You're Both Good Men
Chapter Seven: Morning Sex
AN: So against my better judgement after re-reading the last chapter I decided to start the next chapter, despite having around four other stories on the go. I'll try and get them all updated this week. So it's currently 6.30am, I've been up all night and only just managed to finish one chapter for one story. But anyway, I've always considered morning sex; too much info, I know but let me continue – so after re-reading the last chapter I decided, well, morning sex, that should be fun. So I guess I kinda used my own life experience prompt ;) hehe. So yeah, enjoy, johnlock morning sex and then maybe later on I'll do experimenting with food ;) if you're all good xxxx
This is set right after the last chapter so Harriet is still eleven (I changed her age, just because lol). And she still has to be taken to school because it's miles away (just go with it).
Even in his half-waking state, the doctor could feel Sherlock's eyes on him and almost trying to will him to full awakening. John chuckled and opened his eyes; his deduction being correct.
"Morning, John." Sherlock smiled brightly, looking as alive as ever even at 6.30am.
"M'ning." Came John's reply; not fully awake just yet.
"I was thinking …"
"Oh, God." John sighed.
"I haven't finished yet." Sherlock scolded and was graced with a teasing smile in return. "So, yes, I was thinking, how would you feel about morning sex? We've never actually done it due to Harriet's school schedule but Mrs Hudson has offered to take her to school today so we … will have the flat … to ourselves." Sherlock grinned, punctuating the last half of his speech for affect.
"That sounds like … fun." John replied, suddenly very awake.
"Well, we'll have breakfast first and then Mrs Hudson takes Harry to school, we can have some … fun." Sherlock grinned wickedly.
"Ya know, it's such a turn on when you do that wicked smile." John smiled, running his down John's chest and down to his crotch.
"As much as I admire your enthusiasm, Doctor Watson, I believe I said after breakfast."
"I'm sure Mrs Hudson wouldn't mind taking Harry to school early. She can finally go to that breakfast club." John smiled suggestively.
"I agree it would be in our best interests but we must think of our daughter first. And you know how she finds breakfast club incredibly dull." Sherlock replied, but that didn't stop his hands from wandering over John's body seductively.
"After breakfast it is then." John sighed, moving his hand back up Sherlock's chest and letting it rest there.
"Now you're being incredibly dull, John." Sherlock replied in a bored tone.
"Ah, your decision, not mine. I'd quite happily pound you into the mattress right now but, you said we have to think of our daughter."
Sherlock didn't quite manage to suppress the moan that escaped.
John smiled in satisfaction and climbed out of bed to get a shower.
"You are a tease, Doctor Watson."
"Doesn't stop you coming back for more though, does it?" John called from the bathroom with a wicked smile.
7.30am
"Why do I have to go to school so early, father?"
"Well, me and your dad thought it would be a good idea for you to interact with the other children but, we know you hate breakfast club so we're sending you a little later so you can still socialise but you don't have to be there long." John smiled at his daughter.
"You could tell me the truth, ya know?"
John coughed a little before composing himself. "That is the truth, Princess."
"I know it's not but then again, I know I probably don't want to know the truth."
John caught Sherlock's smirk from across the room and tried to ignore it.
"Harry, please can you just do this? For me and dad? Please?"
"Fine." Harriet sighed dramatically.
"Oh, you're definitely your dad's daughter, alright. Same dramatic flair." John grinned at his daughter, who shot him a glare in response.
"Come on then, dear." Mrs Hudson smiled, handing Harriet her school bag and lunch.
"Bye, father. Bye, dad."
"Oh, yes, definitely your daughter, Sherlock."
"Our daughter." Sherlock corrected with a soft smile.
"Yeah."
"Don't worry, she has some of your mannerisms and traits as well. Like her God-awful taste in jumpers and even a limp." Sherlock grinned over the newspaper he was reading.
"Oi. You love my jumpers, especially my white and black striped one. I remember you called it your favourite. And as for the non-existent limp, you said mine was purely psychosomatic due to my duty in Afghanistan so don't bring that up again." John chided, but it was impossible to keep the laughter out of his voice.
