Chapter 53
They spent the rest of the day mostly cuddling and kissing, at some point changing the bed for the sofa. After a nice dinner and some crap telly for Sherlock to comment on, they went to bed early - which didn't mean that they slept early, since there were other things to be done first. Snuggled against each other, they eventually fell asleep, warm and together and exactly where they belonged.
John groaned as his alarm started beeping. Fuck, it was still dark outdoors. Why had it been a good idea to find a job again? Sherlock made a complaining sound against his chest and John stroked his hair soothingly. Reluctantly trying to free himself out of Sherlock's warm hold, he turned to the night stand where the hellish noise came from to make it shut the fuck up.
Sherlock grunted a complaint. "Don't go..." he muttered sleepily.
John finally managed to create silence, then leaned to Sherlock again, who was still holding him. "I wish I could stay," he mumbled, kissing his forehead.
"Are you sure I shouldn't go get my stuff from the flat myself?" Sherlock mumbled, before burying his face in the pillow. "We could meet when you get off from work."
John shrugged. "I don't mind much. And I like the idea of having you naked when I get home," he added as he was reminded of a less sleepy thought. Still, it was far too tempting to snuggle closer to Sherlock again and close his eyes.
"I like the idea of you having me naked too," Sherlock mumbled into the pillow. Then he looked up. "Do you have to leave right away or do we have time for a morning snog?"
John smiled and quickly glanced at the clock. "Time or not, I can't resist you." Putting a hand on Sherlock's shoulder, he leaned over to softly press his lips on his lover's. Sherlock wrapped his arms around John and pulled him close, quickly turning the kiss from soft to more insistent.
John hummed against his lips, but dutifully pulled back and stroked his face. "Later," he smiled.
Sherlock pouted, but his eyes twinkled. "I can't wait," he said before pulling John in for one more kiss.
John grinned, not remembering ever waking up feeling so happy. It only took a short mental struggle before he convinced himself to get out of the bed and into the cold.
Sherlock turned over in the bed, and pulled the covers up so they almost covered his head. He wondered if he could somehow manage to sleep through the entire day, so that when he woke John would be back.
Before John closed the bedroom door behind him, he looked into the room one last time, a happy smile around his lips. He could start counting the hours until he was back, and at least it was his second-last week of work anyway.
Fortunately, the day passed quickly, helped by texting Sherlock during his short lunch break. Mary and his other colleagues were surprised at finding him so cheerful, but he didn't bother to explain how much more complete his life was with Sherlock finally back. After work, he hurried to the flat where Sherlock had stayed during their time apart, feeling far more energetic than exhausted. With Sherlock's belongings next to him in the cab, he couldn't help grinning during the whole ride home.
'On my way. You know how I expect you to be waiting,' he texted to Sherlock, smirking at his phone.
Sherlock had soon given up his plans of sleeping through the day. He was simply too restless with all the happiness and anticipation flooding his system. So instead he had wrapped himself in a sheet, and wandered around the flat familiarising himself with it again. Then he had brought John's laptop to the sofa and spent a couple of hours searching for new potential cases.
Somewhere along the way, he was distracted by thoughts of exactly what he could and would do to John in the near future. The result was that when he received John's text he was more eager than ever to have him home, in his arms and preferably in bed as quickly as possible. He rushed to the bathroom for a quick shower and then went to wait for John in the bedroom.
When he entered the flat, John simply dropped the two bags in the living room. They would take care of those later, when at some point Sherlock would need clothes again, so probably in the very distant future.
Opening the bedroom door, he smirked and took a moment to fully appreciate the sight that greeted him. "Hello, Sherlock."
Sherlock lay sprawled on the bed, only partially covered up. He smiled at John. "Hi."
"So, do you want me naked immediately, or would you rather slowly unwrap the package?" John asked innocently.
Sherlock tossed the sheet aside and got to his feet. "You just stay right there," he said, as he approached John slowly.
"Interesting," John said with an approving look.
Sherlock smiled and shushed him before kissing him. John eagerly answered the kiss, his hands stroking over Sherlock's upper arms. Sherlock took his time kissing John thoroughly before taking a step back and looking at him. "I love you," he said, smiling and then took hold of John's jumper and pulled it up and off in one quick movement.
"I love you too," John said, smiling and licking his lips with anticipation. He wondered what exactly Sherlock had planned.
Slowly, Sherlock removed the rest of John's clothes, pausing to place kisses on his skin as it was uncovered. When he finally had him completely naked, he took a step back and looked at him. "God, you're beautiful," he said.
John gave him a fond smile, goosebumps appearing all over his skin for a moment, as if it was giving a pleased hum at Sherlock's intense look. "So are you."
Sherlock stepped close again, pressing their bodies together as he kissed John, more hungrily this time. Then he wrapped his arms around him and lifted him a little off the floor. Keeping his lips locked on John's he carried him to the bed and laid him down, settling on top of him.
John smiled against his lips, stroking Sherlock's back and pulling him closer against him. Sherlock continued kissing John as he reached for the lube on the night stand. With practised ease he slicked up his fingers while still keeping his other hand occupied caressing John. Then he shifted his body to the side enough to reach down between John's legs and began to tease him open.
John hummed contently, tensing only for a second - more out of anticipation than that anything at all felt uncomfortable - before he relaxed and let Sherlock dominate the kiss and his whole body. Sherlock moved very slowly, both to enjoy the feeling of John's body yielding to him, and because the memory of that rough taking in the park still haunted him a little.
John moaned softly, moving over Sherlock's fingers. "Yes," he whispered.
When Sherlock had two fingers in and felt John relaxing completely around them, he searched out the spot and began massaging it slowly. John gasped and started making small noises, not able to keep his hips still. "So good..." He opened his eyes and looked at Sherlock, his expression open and admiring.
