Thirteen: Under The Stars We Lie
"You want to tie me down?" John blushed hard as he looked to Sherlock. Sherlock simply nodded as John proceeded to then ask, "Why and with what, exactly?"
Sherlock smirked, "Because you're mine, and you won't ever leave again," he twirled the ring on his finger to make sure this was real, John did the same. "And you know that stupid scarf you pull me around with all the time? I figure I can use it on you instead," he grinned and John returned to blushing like a schoolgirl.
Then he just flopped down and pub his hands over his head, "Fine," John smiled, "I love you," he said.
Sherlock nuzzled his nose, "I love you, too," and it was to his closet to find where he put that blue scarf. Then he found it, on the floor and he had to bend over to pick it up. John enjoyed that view. Sherlock stood straighter and raised a brow at John, "See something you like?" he teased.
"No," John smiled, "I see something I want," he smirked as Sherlock understood and motioned for him to move his hands closer to the columns of his headboard.
He wrapped the two ends around John's wrists once, tied it off and tied the rest to the headboard, enough to keep, but not enough to make it impossible to escape. Once John was helpless, Sherlock straddled him, inching his pants from his slim and perfect hips.
That look that Sherlock was giving made John's eyes go wild with lust. That look of defiance, as if John was telling him no, and he didn't care. Watching John's breathing pick up just a bit and his pulse jump through his skin made Sherlock harder.
He wanted that pulse in his mouth, that breath to be his. He did claim John's breath with a deep kiss, but his pulse would have to wait, as Sherlock wasn't ready, and neither was John. He wanted it, but not so much so that he was going to take it just because.
John moaned into that kiss, Sherlock rubbing against him being too much for him not to rumble a moan. Sherlock smiled against John's lips and did it again, this time on purpose, and John moaned louder, trying to pull Sherlock in for more with his tongue.
Sherlock did finally moan when John's hips took a leap of faith and their groins smashed into one another, "John," he growled. Another kiss was taken, but this one was hungry, and not for John's tongue, for his everything.
John was pleased, as they separated he grinned, which was wiped away when Sherlock squeezed him. Then he gasped and moaned when the grip softened and went into sweet rubs. "Sherlock," he shivered and wanted to touch the Vampire, but his hands were tied, literally.
"Sh…" Sherlock replied, knowing it would echo from John's skin and make him whimper in want. That was when their pants disappeared completely and Sherlock was finally naked, rubbing them together and making the hottest friction and John couldn't help but to love every second of it.
And suddenly Sherlock wasn't on his body anymore, he was on the edge of the bed, digging through the nightstand, and then John understood. But just because he understood, doesn't mean he has to like the loss of contact.
"Get your lips over here and kiss me," he demanded. Sherlock grinned and pounced, his fingers now soaked in the lubricant he took it upon himself to squeeze out. He teased John's entrance with his fingers, and somehow his words as well.
"Tell me what you want me to do to you, and I may consider it," he smirked and planted kisses along John's jaw to his neck.
John whimpered slightly and wriggled at Sherlock's fingertips. But he mustered the breath enough to say, "I want you to fuck me, now. With your fingers, with those lips, with your fucking cock. Stop the goddamn torture and just fuck me already!" he huffed and Sherlock smiled.
"What about the rest of us? What about," he left it hanging to kiss one of John's nipples, "there, or…" he kissed John's collarbone, "here? Hm? And what about…" he left a trail of butterfly kisses down to John's abdomen, but his fingers still kept teasing John's entrance.
Slowly, lightly, lovingly, almost, as his lips travelled to John's blond curls and he kissed the bottom of John's shaft, "here?" he finally finished and John moaned with a huff at the end.
"All of it, I need all of it," he begged, "Fucking pound into me and bite me and wrap those lovely fingers around my cock, ah! Just do something and stop teasing to much!" it surprised Sherlock just how much John's soldier-mouth turned him on. All the swearing combined with poetic words, it was breathtaking and made him twitch, and his fangs were poking out brilliantly.
