Writing smut in a coffee house this time. It's a bit liberating actually. Internet should be back tomorrow afternoon. Thanks for your patience!
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John stirred lightly as Sherlock ran delicate lines up and down his back. He burrowed further into the taller boy's chest and breathed in the delicious scent of sweat and sex and Sherlock. He wanted to wake up to this every day. He glanced over at the clock and saw that it was only one in the morning.
"Have you even slept?" He asked roughly.
"A little." Sherlock answered. "I've mostly just been watching you sleep."
"That's a little creepy." John giggled. "See anything interesting?"
"You snore." Sherlock said simply.
"Oh god." John said rolling away.
"Come back here." Sherlock laughed pulling him close again. They kissed lazily for several minutes just letting the warmth of being together overwhelm them. Sherlock pulled back and racked his slim fingers through John's hair. "When do you go back to London?"
"Tomorrow." John sighed. "I've got to work a shift at the restaurant early Monday morning."
Sherlock huffed angrily and ran a line of rough kisses across John's collarbone. "I don't want to be where you're not anymore."
"You're moving to London within the week, you git." John giggled. "We've done five months of this. Seven more days won't ruin us."
"I don't care." Sherlock said firmly. "I'm tired of being away from you. Of only seeing you a handful of hours in a month. I just want to be with you."
John sucked in a ragged breath at Sherlock's words. He couldn't think of a proper response so made do with dragging the genius into a rough, heated kiss that had them both panting heavily at its conclusion. They fought to kick off the sheets as their bodies filled with lust. Sherlock ran his hands roughly over John's back as he crushed their bare chests together relishing the warm skin against his own. He groaned as John ran his thumbs over Sherlock's nipples feeling fire arc across his chest at the contact. He gasped as John slithered lower and latched onto one of them sucking and licking sending sparks straight to Sherlock's rapidly rising cock.
"Oh, fuck." He breathed heavily feeling John's own erection against his thigh. He grasped at the blond strands of John's hair and let the waves of heat wash over him. He pulled John up to kiss the breath out of the shorter boy running his hands down his back and grasping his arse and squeezing.
"Ow, you great idiot." John growled. "That area's still a bit tender."
Sherlock kissed away the pain before flipping them over and latching onto John's neck running his tongue all the way up to John's earlobe and sucking claiming it for his own.
"Oh fuck." John moaned grabbing at Sherlock's thighs and massaging them in time with the genius's tongue.
"Fuck me, John." He breathed heavily tracing a wet line down John's chest with his lips. "I want you inside me."
He felt John freeze beneath him and glanced up. He smiled in response to the look of lusty curiosity and fear on John's face. He moved up to lean heavily over the shorter boy and kissed him lightly. "Do you want to?"
"Y-yes." John panted. "But I don't…know what to do."
"It's incredibly fortunate then that you have me here."Sherlock purred. He claimed John's lips hungrily before pulling the shorter boy's hand up to him. He kissed the palm gently before grabbing for the lube and pouring it onto John's fingers. He shifted around to lie on his back and pulled John up and over him. He spread his legs open and felt warmth race through his body at the sight of John panting softly between his splayed thighs.
"Start with one finger." He whispered softly arching into the feel of John pushing lightly against his entrance. He could feel John trembling slightly as he worked his finger slowly in and out of him. He felt his body buzz with delight at the shorter boy working inside him. "Oh god. Another…another finger, John."
He moaned unabashedly as John slipped two digits in him and started pumping in and out slowly. His cock was hard and throbbing against his stomach and John's hand on his hip was like a branding iron against his skin. He groaned loudly as the blond's fingers grazed over his prostate and he arched his back in delight. "Fuck, John. That feels wonderful."
Oh, god. Sherlock." John panted. "This is…oh…I'm so hard right now."
He grappled with the sheets as John began scissoring his fingers apart to open Sherlock up more. Sherlock moaned and writhed pushing himself further onto John's fingers gasping at the brushes against the bundle of nerves nestled inside him. His entire body was buzzing with heat as the soft caresses inside him grew in confidence and speed.
"I've got to have you, Sherlock." John said brokenly. "Right now."
"Come here." Sherlock panted as he pulled the shorter boy up to kiss him wantonly, their lips brushing lightly allowing their tongues to move together freely. "Lie on your back."
John shifted against the bed and watched intently as Sherlock leaned down to grab another condom and sachet of lube from his trousers. The taller boy grinned at the unabashed moan that escaped from John as he rolled the condom deftly onto the blond's hard and swollen cock brushing lube over it liberally.
"Ready?" Sherlock asked.
"Yes." John groaned. "Fuck, yes."
Sherlock straddled the shorter boy carefully before guiding John's cock to his entrance and lowering himself gently. The blond's hand clutched Sherlock's thighs as he shook with need.
"You're so tight." John whispered. "Holy fuck."
Sherlock sighed in pleasure as he dropped lower taking John fully into himself up to the hilt. He stayed still for a few seconds adjusting to the feeling before moving slowly. He leaned forward resting his weight on his elbow catching John's gaze and holding it reveling in the desire and affection staring back at him from his boyfriend's eyes. John swallowed heavily before experimentally thrusting his hips up sending sparks of pleasure through both boys.
"Oh, John." Sherlock gasped finding the shorter boy's rhythm and matching it letting John's hips snap up into him again and again as his cock hit the taller boy's prostate.
