouth found his balls. He slowly, gently sucked in one and then the other and then both, his fist pumping John's cock all the while.

John moaned at the gorgeous feelings that Sherlock's ministrations were causing.

"You are so good at this," John said, the surprise evident in his voice. For someone who was a virgin, Sherlock obviously knew how to give head.

"Hmmmm," Sherlock hummed against the base of his cock, "Just wait."

Before John could say anything or do anything, Sherlock's tongue brushed his pucker. John's ass shot off the bed, inadvertently shoving Sherlock's tongue deeper.

"Gah!" John shouted, "What the bloody hell!"

Sherlock pulled away and John yelled again.

"Don't you dare stop!" he begged, "That felt bloody amazing!"

Sherlock chuckled. John felt the chuckle through his asshole. He could feel the grin on the wanker's face next to his ass cheeks. All thought of chastising him went out the window as Sherlock's tongue probed deeper.

John couldn't say anything. He had never had a woman do that to him, ever. He had never thought to ask, but he couldn't think well enough to wonder why he never had. Sherlock's tongue distracted him from all thought. He knew in the back of his mind that all the feelings Sherlock was invoking were going to bring him to orgasm way too soon, even in his haze. He lifted himself against Sherlock's mouth one last time and then pulled back, sliding his knees off the taller man's shoulders.

"Sherlock," he murmured, reaching out to entwine his fingers in Sherlock's curls, "love, no."

Sherlock looked up at him in perplexity. John almost forgot his reasoning when he looked into Sherlock's eyes. The glazed, lust-filled look behind his confusion almost made John come on the spot.

"No," John reiterated.

All lust dropped at that one word. John saw the sadness and fear overtake Sherlock. Immediately, he leaned down and grabbed him under the shoulders and hauled Sherlock up his body. His mouth met with Sherlock's temporarily reluctant one. When the recalcitrance left Sherlock's tense body through John's kisses and caresses, he pulled back from Sherlock's mouth.

"I love you, Sherlock," he whispered, "Let me show you how much."

Sherlock stared in his eyes for a moment and nodded before he replied, "Please, John."

John grinned at that and flipped them over so that Sherlock was suddenly on his back. He attacked his mouth with renewed fervor and Sherlock responded in kind. He endeavored to not notice that Sherlock was as naked as he was. He endeavored to focus on showing Sherlock with his mouth and hands how much he was wanted, how much he was loved. But both of their erections, now both hard and hot, pressing together between their bodies had John panting to get them both off.

He reached over to the nightstand. He had known they would consummate their love at some point, so he had come prepared. He grabbed the small bottle of lube from the drawer and leaned back from Sherlock long enough to squeeze a small amount into his other hand. He made sure the little bottle was firmly closed and then tossed it over his shoulder. His now-lubed hand grabbed his and Sherlock's cocks.

He couldn't be sure which of them groaned louder at the contact. Sherlock instinctively started thrusting in John's hand, creating a delicious friction between the two of them.

"I'm sorry, Sher-" John said tenderly as he leaned back in to kiss him, "This isn't going to be the tender love-making I want it to be."

He grunted as the sensation of their two pricks rubbing together brought him to the edge all too soon. He tried to stop, or at least slow down, but Sherlock was panting and coming undone in front of him as he shoved his dick into John's hand. He didn't dare to deny him at that moment. As he and Sherlock both came over Sherlock's chest, he knew he had had no choice in the matter.

He collapsed onto Sherlock and quickly rolled to the side, but Sherlock's arms wrapped around him and held him tightly.

"That was-" Sherlock started.

"That was horrible, Sherlock," John said with a chuckle, "I can do so much better!"

Sherlock chuckled as well, "We have plenty of time to try again."

"Oh yes, we do!" John said with a low growl in his throat that was echoed by a growl in his stomach, "But I'd say first, we have breakfast!"

"Not yet," Sherlock said huskily, "I want to just hold you for moment longer."

John looked up at Sherlock. The tone of his voice was one John had not heard before. The tears in Sherlock's eyes threw him for a loop.

"Sherlock?"

He turned his face away, but John grabbed his chin and turned him back.

"Sherlock?" he repeated.

Sherlock tried to avoid John's eyes despite the firm grip on his chin.

