Chapter 33
When John woke up, he was still holding Sherlock just as tight as when he had fallen asleep. He sighed happily and didn't open his eyes, enjoying the warmth and the feeling of Sherlock's calm breath on his neck. In response to John's sigh, Sherlock murmured some happy sounding nonsense and snuggled closer, without really waking up. John softly stroked his back, not wanting to rouse him, but just addicted to the feeling of his skin under his fingertips. Sherlock unconsciously leaned in to the touch and hummed with contentment. John smiled, still too lazy to open his eyes and thus not knowing whether Sherlock was awake or not. He kissed his hair.
"G'morning," Sherlock muttered, and he buried his face in John's chest.
"Morning, Sherlock." John went to stroking his neck, lightly scratching with his fingernails at the nape of his neck as he went.
Sherlock looked up at John with a sleepy smile. Then he reached out and pulled John in for a lazy kiss. John hummed and pulled Sherlock a little higher up, contentedly sucking on his bottom lip. Sherlock smiled and ran his fingertips down John's cheek and along his jaw.
John smiled and looked in his eyes. "Shall I get breakfast, or do you prefer something else first?"
"When have I ever preferred breakfast before anything else?"
"I don't know, you probably don't eat properly when I'm not here, so you must be starving..." John let his hand wander along the side of Sherlock's stomach.
"Not really," Sherlock shrugged. "Mrs Hudson insisted on feeding me biscuits yesterday."
John snorted. "So I do have a point. Good thing Mrs. Hudson is around."
"Are we going to discuss my eating habits or are we going to snog?" Sherlock asked with a teasing pout.
John grinned and pulled him in again.
"Snogging it is," Sherlock concluded before devoting all his attention to the activity.
John let his hands slide over Sherlock's back, before settling on his arse, kissing him passionately. Sherlock returned the kiss with equal passion, running his hand all over John's body, as if to assure himself that he was really there. John rolled them over so he ended up on top, holding Sherlock's shoulders.
Sherlock ran his hand up John's neck and let his fingers slide into the soft hair. He moaned softly into the kiss. John went on to kiss his jaw and neck and pressed his hardening cock against Sherlock's stomach. Sherlock smiled and closed his eyes, just enjoying John's touches.
John kept brushing his lips against Sherlock's neck and moaned softly. "Tell me what you want," he whispered.
Sherlock laughed breathlessly. "Everything," he said. "Anything, as long as it's with you."
John smiled and kissed his lips again. "How about keeping the promise I made on the phone?" He started kissing down Sherlock's chest.
"Sounds like a good plan," Sherlock said, his voice trembling slightly.
John kissed his stomach, his thumbs massaging Sherlock's hips. He looked up at him. "You're so gorgeous..."
"Thank you." Sherlock smiled as he met his eyes. "And still all yours," he added with a wink.
John chuckled and bent down to nuzzle the trail of hair on his lower stomach. Then he looked up once more, teasing, before wrapping his lips around the head of Sherlock's cock. Sherlock moaned softly and closed his eyes again. John slowly started sucking him, now and then adding gentle licks, making it last.
The sounds Sherlock was making grew louder and more urgent as he let himself get completely caught up in the sensations John was causing. John continued what he was doing, slowly stroking himself as Sherlock's sounds were making him needy.
"You..." Sherlock gasped. "You mentioned something else... On the phone."
John smirked. "Bit late to rip your clothes off now, isn't it?" he teased. "Or wasn't that the right part of the promise?"
"I believe we're past that point," Sherlock answered, keeping a straight face.
John smiled and kissed his hip. "But when I said I was fantasizing about you riding me, you said you wanted to take me... in every possible way, if I recall it right. So I still don't have enough data about what you actually want." He grinned.
"We were talking about what you were saying, right?" Sherlock winked. "But if you'd rather..."
John hesitated for a moment, then took the lube and sat back between Sherlock's legs. After pressing it on his fingers, he leaned back on his right elbow and pushed himself a little up so Sherlock would have a good view as he pressed his middle finger into himself.
Sherlock's eyebrows shot up as he watched John in eager amazement.
"I hope that you don't mind me doing your job, but you know, without hands..." John nodded at the cast around Sherlock's arm. He felt triumphant because of Sherlock's reaction, but it was overpowered by a gasp as he pressed deeper.
"No..." Sherlock managed to say, his voice a little strained. "You go right ahead."
John smirked and moaned. Doing this himself, he could go a little faster, and he carefully pushed in a second finger. "I want you, Sherlock."