John eyed those white pleasure makers and he wished he could- oh! They were on him now, tracing his veins, and he knew they loved feeling the pounding under his skin. Sherlock licked at John, and nipped as best he could without creating a bloody mess that he couldn't clean up.
But John moaned and writhed under all of it, and Sherlock finally let John have two digits. All the way up, stroking his prostate and making him moan louder. John finally relaxed and Sherlock pulled out his fingers and teased by stroking John's entrance with his cock.
John was panting, but he managed, "Stop… teasing…" Sherlock's hand wrapped around John's cock and he squeezed as he eased into the soldier.
He moaned at how good this feels and how long he went without the feeling of John around him. John's wrists pulled at the scarf and it didn't come undone, but it showed Sherlock that he should start moving, even if it was just a little.
And that was what he did to his lover, still teasing with small thrusts that was nowhere near enough. John wrapped his legs around Sherlock's hips and forced him in further and Sherlock chuckled against the blond's neck.
His fangs traced that vein that he loved to feel on his tongue. And under his tongue, it jumped and he was pleased. John twitched in Sherlock's hand. Sherlock was being such a fucking tease, but with what he was thinking, it would all be worth it in the end.
And just as John was becoming impatient, Sherlock slammed into his prostate and his teeth followed into his neck. John screamed at the pleasure from those actions being put together and how sensationally weird that was. Sherlock was pleased, and John tasted amazing.
He showed his appreciation by stroking the cock he still had in hand, and John whimpered which was followed by a moan. When Sherlock pulled his teeth from John, the doctor whined at the loss of more of Sherlock inside him.
The detective licked at the wound and the stray blood that seemed to always escape. John begged, "More… harder," he panted and Sherlock finally obliged and thrust faster, harder hitting John's sweet spot every time.
And each time, John gave the loudest moans, and somehow Sherlock's name was in there, but Sherlock was returning the favor as he called John's name many times. And the hand around John's member? It was torture having those fingers on him and not doing a thing.
And of course Sherlock knew that he wasn't moving that hand, but he eventually did, timing it with every thrust. But none of this lasted more than about twenty minutes before both of they felt that wonderfully tight feeling in their stomachs.
At that, the scarf did come a bit loose, but not completely untied. John pulled on it almost as hard as he could because his orgasm was powerful enough that he could have pulled a fucking car. John tightening around Sherlock brought him over the edge as well, and he possessed John's mouth as his own as he filled the man under him.
Sherlock couldn't stand it anymore and he could barely move as he collapsed beside his lover, half on him, but beside. His fangs had disappeared when he did so, and he untied the stupid blue scarf that still held John's wrists.
John's hands instantly brought Sherlock closer, finally able to feel the skin and he pressed Sherlock so close that if they hadn't just got done, they'd both have an erection with that one. But it was okay, because they simply enjoyed the close company.
And then the bliss after an orgasm was gone, and they realized the mess they had made, again. John sighed as he told Sherlock they should probably clean it up. He sighed heavily before getting up and helping John situate the room to the original state and soon they were off to the bathroom.
They had the quickest shower they'd ever had together, just so they could get back to bed, and finally sleep together. And did they sleep. It felt so good to finally be in his arms and hear his breathing, they couldn't help how tired they were.
Especially after a good shag, it was almost heaven. Until morning came, and they had to get up. Sherlock woke first, watching John as his breathing changed and his eyes fluttered open. At first he was surprised, but then he realized and his lips were on Sherlock's in seconds.
"I thought it was possibly just a dream," he smiled and looked at Sherlock.
"I'm pretty sure it wasn't, or last night would have been an interesting part of your imagination," Sherlock grinned and kissed John once more.
"Wouldn't be the first time I imagined… never mind," he smiled and Sherlock raised a playful brow in question.