"Right on all accounts, John. I'm very impressed." Sherlock smiled.
"I can impress you some more, if you'd like." John replied suggestively.
"I would very much like to test that theory."
"Challenge accepted." John grinned, heading for the bedroom, slowly stripping off his jumper as he went.
Sherlock threw the newspaper down and sprinted after John, slamming the bedroom door shut after him.
He looked towards the bed and was greeted with a very near naked John Watson.
"Now that is impressive." Sherlock smiled, stripping off his shirt and jeans before practically jumping on John.
"Well, you're eager this morning." John grinned, running his nails up Sherlock's sides as the detective straddled him.
"Well, I can hardly help it when my partner is looking ever so delicious." Sherlock grinned back, leaning down and kissing John fiercely.
John's hands moved from Sherlock's sides to his back and he scraped his nails down, causing red scratches that made his skin look even paler in comparison.
Sherlock moaned in response, grinding his hips into John's causing the doctor to moan and respond in kind.
Sherlock pulled away to grab the lube and a condom from the bedside cabinet as John smiled in anticipation.
"Oh, John, so eager." Sherlock purred, as he lubed himself up.
"Well, I have such an enthusiastic partner so it only seems fair." John grinned wickedly.
"Are you okay with me going straight in?" Sherlock asked softly.
"God, yes." John replied, forcefully grabbing Sherlock and dragging him down for a fierce kiss.
Sherlock smiled into John's lips, pushing gently into John, causing him to moan and shift his hips for better leverage.
Sherlock pulled out and thrust into the doctor harder, making John's hips rise of the bed and a loud moan to escape his lips.
"Oh, God, John. You are so amazing!" Sherlock moaned, shifting his hips until he found the spot.
John groaned loudly, signally that the detective had definitely achieved his goal.
"Are you up for a little faster, John?" Sherlock whispered into John's ear in a husky and seductive voice.
John moaned loudly in response and bucked his hips up.
"Come on, my love. Tell me."
"God, yes, Sherlock. Faster."
"Okay." Sherlock replied but speeding up and making each thrust harder and harder; causing the doctor to moan louder with each thrust.
"Like that, yes, Sherlock. There. Oh, God!" John continued his praising of Sherlock.
"John, I think … John, I'm gonna …"
"Keep going. Come on, baby. Keep going, please." John moaned encouragement to the younger man and that was enough to send Sherlock over the edge and caused a white blur behind his eyes as he came loudly.
John followed soon after, screaming Sherlock's name loudly.
"That was … fantastic." John smiled lazily, too knackered for any more elaboration.
"I'm glad you enjoyed it so much." Sherlock panted, lying down next to his partner.
"Oh, yes. We should definitely make it a regular occurrence." John grinned.
Sherlock smiled back in response, leaning over and kissing John softly.
"Shall we take a shower?" Sherlock asked, still getting his breath back.
"In a minute."
"Okay."
"I love you, my love."
"I love you too, sweetheart." Sherlock smiled, wrapping an arm around John.
x..x
"Ah, so you boys are finally awake now. I'll make some tea and get some biscuits." Mrs Hudson smiled as she entered the flat.
"That would be lovely, Mrs Hudson." John replied with a smile.
"Well, look at you two, you've got this lovely glow about you. What have you been up to?"
John blushed and tried to hide behind his newspaper while Sherlock shamelessly grinned at Mrs Hudson.
"Oh, well. I'll just get some tea and biscuits." The landlady gushed, blushing as she realised what Sherlock had been insinuating in the look.
She practically ran from the room and downstairs.
"You're terrible, Sherlock."
"Yes, but you love it." Sherlock grinned back at John before the both of them started giggling.
"So, same tomorrow then?" John asked, finally getting his breath back.
"Definitely." Sherlock replied quirking an eyebrow.
John grinned in response, picking up the other newspaper.
Sorry, it's not as long as my others or maybe you're glad it's not ;) and sorry about the abrupt ending but it was just a little morning sex and embarrassing poor Mrs Hudson ;) xxxxxx