Author's Note:
Just some more sexy Johnlock time. Thanks to those of you who take the time to review! It really does mean a lot to me and motivates me to keep the chapters coming!
Once it was morning, Sherlock shifted carefully and crawled under the covers. He moved down to be in between his husband's legs. John had mentioned wanting to wake up to a blow job. He could certainly manage that. He gently pulled his husband's penis out through the slit in the boxers. He put his mouth around John's cock and began sucking.
The sudden cool air made John groan softly and he sighed, licking his lips. He had slept wonderfully, his dreams happy and... What was that? He slowly opened his eyes, turning his head to ask Sherlock what was wrong with him. Was he already out of... "Oh, God," he muttered sleepily, lifting his head slightly to study the massive lump under the blankets. That was his husband, between his legs, waking him up with a blow job. "Fuck." His head fell back on to his pillow as his hips lifted slightly. It was official: Sherlock Holmes was the best husband ever.
Sherlock smirked, pleased with himself as he heard John stirring. He continued to suck on his husband's penis, increasing the rhythm and taking as much of it in his mouth as he could. Almost to the point of gagging, but he didn't mind. He wanted to start this morning off right and hopefully he wouldn't do anything to screw up the rest of the day.
John moved a hand to rest on Sherlock's head above the blanket. Jesus, did his husband just take almost his entire cock into his mouth? "Sherlock," he moaned and his hips lifted slightly again and he hissed, forcing his hips back down to the mattress. His hand moved and pulled the blanket off of Sherlock with sloppy movements and he let out another groan at the sight of Sherlock giving him a blow job.
Sherlock did gag a bit when John's hips lifted a little but he didn't let that slow of his pace. He continued to bob his head, as fast as it was possible for him go. Once more he went as far as he could, this time the point where he gagged again. Despite that, he kept going and ignored his own discomfort.
Despite the gagging from his husband John lifted his hips again as he came with a shout. His body fell limp against the mattress. "Fuck. God." He struggled to get his breathing under control, trying to calm his racing thoughts. He had made Sherlock gag and at that thought he shot up, pulling his husband into a sloppy hug. "Sorry," he whispered. "Sorry."
Dear God, was John trying to choke him to death? Usually he gulped it down with no problem, but most of it spit out as he coughed. It made quite the mess. Sherlock returned the hug with one arm, as he tried to swallow normally. "It is fine. Did it for you." He gave his husband a small but reassuring smile. He leaned his head into John's shoulder.
Well, maybe he wouldn't try to shove his penis down Sherlock's throat next time. John glanced between them with a small grimace. "Sorry," he whispered again. That had been one of his deepest secrets, his biggest fantasy, and his husband had done it for him. When he had let Sherlock fuck his mouth he had prepared for it, had given Sherlock consent. In his sleepy haze he had just taken what he wanted. "You are wonderful."
"I know. I am amazing and perfect, remember?" Sherlock tilted his head up to smirk up at John. "I am sorry if I ruined last night for you. I wanted to make it up to you." He leaned his head into his husband's shoulder once more, relaxing for the first time since he had laid next to John last night. "Love you." Right of course. Now he was tired. "Didn't sleep last night. Would you mind if I took a nap right now?"
"I love you, too." John placed a soft kiss on Sherlock's temple and nodded, moving to lay down and bringing Sherlock with him. "I don't mind at all. I will stay right here." He smiled and pulled Sherlock tighter against him. "And you didn't ruin last night but I will still accept the morning blow job." He laughed softly and started to run a hand through his hair soothingly.
Sherlock nodded slightly at John's words and then snuggled in closer to his husband still, his head resting on his partner's chest now. It wouldn't be a very good idea to try and sail while he was tired, so he should nap now. He closed his eyes and eventually sleep found him.
Good. Sleeping. Sherlock sleeping was always a very good thing. John tugged his bottom lip between his teeth and relaxed the best he could. What did he do now? Hell, Sherlock did this all the time. What did his husband usually think about? He took a deep breath and studied the ceiling, letting the slight rocking of the yacht calm him as his thoughts wandered to Afghanistan.
