John pulled away, his eyes wide. "Great! Lock, what do we do?" he hissed, sitting away.
Sherlock threw John a dressing gown, running his fingers through his own hair to tame it a little.
John retied the gown around his waist and sat against the sofa, photo album on his lap to hide his arousal. He glanced at Sherlock and managed a kind smile when their landlady entered the room. "Good morning Mrs H."
"Morning, boys!" she answered, kissing both their foreheads sweetly.
John smiled and looked up at her. "How are you doing, Mrs H?"
"Not bad at all. I just came up to see if you two needed anything?"
Lube, John's naughty brain complied helpfully, but he merely shook his head. "No, erm, I don't."
When Sherlock said the same, she nodded, wished them a good day and took her leave.
John blinked and looked at Sherlock, and soon a giggle started bubbling up. "Oh, that was close," he said, laughing softly.
Sherlock was in a fit of laughter, "You should've seen your face! You looked so guilty!"
John pouted and tightened the gown around him. "I did not look guilty," he mumbled.
"You so did! Maybe she's suspicious!" he smirked.
John smirked at that. "I'm sure she heard you last night."
"What? Me? You're joking, right? Was I loud?" It was Sherlock's turn to blush fiercely.
John giggled and gave him a soft kiss. "You were wonderful, that's what you were, Lockie. You are amazing, gorgeous, brilliant, and you're mine."
"Now that, I am," the brunette smiled, cuddling into him and taking his hand. "I love you, my dear John."
John sighed happily and gave his bouncy curls a soft kiss. "And I you, Lockie. Now, shall I make us some breakfast?"
"If you must." Sherlock got up, helping John up and keeping a hold of his hand as they walked to the kitchen.
John gently pushed Sherlock on the chair and began to make some toast with butter and sugar, babbling on about the pancakes he could make, how they should make a full English together one day before he left again, and how he really would like to finish looking through their album.
Sherlock listened with a smile, folding his napkin into a swan as he watched the other. He playfully placed it next to John's plate.
Once the toast and the eggs were done, John put the heavy pan on the table, and only then noticed the swan. "Oh, brilliant!" Gingerly, John lifted the fragile thing. "Origami too, huh?"
Sherlock chuckled. "I was often bored as a child, my love." He took his arm, sitting him down. "You work too hard. From this moment onward, for the duration of today, you won't need to lift a finger."
John smiled lovingly as he sat down. "Say that again?"
"I'll do everything for you today," he rephrased with a smile back, taking John's hand.
John smirked and shook his head. "No, the other thing. You called me something."
"Oh…uhm…love?" he asked, blushing slightly and busying himself in selecting his toast.
John picked the most black one for himself, and slathered jam over it. "Yeah, love. I like that," he said, smirking at Sherlock. "The blush suits you."
Sherlock grinned, before frowning at the toast John picked. "Do you always eat the burnt ones? It's bad for you."
John rolled his eyes and took a bite. "Wha'? I'm no' throwin' away bread, y'know, just 'cause it's blackish." He shrugged and swallowed his mouthful. "And you're nor having them, so I do."
"If your mum could see you now," Sherlock grinned, "she would see that being in the army has at least taught you to 'be grateful for what you have'. I remember her rants when you wouldn't eat your vegetables as a child."
John rolled his eyes. "Her vegetables are dreadful, she always overcooks them." He took another bite and chewed swiftly. Nocturnal activities made him rather hungry.
The detective smiled over at him, taking his hand across the table. "So John," he said, "plans for today?"
John grinned and thumbed over Sherlock's knuckles. "I was thinking a quiet day in. Well... relatively quiet. You see, I just acquired a boyfriend, and I'd like to get to know him better." He smirked cheekily.
"Oh, very wise," Sherlock grinned back, eating some toast and swallowing before speaking, "what do you think of him so far?"
John sat back, head tilted. "Absolutely gorgeous, a brilliant kisser, absolute genius, and really good in bed." He smirked.
Sherlock blushed, failing to suppress his smile as he rose from his seat and walked over to give John a slow kiss.
John moaned softly into the kiss, and closed his eyes as his hand disappeared in thick curls. When they pulled away to breathe, John gave him a look brimming with love.
Sherlock grinned a little, sitting down in his lap since he was quite light. "I love you," he whispered softly. "Thank you for being mine."
