Au: okay guys so this is where the story turns from a K+ into a T. Johnlock finally, took me a while to get there! There may not be an update for a couple of days but will try hard to make it a good one!
Sherlock woke in his bed the next morning with a blinding headache and not much memory of the night before. He remembered going down to the bar to talk to John and having his first drink, but then things got a bit blurry. Suddenly Sherlock was awakened form his thoughts by a soft grunt that came firm next to him. He looked over and saw John lying next to him, with his arm reaching out towards Sherlock. Sherlock quickly looked under the covers not knowing what he wanted to see, it did it anyway and saw that they were both stark naked. He looked around the room and saw clothes strewn everywhere on the floor and and on the back of furniture. What had happened last night! This was not the way that Sherlock had planned to woo John. He was now very unsure about what his next move should be, he could either stay and have to talk it out with John or he could leave John alone, and let him wake up in Sherlocks bed, wondering what had happened. Sherlock knew which one he would prefer to do, run for the hills and never admit to taking advantage of poor John, but he knew that if he wanted to ever fix the mess he had created, he would have to stay and talk it out.
Slowly Sherlock crept out of bed and quickly put some pants on and wrapped his blue silk dressing gown around him. He was just pulling some trousers on, when he heard some faint mumbling coming from the bed.
'Sher-Sherlock ' John whispered in a very hoarse voice.' Why am I in your bed, naked?' John already knew the answer, but he did not want to admit it. He knew that one day his feelings would get the better of him. He must have taken advantage of Sherlock, and now he will have ruined their friendship forever.
'Good morning John.' Sherlock replied,'I think we both know why you are in my bed and I just want to say how sorry I am, that it is where you awoke. I must have let my feelings take over me, you see. And I understand if you want to leave right now and move out as soon as we get back to London.'
'What ? No ! It was me who took advantage of you! I made you drink and then I pushed you into doing this.' John looked down at his lap, ashamed.
'John, you didn't push me into this, in fact now is probably a good time to tell you that I have developed emotions for you, and not just friendly ones. I understand if you do not want to see me again.'
' Sherlock, come over here.' John beckoned Sherlock towards the bed, when Sherlock sat down on the edge of it, John shuffled closer, still wrapped in the duvet, and gently pulled Sherlocks face towards his. 'There is nothing I have wants more than you for the last few months.' And with that John pulled Sherlock into an amazing, heart wrenching kiss.
Sherlock was soon lying on top of John, showering him in kisses of affection. His mouth was soon making its way down Johns throat, and then found its way to johns nipple. He played with it for a while, teasing with John, as he let the smaller man let let out groans of delight. Sherlocks hands grabbed at johns torso pulling him closer until their chests were placed firmly together. He pressed his cock against Johns feeling it turn harder at the impact. He slid down the bed so that he could observe Johns penis, it was half hard and Sherlock decided that he needed to do something about that. He gently put it in his mouth and johns let out a rather loud groan. Sherlock played with it in his mouth, running his tongue down his shaft and softly sucking the end of it. This carried on for a while until Sherlock tasted the pre cum in his mouth. He swallowed it and then removed his mouth from Johns cock. John let out a grunt of disappointment but any traces of that disappeared when Sherlock found a bottle of lube and started applying it to his own, now hard as well, cock. Sherlock pushed open johns legs until he was straddling Sherlock and then Sherlock gently inserted two of his fingers into Johns arse, Johns moans were now becoming more frequent and definitely louder as Sherlock pushed his fingers in with more vigour and force. He then removed them quickly and lined his cock up with Johns crack, then thruster forwards. He pushed in and out slowly, making sure he didn't remove himself completely form John, he knew he was nearly at the point of being about to cum, so he started going more rapidly, thrusting harder and deeper, then suddenly he came, John let out a small groan then came himself and they both lay there with a feeling of euphoria and happiness.
After their morning sex, they both took a shower, separately , and decided that it would be good idea to go and get some breakfast. After breakfast they both got into their swimming trunks and took the short walk down to the beach that lay just infront of their hotel. They got into the water and moved closer together. Sherlocks hand found johns in the water and held it tightly not wanting to err let go. They swam in the sea for half an hour before getting out after feeling freezing. They then lay next to each other on the sand, bodies right next to each other, hands still held in a tight grip, with their minds going over the events of that morning.