"Sherlock." John moaned. "Oh Christ. This is…this is…"
"Touch me, John." Sherlock whispered. "Please."
Sherlock arched into the feel of a hand gripping his cock firmly and stroking quickly, "Yes. Like that. Oh. God."
Sherlock felt his entire body spasm lightly as his body prepared for his release. He felt his mind shatter at the onslaught of heat and touch and pleasure.
"John…fuck…I'm going to…yes…oh yes…" Sherlock stuttered as he rose higher and higher on the rush of his impending orgasm. It crashed over him in wave after wave of sparking and fizzing heat throughout his body. He was mumbling incoherently as the final spurts of come rung themselves out against John's chest. He held on as John came into him with a yelp of pleasure bucking wildly. He attempt to slow his pounding heart and gasping breaths as he pulled slowly out of the shorter boy, his skin oversensitive from his release. He collapsed against John and turned on his side to try to catch his gaze. John was huffing deeply with his arm thrown over his eyes.
"John." Sherlock nudged him lightly.
"Did you mean it?" John asked quietly.
"Mean what?" Sherlock said feeling his muscles shut down for sleep.
John moved his arm and stared at Sherlock intently for several seconds before turning to grab his undershirt to wipe off the come that was quickly cooling on his stomach.
"Mean what, John?" Sherlock asked again.
He saw John's wry grin before he rolled his eyes and poked Sherlock lightly in the side. "Nothing. I'm knackered. Come here and keep me warm."
They curled up together setting the alarm early enough to put themselves back together before John's mother got home.
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John stepped off the train and made his way slowly back to Debbie's flat. He was having a very difficult time keeping a stupid grin off his face entirely the fault of a certain tall genius. He couldn't seem to contain the emotions that were cascading happily through his cranium. He felt his skin flush a deep red at the memory of Sherlock on top of him gasping and panting into his orgasm. John wasn't exactly sure if what the taller boy said next actually counted or not, but he couldn't seem to push away the tingly electricity buzzing against his skin every time the memory rose to the front of his mind.
"Oh, god. I love you…I love you…love you." Sherlock had breathed as his body arched into the rush of his release.
"And the bloody arse didn't even realize he said it." John mumbled as he got off the Tube and walked the few blocks home. He opened the door and was pulled into a quick hug by Debbie who was determined to cook a homemade meal and had spent all afternoon cooking something gelatinous and terrifying. She was in the process of binning the entire experiment when John had got home.
"Take-away?" Debbie asked with a rueful grin.
"Definitely take-away." John answered. "Indian or Thai?"
They were just finishing up the pad thai and ginger chicken when Debbie ruffled his hair lightly. "You look so happy, John."
He blushed again before answering, "I really am."
"Oh, to be young and in love." Debbie said with a grin.
"You're hilarious." John said tossing a pillow at her.
"Yes, I do believe I am." She said chucking it back. "But we do have to have a bit of a chat."
"About what?" He asked curiously.
"Your mum called me today." She said sighing heavily and putting on her surrogate parent face.
"Oh?" John asked.
"While we're both extremely happy that you're using protection," She said firmly. "Don't you think you're a bit young, John?"
"I don't know what you're talking about." He lied feeling his entire face burn scarlet.
"Your mum found the condoms in the bin in the garage, John." His aunt sighed. "Please don't lie to me. I'm not an idiot."
John began stammering oddly hating this conversation already, "But…it's…he's my boyfriend."
"Yes, he is." Debbie answered. "But you're only seventeen and this relationship is a bit new."
"I've known him for over a year." He said defensively.
"Yes, but for the majority of that time he was in a rehab facility after taking cocaine and cheating on you." Debbie said firmly. "You only just started seeing each other regularly again. Don't you think it's a bit soon to become that intimate?"
"But, I love him." John said with a resigned sort of conviction.
"Oh, John." She sighed. "I know you do. I'm not going to ban him from the flat or anything. Your mum and I just want you to be careful."
"So what are we talking about here then?" He asked.
"Flat rules." She said. "You will let me know via text or an actual phone call when you both are in the flat. You will answer all of my questions honestly and openly. You will not sneak out during the middle of the night. You will not skip classes during the day and you will not let your grades drop. He will not be staying over. You will use protection at all times and submit to doctor's appointments if I feel it's necessary. Do we have a deal?"
"Yeah, alright." He answered. "But don't you think you're being…"
"A bit overprotective?" His aunt finished for him. "Overprotective of my only nephew who spent almost eight months depressed and listless over the very boy who is now moving to London after a stint in rehab. No, I really don't think we are."
"Please promise me that you will at least try to get along with him." John said quietly. "Mum can barely even look at him."
"I promise that I will give him the benefit of the doubt." She hedged. "Because you like him."
"Thank you." He sighed.
"When is he arriving?" She asked.
"Saturday." He answered.
"Do you want to invite him over for take-away Saturday evening?" She asked politely.
"Yes, please." John answered. "I know you'll like him. He's bloody brilliant."
"Yes, well." She said firmly. "Brilliant is all well and good, but I think I'd prefer devoted instead."
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I know it's annoying having Mrs. Watson and Aunt Debbie uncomfortable about John's relationship with Sherlock but I can't imagine them reacting any other way after what happened the year before. I hope you forgive me.