"Tell me, what do I do to you in your head?" he asked. John instantly blushed and shook his head. "Oh well, I guess that's for another time, then. Besides, Aveen gets to go to school today, and you have to go to…" he eyed John's lazy features. "You called in sick," he stated and John nodded.
"I did," he sat up and traced Sherlock's collar bone, "I figured I needed a break from the excitement," he explained, "or would you rather me leave again?" he asked.
"I'm good," he said, sitting up and meeting John's lips in the process. And Aveen burst through the door.
"Get up!" she complained and jumped on the bed between them, "I get to go to school!" she cheered, "I want food and then I want you to walk me to school!" she complained and was happy at the same time.
John pulled her down on top of him and hugged her tight, "You'll go when we say so, and go get dressed," as she was still in her PJs. She huffed and he tickled her and she giggled instead.
"Stop it!" she swatted at is hands helplessly.
"Stop being so grumpy, then," he suggested and she gave up, laughing until he let go and she slid off the bed over Sherlock. "I guess we should get up, huh?" and he laughed when Sherlock rolled over and brought the sheets over his head.
Instead of pulling them off, John went under with him and placed kisses on the back of his neck, "Sherlock," he purred and Sherlock shivered at that voice.
"Do shut up, John," Sherlock rolled over and instead of kissing John again, he pulled him by the wrist from the bed and over to their closet. "You should get dressed," he said, handing John jeans and a flannel, and he dug out something for himself as well.
Sherlock dressed in John's favorite shirt and trousers, but that shirt… The Purple Shirt Of Sex, that was what that shirt was to John. And Sherlock knew it, as they dressed and he walked to the kitchen and swayed his hips a bit more than usual. "Quit," John smacked his ass and walked by to the coffee pot and Sherlock grinned.
Aveen shook her head as she was munching on cereal. She ate that a lot, and I'm sure that if someone let her, she'd live on it. Obviously, John and Sherlock don't let her, but still. She was finished once the coffee was done and she was impatient, practically begging for Sherlock and John to finish so they could take her to school already.
"I hope you know that the way we're walking you is a good twenty minutes as well," Sherlock pointed out, "and there'll be distractions… like flowers," he suggested as her smile dropped and he laughed.
"Stop it, Sherlock," John kicked him lightly under the table.
"I seem to remember having control last night, so why should it be any different today?" he teased and John glared at him. But he grinned as he rubbed his foot on John's calf. John simply wiped the annoyed face from his features and drank the rest of his coffee.
Sherlock didn't finish, but dumped the rest down the drain as they slipped on socks and shoes and Aveen was still impatient. "Hurry up!" she complained as she circled John. He ruffled her hair as she glared at him and they were finally down the stairs and out the door.
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Aveen was so happy she almost forgot to kiss John goodbye. And as she planted a kiss on his cheek, John returned the favor and she motioned for Sherlock to lean over. His face was pink as he complied and she gave him a kiss, too. She giggled as she waved goodbye and disappeared in the crowd of children.
John took Sherlock's hand and they stood and watch as she was gone, and so were the other kids. But some of the mothers of those children were rude, snickering and whispering about John and Sherlock. John caught one, and all he heard was, "stupid gays…" and he was pissed.
He turned around to find the culprit and told her, "If you have a problem with my relationship, say it to my face instead of to my shoulders," and she reddened in annoyance.
"She's gonna be picked on in school because of you two ruining her life," she snorted.
"Maybe it's you that should control your children to not be so snarky," Sherlock commented, keeping cool, but he was squeezing John's hand to death.
At that she scoffed and John said in a hurry and didn't realize what he had said until Sherlock rose a questioning brow. What he was this: "No, I'm sorry don't say anything to my face, say it to my lovely ass as I walk away from this unneeded conversation," and he thought it sounded good. But in reality it just sounded really weird.
