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The next night he calls John, but they just talk. Sherlock goes over the case and bounces ideas off John, and all in all Sherlock feels better about the case. The night after that is the same, and the day after that Sherlock finishes the case.

Sherlock doesn't tell John he's on his way home. At Heathrow Airport he lets his phone go to voicemail three times and John grows worried. Instead of calling Mycroft like he had been the days before he spoke to Sherlock, John marches down to Greg Lestrade's office.

Sherlock, incidentally, is also at Greg Lestrade's office.

"Greg, I—" John starts as he throws the office door open. John's jaw drops nearly to the floor.

Sherlock stares, also in shock, and tries to talk. "Oh, John, I'm—" I'm back, he tries to say.

John takes three wide steps at his tall husband and attacks Sherlock in a kiss.

"Umf!" Sherlock mumbles as his lips are attached to John's. Sherlock tries his best to kiss back, but John's holding his face so tight that he can't really get much purchase. He stares wide eyed at John's blissfully closed eyes.

When John finally pulls away he's panting and his lips are swollen. He clears his throat and wipes his mouth with the back of his hand. "Good to see you, Detective," he says.

Sherlock wipes his lips with his thumb and index finger, much more nice than John did. "Likewise, Doctor."

Lestrade rolls his eyes. At the names he rolls his eyes. Not at the two men snogging like starving cats in the middle of his office. At their greeting titles.

"Anyway," Lestrade gets their attention. "Sherlock, what else happened?"

Sherlock goes on with what he was telling Lestrade before John so lustfully interrupted. As he finishes, Sherlock stands. "And now, if you'd excuse me, I've got to use the restroom," he says, leaving the room.

John and Lestrade sit and talk a minute before John gets an idea. "I've had a lot to drink today," John says, "Excuse me for just a moment."

Lestrade eyes him suspiciously as John leaves the room.

"Sherlock?" John asks, knocking on the door to the single stall loo tucked in the corner of Lestrade's floor. He knows Sherlock only uses that bathroom while at NSY.

Sherlock unlocks the door but doesn't open it.

John looks for any one watching, finds no eavesdroppers, and slips into the small room.

This bathroom really is tiny. It's just about the size of a handicap stall, only with a toilet and a sink. As soon as he's through the door, Sherlock attacks him in a kiss.

John quickly reciprocates, pushing Sherlock against the opposite wall and pushing against him. John spreads his legs to be on either side of Sherlock's and Sherlock slides down the wall so their rapidly filling cocks are lined up.

John instantly begins humping his love's clothed cock through his own clothes, but the friction was dead on and both men groaned.

"I missed you so fucking much," John says, gripping Sherlock's black curls and thrusting harder.

Sherlock grabs his hips and holds on tight, standing still as he lets John thrust against him. The thought of standing and letting someone touch him like this is filthy to Sherlock. He loves it.

"Ughhhh!" John yells in frustration.

"What? What?" Sherlock panics.

"Not…" he grunts. "Enough…"

Sherlock bites John's bottom lip and pushes him back, then sticks his tongue deep into John's mouth and twisting it. John's eyes roll to the back of his head as Sherlock pushes him against the sink and begins to undo his trousers.

"Sherlock," John groans as his cock is freed.

With one hand, Sherlock reaches between them and undoes his own trousers, with the other hand he shoves his fingers into John's hair and pulls John's head towards his, letting John invade his mouth. They both moan and John thrusts his hips at Sherlock's hand between them.

Sherlock shoves his pants below his arse and crouches so he can take him and John both into one firm grip. The stance in uncomfortable for him, so he lifts John onto the sink while licking and sucking on John's neck.

John moans. Sherlock's strength has always been a huge turnon, and the feeling of Sherlock's tongue on his neck makes him buck his hips.

Sherlock pulls off John and spits in his hand a few times, then slicks their cocks up with his spit. He reaches between them once again and takes them both in hand, this time standing perfectly straight and being able to stroke and thrust against John.

"Just fuck me, Sherlock," John pleads.

"Not here," Sherlock groans. "Home. At home."

John lowers his hand and runs them lightly over Sherlock's bare hips. He finally reaches Sherlock's plump behind and squeezes. He kneads Sherlock's arse as Sherlock thrusts harder.

"Oh, John…" Sherlock sighs, throwing his head back.

"Come for me, love," John begs. "Please, come for me."

Sherlock presses his forehead firmly against his husband's, stares into John's deep blue eyes, and comes with a low grunt. John feels the wetness between them and nearly comes, but in the peak of his orgasm, Sherlock grabbed hold of himself and left John's cock alone.

When he finally gets his head back, Sherlock takes deep breaths in John's face. John grabs Sherlock's head and lightly pulls his hair. He gives Sherlock a dozen small kisses all over his face. "I love you, oh, I love you," John mutters.

"John…" Sherlock lustfully purrs, then dips his head and engulfs John's cock in his warm, wet mouth.

"Oh my god!" John nearly shouts, the heat feeling excruciatingly good on his long lonely cock.

Sherlock greedily sucks at John while hardly taking breaths or swallowing. Having no gag reflex, Sherlock arches his neck as best he can and deep throats John's cock, swallowing the head and licking at the shaft.

John digs his fingers deep into Sherlock's hair and pulls roughly. Two minutes later he's panting, "God, Sherlock, yes! There, right there, oh god…Sherlock I'm…Sherlock I'm com—" With that he comes deep into Sherlock's mouth with a loud groan.

Sherlock swallows and stands, his face level with John's.

"That was…" John tries.

"I missed you."

John strokes Sherlock's cheek. "I missed you, too, love."

"Promise me I can't leave ever again."

John snorts. "That's kind of your decision."

Sherlock smiles. "Promise me you won't let me."

John smiles at his husband. "Deal."

They emerge from the bathroom long after they went in. John tells Sherlock he'll wait downstairs while Sherlock finishes up with Lestrade.

He walks through the door and without saying hello, Lestrade says, "Please don't shag here ever again."

Sherlock smirks. "I've just come to say goodbye."

Lestrade rolls his eyes. "Go on, then. I'm sure you and John have a lovely evening planned."

Sherlock smiles. "Your shirt and cologne and fresh haircut tells me you do, as well." Sherlock goes to the door and turns the knob, looking back to see Lestrade blushing. "Tell my brother I say hello."

Lestrade blushes more, making Sherlock laugh.

Sherlock finds John on the street and goes up to him.

"Ready?" John asks.

"For what?"

"Hmm," John takes Sherlock's hand and walks down the street. "Early dinner? Early to bed?"

Sherlock smiles down at him. "I'd rather skip dinner," he says.

John snorts. "Not bloody likely, young man. Now, tell me about the case."

With that, they walk hand in hand down the street as Sherlock eccentrically retells the tale of his last week, including the phone sex.

*Sequel to previous chapter, 'Miss'. Thanks! Review!

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