I'm so sorry! My internet went down in my apartment building and I haven't been able to get to a viable connection since Friday night! So, I'm currently sitting at Denny's with my smut-filled story eating pancakes and hashbrowns with ketchup. I hope no one looks at my screen too closely. haha. I hope you enjoy!

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"Lucky?" John asked confused.

Sherlock pulled John down until he was straddling the taller boy's thighs. He wrapped his hands lightly around John's neck caressing those golden cheek bones reverently. He answered John's question with a firm, steady kiss reveling in touch as John relaxed into him resting his hands against Sherlock's waist and rubbing softly. Sherlock felt his body slowly return to normal as his sympathetic nervous system switched off allowing his heart rate to return to a steady cadence to match the shorter boy's.

"John?" Sherlock asked hesitantly pulling away. There was too much he didn't know. Too much he hadn't been able to deduce. He felt this warm, safe weight against his heart but he couldn't trust it yet. Not really. Incomplete data sets. Unexplained outliers. Too many variables. Extraneous. They muddled up his findings. He had to rerun the tests. Gather new data before coming to a statistically significant answer.

He glanced at John's face and was able to read the thoughts on that gorgeous face. John was studying him. Knowing that something had shifted. Something was about three degrees off from center and John was looking at Sherlock to determine the direction of the conversation. "Hmm?"

"That woman said something during one of my insufferable sessions with her." Sherlock whispered feeling a blush creep up his skin.

"And what was that?" John said, running his fingers idly through the wet curls.

"Some psychobabble that gave me a migraine." Sherlock huffed. "But she…she said something…disconcerting."

"Okay." John said lightly.

"She wanted me to tell her why you chose me." He whispered. "She said that she understood why I chose you. But she wanted me to explain why you chose me."

"Sherlock…" John sighed.

"No, John." Sherlock said sternly. "I know that you do care about me. I know that. What I don't understand is why? Why me? You're amazing, John. You're wonderful and interesting and steady and people seem to flock to you. You could be with anyone. So, why me?"

"Because you're an idiot." John said firmly causing Sherlock's gaze to jerk upward and meet the warm eyes of his John. "Look at me, Sherlock. Really look. Tell me why I'm here."

Sherlock searched the shorter boy's face and felt those pangs of affection hit his heart wildly. "You like me."

"Well done." John said with a grin. "But I was hoping you would look a bit deeper than that."

Sherlock felt a smirk flash across his features and continued to stare at his John. "You're attracted to me. You smile when I walk in a room. You giggle when I say something smart or funny. I entertain you."

"You amaze me." John corrected. "The giggle is just a side effect. When I'm with you, it's like standing in a thunderstorm or jumping out of a plane. It's wild and terrifying and wonderful and exhilarating. You make me incredibly, nauseatingly happy. That's why I chose you. Because you take me, take my life, and you make it a thousand times better."

Sherlock pulled the shorter boy close and crushed their lips together feeling his entire body flush with want and love. His desire flooded back into his body as John moaned softly into the embrace. He shifted and twisted so that his back was no longer against the tree. He lay down on the grass and pulled John down on top of him. He relished the feel of John's warm body weighing him down, protecting him. He gripped John's hips and thrust lightly with his clothed covered hips against the blond's. John stretched out above him and separated Sherlock's thighs with one of his tanned legs grinding down softly. Sherlock gasped lightly as John pressed heat-filled kisses against his neck and collarbone. Humming in delight as his cock twitched to meet John's, he thrust up letting electricity radiate throughout his body from his now erect cock.

"John." He gasped. "I need…to feel you."

John was an amazingly intelligent young man. He quickly stripped off his own pants and helped Sherlock out of his. They both groaned in time as their erections brushed against each other's free from their pants. Sherlock grabbed John's arse and pulled him down roughly against himself and moaned from the sensation.