"You know, not even that, because it belongs to me," Sherlock commented before they walked away and the woman was so flustered they could hear her complaining to her 'friends' about what they just said to her. Her friends only laughed and said it serves her right for fucking with the most famous gay couple there is around.
"That really was a weird comment, John," Sherlock chuckled and John blushed.
"I don't know why I said it, it sounded better in my head," he admitted as they approached the flowers Sherlock had been talking about. It was a circle of bushes that had one opening and a bench in the middle.
"Many things sound better in your head," Sherlock commented as he suddenly pulled John into the circle.
"Not the fact that I love you," he smirked as he was pulled to the bench. Sherlock smiled as he sat down and John followed.
"I love you too, moron," he insulted.
"Git," John said as he sighed and leaned on Sherlock, taking in the smell of the flowers he hadn't noticed before. Although, he had only come by here once and that was in the winter, when the flowers wouldn't even have been blooming enough to tell that they were flowers.
But they were beautiful. John stood and walked over to pick one, and it turned into picking all the small ones in the grass as he sat crossed legged and made a flower crown. Sherlock watched his fingers work as he sat down behind him, leaning into his back as he kept weaving.
"It's beautiful," Sherlock said when he was finished.
"Not as beautiful as the man I made it for," he commented and placed the little blue flowers in his curls. It was brilliant against the dark brown that consumed Sherlock's head.
Sherlock smiled as John turned and was sitting in his lap as he simply hugged him. He couldn't help breathing in the man under him, and snuggling closer as those long and lovely arms wrapped around him in turn. He nuzzled Sherlock's neck and Sherlock responded with a small shiver.
John did it again and Sherlock shivered again, making John look at him. No words were exchanged as their lips met in perfect unison. Slow, loving, and just lovely all in itself. These kisses were hard to come by, but Sherlock and John managed to give them all the time.
It was almost as if they knew what they wanted, and how to give it. But that was good, because it meant that they were finally joined. Now the last step is marriage and a 'happy ending'. As in cases out the whazoo and Aveen eventually going with them on them.
John smiled at that thought and Sherlock returned it, almost knowing exactly what John was thinking about. And then there was a cough behind them. John looked up to find someone new. "Yes?" he asked.
"That's unacceptable in a park and you should leave now," he scoffed and pushed his glasses up.
Sherlock didn't turn, but he knew that this was yet another complaint. "And who are you to say so?" John said, his grip on Sherlock's shoulders becoming harder.
"A concerned citizen," he snorted and John rolled his eyes.
"I don't deal with homophobes well," Sherlock finally said and the man recognized that voice.
"Y-you're," he stuttered. "Apologies," he said and he was off, his face reddening. John laughed and Sherlock pulled him down as they laid in the grass.
"By the way, I don't believe in homophobes, they're just arseholes," John commented as Sherlock tilted his head in agreement.
"Hm," was his only comment before he pushed John's lips to his own. And then he suddenly separated, "John?" he asked. John hummed and he said, "I have an idea for later," he stated.
"Oh?" John quirked a brow and Sherlock smiled, spilling it…
"That's just stupid," Eve commented as Mary shrugged. "No, why would your sexual orientation matter when it comes to teaching?" she complained.
"It doesn't to me, but to them it does. Look, it's nothing," she said placing her hands over Eve's fists, "I'll find work, just not there apparently," she scowled.
"Why don't you go back to being a doctor?" Eve suggested, smiling in encouragement.
Mary smiled back, "I could, but why would I when I could teach what I've learned? I want a more relaxed job now," she said. "I'll just get another interview with another school, or possibly a college," she tilted her head as she thought.
"Ooh, a sexy college professor, I can do that," Eve purred and winked as Mary blushed and smacked her hands playfully.
"Down, girl," she laughed and Eve licked her lips suggestively and Mary just laughed even more as Eve joined her.
"That does sound lovely," John nodded as they walked.
"A wedding in the flowers? Yes, it does. Mrs. Hudson will go crazy," he laughed.