"I want you too," Sherlock said, unable to take his eyes of what John was doing. "Oh god, I want you." He bit back a 'now', torn between the need to feel John around him and the desire to continue watching.
John closed his eyes and sighed, continuing to thrust into himself. He'd much rather have Sherlock, but he couldn't risk ruining this by not preparing himself well enough.
Completely captivated by the sight, Sherlock began stroking himself slowly.
With a groan, John decided that he had had enough, and slowly pulled his fingers back out. He felt a little hazy when he opened his eyes and sat up on his knees, scrambling to find the lube again. Looking at Sherlock's face, he simply had to kiss him first before he could get on with anything else. Sherlock returned the kiss, for a moment holding John very close.
"I want to feel you inside me," John whispered against his lips.
"Oh yes," Sherlock gasped. "How do you want to do this?"
"I-" John paused, even though he knew very well what he wanted. "I'd like to do it like this. With you on your back." He was panting.
Sherlock nodded and settled back, not taking his eyes off John's. "Are you sure about this?"
"Yes," John said immediately. He moved a little back and pressed more lube on his hand to apply on Sherlock's cock. "God, yes."
"Oh god, I love you," Sherlock gasped.
"I love you too," John answered, gently stroking the lube onto Sherlock's cock and kissing his chest. Then he positioned himself over Sherlock's erection and slowly guided him in. "Oh, god."
Without realising it, Sherlock was holding his breath. Seeing and feeling John like this was nothing short of overwhelming.
John groaned and pulled a little back again, before taking a deep breath and sinking further. "It's - it's amazing, but it's-."
Sherlock nodded. "I know. Take all the time you need."
John looked at him with an expression between a smile and admiration. "I love you, Sherlock." He trailed his fingers over Sherlock's stomach to distract himself a bit. "I would never have believed that you are so patient in this, but you are amazing. You're a magnificent lover." He forced himself to relax and sank fully down, throwing his head back with a loud moan.
Sherlock groaned at the sensation. "Only because I have you," he muttered, closing his eyes. "I will do anything for you."
John leaned forward and cupped his face, pressing a soft kiss on his lips. "You don't have to do anything for me," he whispered. "I want you the way you are." He kissed his jaw.
"And I want you." Sherlock answered, his hand reaching up to rest on John's chest. "Always."
John smiled and stroked the hand on his chest for a moment, before lifting his weight off Sherlock for a moment and sinking back. "Oh fuck, that feels good."
Sherlock gasped and then nodded, once again closing his eyes. "Amazing."
John groaned and repositioned, then rocking his hips so that Sherlock's cock brushed his prostate. The moan that followed was simply obscene. "More," he breathed.
Sherlock moved his hand to John's hip and then thrust upwards. "Oh god," he moaned. "You feel so good."
John was too aroused to say a word. He moaned and bent forward to kiss Sherlock again, languidly tangling their tongues as they were moving together in pleasure.
Sherlock dug his fingers into John's hip as he began moving faster and deeper.
John whimpered and wrapped his hand around his erection. He didn't want this ever to be over, but his cock was twitching with need.
Sherlock put his hand over John's, moving with him. "I'm close..." he gasped.
"Me too," John groaned. "I want- together-"
Sherlock nodded. He began moving faster, his hand closing tight over John's. "Almost..."
John nodded and moaned. "Sherlock! Fuck." He gasped and came hard. Sherlock groaned as John tightened around him and came only seconds later. John moaned and didn't get off him immediately, slowly moving with Sherlock through his orgasm and hugging his shoulders. "I love you," he panted, kissing Sherlock's neck.
Sherlock was not able to answer right away, but nodded as he gasped for breath and mouthed the words 'you too'.
John nuzzled his jaw. "I'll get something to clean us up in a minute. Just stay here?" Sherlock nodded, closing his eyes with a deep sigh. John kissed his face and brushed his hair back. "Thank you."
Sherlock stroked John's cheek. "No, thank you," he said.
John smiled, then carefully moved off Sherlock. "Ow."
Sherlock almost managed to suppress a somewhat smug grin. "Sorry."
"No, you're not, and you shouldn't be," John laughed.
"Okay." Sherlock chuckled. "How about: 'I sympathise'?"
"Still doesn't really sound like you, does it?" John grinned. He bent down to kiss Sherlock, then stepped out of the bed. "I'll be back in a second."
Sherlock closed his eyes again, cataloguing this morning under: 'never delete'. John returned with a wet cloth and cleaned them both up, then snuggled against Sherlock's side.
Sherlock kissed John on the forehead. "It's good to have you home," he said.