"It's nothing, John," he said seriously.

"Sherlock, what's wrong?" John asked insistently.

Sherlock was silent for a long moment and John thought he wasn't going to answer. Sherlock stared at him as if he was trying to memorize him. The overwhelming sadness in Sherlock's eyes made John want to wrap his arms back around him. Before he could take action, Sherlock spoke.

"This was a mistake," Sherlock said tightly.

All feelings of love, of tenderness, of worry disappeared and were instantly replaced by hurt. He dropped his hand from Sherlock's face and rolled away to hide the tears that had now come to his eyes.

"John, no!" Sherlock said quickly in a much louder voice, "Please, understand!"

"Understand?" John said in a low, dangerous voice. He knew even Sherlock knew what that voice meant. He tried to hold the hurt in check, but even he could hear it in his voice as he continued, "What's to understand? You don't really want me. That is obvious."

"No, John, that's not it at all!" Sherlock said pleadingly. John felt Sherlock gently touch his shoulder. He stiffened, but couldn't bring himself to shrug it off or move away. Sherlock said quietly, "John, I love you!"

He relaxed slightly, relieved that what he had felt and heard in the last twelve hours hadn't been a horribly ending dream.

"Then why was this a mistake?"

"I never should have brought you here," Sherlock said after a long pause. John stiffened again, the hurt growing again, "It's not that I don't want you here, John," he continued quickly, his words spilling so fast that John had to concentrate to understand, "I want you here, have wanted you here since this all began. But I love you too much. And after what just happened, I want more of it. I don't want just a one off with you, John. God! I could see myself spending days in bed with you! I should have never had Mycroft arrange this, because- well, because…"

Sherlock stopped, his hand tightened on John's shoulder. John turned back to Sherlock, confused by Sherlock's sudden silence. He watched as Sherlock took a deep breath and seemed to make himself physically relax.

"John," he said once again, "I love you."

John could see the anguish in Sherlock's eyes, but he was still hurt and wasn't giving Sherlock any quarter.

"I love you, too," he said quietly in concession. He did love Sherlock. That was why this was hurting so much. He watched as Sherlock took another breath, seemingly gathering his thoughts. He could almost see Sherlock physically pushing certain thoughts to the side in his Mind Palace though he never moved.

"It's because I love you so much, John that this was a mistake," he said finally, "I put you in danger when we were home. I did what I did…I faked my suicide to save you from Moriarty's man. I couldn't lose you when I could prevent it. My fake death prevented your real one…John, if anything would have happened…if anything were to happen to you…I just couldn't…"

John did not doubt the sincerity of Sherlock's words, but he could see that there was something Sherlock was holding back. Pushing his doubts back for later perusal, it finally dawned on him what Sherlock had said. John wanted to slap himself in the forehead for being so bloody slow in his thought process.

"You think bringing me here put me back in danger," he said blandly. It wasn't a question.

"Yes," Sherlock said on a sigh John could have sworn was relief as he dropped his gaze, "I can't do that to you. I can't do it to myself, John. You are my life. I couldn't live with myself if something happened to you."

"Tough," John said roughly.

Sherlock's eyes shot back up to him. The fear he'd seen earlier was back briefly before the confusion masked it.

"You heard me," John said a little stronger, "Tough, Sherlock…I'm here now. I know you are alive. I love you. And I am not leaving."

"But-" Sherlock tried to argue.

"No!" John said stiffly, "Just- No, Sherlock. I will not leave you again…ever. You can't make me ever choose life without you. And you sure as hell won't change my mind."

Sherlock wisely remained silent and John leaned in to kiss him chastely.

"I love you, Sherlock," he said as he leaned back again, "but if you ever disappear on me again, it better be because you are truly dead or I will kill you myself."

"John-" Sherlock tried to say.

"No!" John interrupted again, almost shouting this time, "You wanted to talk about this last night. I know you did. I just wanted us to be together. But now we're going to talk about this. We're talking about this now…I'm talking. You are listening.

"You wanted me to be angry with you when you first saw me last night. I saw how tense you were. You were ready for me to punch you. You wanted me to hate you, hurt you for- for what you did…I did," John continued after a breath, "I did hate you.