"Fuck…Sherlock." John murmured against the taller boy's collarbone. John shifted up and stole a kiss from Sherlock as he began grinding their hips together in earnest. The shorter boy shifted his weight onto one elbow allowing his free hand to wrap around their cocks as he began stroking lightly.

"Oh, god." Sherlock whimpered. "Harder, please, harder."

John gripped more tightly letting the soft skin of their erections brush together quickly sending jolts of hazy pleasure through both boys. Sherlock raked his fingers down John's back grabbing and squeezing his arse firmly letting the beginnings of his orgasm coil deliciously in his gut.

He jerked with want and need as John's hips began to stutter in rhythm and his hand began moving quickly brushing his thumb against Sherlock's head roughly. Sherlock moaned loudly as his orgasm crashed through him sending delicious heat coursing over his skin as he felt John come against his stomach. The shorter boy collapsed on top of him as they both gasped and shuddered against the sensation onslaught.

"Never…" Sherlock gasped. "Never again will I let it be a year before I get to see you like this again."

"Like what?" John whispered into his skin.

"So deliciously naked and wanton and spent against me." Sherlock growled softly holding John close.

"Good." John said snuggling against him. "Because the feeling's mutual. Now let's get cleaned up before we're cemented against each other."

They dragged themselves back into the pond and cleaned up quickly before climbing out and pulling their pants back on. They basked in the sunshine dozing lightly and gripping each other tightly for the rest of the afternoon.

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"Oh this is a happy coincidence, isn't it?" Mycroft smirked scarily. "What are the odds that if I sat here quietly reading a book on the day that Sherlock returned by this particular walking path I would run into you, Jim?"

Jim held a hand to his still bleeding nose and glared at the tall man in front of him. He could feel the bruises blooming on his face. He was furious and this prick was not helping.

"Fuck off." Jim growled angrily.

"That does look painful." Mycroft continued. "Did you not anticipate Sherlock's right hook?"

Jim went to stalk around the asshat but was stopped by the end of an umbrella. "Fuck off."

"I'm pretty sure that I warned you about what would happen if you came onto my property again." Mycroft said coldly.

"You must never get laid," Jim said viciously. "If you have this much free time to devote to the laughable attempt to protect that fuckslut's virtue."

"Wrong on both counts, I'm afraid." Mycroft said nonchalantly. "I am quite satisfied sexually. And I don't need to protect my younger brother. He's more than capable of taking care of himself. I just like torturing you."

Jim attempted to walk away again but was tripped by that blasted umbrella again. He whirled around to hit that infernal git and was stopped by the cold, hard stare on the elder Holmes's face.

"You see, Jim." Mycroft said evenly. "Sherlock will let you go once and if you ever attempt to interfere with him again, they won't be able to identify your body. But I'm not like that. With me, they'll never even find your body. Or any actual evidence that you existed at all. I'll erase you."

"More death threats?" Jim scoffed.

"Who said anything about killing you?" Mycroft smirked darkly. "I just said they wouldn't find you."

Jim felt something cold slide through his body and jumped as two sets of hands gripped his shoulder painfully. He struggled and jerked and fought but to no avail. The brutes had him firmly between them. He felt rage and fear race through his system as he stared at the impassive face of Mycroft Holmes. "You and I are going to have so much time to get to know one another. Won't that be fun?"

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"Thanks for dinner, Mum." John said gathering up the plates to wash them up.

"Yes, thank you." Sherlock said awkwardly.

Awkward was the only real emotional response to have after that little dinner. Saying that his Mum was uncomfortable with the situation was an understatement. She'd been polite but incredibly quiet. She was still a bit miffed by Sherlock and wasn't particularly happy with John's relationship, but she was much too polite to ever voice that opinion. If it had been anyone else that John had brought home, they would never have noticed his mother's dislike. But this was Sherlock bloody Holmes. He had John's Mum pegged from the minute she set the asparagus on the table. It was almost silent at the table with his mother occasionally asking questions about Sherlock's plans for the next year and John's studies.