"What, she wasn't in on you asking me to marry you?" John asked as he stepped closer so a bike could get by. But he didn't step away again, as he realized that was too far away.
"No, actually. I decided just before I went to Mycroft's that I was going to ask," he admitted. "I didn't want you to leave again, so I decided to tie the last knot," he explained.
"I honestly had been planning to, but I didn't get a ring until I got back," John said referring to the leave he took from home for a while. He still hates that.
"Well, I think it was brilliant that we were both thinking the same thing, again," Sherlock commented and John blushed as they approached the flat door.
Sherlock drew out keys and they slipped in before John said, "Great minds think alike." Sherlock shook his curls and smiled as he pinned John to the door.
"Thinking alike now?" he breathed into John's ear and John chuckled.
"I'd hope so," he purred back and Sherlock's lips were on his, hungry. "Last night not enough?" John questioned. Sherlock grunted in response as his lips travelled down under John's flannel and he nipped at John's collar bone.
But John had a little thought that made him drag Sherlock to their bedroom as he picked up that scarf again and tied it around Sherlock's eyes. "I want you to feel everything, and no peeking. I want to be your world, and you will be mine," Sherlock nodded as he gripped John harder and John pushed him to the bed.
Sherlock didn't object or question why John had blocked his vision. He knew why, actually, and it was quite arousing just thinking about all the things John could possibly do that would be powerful enough for him to feel and love without seeing John do it.
Like the chilly fingers stripping Sherlock, and those fingers that wrapped around his length, teasing as he slid off the trousers and pants. "Just this one thing," John said as Sherlock heard shift to his knees and place his hands to Sherlock's. "Sherlock," John looked up.
"Yes, love?"
"Feel," he reminded him and it wasn't difficult to feel the kisses and the licks that took place making Sherlock whimper and moan. John hummed as he took Sherlock into his mouth, and pulled off with a kiss to his head.
This was torture, yes, but that was what John was going for, as this hadn't happened in a long while. Too long. Sherlock's grip on John's shoulders was killer as John just kept repeating. Kisses and licks and a few nips, and then his whole mouth, then nothing, and eventually start over.
But Sherlock could feel that tight feeling in his belly and he tried to pull John away, but he stayed as he impaled himself and swallowed encouragingly at the precum dripping. Sherlock couldn't take it and screamed John's name as John swallowed all that was given. "You taste sweet," he mused.
Sherlock's fingers eased and he was panting, "I wouldn't know," he commented. So John got an idea and he shoved his lips to Sherlock's and then his tongue. Sherlock groaned as he accepted and he could taste John, and then there was something else.
Oh, that was him, and he had to admit, John wasn't wrong, but he didn't exactly like the flavor either. He liked John better. But he hummed when John let go and he finally removed the 'blindfold' and smiled into those sparkling blue eyes on him.
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Aveen was finally asleep, and Sherlock wanted to take John to that place again. "What about if she wakes up?" John suggested as he receded Aveen's room and closed the door.
"She won't, come on," he pulled and John pulled on a jumper for warmth in the night, and Sherlock simply took him down that stairs and out the door they were and Sherlock locked the flat behind them.
John took Sherlock's hand in his own and their fingers twirled together as they walked back to the flowers. Sherlock pulled John into the grass under their feet and John squeaked at the sudden change.
But he cuddled into Sherlock's chest as Sherlock said in a low voice, "Look at it, John, almost as beautiful as you are," he commented and John blushed as he turned to the stars.
"Mmm," he decided not to argue as he listened to the slow beat of Sherlock's heart. He was glad that stereotype wasn't really true. Vampires still have a beating heart and John loved the sound of it.
But he looked up to the shining of the stars out and smiled as Sherlock pulled him closer, whispering those lovely words John loved to hear, and John repeated them, pulling a satisfying hum from Sherlock in return…
Short, sweet and to no point, as the next chapter will be better... I promise. But, Reviews?