John's blue eyes softened and he wrapped an arm around Sherlock's waist. "I should thank you," he said, nuzzling Sherlock's neck and pressing warm kisses there. "You are so perfect."
Sherlock wrapped his arms back around John's neck, giving him soft kisses to his cheeks in return.
John smiled happily and sighed as they pulled apart. He could really get used to this, having an affectionate boyfriend, sharing kisses in their kitchen.
"John," Sherlock murmured quietly, "when you leave the army…will you live here with me? Or get your own flat?"
John smoothed his hands down a silk-clad back. "I don't know," he said honestly. "Depends on what you want, actually, and how our relationship is. It's a bit too early to decide, don't you think?"
Sherlock pouted. "That means you might leave me."
John gently squeezed his bum. "Does it?"
The pout disappeared and a blushing young detective buried his face into the other's neck.
John grinned and slipped his hands under the dressing gown. "I asked you a question, silly. Does that mean I'll leave you?"
"It might," Sherlock answered with a dreamy sigh, now totally focused on the touch.
John pinched the smooth skin under his hands. "No, it might not. There is a very slim chance that you'll lose me, Lockie."
"Okay," the brunette giggled, "but you must tame your fingers."
John smirked and squeezed Sherlock's bum again. "Don't wanna," he said with a pout. "You feel nice."
Sherlock hummed happily and snuggled closer to him. "I'm fine with that, actually."
John laughed and held him closer. "That's brilliant, then," he replied, getting up slowly to carry his boyfriend back to the bedroom. "Round two?"
"Would be most welcome, strong soldier." He nipped his neck lightly.
John chuckled softly and gently lowered him on the bed before crawling after him. "I love you," he whispered, right before he kissed him deeply.
Sherlock responded in kind with the tone of his kiss, eyes falling closed as he wrapped his arms around the other.
John hummed softly and started to undress his boyfriend while giving him teasing small pecks all over his now bare chest. "You are so gorgeous," he whispered, leaning up to kiss his jaw. "Both body and mind. I'm totally in love, with both."
Sherlock blushed happily, snuggling into John and gently stroking his inner thighs. "And as for you, you are gorgeous inside and out. You are loving and patient and strong and brave, and everything one could dream of."
"Oh, shush," John said, his cheeks turning a bright red. He looked down and bit his lip, "You never said a word about how you felt."
"Obviously, or we'd be in this bed together much, much sooner," he smirked.
John grinned too, and leaned down for a kiss. "Cheeky detective is cheeky," he almost purred, running his hand up a smooth bare chest.
Sherlock shivered, winking at him playfully. "Sounds like he needs to be taught a lesson."
John giggled and reached out to get what he needed. "Indeed, Sherlockie." He gave him a kiss, because how could he not!?, and gently nudged Sherlock.
Sherlock hummed erotically at John's touches, batting his eyelids at him with a charming smirk.
John chuckled and suddenly rolled them over. "You know what? Why don't you do the work?" he asked, grinning up at his boyfriend.
Sherlock was smiling, despite looking a little flustered, "Uh…yeah. Okay, uhm…do you think I'll be okay at it?"
John smiled and slipped his hands down the curve of Sherlock's back and behind. "Oh, yes. I know you will, you are good at everything. Just go slow, like I showed you last night."
For the next hour or so, John had Sherlock's complete and undivided attention. The detective did his best to remember all the correct moves, and while doing so, he also learnt about what John responded best to.
Sweaty and panting, John finally melted into the mattress, grinning like a loon. "That was brilliant," he muttered as he rolled onto his side to snuggle up to Sherlock. He felt sore, but in a brilliantly good way, and he hummed happily.
Sherlock drew him close and rubbed his behind lovingly, soothing his lower half. "So were you, I love you," the detective smiled softly. John looked so handsome like this, all tousled and flushed.
John sighed as the pain left him a little, and cuddled closer against Sherlock's sweaty skin. "Brilliant," he repeated happily. "I love you too. You're just perfect."
Sherlock beamed at that, and continued massaging his back. "Feel better?"
John hummed and lazily blinked. "Yeah, better. You just took my innocence in that," he said, "I'm glad that at least that's yours now." He sighed happily.
