Author's Note:
John teaches Sherlock how to swim...sort of. Thank you so much for all the lovely reviews to this story!
"There is a laundry room off the kitchen I believe," Sherlock replied absently in between breaths. "Think we might have to take it easy the rest of the day. Pretty sure I don't have the energy for anything else." He smirked despite his admission. "Well, maybe later tonight. Should be okay by then." He rolled over to look at John.
John giggled and pressed the tip of his nose against Sherlock's. "Yeah," he agreed. He wouldn't be able to do much more. Really, he didn't think they were going to do anything this morning but they needed it. "I could make breakfast. Tea, I am hungry so I will make some eggs," he whispered as he lifted an arm to wrap around Sherlock.
"Tea would be lovely. I was going to have some last night but an Army Captain took my cup and drank it for himself." Sherlock smirked at John. "I would offer to do the laundry, but...I've never done it before..." He shrugged a bit and sat up on the bed.
John sat up with him and laughed. "Of course you have never done laundry." He moved off the bed and slipped his boxers on. "That tea was horrid, by the way. No sugar?" He stuck his tongue out and motioned for Sherlock to get off the bed. "Start the kettle, I will get the sheets in the wash. I'll make my breakfast when I am done." He picked up he blanket from the floor and tossed it out of the room.
Sherlock's smirk returned and he shrugged again. "I grew up having servants doing everything for me. And despite Mrs. Hudson's protests she has always washed my clothes." He got up off the bed. He walked out of the bedroom and to the kitchen. It didn't take long to find everything since he had gone through the cupboards and drawers last night.
John returned from the washroom several minutes later, watching Sherlock with a small smile. "I know you hate it but this domestic kitchen stuff kind of suits you," he muttered as he leaned against the counter and placed a kiss on his husband's shoulder. "You make it look like some intricate dance."
Sherlock turned and arched a brow at John. "Since it seems to be so fitting, do you want me cook breakfast for you while I am at?" Despite the smirk on his face, it had been a serious question. Maybe he wouldn't be able to sleep and eat all the time like his husband did, but he supposed he could at least try to do other little things...even if he found them dreadfully boring.
"I might have to take a cold shower after, but yeah." John grinned and stood on his toes, meeting Sherlock's lips. "Probably should put some pants or something on, though. Bit dangerous to cook all naked." He chuckled and moved to the fridge, grabbing the carton of eggs. "Just scrambled. I know your genius mind can do that."
"I hate wearing clothes," Sherlock admitted. "Finish the tea then. I will be right back." He gave John a quick kiss before leaving the kitchen. He didn't take a shower but he did freshen up a bit before putting clothes on. Even on vacation he wore a buttoned up shirt and nice slacks. He came back into the kitchen fully clothed. "I can make an omelet for you if you want. Cheese, mushrooms, onions, peppers, whatever you want in it. Bit more challenging than scrambled eggs." He smirked as he rolled up his sleeves to his elbows, and buttoning them in place.
"Good Lor- Sherlock, you just had to put on some pajama pants, Jesus," John muttered as he finished their tea. Now he felt odd, just standing around in his boxers. He lifted his mug to his lips and took a sip, smiling a bit. "Can you manage an omelet? Bit difficult to make. It involves actual cooking."
"John, I don't wear pajamas or for that matter own any. Haven't you ever noticed I only sleep naked or in my clothes?" Sherlock walked over to the fridge and began rummaging around for ingredients in the fridge. "What do you want in it? When I was younger I used to hang out in the kitchen. Watched the lead cook, until I got in trouble. Dad said mingling with the help was inappropriate. Mum thought it was...how did she put it...? Oh yes 'darling.'"
"Onions, olives, tomato, ham," John paused and took a deep breath. "And love," he muttered with a grin, reaching out to squeeze Sherlock's ass. "I think today might be a perfect day for a certain consulting detective to learn how to swim," he whispered.