The nap didn't last long, not even two hours. Sherlock stirred with a groan and then shifted slightly so he could look up at John. "Want to stay out another day? We never did shag on the deck yet, but we have all honeymoon if you want to go back to the house." It didn't really matter to him either way, so he had asked to see what John would want to do.
John jumped slightly at Sherlock's voice and looked down at him, wincing when the sheets stuck to his thighs. "Well, I would love to stay." He leaned down and gently met Sherlock's lips. "But that means we will have to find new sheets." He blushed. "We kind of need to wash these ones. But... please, I want to shag on the deck." He pulled at his bottom lip with his teeth nervously. "So bad."
Sherlock smirked up at John. "I think I can arrange for that to happen." He stretched a bit, sat up, and got out of the bed. He grabbed the condoms and lubrication. He was certain he would be able to get an erection no problem this morning. He was excited but he didn't want to jump right into shagging. Kissing and squirming first was half the fun.
John laughed softly. "Now? Bit eager, are we Young Master Holmes?" He slid from the bed with a soft laugh, grimacing at his boxers and slid them off. Needed to wash those, too. They had seriously made a mess. He moved forward and gently met Sherlock's lips, pulling with with an amused smirk. "Also, grape?" He motioned toward the lube in Sherlock's hand. "Still makes no sense."
Sherlock smirked at John "God yes now." Part of the reason was to make up for last night and the other part was because he just enjoyed shagging the hell out of his husband. He gave a small shrug. "I had grabbed the flavored lube for just in case. I didn't know how long you would want to stay out at sea. Wanted to come prepared." The smirk returned to his lips.
John rolled his eyes playfully and reached into the box of condoms, grabbing one and knocking the box to the ground. "Then shag me," he whispered against Sherlock's lips as he opened the foil wrapper and slowly rolled the condom on to Sherlock's penis. He gave his husband's cock a few quick strokes before turning and walking up the stairs to the deck.
John's touch made Sherlock whimper. The condom still felt weird and he wondered if he would ever get used to wearing them. Screw the kissing and squirming, he wanted his husband now. He hurried up the stairs, stumbling slightly in his haste. He already had an erection. With restraint he managed to not pounce and tackle John onto the floor, but he did advance upon his partner quickly. He pressed their bodies together, fingers dipped in lube already.
John smiled up at Sherlock, grabbing his husband's hand and yanking it around his body to rest on his ass. "God, I want you," he whispered as he stood on his toes to gently meet his husband's lips. He winced a bit because, shit, he could smell the grape lube. Did he want their sexual escapade on the deck of the family yacht to smell like grape? Of course he did. It was too late to demand Sherlock go find another bottle. He nipped at Sherlock's lip softly. "Get me prepared and I will lay on the deck," he whispered softly.
Sherlock couldn't help but smirk. When John was just as excited as he was, it just seemed to make things better. He moved his fingers into John, his body pressed into his husband's. He kissed his partner while he prepped John.
John moaned into Sherlock's mouth and pressed back against his fingers. This was going to be wonderful. He was ready now, wanted his husband. "Now." He pulled away from the kiss with a whimper and looked up at Sherlock with a small smile. He pulled away from his husband and moved to lay on his back, tugging his bottom lip between his teeth as he spread his legs for Sherlock.
"For someone on the receiving end, you sure are demanding." Sherlock smirked down at John as he straddled his husband's hips. He still wasn't sure if he should add lube to the condom, but he used what was left over from prepping John, just in case. He slid in with practiced ease, with a small moan. Felt different than usual, but it still felt good.
"Shut up and fuck me," John gasped, reaching up to yank Sherlock down against him. Oh, God, that felt amazing. Why hadn't they thought of that before? He wiggled under Sherlock, working his legs out and wrapping them tightly around Sherlock's back. "Fuck. Jesus, Sherlock." He turned his head with a whimper, biting down on his husband's shoulder.
A throaty growl of excitement came from Sherlock when John bit his shoulder. The pace picked up as he thrust harder into his husband. He moaned loudly, and began biting and sucking on John's neck. He put one hand on the deck floor and the other began scratching his husband's side.