His Mum had all but demanded that this dinner take place when he had informed her of Sherlock's return from his stint in rehab. Her exact words were, "I need to meet the boy that you seem so determined to forgive after everything you went through".

He threw a silent prayer of thanks to the heavens that his Mum had to leave for work within the next few minutes. He couldn't wait for this awful night to be over. They cleaned up the kitchen quickly and his Mum kissed him lightly on the cheek before sighing and leaving the house.

He turned to apologize to his boyfriend but found him smiling lightly in his chair at the table. "What's got you in such a good mood after that?"

Sherlock stood and pulled him into a kiss before snuggling in to breathe in John's scent. "I can't really be mad about her not liking me. I was a complete arse last year."

"True." John said lightly. "But I am sorry it was so awkward."

"Awkward I am more than capable of dealing with." Sherlock murmured. "If it means, I get to spend the rest of the evening with you."

"Oh, really." John said feeling heat radiate off the taller boy and seep into his skin. "What do you think we should do?"

Sherlock pulled back to stare at John with those wonderful eyes before reaching into his pocket to pull out a condom. "If you want?"

John felt his entire body flood with want as he stared at the tiny packet clutched in his boyfriend's hand. His mind seemed to shatter momentarily as the implications of that little wrapped up promise gripped his consciousness.

"Only if you're ready," Sherlock reassured him.

"Yes." John breathed pulling Sherlock in to kiss him passionately. "God yes."

They practically ran up the stairs to John's bedroom and John let Sherlock begin stripping off his jumper and undershirt. "Do you remember when I slept up here?"

"How could I forget?" John breathed as he helped Sherlock out of his clothes. "My sheets smelt like you for days."

"Did you know that I pleasured myself on those sheets?" Sherlock purred. "After you left me to go downstairs, I curled up against your pillow and wanked at the thought you lying here beside me."

John froze with lust and want gripping at Sherlock's neck tightly. "Holy fuck."

Sherlock's fingers grazing against the bulge in his pants brought him back to life as he groaned into the touch. He pulled Sherlock into a bruising kiss, brushing his thumbs against Sherlock's nipples and smirking at the gaspy moan that issued from Sherlock's mouth. They stripped off their pants quickly before collapsing against the bed and snogging fiercely.

Sherlock pulled away to find his trousers and pulled out a small sachet of lube before turning back to John with an intense, heat-filled stare. "Are you sure, John?"

"I've never been more sure of anything in my entire life." John said firmly. "I need you in me. I need to feel you."

"Stop that right now or I'm going to come right now." Sherlock ordered lightly before kissing the shorter boy.

"We can't have that." John giggled.

Sherlock pulled back to look seriously at the boy beneath him. "I do want to warn you…it might hurt. The first time normally does."

"I'm aware." John said quietly. "But I trust you, Sherlock. I want this."

Sherlock felt his heart swell heavily in his chest before placing a gentle kiss on his John's forehead. "It will hurt less if you're on your stomach."

"Alright." John said rolling over. "I…you'll have to…I don't actually know all of the particulars."

"I've got you, John." Sherlock whispered placing a series of kisses along John's back. "Just relax. We have to open you up a bit."

John shivered at those words and spread his legs open suggestively sending bolts of pure lust through the taller boy. His hands were shaking lightly as he opened the condom and rolled it on first before lubing up two of his fingers liberally. He opened up John's cheeks gently before running a finger lightly against his entrance. John jerked lightly but his gasp was enough to allow Sherlock to dip one finger in feeling the muscles contracting at the invasion. "Take deep breaths. Just relax."

John pulled in a shuddering breath and groaned as Sherlock pushed a finger farther in and began pumping in and out gently before whispering, "How does that feel?"

"A bit strange," John murmured. "But good."

Sherlock continued the slow pumping and John shifted as another finger was added stretching him wider. "Fuck, John. This is so…you've no idea."