Sherlock got out the ingredients and he stopped a moment to think about what he had learned all those years ago. He broke open three eggs into a bowl and added just a little milk. He whisked them together and then spread out the mixture in a flat pan. "Gotta let it cook a bit then add everything else." He took out a large knife, cut the onion in half and began dicing them. He did the same to the tomato. He diced the olives next and then the ham. By the time he was finished, the egg was finished cooking on one side. He added everything else into the pan and folded the egg over it. After it cooked a bit longer on that side, he flipped it over. It didn't take long to cook the other side and he put the finished product on a plate. "See? Easy." He smirked as he presented the food to John.
It just wasn't fair how wonderful Sherlock was. Literally, the man was perfect and could do anything. "Thanks," John muttered as he grabbed the plate and mock glared at his husband. He took a large bite and slammed his fork down on the table. Of course it was the most wonderful omelet he had ever tasted. "Learn to cook everything. Do it now," he said around his food, picking up his fork and taking another large bite.
Sherlock watched John eat with a smirk. "I take it, it turned out well then? Learned how to cook from a professional. Oh, and I am just naturally good at...everything." The smirk got bigger, he was obviously amused. "Think how amazing at swimming I will be."
John couldn't help but smirk at that. "Swimming is a bit more difficult than making an omelet, Sherlock." He sat back as he finished his breakfast. "Give me a while, shouldn't go out on a full stomach." He motioned his head toward the plate. "Anything else you can cook? I am already thinking about dinner."
Sherlock shrugged. "Bet I do...swimmingly." He smirked a bit. "Oh is that how it is going to be then? I am going to be your personal cook for this month? I don't know what else I can cook. Anything, I imagine. What would you like for dinner?" He moved over to his cup of now cold tea and stuck it in the microwave to warm it up. It wouldn't taste as good reheated, especially microwaved but he would drink it anyway.
John stood up and stopped the microwave. "I will make you a new cup," he said with a small chuckle. He put the kettle back on and shrugged his shoulders. "I will ignore your horrible pun and instead tell you that I wouldn't mind having you for dinner." He gently met Sherlock's lips.
Sherlock frowned when John stopped the microwave but then smiled. It twisted into a smirk. "I thought it was clever." He returned his husband's kiss, enveloping his partner in a hug. He held onto John for awhile, he would never get tired of being close to his husband.
"I guess I could settle for some pasta if you are still tired," John whispered against Sherlock's lips. "You might be a bit tired after swimming, though." His hand drifted across Sherlock's back, his fingers dipping into his husband's waistband. "Go change into your suit," he whispered with a smirk.
Sherlock grumbled but walked to the bedroom. Couldn't he just swim naked? It wasn't like there was anyone out here. He took off his clothes and sifted through his suitcase before he found black shorts. He slide them on and felt ridiculous. He walked back out to John. "I can't believe you talked me into this…"
John smiled and studied Sherlock. "You look wonderful. They fit you really well." He brushed past his husband and changed quickly into his own suit, walking back out into the kitchen. "Here." He handed Sherlock his new cup of tea as he tied the shorts around his hips. "Drink up."
Sherlock scoffed as he looked down at himself. He took the cup of tea and took sip. "You know what I am looking forward to? Putting lotion on each other." He smirked and took another drink of the tea. "You look adorable though." The smirk got bigger as he continued to drink from the cup.
John glanced up at his husband with narrowed eyes, clearing his throat as he shifted on his feet. At this point he was glad he had been running and working out the best he could. "Hush up, you. I am not putting lotion on but I will put some on you. You'll probably need it." He ran a finger lightly down the center of Sherlock's stomach. "You look quite dashing."
Sherlock finished his tea and put the cup in the sink. "I probably should, I am pretty pale. Wouldn't want to ruin my extraordinary body, now would we?" He smirked once more. He stepped up to John, and met his husband's lips. "What are you going to teach me? Just the normal stroke? Because I must say, I am pretty sure I am good at stroking already." The smirk got bigger, his hand trailing down to glide over his partner's cock through the suit.
