"Hey!" John called as he entered his house that evening. He hadn't been able to wipe that stupid grin off of his face all afternoon and it didn't seem to want to abate any time soon. He'd caught himself three times just staring into nothing as the memory of Sherlock's skin and tongue and scent danced in his mind incessantly. He was grabbing a soda from the kitchen when he heard Harry walk in.
"Hey John." Harry cried happily.
"What's wrong with you?" John asked bemused. He hadn't seen Harry this happy sober in a very long time.
"You'll never guess what just happened to me!" She said collapsing in a chair motioning for John to get her a soda too.
"What?" he asked.
"Clara and I are getting an apartment together!" Harry shouted gleefully.
"Huh?" John said dumbly.
"Honestly, John!" She said. "You could at least be happy for me!"
"I am." He hedged. "I'm just a bit confused. Who's Clara?"
"John!" She said, upset. "It's like you never listen to me! Clara's my girlfriend. We've been dating now for three months and she wants us to move in together. It's going to be so romantic!"
"You have a job then?" John asked.
"It can't be that hard to get one." She said, dismissing his concern with a wave.
"Well," John said. "I guess I'm really happy for you. When do you move?"
"The weekend you get back from London." She answered.
John stared oddly. "I'm not going to London."
"Sure you are!" She said. "Mum probably didn't tell you yet, but you're going to stay with Aunt Debbie for a week."
"How could you possibly know this before me?" He asked.
"Mum told me about it a few weeks ago." She said with a shrug. "I think it's like a belated birthday present or something."
"Okay." John said strangely. "So when exactly am I going?"
"Three weeks." She answered.
John was about to grill her for more information when his mother walked in. She smiled at her children and patted John lightly on the cheek. "Hey guys."
"Mum?" John asked. "Am I going to London?"
"What?" His Mum asked as her face flushed red.
"Harry said I'm going to visit Debbie for a week." John said.
"Oh, right." His Mum said with a wave. "It was supposed to be a surprise, Harriet. You've just been working so hard. I thought it might be good to get away and enjoy London for a bit before school starts up again."
"Oh." John said. "What about work?"
"John," His mother began. "I'm sure they won't mind if you take vacation. It'll be good for you. Debbie's very excited."
"Alright." John said. "I'll let Mrs. Hudson know tomorrow."
"Good." She answered. "How was your day?"
"Really good." John answered.
"What?" Harry cut in. "You have to tell me."
"What are you talking about?" John asked.
"Your face just turned like seven different shades of red." She said smugly. "Spill."
"Shut up." John said flustered.
"Oh," Harry said, a smarmy grin plastered on her face. "Who is it?"
"Shove off, Harry." John said. "I'm going to have a shower."
"You can't just leave, John!" Harry called after him. "Who'd you snog? Come on, you can tell me!"
John made his escape and jumped in the shower. There was no way he was ever going to discuss his…interest…in Sherlock with Harry. He cleaned up and changed into pajamas before going back downstairs. His Mum was just finishing dinner and for the first time in forever his family sat down to dinner. They talked and laughed like they hadn't done in years. Before Dad started drinking too heavily and Harry disappeared to spend time with her friends and John and Mum worked all the time. He climbed the stairs to get some sleep feeling bubbles of happiness floating around in his chest. He crawled under his sheets and let all of the goodness of the day carry him off to sleep.
He'd been having the most wonderful dream when he jerked awake as he fell out of bed. He hit the ground hard and couldn't gather his wits before someone was sitting on his back pinning him to the ground. He jerked and tried to dislodge the stranger and was almost successful before the assailant gripped his leg painfully exactly where the scar was. He managed a strangled yelp as a hand came around to clamp over his mouth. He gave one more violent jerk before collapsing against the floor again.
"You're rambunctious tonight, Pet." Jim whispered in his ear.
John shivered at the realization of whom exactly had him pinned to the ground in his bedroom in the middle of the night.
"How are you, Johnny Boy?" Jim continued. "Well, I expect, considering the pity thrust that Sherlock seems willing to throw your way. It really is unfortunate how attached people become to their pets."
John fought against the hold determined to show this prat how much he was not going to just lie here and listen to this complete arse drone on.
"Settle down." Jim said darkly. "Do you know why I'm here? Nod if you do."
John didn't do anything because he actually had no idea.
"You really are amazingly dim, aren't you?" Jim chuckled. "I guess I'll have to spell it out for you. I'm here to offer some advice: Take what Sherlock's offering while you can. Because let's face it, you're practically in heat for the bloke. But he won't want to play with you for long. He'll get bored. He gets bored with everyone. Except me, of course. Because I'm better. Better than you, even better than Sherlock. He'll come back to me because I offer something you don't. I'm a challenge, a brilliant, drug-dealing challenge. That means that he'll always choose me."
John jerked against the words but was unable to break the hold.
"Don't be so upset, Pet." Jim mocked. "It really is a feat in and of itself that you captured his interest for this long. And I'll let him play with you because the truth is, he needs me. Chases after me and I do so enjoy having someone so completely obsessed with me that they can't even think straight when they have my cock in their mouth. So, have fun while you can. He'll bugger you good, because I taught him and I'm the best."
John felt the words slither over his skin and felt his gag reflux go causing him to shudder violently.
"I see you're finally getting it." Jim continued. "I'll leave you now, Johnny Boy. But don't think I'll leave for long. After all, Sherlock does look so good with my cock up his arse."
Jim got up, leaving John free to turn over onto his back to stare up at the psycho.