John felt his entire body simultaneously break out into a sweat and shiver roughly at the lust-hazed voice of his boyfriend. John curled one hand into his mouth and clutched the other one in the sheets. His entire body surged off the bed as Sherlock's fingers curled inside him and grazed his prostate. "Fuck!"

"I know." Sherlock purred. "Just wait. It gets so much better."

John felt his body open quickly as Sherlock relentlessly pulsed in and out brushing against his prostate over and over. "Sherlock, now. Please. Fuck. Me. Now."

Sherlock shivered at the wanton demand and stretched himself over John to place a light sucking kiss against his shoulder blades. "God yes. Bend your knees."

John complied and felt anticipation flood through his body as Sherlock placed a hand on his hip and pushing the head of his cock lightly against the blond's entrance. He pushed in slowly and John winced and whimpered at the pressure and stretch.

"Just breathe, John." Sherlock gasped. "Fuck. Just relax."

John forced his breathing to slow and tried to relax his muscles around the head of Sherlock's cock. He was shivering and fidgeting at the discomfort.

"John." Sherlock said raggedly. "I think we should stop."

"No!" John almost shouted. "No. I want this. So badly. I just have to get used to it first."

He felt the rigid set of Sherlock's body as John fought against the instinctive need to pull away. "T-t-touch me."

He felt his body shift from pain to pleasure at Sherlock's light stroking on his cock. He let the high from Sherlock's fingers relax his body slowly before whispering, "Okay. More."

He held his breath as another of inch of Sherlock's erection filled him and huffed out at the feel of it. The realization flooded him with heat. He had Sherlock. In him. It was fucking hot. He moaned and pushed back a bit encouraging his boyfriend to push deeper. He gasped at the feel of Sherlock's erection against his prostate.

"John?" Sherlock gasped brokenly.

"Fuck me, Sherlock." John moaned. "God, fuck me."

He adjusted to the sensation of Sherlock moving in and out carefully and felt his skin flush with arousal. The sound of Sherlock's groan caused his hips to buck involuntarily. His own erection was hard and flushed against the curve of his stomach. Sherlock increased his speed leaving John hot and writhing beneath him.

"Oh, fuck." Sherlock gasped. "John, I'm going to…fuck."

John nodded dumbly as the sensations seemed to drive him slightly mad. He moaned loudly as Sherlock's free hand enveloped his hard-on and began pumping mercilessly. "

I want to feel you." Sherlock whispered. "I want to feel you come first, before I do."

The silky voice of his boyfriend made his own hips buck lightly and quickly as the sensation of Sherlock against his prostate sent him over the edge. His entire body convulsed and electricity sparked over his skin again and again as he came in a half a dozen strong jerks. Sherlock thrust in twice more before gasping John's name and filling the shorter boy. They both collapsed against the sheets breathing heavily and trying to reform their shattered minds. Sherlock pulled out slowly and disposed of the condom before grabbing his own pants and cleaning off John's stomach and arse carefully.

"There's a bit of blood." Sherlock murmured. "But everything looks okay. How do you feel?"

"Sore." John whispered as Sherlock curled against his back and pulled him close. "But wonderful."

He felt his heart skip as the taller boy clutched at him tighter leaving a trail of kisses along his neck and shoulders. "It was okay, then?"

"It was perfect." John said reassuringly.

"John?" Sherlock asked hesitantly.

The tone of his voice made John wince lightly as he turned to face the genius. "Hmm?"

"You matter to me." Sherlock said firmly. The taller boy ran a hand through John's hair before resting their foreheads together.

"I know." John said quietly. "And you matter to me."

Sherlock sighed heavily and let a small smile grace his beautiful features. He pulled John into his chest wrapped his arms protectively around the shorter boy as they both drifted off into a post-coital nap.

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I bow down to the genius that are my readers! Don't worry. We're not done with Jim yet but spending time with Mycroft in a secret government facility should help with that awful attitude of his. Thanks again for reading and reviewing!