John gasped and leaned forward against Sherlock. He was still sensitive from earlier and yesterday. "Stop," he whimpered, grabbing his husband's hand and sucking in a deep breath. It was a major turn on to have his husband be so forward sexually and he knew he couldn't do anything until later. "Get outside, you git," he said with a smile, meeting Sherlock's lips as he walked out toward the beach. Sod Sherlock's lotion, he could do that in a few moments. He ran on the sand with a large smile and when he hit the water he fell with a large splash. After a few moments he resurfaced, shaking his head and looking back toward Sherlock.
Sherlock smirked and watched John leave for a moment before trailing after his husband. "If I get a sunburn, it is your fault." He followed his partner into the sea but not quite with the same exuberance. The water lapped at his feet and he walked out until it came up to his chin. It was warmer than he thought it would be. "Okay my dear doctor, what should I do first? I am leaving myself in your very capable hands."
John swam out after his husband, glancing around. "You should go where I can actually touch, for starters," he muttered, his head dipping underwater for a moment as a wave went over them. He resurfaced with a small laugh. "Besides, I was going to put lotion on you after I got back out. You are just so excited about swimming, aren't you?" He moved closer to shore, dipping underwater to tug at Sherlock's foot.
Sherlock was about to move when his foot lost traction from being tugged on. He wasn't expecting that and he ended up tumbling back further into the sea. Now he couldn't touch. The sink or swim approach wasn't how he had planned on learning how to swim. Don't panic. Panicking would result in sinking and drowning and he would rather not drown on his honeymoon. Okay. Just kick the legs. Move the arms.
John resurfaced quickly. "Shit, sorry." He wrapped his arms tightly around Sherlock's torso and kicked, tugging them until the water would be at Sherlock's bellybutton. "Shit, I am sorry, are you alright?" He kept his husband in his arms, panting and looking down at his husband's face. That hadn't been what he had planned. Apparently he didn't know his own strength. "I didn't intend on drowning you."
Sherlock didn't struggle against John, that would make things worse and possibly drown them both. He gave a shrug once his feet touched the sea bed once more. "It is fine. Just wasn't expecting you to do that." He reached over and grabbed his husband's hand and gave it a reassuring squeeze.
"I am just... excited, I guess." John smiled and returned the squeeze to his hand, taking a deep breath. "You were doing kind of good there, though. Managed to keep your head above water." He turned his head and placed a gentle kiss on his husband's temple. "You might actually be good at everything you try, from the looks of it."
"Well, panicking in any situation isn't good. Especially not when one is in water." Sherlock shrugged again, a smug smirk tugging at his lips. "Of course I am going to good at it, I'm a genius. I'm good at everything. Now let's get some lotion on me. Don't want to sunburn, it would ruin all the fun we are going to be having." He walked back up to the beach.
John followed after him with a small laugh. "Did you grab a towel? I will have to dry you off before I can put any on or it won't work." He jogged slightly to grab Sherlock's hand, giving it a squeeze. "I love you, y'know?" He looked up at his husband. "More than anything in the world."
"No, I didn't think to grab one. Guess I am not as big a genius as I thought." Sherlock smirked a bit and it shifted to a small smile. "I love you too." He leaned down and kissed John on the lips. His arms wrapped around his husband and gave the other the man a hug. He held onto his partner for a little before leading them back up to the house.
If they both went back into the house, if Sherlock kept holding him like that, and if they got anywhere near the bed, John was afraid he would shag his husband without a second thought. "Do you know that every morning when I wake up and get to see you I know that it will be a good day?" He squeezed his husband's hand as they entered the house, grabbing a towel the moment they walked into the house. "I can't stop making cheesy, romantic comedy quotes when I am around you, either."
"Romantic comedy quotes? Like from the telly or the movies?" Sherlock asked with a raised brow. "We should also grab the lotion this time too." He smirked and grabbed the bottle of sun screen. "Want to smear it on me here and now, or do it outside?" He ran a finger along John's stomach suggestively, stopping at his husband's inner thigh.
"Yes, like from the telly." John started to laugh but it ended in a small gasp, dropping his gaze to Sherlock's finger. "D-Don't care," he muttered with a small moan. They couldn't shag right now but, Jesus, Sherlock was being rather suggestive. "If you don't stop doing that I will literally shag you into next week."