Sherlock began thrusting his fingers slowly. He held John's eyes with his, letting all his love and desperate longing shine through clearly.
"I love you so much," John gasped, lifting his hand to pull Sherlock into a slow kiss.
Sherlock returned the kiss and then slowly pulled his fingers out and settled between John's legs. "I love you more than I can say," he whispered.
John softly stroked his shoulders. "You don't have to say it. I know. It's clear from everything you do, and I love you just as much. Now please..." He gave Sherlock a nod.
Keeping his eyes locked on John's Sherlock pushed in slowly. Then he paused and kissed him again.
John moaned and shifted slightly, gently sucking on Sherlock's bottom lip. Soon, he felt more than comfortable and encouragingly stroked Sherlock's back. Sherlock continued the kiss as he began moving, slowly at first. He worked his arms under John's shoulders and held him as close as he possibly could.
John groaned with pleasure, cupping Sherlock's face in his hands. A somewhat harder thrust made him gasp and tangle his fingers in Sherlock's hair.
Sherlock lifted himself up on his elbows and looked down at John as he began moving faster. "Look at me," he whispered.
"God, yes," John sighed, getting lost in the pale eyes. He reached between them and wrapped a hand around his cock. "Hmm, Sherlock..."
"John..." was all Sherlock could manage as he watched him intently, not wanting to miss a fraction of a second of seeing John this way.
John moaned and made his hand speed up on his cock, struggling not to close his eyes in pleasure. He was a gasping mess, completely falling apart, but as long as Sherlock kept doing exactly what he was doing now that was more than fine.
Sherlock tried matching the speed of John's hand, completely caught up in the sight, sounds and feeling. Suddenly he realised that he could not keep it up much longer. "John..." he muttered. "I want... I need you to come... for me."
John nodded almost frantically, increasing the pressure on his cock as he reached up to kiss Sherlock again. The combination of all those feelings and being completely enveloped in Sherlock was enough, certainly with Sherlock's cock moving slickly inside him and reaching all the right spots, and for a moment he stilled, before his orgasm hit him hard. He clung to Sherlock, almost sobbing his name.
Sherlock didn't take his eyes off John, and the moment his climax hit him, he felt his own approaching rapidly. Finally he gave in and closed his eyes as he was overcome, crying out in total abandon.
John wrapped his arms around Sherlock, pulling him close and kissing his temple. Sherlock rested his head against John's shoulder as the world slowly returned around him.
John gently stroked his back. "I really love to touch you," he mumbled, lazily nuzzling the curls.
"Then never stop," Sherlock muttered as he eased himself out and rolled to lie next to John. "That was even better than I had imagined."
John smiled and snuggled against him, pressing his leg between Sherlock's just to be closer.
Sherlock held John close for a long moment, then chuckled. "John..." he said. "Could we..."
John laughed and fondly kissed his lips. "Come on then."
Sherlock got up and then reached for John's hand and pulled him into a lazy kiss, before heading for the bathroom.
Once under the shower they continued kissing, as their hands once more reclaimed each other's bodies. Sherlock's mind staggered under the realisation that he had almost denied himself all this out of injured pride and frustration. He made a solemn vow to himself to never again do anything to jeopardise what they had. No matter how bored or angry he got.
After the shower, they wrapped themselves in bathrobes to keep out the cold. This time, John took one of Sherlock's bathrobes out of the bags for the taller man, but they didn't bother to unpack further and just snuggled up on the sofa, Sherlock on top of John. John was just busy untying the ribbon around Sherlock's waist so he could slip in his hand to reach the warm skin of his back, when familiar footsteps came up the stairs.
"Hello, John, dear. Are you alright? I didn't hear- oooh." Mrs. Hudson's face turned into a happy smile. "Welcome back, Sherlock."
Sherlock, who had been busying himself with John's left earlobe raised his head, wet curls almost covering his eye. "Thanks," he said with a smile.
"It's a good thing you're back. John was even sulkier than you on your worst days, without you," Mrs. Hudson said, making John laugh.
"Come now, Mrs. Hudson, don't exaggerate," he grinned.
"Still, I told you he'd come back. It was just a question of time before you boys were wrapped up in each other again like you are now." She raised the bag of biscuits in her hand. "Just came to bring you this. Don't let me keep you." She winked the sort of wink that made John blush, put her baking goods on the table and left the flat again.
"Sulkier than me?" Sherlock teased. "I'd like to have seen that." He dug his fingers into John's sides.
John chuckled. "If you had seen it, there would have been no reason for all that." He caught Sherlock's hands and kissed him in defence.
Sherlock giggled into the kiss, trying to wrestle his hands free. "I should have put up a hidden camera... Come to think of it, maybe Mycroft already did... I wonder if he's kept copies... of everything."
John struggled a little until he had Sherlock pressed against the back on the sofa, lying on his side. "You would have found it terribly dull, though," he said, suddenly more serious, even though his nose was almost touching Sherlock's. "My life without you, I mean."
"It can't have been more dull than my life without you," Sherlock countered and leaned in pressing a quick kiss to John's lips.
John smiled and wiped the wet curls from Sherlock's forehead. "I love you. Tea?"
Sherlock snorted. "I love you too and yes please."
John giggled. "You know you'll always have to share my love with tea," he teased, getting up to go to the kitchen.
Sherlock lay on his back for a moment, looking at the ceiling, a very pleased smile on his face. Then he chuckled. "John?" he called. "I'm bored."
John laughed and almost ran towards him, the kettle completely forgotten. "Oh, you idiot," he grinned, pulling Sherlock into a hug and kissing him. "You perfect, amazing idiot."