Sherlock smiled lovingly and nuzzled his cheek. "Sweetie?" he mumbled with a giggle, "You know what else is mine?"
John hummed unintelligibly. "Nah?"
"This." Sherlock wriggled down the bed to kiss over John's heart.
John bit down on his lip and nodded. "Yes. You're right, Sherlock. That's all yours." He ran a gentle hand through thick, messy curls, feeling happier than in a long, long, long while.
Sherlock closed his eyes, tucking his nose into John's neck and kissing and suckling there playfully.
John groaned softly and squirmed uncomfortably under Sherlock's touch. He was always a little bit more sensitive afterwards, and arched away from Sherlock's lips.
Sherlock's eyes widened, "I'm sorry," he apologised, "what did I do?"
John blinked down at Sherlock's face and shook his head. "No, nothing, really. I just don't really like it when you do that after I just, erm... came. You see?"
Sherlock clearly didn't see, but he nodded, moving away to put some distance in between them. "Yes, alright. I'm sorry. Won't happen again."
John frowned and turned his head to look at Sherlock. "Why are you lying over there?" he asked, half-laughing. "Come here! Just because I don't like one thing doesn't mean I don't appreciate another." He rolled over to Sherlock and curled up on his side.
Sherlock hugged him close and tentatively dropped a kiss in his hair. "Sorry." He said again.
John hummed contently and looked up. "Don't get all careful around me now, eh?" he asked, "I didn't know I didn't like that either. That's the beauty of... being together, to find things out like that. Now stop apologising."
Sherlock smiled guiltily, having very much decided to be careful around him, "So- okay. Okay John."
John smiled brightly at him and pressed a kiss to Sherlock's bare chest. "Good, well done, Lock." He rubbed his boyfriend's hip and sighed happily. "So, any plans for the rest of today? A Doctor Who marathon, perhaps? I'm sure I missed heaps."
Sherlock groaned. "Oh…fine. For you, if we have to…"
John pouted. "Or we do something else…? You say it, sweetie."
"Doctor Who marathon is acceptable," he answered, "because I will be able to gaze at you for hours while you gaze at the screen for hours."
John laughed softly and curled closer. "And we can cuddle, that's nice too." He smiled and stroked Sherlock's stomach, slowly dipping lower.
He shivered gently, closing his eyes. "Good. Good. Cuddling sounds good."
"Yes, I thought so." John lightly curled his hand around Sherlock, gently kissing his lips. "But first I wanna do this, if you don't mind, that is."
"I'll never mind, no matter what you do," Sherlock smiled fondly, rolling closer to John again and kissing his nose.
John smiled gently and continued kissing Sherlock. He wiped his hand on the sheets once he was done and sat up. "Shall we have a shower, Lockie?"
Sherlock's sole response was a sated moan, and he made absolutely no move to sit up, but buried his face further into the pillow instead.
John giggled and leaned down to kiss the back of Sherlock's neck. "You look absolutely beautiful," he said, humming softly, running his hand gently over the curve of Sherlock's bottom.
Sherlock gave it a little wiggle, giggling and stretching. "Thank you…" he mumbled, slowly moving to sit up. He rolled over and looked at John with a childlike, lazy smile.
John smirked and leaned in for a kiss. "Don't thank me, love, I like saying that to you." He ran a gentle hand through Sherlock's wild curls.
He smiled up at him and pulled him in for a kiss. "Why honey?"
"'Cause it's true," John said with a laugh. "You are absolutely gorgeous, Lockie." He gave him a kiss full on his mouth and then pulled away. "Shower now. Are you gonna walk or do I have to carry ya?"
Sherlock rolled off the bed like a sleepy baby and sat on the floor, blinking up at him. "Carry me," he decided.
"Oh, you lazy little...!" John bent over and scooped his boyfriend up in his arms to carry him over to the bathroom, where he set him down on the edge of the tub.
Sherlock kissed him thank you, admiring his chiselled figure. He turned on the tap to fill the bath, "Baths are more fun," he grinned.
John laughed and stepped out of the shower again, instead reaching for the bath soap. "Oh, I bet. Shall I get your bath duck, then?"
"Oh, haven't you heard? Bath geese are the latest in fashion, and in that case, you'll do."
Author's Note: SherlockedSherlockian
HAPPY NEW YEAR AND SEASON 3 EVERYONE!
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