"While I grieved for you, I hated you. I was so angry that you'd- I still can't bring myself to say the words," John admitted, "But you know what I hated most, Sherlock? I hated that I knew, deep down that somehow you were alive. My therapist said I was deluding myself. Greg and Mike both just allowed me to believe with sympathetic eyes. I always knew they thought I'd gone off the deep end. Even when I admitted on my blog that you had- what you did, I still held out hope. I wished, with every fiber of my being that you'd come back to me. Molly," John laughed wryly, "that poor, sweet girl, she kept trying to tell me. I see that now, but your- you- what you did sent me down such a spiral, I never wanted to hear her. And honestly, Sherlock, if I had known sooner, if I hadn't properly grieved, I probably would have punched you in the face the moment I saw you!

"But, love," he said as he reached out to Sherlock and gently touched his face, "Last night, I was so happy to just be here, to be here with you, that I wanted nothing more than to kiss you as I did. And the anger is gone. It doesn't belong here between us. I know why you did what you did. I understand why. I will even say, 'Thank you, Sherlock for proving that you are not a machine. Thank you for showing that you do care about some people more than you like to admit.' But with my being here, you are stuck with me. I am staying. I am staying here. Don't think you will ever find a reason for me to go."

Sherlock sat silently for a long moment before he turned his face into John's hand and kissed his palm. He turned his face back to John.

"I'm sorry, John," he said sincerely, "I am so very sorry that I put you through that. I am sorry you had to believe that I didn't care for you enough to stick around. I'm sorry I that you had to believe when I left you nothing to believe in. I'm sorry that I didn't include you in the plans," he paused to take a breath before he continued, "Most of all, I am so truly sorry I didn't tell you how I felt sooner."

John leaned in and kissed him again. This time, the kiss was in no way chaste. John leaned in and took Sherlock's mouth fiercely, wrapping his hand behind Sherlock's head and holding him tightly to his mouth. He licked and nibbled at Sherlock's lips, murmuring loving words all the while. When John pressed his tongue against Sherlock's pliant lips, he opened his mouth willingly. John plunged his tongue in and out mimicking what he really wanted to do to Sherlock. He leaned farther forward, pushing Sherlock back against the bed.

Suddenly, John's stomach grumbled loudly. Surprisingly, Sherlock's answered just a little louder. John started giggling and Sherlock quickly started laughing. Their giggling apparently irritated both of their stomachs because the rumbling sounds manifested simultaneously once again. John rolled away from Sherlock, the laughter overtaking him and ruining the moment of passion.

John turned his still smiling face back to Sherlock. Sherlock was still grinning, but there was such a look of love in his eyes that John would have rolled back to him if Sherlock's stomach hadn't growled so loudly that both of them looked at his belly to see what might be crawling out of it. John sat up and laughed again as he crawled out of bed.

"Obviously we're to get no peace…or piece," he said with a sly grin as he went to the closet and grabbed the two terry-cloth robes he'd seen there the night before, "until we feed the wee angry beastie in your belly, Sher. Let's make breakfast."

Sherlock just shook his head at John with a small smile as he accepted the robe.

"We could just order room service," Sherlock said wryly.

"It'll take too long. I want to feed you," John said, his voice dropping to a low and dangerous level as he pulled the robe on, "so I can feed you something else later."

He watched the touch of fear cross Sherlock's face before lust fully overtook Sherlock's thoughts. He hesitated a moment before he smiled. He wanted to lean back over and kiss him, but he knew that it would only end the same as before. He also realized that his stomach really had told him the truth. He was absolutely starving and for what he had planned for the rest of their day, he would need fortification. He took one long lust-filled look at Sherlock and then forced himself to turn away and head off into the kitchen.

"John," Sherlock said just as he was about to quit the room completely. He turned to look back at Sherlock. Sherlock smiled as he rose from the bed, "I love you. Don't ever leave me."

John smiled and replied, "Ditto."

Then he walked out to make breakfast. The sooner they were done with food, the sooner fun things could really begin!

Ah breakfast! I always knew John was a Hobbit in another life! ;-P Read and Review, Perlease! The plan is to start updating this once a week...I'm TRYING to make a commitment to you all now! Hugs for sticking with me! 'Til next time!