Alone With You Chapter 20, a sherlock fanfic

Author's Note:

I tried to upload this yesterday but I guess the website was having problems. Short chapter compared to last few. Thank you so much to everyone who has been reviewing.

Sherlock smirked at John and took his hand. He leaned over to whisper in his husband's ear. "As much fun as that was, we probably shouldn't do that on the way home." He smirked again, squeezing his partner's hand. The seat belt light dinged on and with his free hand he clicked his into place.

John snorted and glanced at his husband. "We will probably be sick and tired of sex on our way back," he mumbled as he squeezed Sherlock's hand. He managed to put his seat belt on with one hand and looked around first class again. Amazing. He was one of those people. All because of Sherlock. "So, plans for tonight?" He asked mischievously

Sherlock's smirk returned and he shrugged. "I don't know. We can either stay in for the first day or two. Or we can spend time on the beach, roll around in the sand." The smirk got bigger. "We still have to take a bus down to the beach. Don't newlyweds make out like fools on the way to their honeymoon?"

"That depends," John replied. "Are there going to be other people on that bus?" He glanced at Sherlock out of the corner of his eye. As much as he loved his husband, he wasn't going to make out with him like some teenager in front of other people. He had already made a fool of himself on the plane. "I've...got an idea," he commented softly with a smirk. "I mean, if you are up for a surprise, that is."

"I don't know, there might be." Sherlock arched a brow. "Oh a surprise? That could be fun." He smirked. An announcement came on saying the plane would start descent soon. "Almost there my dear doctor." He squeezed John's hand again. "Do I get a hint or you going to hold me in suspense until we get there?"

A hint? Could he do that without completely giving it away? John smiled and leaned forward, gently meeting Sherlock's lips as his hands rested over the dog tags hanging around Sherlock's neck. Subtle. He could do subtle, no problem. He returned the squeeze to Sherlock's hand as he felt the plane starting to drop, a foolish grin tugging at his lips. A month in paradise with Sherlock was less than an hour away now.

Sherlock raised another eyebrow. "Is that it? Was that my hint?" He glanced down at the dog tags around his neck in thought. Now he was curious and trying to piece it together. Should he try though? Would it be better if it was a surprise? He was a curious man by nature so he continued to try to work it out.

"Aren't you a consulting detective?" John asked with curiosity, glancing out the window as the plane landed on the runway smoothly. "I don't want to give it away, Sherlock. Surprises are named that for a reason. If you figure it out then I will let you know but I'm not telling you." He grinned and stood slowly, clearing his throat. "Simple as that."

"Bah." Sherlock was determined to figure it out now. As the plane continued to descend to tried to work out what John was up to. The plane finally landed and he still didn't think he was any closer to knowing what the surprise was. Maybe he shouldn't worry about it. He grabbed his carry on and got off the plane.

John followed after Sherlock with a grin, grabbing his hand with a squeeze. "You will find out if you are patient," he whispered as they pushed through people and finally made it out of the airport. A black car pulled up and John snorted, rolling his eyes. Of course. "Even in Italy," he commented out of the corner of his mouth.

"Patience isn't really my strong suit John." Sherlock got their luggage and eyed the black car. Was his older brother worried they would get kidnapped again if they took a taxi? He put the luggage away and climbed into the car. "Mycroft has a lot of connections. It should hardly come as a surprise."

"If you wait it will be better when it happens," John whispered as he climbed into the back of the car. "Promise." He glanced around the inside of the car with a grin. "You will be begging," he muttered with a raised brow, not bothering to look at his husband.

"Really? That sounds like quite the promise and surprise." Sherlock smirked at John. It didn't take long for the car to come to a stop at the bus station. "Is it before or after the bus ride, because I do believe we arrived a bit early and our bus doesn't leave for another hour. We could always find another restroom..."

"Hate to break it to you but this surprise must wait," John said softly as he got out of the car. "For it to really work you will have to wait until we're at the beach house." He smiled and grabbed his and Sherlock's bags from the trunk. "If you will be able to stop we could always make out."

"Wait until the beach house? You are going to make me wait that long?" Sherlock smirked and shrugged. Now that they had started again after a month, he couldn't...didn't want to keep his hands off John. It was like he needed to make up for lost time. "Making out could work, but are you sure you want to with all these people around?" The smirk returned.