The moment they were back in London John would have to thank the bloke who recommended ribbed condoms because fuck it was amazing. Each thrust forced a small shout from John and he forced it straight into Sherlock's shoulder. The mouth on his neck, the scratching... "God, more." His hands clawed desperately at Sherlock's back.
John's words and scratching only encouraged Sherlock even more. He continued to thrust into his husband, ramming as hard as he could as fast as he could. He moved his lips to the shoulder he hadn't made bleed yesterday and began to bite it with loud growling, moans. His fingers dug into John's side even deeper, leaving a trail of red marks.
"God, Jesus," John shouted because he realized suddenly that the boat was rocking with the power of Sherlock's thrusts and, good Lord, it felt amazing. What was even more amazing was the fact that Sherlock was lasting this long despite the demands John knew he was putting on his husband's body. He wanted to reach between them and stroke his erection but he didn't and instead kept his hands on Sherlock's back, scratching with fervor. "Yes. Sherlock, yes." He yanked at his husband's hair to sloppily meet his lips.
Sherlock wasn't sure why he was lasting so long considering how many times they had shagged in the last few days. Maybe it was the condom. There wasn't the same amount of friction on his cock as usual. He continued his rough, fast thrusts. Although he was having trouble staying in place now, so he placed his other hand on the floor to help stabilize himself. He growled into the kiss, but it didn't last long because his breathing became fast and irregular.
John groaned at the loss of his husband's scratches, moving one hand to run roughly down Sherlock's chest. Each thrust pushed his body against the wood slightly and he moaned, the muscles of torso tensing as he tried to still himself. "Love you. Oh, God." He threw his head back against the wood with a small 'thud.' They hadn't shagged this rough in a while and John loved it. He opened his eyes to watch Sherlock's face, his other hand moved to rest lightly on his cheek, his thumb running across Sherlock's cheekbone.
Sherlock moaned from John scratching, lowering himself slightly so his husband could reach more of his chest. For as rough as things were going right now, the thumb on his cheek was a startling contrast and a slight surprise. He gave John a smile as he looked down at his husband, his pacing slowing a bit. He leaned down to kiss the man below him, forcing himself to breathe through his nose loudly.
John moaned softly into the kiss as Sherlock slowed the pace, returning the kiss with a slight smile. They had never done this, changing pace, and he suddenly realized the he liked it. He tightened his legs around Sherlock to make him stop moving, gently running his tongue across his husband's bottom lip. "I love you. So much." He pulled away with a soft smile and slowly loosened the hold with his legs.
Sherlock smiled into the kiss and he stilled for a moment. "Love you too," he managed to get out and then resumed thrusting but at a slower pace still. His breathing had become manageable now and he leaned down to whisper into John's ear. "Love being inside of you like this," he admitted. Even though the pace had slowed considerably now; he wasn't sure how much longer he would last. He brought a hand up to run his knuckles along his husband's face lightly.
John moaned softly at Sherlock's words, moving one hand to scratch softly at the back of his husband's neck. "Love having you inside of me," he whispered in return, closing his eyes at the soft touch of Sherlock's knuckles. They had taken quite the turn. Rough and fast to slow, loving. It was wonderful. "When you are above me and making love to me I am the luckiest man in the world." He smirked slightly and opened his mouth, lapping at Sherlock's index finger with his tongue.
Sherlock smiled down at John. A moan escaped him when he felt his husband's tongue on his finger. He continued the slow but steady rhythm until he finally came with a loud moan. He collapsed to the side of John as he pulled out. The condom had caught his semen and filled up, causing his penis to be very sticky now. He didn't seem to notice or mind, his head coming to rest on his husband's shoulder. "That was most wonderful." He turned his head to smile up at John.
John grinned like an idiot at his husband. "That was..." He took several deep breaths, shaking his head with a laugh. The condom, Jesus. And he was already a bit sore from the pounding he took at the beginning. "Fuck," he groaned and sat up, trying to get a glance at his back. It was rubbed raw from the wood beneath him and the scratches on his side were a bright red against his skin. "That was fucking amazing, that was." He took a shaky breath and kept his back to Sherlock as he grabbed his erection and started to stroke in quick, short movements.