"Hmmm." John smiled and nuzzled Sherlock's shoulder, putting an arm around his waist. "I must admit that I still don't understand everything about that theft."
"Well," Sherlock said. "I won't know everything before I can examine the books. More specifically, I do not know why the books were stolen. But I have a pretty clear notion of how it happened."
"Tell me?" John asked, lazily settling in the crook of Sherlock's good arm after pulling the sheets back over them. Of course he wanted to know the whole story, but if he was honest, he was mostly asking Sherlock to explain it, to hear his voice.
"Fitzroy was behind the theft of the book from Brazil, of course. Probably his partner was in on it too, but there is no way of knowing that for sure. He then learned about the book in Gryffydd's possession two years ago, but it was better protected. There was a failed attempt to steal it a year ago, but it was written off by the police as vandalism. Then Fitzroy contacted Thomas Elton and hired him to find a way to get the book out. Fitzroy arranged for Gryffydd to be invited to the convention. He was also behind the request for photographs of the Abscondita. Elton had by that time put up a camera in Gryffydd's library and thus he learned the exact location of the book. He had also sabotaged the window in Ian's room so he could let himself in and out, while the house was empty." Sherlock stopped for breath.
"It explains a lot if he only had to avoid the detectors from Ian's room to the library," John nodded. "There were none inside his bedroom, of course... Yeah, I see."
"Yes, the whole thing was actually quite clever. Now all I have to figure out is why Fitzroy wanted those books so desperately. And why Mycroft is so interested."
"Mycroft?" John frowned.
"Yes," Sherlock chuckled. "He showed up trying to get information on the case. He pretended it was nothing, but you know him. He would not come here in person if it wasn't important."
"Hmm," John nodded. "Although, perhaps he worried about you, knowing that I wasn't here?"
"Mycroft?" Sherlock snorted.
"Yeah, you know. He wouldn't admit it of course, and I'm not saying that he'd do much good - but it's a possibility. Though if you think he's interested in the case, you're most probably right of course."
"I believe he is. And I am going to find out why. It will all be in those books I expect. Hope the police releases them soon."
"Hmm." John kissed his shoulder. "It shouldn't be too long before they send them, I think. They just need Owain's signature because they're his property, but I guess they could be here even tomorrow, if you're lucky."
"I hope so." Sherlock leaned his head against John's and sighed.
John kissed his cheek. "Meanwhile, I can keep you busy... But now I really want breakfast first."
Sherlock grinned. "I like the sound of that."
John chuckled and kissed his lips. "Do you want to eat here? I'm not really a fan of eating in bed, to be honest. Perhaps we should break your rules for just half an hour?"
Sherlock managed to pout for almost five seconds, then his face broke in to the smile that seemed to have taken up permanent residence there since John came home. "Sure, I'll grant you dispensation for feeding purposes."
John chuckled. "Thank you. After all we need the energy." He kissed Sherlock again, then pulled a little back from his grip. "You will have to let me go though, if you want some eggs."
"I don't care about eggs," Sherlock said, still holding on. "It's you who wants to eat." He considered. "On the other hand, you may be needing all your strength until we get those books, so go ahead." He released John after one more kiss.
"Quite right," John smirked, getting up. "I'd like you to eat too though." Reaching for his pants, he added: "And I'm not cooking naked."
Sherlock shot the pants a glare, and then sighed with mock petulance. "Sure."
"The sacrifices you make for me, hmm?" John grinned. He took Sherlock's hand and virtually dragged him to the kitchen with him.
Sherlock stumbled after, grabbing the corner of the sheet and dragging it with him. Once in the kitchen he wrapped it around his body and settled on a chair to watch John cook.
"Sherlock?" John said, when he had just opened the fridge. "Didn't you say you went to the shop?"
Sherlock grinned sheepishly and looked away. "Yes."
"Then why do we not have one egg in our fridge?" John asked, a bit disappointed.
"I said I went to the shop," Sherlock said, seeming quite reluctant to meet John's eyes. "I didn't say I brought anything back."
John sighed. "Alright, then it will just be toast. Good thing Mrs. Hudson takes care of you," he said, opening the bag of bread on the counter.
Sherlock nodded and grinned. "Yes. Very good thing."
"You'd really starve without us, wouldn't you?" John said, shaking his head with a small smile.
"I'd manage," Sherlock said with a shrug. "I have before, you know."
"Yeah, but then you think that a couple of biscuits make a healthy meal."
Sherlock laughed. "Exactly."
"Well, toast it is," John said, smiling at him.