John glanced at his husband with a small smile and glanced around the bus station. It was a tad crowded. "Isn't that what the bathroom is for, my dear husband?" He smiled and stood on his toes, placing an open mouthed kiss on the side of Sherlock's neck, his tongue lapping at the skin for a moment before he pulled away and looked around innocently.

Sherlock smirked and nodded. He checked their luggage in, grabbed John's hand and led his husband to the restroom by following the signs in Italian with ease. No one was in there, for now. He backed his partner into a wall, too eager to bother with a stall. His lips found John's immediately, his body pressing against the other man's. One hand rested on the wall, while the other ran through his husband's hair.

John opened his mouth instantly, moaning softly as both of his arms wrapped around Sherlock's neck. This was a pleasant change from the past month. Sherlock couldn't keep his hands to himself. Good. Very good. He shifted and tensed his body, quickly lifting his lower body and wrapping both of his legs around his husband's waist. Even better. His tongue moved to tangle with Sherlock's, a hand moving to tangle in his husband's unruly hair.

Sherlock supported John easily, with a little help from the wall. He bucked his lower torso into his husband's. Was this going to turn out to be more than making out? Oh God, he hoped so. At this rate it could be very real option. Despite getting off twice already today, he was certain he could make it a third time around. He continued the kiss, his tongue exploring his partner's with earnest.

John gasped into the kiss, his left hand clinching into Sherlock's suit jacket as his right tightened marginally in his husband's hair. He had tried to convince himself that this would be just kissing. That was all. But now Sherlock was pressing against him, making everything feel wonderful. His mind was clouded with lust and he couldn't think straight. Without a second thought his hips rolled forward slowly. That felt wonderful. He pulled away from Sherlock's neck with a deep breath, tilting his head to suck at his husband's jaw.

Sherlock moaned when John rocked into him. Did they have anything for this time? He should have grabbed something from his suitcase before checking it in. Maybe his husband had something? He rested his head against his partner's. "Do you have anything by chance? Because another round with you sounds absolutely wonderful right about now." He pressed into John eagerly

Oh, shit. John took a deep breath and calmed himself, gently shaking his head. "No, I don't," he muttered softly, tugging his bottom lip between his teeth. Were they just going to stop now? Both of them would draw obvious attention to themselves if they walked back into the waiting area. He had an erection and it felt like Sherlock did as well. "D'you think we could get into our bags? Change pants?" He suggested.

Sherlock thought for a moment and then smirked. "Come on. Think I have a solution." He set John down gently and then tugged his husband to the nearest stall. He closed the door and locked it. "You can sit on the loo or I can. Then the other sits on the lap. Pull our pants down. Not so much mess. Use toilet paper to clean up." He was surprised he was thinking so clearly, because lust and desire was coursing through him.

Well, it was clear who the genius in the relationship was. John smiled slightly at his husband and pushed him to sit on the toilet, instantly moving to sit on his lap. His hands reached between them to undo Sherlock's pants, moving to his own once they were. "Why can't we stop touching each other now?" He whispered against his husband's lips, gripping the other man's penis and giving it a fast stroke.

Sherlock sat down without complaint. He would have answered the question but his response was forgotten as soon as John's hand was on his cock. He moaned, his hips rocking forward into the man above him. One hand found his husband's penis and began to squeeze it with little pressure and began a steady rhythm. His other hand scratched at John's back lightly. He moved his head, so he could make out with his husband once more.

"Oh, God." John returned his husband's kiss eagerly, whimpering as his hips rocked forward. "Love you. I love you." He forced the words out and batted Sherlock hand away from his cock. Better idea. He moved forward and grabbed both of their cocks in his hand, stroking once as he rocked forward. Good Lord, too much sensation. Sherlock's penis on his own, his hand. He whimpered against his husband's mouth.

For a moment Sherlock was confused but it didn't take long to realize what John was up to. He moaned into his husband's mouth. Both of his hands sliding up his partner's shirt so they could scratch the skin underneath. "Love you too," he murmured behind the kiss. He didn't want to break the kiss, so he exhaled through his nose loudly.