Sherlock smirked up at John. He had been so focused on shagging his husband he hadn't even noticed that his partner had gotten an erection. In truth, he was surprised since he had just given John a blow job just this morning. He rolled away from his husband some, and peeled off the condom trying not to make too much of a mess so there would be less to clean up.
John came with a soft moan, wiping his hand on the deck and falling back again. "Was it alright with the condom?" He asked softly, tugging his bottom lip as he panted with a foolish grin. "Because it felt wonderful to me. Going to shag you with one so you can feel it." He watched Sherlock curiously. "You have never shagged with a condom on, have you?" He laughed and snatched it from his husband's hand, tying it off with ease and handing it back.
Sherlock nodded. "It was fine. I am trying to figure out if I just had an extra spurt of stamina today that let me last so long or if it was because of the condom. It didn't allow the same amount of friction as usual." He gave a slight shrug in response to John's last question. "Of course not. You should know by now that the only person I have ever shagged is you."
John thought back to the last time he had shagged with a condom on and furrowed his brow. "You know, it might have been both. Condoms typically don't provide a lot of friction and you're not really used to them." He placed a soft kiss on his husband's lips. "If you didn't like it we won't do it again," he whispered with a reassuring smile. "But I will use one on you before this is over so you can feel it. It was... bliss." He closed his eyes and relaxed against the deck, letting the sun warm his body.
Sherlock pursued his lips in thought. He really wanted to set up an experiment to test that theory. Maybe when they got back home to London, but not while they were on their honeymoon. He was supposed to be spending time and paying attention to John. "We will have to try it sometime." It probably wouldn't be tonight, that was for sure. He flicked the used condom into a trash bin as he stood up. "Going to clean up a bit below deck and then I will sail us back to the beach house."
John sat up quickly and grabbed Sherlock's hand, squeezing it as he looked up at his husband. "I love you," he whispered as his hand slid from Sherlock's. He stood slowly himself, wincing. He was going to be sore for a bit, it felt like. He brushed past Sherlock to go below deck, collapsing on the bed and ignoring their earlier mess. If Sherlock was going to clean up then he was going to take a quick nap.
"Love you too," Sherlock replied as he followed after John. He frowned at the damage his husband had taken on his back. He entered the bathroom, it was big enough to hold a half shower and a toilet. He started the water, letting it warm up a bit before he got inside. He took a quick shower, air dried and then got dressed in yesterday's clothes since he hadn't thought to bring an extra set with him.
John groaned and shifted on the bed, rolling on his side to look at Sherlock. "Hi," he whispered with a sheepish grin. Back to land, back to the little beach house that he had fallen in love with. He could handle that. He moved to rest on his knees, grabbing Sherlock by the waistband of his pants and tugging him forward. "What are we going to do now? I am a bit sore." He pressed his nose against his husband's cheek.
Sherlock moved forward without resistance. "Whatever the hell we want?" He smirked down at his husband. He leaned down and gave John a quick kiss on the head. "We don't have to go back to the beach house if you don't want to. We can stay out here longer. Swim some more. We still have to shag in the water." His smirk returned.
John laughed softly, looking up at his husband. "Water is a bit deep, I think." One hand moved to squeeze his husband's ass. "We might drown. Wouldn't want that." He took a deep breath and rested his head on Sherlock's shoulder, letting his eyes slip closed. "And you shouldn't swim out this deep. Not yet," he added softly. But it was their honeymoon, they could do whatever they wanted. It was just...with so much free time, he honestly didn't know what to do.
"We could wear those ridiculously bright orange life preservers." Sherlock wasn't sure if was joking or actually serious when he suggested that. "We will sail back for now. Didn't you say something back in London about wanting to eat pizza while we are here?" He leaned into John a bit, arms wrapping around his husband in a light hug. He rested his head on top of his partner's.