"Bye now, Pet." Jim said with a word before sauntering out of the room.
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"John, are you alright?" Sherlock asked from his perch on the windowsill in the Great Hall. John was currently scrubbing the marble floor. It was a really quiet day in the Holmes household. Mrs. Holmes and Mrs. Hudson were out purchasing some cabinet or something for one of the rooms. Mr. Holmes had returned with Mycroft to London the week before. There was actually no one else in the Manor. John walked over to stand before Sherlock running a hand over his cheek gently.
"Yeah," John answered. "Just a bit tired, is all."
"I can think of something to get your adrenaline going," Sherlock purred before pulling John into a soft kiss. And if it seemed to Sherlock like John clung to him a bit tightly or kissed him a bit desperately, he didn't comment on it. They held each other for a while before John pulled back to stare into those sharp eyes.
"Can I ask you a question?" John said quietly.
"Of course." Sherlock answered.
John swallowed heavily before dropping his gaze to the floor. "Jim…are you…I mean…do you still…"
"John," Sherlock said gently. "I don't need Jim. It will be easy to delete him from my mental hard drive. I need you. You're the only one I want."
John closed the distance again meeting Sherlock's lips with a searing kiss that left them both panting and warm. John ran his hands down the taller boy's chest before palming Sherlock's groin gently, smiling into the quiet moan that escaped Sherlock's delicious lips.
"Tell me what to do," John panted as he ran his hand a bit more firmly over Sherlock's growing erection before dropping to his knees to work on taking off the other boy's trousers and pants.
"Oh god." Sherlock whispered. "John, please."
John worked with shaking fingers to free Sherlock's cock before licking at the head gently. Sherlock gasped and ran his hand over John's blond hair fighting hard to even out his breathing and failing, "Lick…lick at the head of my dick."
John complied feeling his entire body flood with heat at the silky texture of skin against his tongue as he lapped at the hardening flesh. It turned a rosy color as all of the blood rushed to the area. He tentatively pushed the tip of his tongue against the slit and the groan that forced its way out of Sherlock's debauched mouth made him continue his ministrations over and over until Sherlock was shuddering and gasping against him.
"Tell me…" John said quietly. "Tell me what you want."
"Take me into your mouth."Sherlock gasped as he continued running those long fingers through his hair.
John let the hard erection slide between his slips as he gripped the base carefully continue to lick at the head while pumping with his hand gently. John could feel Sherlock's hips twitch lightly.
"Harder, John." Sherlock whispered with a strangled moan.
John pumped a bit more firmly keeping the same rhythm with his tongue feeling Sherlock began to shiver and twitch a bit harder.
"John…" Sherlock gasped. "I'm going to…I'm…oh god…John…John!"
John felt hot come flood his mouth with a bitter stickiness and swallowed reflexively. He glanced up at Sherlock to see him sweaty and shuddering and felt pleasure at the sight flood his system before Sherlock was pulling him up and into a piercing kiss that had John shaking as well.
"Come with me." Sherlock whispered against his lips before the taller boy wobbled to his feet and led John through the empty house and to his bedroom. Sherlock slammed his door and locked it before shoving John lightly but firmly until his knees were against the back of the bed. With a final shove, John collapsed onto his back and barely had time to draw a breath before Sherlock claimed his lips over and over again. Exploring every inch of visible skin with his tongue before sliding down his body to rest between his splayed open thighs, Sherlock turned a fierce grin in John's direction before opening the jeans and shifting them lower on John's hips. John felt his brain explode as Sherlock's tongue licked at his erection through his pants before mouthing at it gently.
"God." John breathed feeling electricity crackle over his skin. John lifted his hips as Sherlock eased his pants off his sensitive skin.
"John," Sherlock purred, so close to John's cock that the boy could feel the air shift against his erection as Sherlock exhaled. "Have you ever had someone suck you off?"
John shook his head unable to form coherent thoughts as Sherlock licked his cock from base to tip gently. He was trembling with want and didn't even catch the possessive expression that flitted across Sherlock's face before taking John's cock in his mouth.
"F...Fuck!" John yelped, twining his fingers in the sheets trying to sort out the sensation overload that had crashed through his mind. He immediately began panting and shivering as Sherlock began sucking him up and down doing impossible things with his tongue and teeth. John felt warmth coil in his chest and drop farther and farther down as his felt his need to come rising.
"Sherlock." John said brokenly. "Oh, fuck…oh my god…fuck…"
Sherlock gripped John's hips tightly holding him still as he swallowed John's cock into his throat. John felt his hips thrust upward as the heat and friction of Sherlock's mouth sent him over the edge. John let out a strangled moan as he bucked wildly held down only by Sherlock's hands as we came in a half a dozen giant pulses. He tried to regulate his breathing as Sherlock rolled off his hips and rearranged his clothing. The taller boy crawled up the bed to lie facing John on his side. John drew in a few more breaths of air before turning on his side to face the genius. Sherlock grabbed at the nape of his neck and pulled him into a rough kiss.
"You were supposed to help wake me up, Sherlock." John chided as they broke apart. "Not make me slip into a pleasure coma."
"You can't really blame me." Sherlock smirked. "I couldn't pass up the chance to see you like this."
"Like what?" John asked.
Sherlock tugged him closer before whispering against the shorter boy's lips, "Like you're mine."
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As is obvious by the content, this entire chapter was just an excuse for smut, smut, and more smut. Hope you enjoy reading it as I enjoyed writing it.