John's hips snapped forward roughly and he moaned, his free hand moving to grip the back of Sherlock's neck. He was struggling to keep focus. He wanted to move forward and feel pleasure but he wanted to rock back into Sherlock's hands, into the scratches. Where had this man, the man with him right now, been for the past month? He had missed this Sherlock.

"John…" Sherlock had to break the kiss, so air could reach his lungs normally. His breathing was erratic, but he didn't let that distract him. His fingers continued to dig into John's skin, beginning to leave red marks as they moved up and down. He was getting excited, his body rocking in time with his husband's strokes. "I love you," he repeated through ragged breathing.

"Love you too. Love you so much," John whispered, trying to keep quiet since they were in a bathroom. They had basically shagged twice today and he was already sensitive. It didn't take much for him. He came with a whimper, turning to clamp his mouth onto his husband's shoulder as he jerked against his husband. He shifted so only Sherlock's penis was in his hand and moved in quick, tight strokes.

Sherlock's arched his back from the bite, as he growled in excitement. He panted out a moan as he came, his body going limp immediately afterward. Christ, he was getting tired from all the physical work outs. "Think I'm going to nap on the bus." He leaned his head against John's shoulder, as he caught his breath.

Nap. Oh, that sounded perfect. John could go for a nap. "Yeah," he responded softly. He could barely talk. If somebody could be shagged within an inch of his life, John was that person today. A blow job in the airport in London, shagging in the cargo hold of a plane, and getting off in a bathroom at in Italian bus stop. Life really couldn't get much better. "We are certainly not getting any younger."

"I most certainly need a nap so I have enough energy for whatever you have planned at the beach house." Sherlock smiled and moved in to kiss John once more. Not aggressive like before, he didn't have the energy. Just slow and deliberate, his tongue moving inside of his husband's mouth after a few moments. His hands remained up his partner's shirt but they were no longer scratching, only holding the man on top of him in place.

John returned the kiss calmly, one hand moving to press against the side of the stall to keep him in place, the other staying tangled in Sherlock's hair. He could do this for the rest of his life. Kiss Sherlock, shag him, and sleep. There shouldn't be outside needs like money or food. Just his husband. "I can literally sleep standing up so I should get a good nap in on the drive," he whispered as he pulled away, his hand sliding down the wall to grab some toilet paper and slowly start cleaning them.

Sherlock smirked a bit and relaxed slightly. Why hadn't they been doing this since getting home from his mother's? They had done it more in one day than the last month. He supposed that was his fault. He had tried talking to John like Mycroft had suggested but at the last minute he backed out, and become withdrawn into his music. Never again. There would never be another month like that again. Not if he could help it.

"All good," John whispered, leaning forward to place a kiss on Sherlock's forehead. It was clear his husband was lost in thought, something he had been doing a lot recently. He figured some of it, well most of it, had been him. He had been forcing things on Sherlock, trying to domesticate him, and it must have gotten to him. The man had composed at least fifty songs in the past month. He'd tried to stop but couldn't help himself. Maybe this honeymoon would be good for both of them. "The bus will probably be here soon. Hell, half the lobby might have heard us."

Sherlock had been so lost in thought he almost hadn't heard John speak. "What? Oh. Yes. Everything is perfect." He gave his husband a genuine smile before it twisted into a smirk. "Good. I hope they did. Nothing wrong with everyone knowing I love you. All of Baker Street surely does by now." The smirk broadened and when his partner got up, he did too. He pulled up his pants and buttoned them into place.

John redid his pants slowly and opened the stall, glancing around. They'd gotten luck that nobody had walked in and discovered them, unlike London. "I could go without Italy knowing how much I enjoy shagging you. There is a reason the beach is private, Sherlock." He turned to rest his hand over the dog tags on Sherlock's chest. "Can't wait to spoil you." He placed a slow kiss on his husband's lips and turned, leaving the bathroom.

Sherlock smirked a bit and shrugged. "You know me, I don't care who knows." He returned the kiss, smacked John's ass and then followed his husband out. He checked his watch, having adjusted for local time before leaving. The bus should be boarding now. "We are the last stop. Few hours away, so should be able to get a good nap in."