Oh, pizza. Pizza straight from Italy. John smirked slightly as his stomach growled at just the thought. "We could, yeah. No cooking for us which is always nice," he whispered into his husband's neck. It felt a bit weird for him to be completely naked and for Sherlock to be completely dressed but he fought it off and grinned. "This is a bit erotic, yeah?" He scratched gently at his husband's back. "You fully clothed, me naked and looking like I have just been shagged."
Sherlock smirked down at John. "You just like the friction." He brushed up against his husband a bit, so the fabric of his shirt would rub against John's chest and stomach. "Think I will eat today too. I haven't in the last couple days. What do you like on your pizza?" It didn't matter to him, because he was by no means a picky eater.
John shivered slightly and laughed. "Yeah, I do like that." He licked his lips and tired to hide his grin. Sherlock was going to eat. Perfect. "I...don't really know. Black olives, pepperoni." He placed a soft kiss on the side of his husband's neck. "Mushrooms. Onion." Another kiss as he relaxed further against his husband. "Don't care, though. I am just really hungry."
If they hadn't just shagged, Sherlock was certain he would be extremely turned on by the kisses on his neck. They felt wonderful. His husband was hungry though. "All right then." He kissed the top of John's head before releasing his husband from the hug. "I will get us back to land and we'll go to a pizzeria in town."
Why did he have to say he was hungry? John wanted to stay next to his husband, wrapped in his arms, for the rest of the day. "Fine," he whispered like a child, flopping back on to the bed with a playful groan. Better get dressed, it wouldn't do to stay naked for the rest of the day. He figured the people in the pizzeria wouldn't enjoy that too much. He grabbed the clothes from yesterday and dressed quickly, moving to the deck behind his husband with a small laugh. "We shagged on a boat."
Sherlock went back up to the deck and to the helm. He didn't start the yacht up right away though. He was trying to remember which way they had come from. Shit, he had forgotten. He took a brief moment to access his mind palace to retrace their last route. Good. He had it. He looked over to John with a smirk. "We did. And think, we are still going to shag in the water. In the shower. Give each other blow jobs with flavored lubricant. Break everything in the beach house. Hell, maybe I will even talk you into shagging in alley in town." The smirk got bigger. The last suggestion was almost as exciting to him as shagging John against the window at the flat. Which they still hadn't done yet, even though he wanted to badly.
John blushed at the suggestions and came up behind Sherlock, wrapping his arms around his husband's hips. "An alley in town?" He licked his hips and laughed softly at the thought. "Okay," he whispered with a small nod of his head. They had done so many different things so far. In two bathrooms, the plane...the cargo hold of a plane. "Not much convincing but I will let you shag me in some alley." He grinned and pulled his husband closer. "So, do you know the way back?"
Sherlock's eyebrows shot up in surprise. "Really?" He smiled at John, pleased. Very pleased indeed. His smile twisted into a cocky smirk. "Of course I do." He hit the button to lift the anchor and once it was all the way up he turned the yacht around to go back where they had come. To help get the vessel going, he used the motor for awhile before cutting the engine and letting the wind catch the sail and float it back most of the way. It would take longer but it would conserve gas.
John laughed. "Yeah, really. We have done enough, might as well. Should we do that before or after we break the headboard?" He asked with a laugh as he tugged his husband closer and buried his face between Sherlock's shoulder blades. God, he was going to pay for this, wasn't he? Shagging in an alley. Sherlock had changed him a bit. Then again, he didn't really think that Sherlock would enjoy sex so much but he was learning a lot since they had been officially dating.
Sherlock smirked and then shrugged. "God, I would love to do it tonight but I don't know if we should shag again so soon after I was so rough with you this last time. In the middle of the day or at night?" They were really going to do this. Maybe by the time they got back to the flat, John wouldn't be so nervous about shagging against the window. He wasn't sure why he wanted it so much. As far as sexual fantasies went, he didn't really have many. Maybe it was because anytime they had agreed to it, the opportunity had escaped him. It was like a challenge now to make it happen, but it constantly stayed just beyond his grasp. He was so lost in his thoughts he hadn't been paying attention to where they were going and they jolted to a stop roughly. His head slammed into the steering wheel. Fuck. They had hit a sandbar.