Sherlock smirked. "If only, probably wouldn't be a good idea to try right now. I just enjoy teasing you." He grabbed John by the hand again and led them back to the beach. He let go of his husband's hand and offered the other man the bottle, the smirk ever present.
John went to grab the bottle but stopped when he noticed the smirk on his husband's face. Oh no, that wasn't going to happen. He stood on his toes and met Sherlock's lips, his free hand tangling in the back of Sherlock's hair. He pulled away after several moments and took a deep breath, smiling. "There," he muttered as he opened the lotion, putting some on his hand and moving to spread it across Sherlock's left shoulder.
Sherlock returned the kiss and smirked afterward. He relaxed into John's touch. It reminded him of when his husband had put frosting on him. His body shuddered in response. It shouldn't be such a turn on, but it was anyway.
John studied Sherlock intently, biting his bottom lip as he got more lotion and moved to his husband's left shoulder. "Not even your suit can hide that," he whispered with a small chuckle. He moved his hand down to Sherlock's chest and slowly down his stomach.
Sherlock smirked and shrugged. "What can I say, you are just so adorable I can't help but respond to your touch." They really shouldn't start again but God he wanted to. With considerable restraint he kept his hands to himself and instead tapped them on the side of his legs to keep them preoccupied.
John slowly raised his eyes and pressed himself against his husband. "Call me adorable again and I will not shag you for the rest of the day." He smiled and got some more lotion, applying it to Sherlock's back. "Now, c'mon, time to teach you how to swim." He spread the rest of the lotion on Sherlock's cheeks and nose.
Sherlock raised an eyebrow of his own at John's words but smirked anyway. He followed after his husband out into the water. "Okay, my dear doctor I am leaving myself in your capable hands." The smirk broadened. "Which I don't mind doing at all."
"Good." John took a deep breath and glanced around. He was a bit nervous about teaching his husband how to swim. "Right. Let's try this." He moved a bit deeper so the water was at his hips. "Lay on your stomach right here, right next to me." He grinned. "I will keep and arm under you to keep you in place. What you are going to do is do a paddle motion with your arms," he mimicked it with a grin. "And then... just kick your feet."
Sherlock did as he was told, laying on his stomach. His feet kicked behind him and paddled in front of himself as well. "How am I doing?" He was feeling pretty confident about it. Swimming didn't appear to be all that difficult and as long as he didn't panic or flail, he figured he would do all right.
Oh God. His husband looked like a drowning fish. Could fish even drown? John turned away and giggled slightly, trying to hold it back and only succeeding in snorting rather loudly. Turns out those long limbs of Sherlock's weren't good for everything. "I, uh..." he pushed gently at Sherlock's stomach to get him to stand up. "Not all at once. It isn't... you look like you are drowning," he admitted with another laugh. "Like this." He grabbed Sherlock's hand and made him grab the back of his suit, moving to his stomach and started to swim. "See?"
Sherlock snorted at John laughing at him. He came to stand, so he wouldn't have to hold onto his husband. He watched his partner, determined to get it right this time. John wasn't going to laugh at him again damn it. Study it and mimic it. He was going to get it right.
"Right, so, try again." John moved to his feet slowly and smiled warmly. "You will get it. You are Sherlock Holmes, you're a genius." He gently met his husband's lips. "And the closer you get, the more I'll kiss you." Perhaps adding an incentive would help.
Sherlock couldn't help but smirk. "Fine, but if I get it right on this try we get to make out on the beach. Not sure how much longer I can resist your allure." All right. He could do this. He got on his stomach, kicked first and then tried paddling.
John watched his husband for a long moment, smiling. "Better," he said as he turned his head away slightly to stop the water from getting in his eyes. "Good. Very good." He bent and placed a small kiss on Sherlock's back. "But do you think you deserve a snogging break?"
Sherlock smirked triumphantly and stood back up. "You sure you will be able to stop there?" He moved up to John, wrapping his arms around his husband. He tilted his head down and met his partner's lips. Maybe if the kiss was slow and easy, then things wouldn't go too far. Was that what he really wanted though? He was still sore and sensitive but he didn't want to let John go.