John jumped slightly at the smack from his husband, turning to smirk at Sherlock. "I care," he commented softly as he boarded the bus, glancing around. Rather empty and, wonderfully enough, two other couples who looked like they were off to their honeymoon. He found a seat near the middle and plopped into the window seat with a small smile. "The great Sherlock Holmes is going to sleep?" He said with a wry grin. "You haven't done that properly in a month," he commented softy. He had been sleeping alone for a while.

Sherlock sank into the seat next to John. He didn't know how to reply to the comment without inciting a fight. Instead he lifted the arm rest between them, took John's hand, and leaned his head on his husband's shoulder. No fighting on the honeymoon. Especially not when things were returning back to normal. Things were perfect and he didn't want anything to disrupt that.

John squeezed Sherlock's hand and smiled. It was good to see his husband trying to sleep. Given their ideas for the month, they were both going to need it. "Take your nap." He turned his head slightly and placed a kiss into Sherlock's unruly hair. A nap sounded wonderful and John let his head fall to rest on his husband's, his eyes closing as his body slowly relaxed and he fell asleep.

Sherlock took no time at all to sleep. He slept the entire trip down and was awoken by someone speaking rapid Italian at him. He grumbled and shifted. His eyes opened and focused on the bus driver. He apologized in the man's native tongue and squeezed John's hand. "Come on my dear doctor, we are here."

John shifted and glared at the bus driver as he woke up, looking at his husband with a small smirk. It was clear Sherlock had slept the entire trip. His hair was askew and John found it rather endearing. He stood slowly, moving off the bus and grabbing their luggage. It wasn't until he turned around that he was speechless. Nancy had really out done herself. The beach house was small, but from the outside looked amazing. And from here he could see their private beach. "Oh my God."

Sherlock tipped the driver well because they had been driven out here per special request. No one said no to the Holmes family. He smirked at John. "Not only does my family fly in style but we also know how to take a holiday." There should be a boat house as well, in case you want to go sailing. Or shag in a boat on the sea." The smirk got bigger as he walked toward the house.

Shag on a boat. That would be fun. John watched Sherlock for a long moment before slowly following after him. Being married into the Holmes family was fantastic so far. He entered the beach house with a small chuckle. "Of course. It is bloody perfect." The kitchen was small but everything was brand new. It overlooked a living room with the biggest telly he had ever seen and a massive couch. "We probably have the biggest bed ever created in that bedroom."

Sherlock smiled. "Should be filled with food too. Probably not enough for the whole month but should still last us a week, maybe two." Jet lag, three shaggings, and lack of sleep over month, even by his standards, must have caught up with him. Even after the nap he was still tired. However John had something planned. He was certain he would sleep well tonight.

John smirked and moved into their bedroom. Naturally. The largest bed he had ever sat in the center of the far wall. A modest dresser and a closet, paintings that probably cost more than two of his Army paychecks hung on the walls. A door led to a bathroom that he was scared to look in. Probably a massive shower, massive bath tub. "I am going to shag you on every inch of this house," he commented as he set his bag on the bed.

Sherlock arched a brow. "Every inch, hm? I didn't bring a ruler, so we'll have to estimate." He smirked at John as he walked to the bathroom. He used the loo, flushed and washed his hands. "Full sized shower and Jacuzzi in here." He walked back to the bedroom and sat down on the bed.

"Let's just move out here with Amy," John said with a chuckle as he watched Sherlock. "So you are waiting, yeah? For my surprise? You look tired, do you want to go to sleep for a bit?" He moved forward slowly and straddled Sherlock's hips as he climbed on the bed.

Sherlock smirked a bit and shook his head. "I am fine. I can sleep after the surprise." He wrapped his arms around John, lips meeting his husband's immediately. He couldn't help but buck into the man above me. Here they were on their fourth go around and he was just as eager as the first time.

John pulled away from Sherlock's lips the moment he lifted his hips. "Stop, this isn't it," he admonished lightly with a smile on his lips. He moved to his feet slowly, keeping his eyes locked on Sherlock before grabbing his bag and backing toward the bathroom. "Think you can stay there for a few minutes?"

Sherlock just sat on the bed. He wasn't sure what to do next while he waited. Whatever John had planned he didn't want to ruin. He thought about undressing but then decided against it by the time he the top two buttons of his shirt undone. He wasn't a sit and wait kind of man. He began fidgeting on the bed, jut for the sake of doing something.