Chapter 13
When they got back to the flat, John settled in the sofa. "Do you really not know where the children are?" he asked.
Sherlock shrugged. "Haven't got a clue."
John smiled. "They must be very good if they managed to keep you in the dark. Why are you still standing on the other side of the room when there is a lot of Sherlock-shaped space here?"
"It's not that hard keeping things from me that I don't want to know," Sherlock said, chuckling as he joined John on the sofa.
John caressed his jaw and kissed him gently before snuggling against him. "So you didn't want to know that I loved you, before I told you," he teased.
"That, my dear doctor, is something completely different." Sherlock ruffled his hair. "I told you. Blind spot!"
"Hmm," John smiled. "Shall I get us some tea?"
Sherlock wrapped his arm around John's shoulder, so he couldn't get up. "No," he answered.
John gave him an impish look. "Good."
Chuckling, Sherlock pulled him closer. "You wouldn't want to risk me getting bored, would you?"
"Oh, no. Can't have that," John said, playing serious.
"That would be very bad." If John could keep a straight face, so could Sherlock, though a smirk was starting to pull at the corners of his mouth.
"So what do you want do to about it, my dear sir?"
"Well doctor," Sherlock barely suppressed a giggle, "I was hoping you had an idea. After all you were such a great help last time."
"Would you like this cure for boredom in the same style as that one, or would you like something more in the lines of like this morning?" John queried politely.
"What do you think would be most effective?" Sherlock couldn't help running the tips of his fingers up John's neck and into his hair, though he still managed to keep his face impassive.
"Well," John answered, a little less deadpan now he had to suppress a shiver as Sherlock's finger passed a ticklish spot, "you seemed to rather enjoy yourself in the early hours of today, my good chap - god, that did not sound sexy."
Sherlock giggled. "Okay, you win." He turned to John, grabbed him by the hair and kissed him.
John enthusiastically kissed him back, also tangling his hands in Sherlock's hair.
"Good chap," Sherlock mumbled against his lips and snorted.
"Shut up, you!" John said, pulling back as he was grinning. "But seriously now. What do you want?" He trailed his fingers over Sherlock's upper arm.
Sherlock smiled and kissed John gently and briefly. "I just want us to be together. This case may be sort of over, but we've already got a new one, and it can't wait for long."
"Ah. Not long enough for -?" He waved a bit ridiculously at their crotch area and blushed.
"I think we can make time for that." Sherlock looked down. "I think we may have to."
John laughed and pressed a smiling kiss on Sherlock's lips. "I love you."
"I know," Sherlock smirked.
John flung his leg over Sherlock's so he was sitting in his lap, facing him, and hungrily kissing him again.
Sherlock pushed upwards against John, moaning at the contact. Then he started tugging at John's jumper, a little frantically.
"Right. Right, clothes. Didn't think of that," John mumbled, helping to get rid of the jumper. Next thing his fingers were flying over the buttons of Sherlock's shirt. He rolled his hips down against Sherlock as he pushed the shirt off his shoulders.
Sherlock gasped and thrust upwards again. Moaning John's name, he pulled his head down for another kiss.
John moaned as he sucked on Sherlock's tongue, clumsily trying to get the other man's trousers open.
Sherlock batted John's hands away and quickly got the button open. Then he lifted his hips slightly, allowing John to tug the trousers down.
John never broke their kiss as he pulled Sherlock's trousers and pants to his ankles and pushed him down on the sofa again. He stroked back up his thighs and stomach, moaning quietly.
Sherlock quickly undid John's trousers. Not bothering to slide them off, he reached a hand inside.
John squirmed. "Not like this," he panted, gently taking Sherlock's hand away and getting his own remaining clothes off. He sat down on Sherlock's lap again and pressed their cocks together, looking down at them and sighing. "God, yes..."
Sherlock followed John's gaze. He moaned and then moved, grinding against him.
John cursed and curled a hand around them both.
"Oh, God!" Sherlock gasped as he closed his eyes and let his head fall back.
John started kissing his neck, making the sensation even more intense.
Sherlock reached down and placed his hand over John's. Eyes still closed, he nudged John's head, trying to find his lips with his own.
John got lost in the kiss and also closed his eyes, moaning as he stroked them. "Close," he whispered against Sherlock's lips.
"Good," was Sherlock's muffled reply, his whole body trembling, trying to hold back, to wait for John.
John sucked on his bottom lip, the hand that wasn't between them splayed on Sherlock's back to keep him close, and he came with a strangled cry.
Sherlock soon followed, gasping against John's lips.
John sagged with his head on Sherlock's shoulder to catch his breath, absentmindedly stroking the detective's other arm.
Lazily Sherlock started kissing and nibbling at John's ear, placed so temptingly close to his mouth.
John smiled. "I love you." He lifted his head and kissed him gently. "You're a good lover. Did you really never...?"
Sherlock blushed. "Well... I wouldn't say never..."
John kissed his jaw. "Experiment?" he asked, interested.
"Not really... more like... stupid."
John frowned. "Tell me?"
Sherlock looked away. "I'd rather not talk about it... If it's okay?"
"I... Well..." John forced his curiosity down. "No, of course it's okay. I trust that if there's anything I really need to know you'll tell me."
"Thank you," Sherlock turned his head and kissed John softly.
John stroked the side of his face. "Can I know what you did? I mean, how far did you go?"
Sherlock tensed. He closed his eyes, not wanting to look at John. "Look, it was at a bad point in my life. When I was ... you know..."
"Sherlock, it's fine." John soothingly rubbed his fingertips over Sherlock's neck. "It was only a question. It's fine. I was only asking because, you know, in some situations you might perhaps be more experienced than me." He nuzzled his cheek. "You don't have to tell me anything you don't want to. I love you."
"It's okay, John. But no, I don't really have much experience. It was all really hurried and awkward and truth be told, I don't remember it very clearly." He bit his lip, keeping his eyes shut tight.
John softly kissed the corner of Sherlock's mouth. "The more motivation to make your experiences better now."
Sherlock's smile was small but genuine. "I love you," he whispered.
"You too. Want to shower?"
"Thought you'd never ask."