Of course he wouldn't be able to stop. John would try for Sherlock's sake because his husband couldn't be feeling very lovely right now. He returned the kiss with the same slow speed, picking his legs up under water and wrapping them around Sherlock's hips as his arms moved tightly around his neck. "Stop being such a good kisser," he said with a smile against his husband's lips.
"Good teacher," Sherlock murmured into John's mouth. He held his husband easily, his lower torso pressing into his partner's. His fingers trailed along the other man's back lightly, and he deepened the kiss. He trailed one hand up to John's head, scratching and playing with it. He moved them out of the water, and then laid them down on the beach close to the tide. He straddled his husband, and continued to kiss with more aggression.
John gasped slightly into Sherlock's mouth as he felt the water washing up against him. This was more than snogging. Of course it was, they could never stop. As the kiss got more aggressive John matched him, hands scratching down his husband's back. "Good reward," he whispered as his tongue darted in between Sherlock's lips.
Sherlock smirked behind the kiss and finally broke it to breathe. The scratches on his back felt wonderful and only encouraged him more. He began sucking on John's neck with an excited growl. His fingers continued to tangle as best they could in his husband's short hair, the other sinking into the sand for some support.
Good. Very good. John arched up into his husband with a soft moan. "Don't stop," he demanded with a gasp. They couldn't stop now, not after this. He didn't care if they got off in their suits but he needed Sherlock.
Sherlock moved his biting kisses up to John's ear. He writhed into the man below, causing some friction that made him moan. It wasn't the same kind of roughness as last time, because the fabric was softer and wet. Didn't matter, still felt good. He let his finger trail out of his husband's hair, down the shoulder and the arm with light scratches.
"Yes." John arched up into Sherlock again, a hand yanking are his husband's hair to turn his head. "We aren't done swimming," he muttered against his lips, his tongue darting out for a moment. "But I want you so bad." He wiggled slightly in the sand and managed to free one of his legs, wrapping it around Sherlock and lifting his hips. He moaned and lowered his head to suck on his husband's neck.
Sherlock smirked at John through the kiss. A growl escaped his lips as soon as he felt his husband's mouth on his neck. His hand in the sand attempted to cling tighter but really only succeeded in his hand sinking into it further. He squirmed into his partner with a moan, his head dropping a bit more so John could have better access.
They weren't waiting until tonight. They couldn't. It was their honeymoon. John moaned softly against Sherlock's mouth as his teeth nipped at the skin. God, he was hard and with Sherlock squirming on top of him his only thought was how wonderful his husband was. "Roll over," John demanded softly, pushing at Sherlock's chest.
Sherlock complied. Were they really going to do this? "Don't have anything," he murmured. He wrapped his arms around John anyway, pulling his husband closer to him. He bucked into the man above him with more earnest than he had been. His fingers began scratching up and down his partner's back, leaving faint red lines.
"I know," John muttered as he wrapped Sherlock's legs around his hips, moving to meet his husband's thrusts with a small whimper. "Don't stop." His hips started a slow rhythm, down with a roll before he lifted again. The scratches made him moan, one hand moving to scratch at Sherlock's side. "Please don't stop."
Sherlock had poor self control when it came to things like these, so he wasn't sure he would be able stop even if he wanted to right now. With a growl of excitement he matched John's pace, his fingers digging deeper into the skin in his haze of arousal. He lifted his head a bit so he could kiss his partner with aggression, not caring it was bit sloppy.
John returned the kiss eagerly, his hand gripping Sherlock's side tightly. They were going to be a bit beat up after this. He could feel the scratches already, Sherlock's lips were red. Fuck, he had done that. "Love you, oh God." His hips pressed harder against the body beneath him. His hand moved off of Sherlock, both moving to dig into the sand on either side of his husband's head. He met Sherlock's gaze as he struggled to take a deep breath.
Sherlock moaned loudly into John's mouth, as he rocked into the body above him roughly. "Love you too," he breathed out. He moved his hands to his husband's sides and continued to scratching harshly, leaving more red streaks on his partner's body. He began nibbling on John's lower lip, moaning once more.
