Author's Note: Here's the next chapter! I hope that you enjoy it. As always, thank you for your continued support.
They pulled up to their hotel, which was a larger building that was made out of yellow clay. Well, Sherlock thought that it was made out of clay. He and John climbed out of the cab right away, excited to see their room. And to finally start their vacation. John pulled their suitcase out of the trunk and gave it to Sherlock while he picked up their messenger bag and swung it over his shoulder. Sherlock paid the driver and followed John into the hotel. The hotel was beautiful. The foyer had high ceilings, and the marble floor sparkled under the light that entered from the windows that adorned the front of the hotel.
John went to the check-in desk while Sherlock examined the luggage carts. John wasn't sure what was quite so interesting about the carts, but he decided to just let Sherlock be. He figured that Sherlock would be fine since they had established some "good behavior" rules. Not wandering off was one of those, so as long as Sherlock was close to him, he was happy. The receptionist typed their last name in and nodded.
"Okay, your room is all set, Mr. Holmes," she said, handing John their room key. John took it from her, grinning.
"Thank you."
Before John could call Sherlock over, Sherlock took John's hand and led him to the lift. The lift's doors opened soon after he pressed the button. John hurried into the elevator with Sherlock's arms trying to wrap around his waist. The army doctor shook his head but smiled.
John hit the button for their floor. Sherlock moved over to him and kissed down his neck, wanting to be closer to him. John hummed softly, a small smile on his face. The lift rose to their floor, but Sherlock didn't pay any attention to it. He was too busy with planting kisses over John's slightly tanned cheeks. John pressed his cheek into Sherlock's lips.
"Good?" Sherlock murmured right before the doors opened. He sighed and got out, a little disappointed that their lift journey had come to an end. He wanted to continue to flower John with kisses, but he was unable to. Groaning softly, he pulled their suitcase out of the lift and towards their room. John led the way, stopping when he reached their room. He unlocked the door and went in.
"Is it nice?" Sherlock asked as he closed the door. He grinned when he saw the room.
There was a large bed in the center of the room, framed by two nightstands. Opposite to the bed, there was a flat-screen tv that was most definitely larger than than the one that John and Sherlock had at home. On the farthest wall, there were two bay windows that looked out onto the street below.
"Yes, it is nice," John said, sitting on the bed. "The bed is very comfortable too."
Sherlock padded over to John, sitting next to him when he arrived at the bed. He bounced a few times before he nodded.
"You are right. The bed is very comfortable." He said, bouncing on it again.
John chuckled softly and ran his hand through Sherlock's curls.
"I know."
After a few more bounces, Sherlock laid down and rubbed his head against the mattress. Smiling, John crawled up to his side and brushed his lips gently across his. Sherlock brushed his lips against John's, humming softly. He wrapped his arms around his waist and pulled him down so he could kiss him more firmly. John tangled his hand into the detective's curls, tugging his hair lightly. Sherlock let out a small squeak- or what sounded like a squeak- and kissed John harder, desperate for more friction. The slightly smaller man happily responded and opened his lips a bit so he could capture Sherlock's bottom lip in between them. Sherlock let out a small moan and tried to do the same thing. John let out a low groan, a bit overwhelmed by the passion behind the kiss. He pressed his lips against Sherlock's with the same force as his hands unbuttoned his shirt. He slid the shirt off, revealing the taller man's toned torso. John ran his hands down it and smiled softly.
"You're beautiful," he said. He knew that he probably sounded like a broken record since he kept telling Sherlock that he was beautiful, but he couldn't stop. The words seemed to slip out of his mouth before he could stop them.
"You are too, John." Sherlock said, slipping his finger tips under the waistband of John's trousers. John groaned.
"You are more pretty," he said, not thinking about his words.
"No," Sherlock said more firmly as his fingers slid over to the button on John's trousers.
Sherlock tilted his head, silently asking John a question.
"Yes, please, do." John said quietly against Sherlock's ear. Sherlock shivered and undid the button on John's trousers.
The army doctor moved his hips back and forth while Sherlock pushed his trousers down. John smiled softly and kissed the detective's lips hard, wanting him to pay attention only to him- he wanted to quiet his mind. Sherlock hummed when he felt John's lips on his. He kissed him hard and finished pushing off the other man's trousers. Humming, the detective ran his hands under John's shirt, wanting to- needing to - feel his skin. He had touched it many times before, but he got excited every time he was able to touch him.
One of John's hands tangled in Sherlock's curls. He lightly tugged at the curl, causing the taller man to gasp softly. John chuckled and glanced at the man below him.
"Okay?" he asked softly, not wanting to overwhelm him.
"Okay." Sherlock said, agreeing to the touch. John tugged at his hair again, enjoying that soft sound Sherlock made when he did.
The other hand ran up and down Sherlock's chest as he kissed him hard on the mouth. Sherlock pressed his lips hard against John's. When John thought that he kissed Sherlock enough to lower his walls a bit, his fingertips slipped under the waistband of Sherlock's trousers. Sherlock naturally lifted himself from the bed as his John pushed the trousers off of him. Soon, they were pressed again each other, only separated by a few pieces of clothing. John rubbed his lower body against Sherlock's hard, eager to keep going.
Sherlock moaned loudly, louder than John had expected him to. He knew that Sherlock was a vocal being, but he didn't realize how vocal he could really be. Smiling, he rubbed himself against Sherlock again, savoring the way the other man felt against him. Sherlock pressed his hips harder against John's, desperate for more friction. John chuckled and moved his mouth to Sherlock's ear.
"Would you like me to take off your pants for you?" he whispered, his fingers barely grazing the fabric of them.
"Y-yes, please." Sherlock said, pressing his hips up.
John chuckled but did as Sherlock wanted. He pulled down his pants and tossed them to the side. Sherlock skimmed his fingers down John's back, towards his pants. John nodded, telling him that he was allowed to take them off. Sherlock pulled them off quickly, and tossed them next to his own pants. He focused on his lips again, and kissed John more roughly. Everything else melted away, and all he could focus on was John and how he felt against him.
So, that's the chapter! I hope that you enjoyed it. Feel free to leave any comments you have about the story or chapter in a comment below! Thank you so much for taking the time to read this chapter.