John whimpered against Sherlock's lips. Rough. He liked rough. He never had until he had started with Sherlock. His hips moved in time with his husband's, rough and fast. Even in a wet swim suit Sherlock was able to pull him to the edge faster than he would have liked. This needed to last. His hips slowed slightly. "Slow d-down a bit."
Slow down? That wasn't what Sherlock had in mind but with restraint began to match John's pace. Lately they didn't do rough and fast often and now that they were, he wanted to continue it. He whimpered, fingers digging in deeper into his husband's skin. He moved in for another kiss, biting his partner's bottom lip before moving in for another aggressive kiss.
"Sorry." John dropped his head to meet the aggressive kiss. "Want to last longer." Which was impossible because they couldn't stop shagging. He tasted blood in his mouth from Sherlock's bite and that did it for him. His hips were moving roughly again, his hip bone smacking into Sherlock's. He couldn't stop now. Rough. It had to be rough.
Sherlock growled and moaned at the same time, this was very exhilarating. He matched the rough pace, continuing the kiss. The taste of blood in his mouth should have been enough to slow him down but it only encouraged him. He continued the scratching, fingers moving to John's chest and stomach.
That was it for John. Scratches on his chest and stomach made him shout as he came, pressing Sherlock roughly into the sand. "Oh, God." He turned and spit blood into the sand with a soft moan, panting as he struggled to hold himself above his husband. "I need to teach you how to swim more often."
Sherlock came right after John with a loud moan. His body went limp afterward, hands dropping to his side. He took a moment to breath before speaking. "S-sorry. Got a bit carried away. You okay?" He brought a hand up to move through John's hair.
John nodded instantly. "Yeah. Yeah." He swallowed and grimaced. More blood. "I am fine." He smiled sheepishly at his husband. Sherlock looked beautiful like this, panting and laying in the sand. A large wave crashed into the shore, soaking them both. "We haven't been that rough in a while. Missed it. You okay?"
Sherlock smiled and nodded. "That was magnificent, thank you." He brought both hands to rest on either side of John's face and gave his husband a kiss on his nose. His arms dropped back to his side into the sand, as he continued to try and normalize his breathing. "Probably should wait and continue the swimming lessons later." He gave John a smirk.
John nodded and pulled himself out of Sherlock's legs, taking a deep breath as he collapsed on the sand next to his husband. He was too tired to do anything else now. "We have literally done it all," he muttered with a laugh. "In a secret room, in the deserts of Afghanistan, in our bloody swimming suits at a private beach in Italy." He grabbed his husband's hand with a weak smile. "I love you."
Sherlock smirked and squeezed John's hand. "I love you too." He laid on the beach, the water lapping up around his lower torso. He snuggled into his husband's shoulder, just enjoying the closeness of his partner. "What do you want for the rest of the day?"
"Look at you," John replied with a soft smile. His free arm wrapped around Sherlock's torso protectively. "I wouldn't mind a nap. That is if you wouldn't mind me snuggling with you." He squeezed his husband's hand. "Helps me sleep better. And until then I think it might be good for you to get a bit of a tan."
"Tan? Me?" Sherlock shook his head at the thought, despite the smirk on his lips. "Sleep then my dear doctor. I will be here when you wake up." He wasn't sure if he would sleep as well, but he would stay next to John regardless. He snuggled closer to his husband, turning a bit sideways so an arm could sling over John's stomach.
"Would do you a bit of good to get some color." John grinned eagerly and closed his eyes, letting his head drop and relax in the sand. "Please don't leave," he whispered desperately. Sleeping alone had suddenly become too scary.
Sherlock squeezed John's hand. "I promise I will be right here. No nightmares. I am here next to you my dear doctor." He turned his head and gave his husband's cheek a quick kiss. He relaxed and stilled against the man next to him so his partner could get some sleep. At his current angle he could see the length of the beach for as far as the eye could see.
Comfort. Sherlock wasn't leaving. No nightmares. John relaxed slowly and the arm around his husband slipped and landed on be the sand. The sound of the waves and the constant movement of Sherlock breathing against him finally knocked him out, a soft snore escaping his lips.