Author's Note:
Just more cute Johnlock fluff.
Sherlock shook his head slightly. "You don't owe me anything. Just because I gave you one doesn't mean you have to give me one. That isn't how relationships work." A moment of hesitation as he realized he didn't actually know if that was true. "Do they?" Another pause before he muttered with a pout, "If they do then they shouldn't."
John laughed slightly and pressed closer to his husband. "Typically that is how they work, yeah," he stated against Sherlock's chest. "I mean, it isn't always the same thing. You know, like you make me breakfast so I make lunch. It is just a give and take." His hand started to run up and down Sherlock's spine.
Sherlock frowned in thought, his brows furrowing together. "I guess that makes sense," he relented but then added, "but it is still stupid." Relationships continued to remain a mystery to him. He had given up trying to understand them because as far as he could tell they didn't make a damn bit of sense at all.
"I love you," John muttered as he tugged Sherlock closer, his tongue darting out to run up his husband's chest the best he could without losing contact with Sherlock. "I know you think it is stupid." He glanced up at his husband for a moment. "I would really love it if you put your arms around me."
Sherlock smiled slightly. "I love you too." He wrapped his arms around John, snuggling in closer to his husband. He leaned his forehead against his partner's, eyes closing half way. "What else did you want to do today my dear doctor?"
"Be with you," John replied as he kept his eyes closed. It was clear he couldn't shag his husband and he was slightly hesitant to give him another blow job. "Unless you want to do something. I...don't care. I just love you." He smiled eagerly and met Sherlock's lips in an eager kiss.
"That sounds fine with me. Last time we spent just laying in bed turned out rather wonderful, I thought." Sherlock snuggled into John even more as he returned the kiss. He matched the pace set by his husband, one hand moving to run through John's hair. "Love you too," he said behind the kiss.
John slowed the kiss down and smiled as he pulled away, a smirk on his lips. "That was nice," he said as he pressed the tips of their noses together. This was something he would never get tired of. Moments like this where he had Sherlock all to himself. It made him thankful for what they had. "I am the luckiest husband in the world."
"It was," Sherlock agreed with a smile. He tilted his head down slightly, so he could look John in the eyes. "Obviously. I am perfect and amazing. So naturally I am the best husband, which would make you the luckiest husband." His smile twisted into a smug smirk.
"Oi." John playfully smacked Sherlock's chest and nipped at his bottom lip. "I'm the one who broke the headboard. I win this argument," he whispered as he shifted, lifting his head to whisper in Sherlock's ear. "I want you to shag me," he said with a small lick to his husband's earlobe. "Slow," he added.
Christ. John was insatiable sometimes. Sherlock wasn't feeling up to another shagging, at least not right now. He was still sore from the last one. However, he had promised his husband anything he wanted for the day. So, he tried to help get himself in the mood. He pressed into John as he scratched lightly at his husband's back.
John let out a small sigh of contentment, his head dropping as he pressed back into Sherlock. His husband had been hard during the blow job so it might not take much. "Love your cock, want you," he whispered as he rocked slowly against Sherlock. "Please."
Focus. Concentrate. Make John happy. Sherlock turned his head and began to nibble lightly on his husband's neck. He continued to squirm into his partner and rolled over so he could be on top of John. Having gotten hard earlier, it didn't take long for his cock to get hard. He was a little surprised, considering he was lacking his usual excitement.
God, yes. John spread his legs instantly so Sherlock could settle between them, letting his head fall back to expose more of his neck. He pulled his bottom lip between his teeth and moaned, his hands moving to scratch at Sherlock's back. "Ah, there." He moved a hand into his husband's hair, giving it a slight tug.
Sherlock couldn't help but growl from the tug at his hair. It was practically a guaranteed way to get him turned on and fast. The sudden arousal damn near made him forget about lube but he calmed himself in time. He leaned over the edge of the bed and grabbed the first bottle his hand touched. When he opened it the smell of chocolate met his nose, the label said it was edible. He had an overwhelming desire to smear it all over John's body, except he wasn't in control. That definitely would be taking away from it. He settled for prepping his husband and then himself.
John could read his husband's face easily in situations like this and the smell of chocolate was hard to miss. There was no way he was passing up a situation like this. "Do it," he practically begged, reaching shakily for the lube and spreading some on his stomach. "God, please do it." He wrapped his head around the back of Sherlock's neck and gave a small tug so he would move.
Sherlock began applying the chocolate flavored lubricant on John. He spread it all over his husband's shoulders, chest and stomach. It wasn't thick like syrup, rather a bit runny so he didn't make the layers thick. Some still dripped off of John and onto the sheets. God this was going to be a glorious mess. He bent down to begin licking it off his husband and at the same time he thrust inside of John with moan.
John had been so focused on everything being applied to his body that the thrust made him shout, his nails digging into Sherlock's arms. "Oh, Jesus," he moaned and pressed back against his husband, his back arching up off the bed. He moved and slowly wrapped his legs around Sherlock's waist as his nails scratched down Sherlock's arms.
At this rate Sherlock wasn't sure if he would be able to shag his husband slowly like he had been asked. He continued to lick the flavored lube off of John, moaning and growling into the skin. He managed a moderate pace into his husband, his moans getting louder.
John gasped and lifted his head to watch Sherlock, his mouth wide open as he panted for air. "God." He moved his hands to grab Sherlock's hips, tightening his grip so Sherlock would hold still. He paused for a moment and then roughly brought his hips up, moaning and letting his hands fall back to the bed so his husband could move again.
"John," Sherlock moaned, taking a moment to catch his breath when his husband bucked up into him roughly. So much for slow. There was no way he would have that kind of self control now. Once John moved his hands away he began a faster pace, moaning loudly into his husband's skin as he continued to lick off the lubricant.
The original intention had been slow but this was good, too. John whimpered, a hand moving to tangle in Sherlock's hair. "Yes. Yes. Oh, God." He slammed his head back against his pillow and winced when he heard the headboard crack a bit farther. "Ah, Sherlock, you feel wonderful."
After a few more rough thrusts, Sherlock came with a loud groan. The head board began splintering and cracking even more to the point that it broke. The bed lost its support, crashing them to the ground. He groaned, trying to land to the side of John so he wouldn't crush the man below him. He couldn't help but smirk proudly. "Uh, we will probably have to get it fixed now. Unless you want to sleep on the couch the rest of the time." Shit, that fall had hurt a bit but he hadn't hit or bruised anything. He gave his husband a once over, to make sure the other man was okay.
John tensed as they fell, shouting as they landed. Fuck. Fuck. He looked at his husband and laughed slightly, reaching out to grab Sherlock's hand wrapping it around his erection with a soft moan. "You will have to tell your Mum, she'll need to p-pay for it." He arched into his husband's hand eagerly. God, he was still covered in chocolate lube.
With the bed collapsing on them Sherlock had forgotten about finishing John off until his husband had grabbed his hand. He began a quick but steady pace around his partner's cock. "Mummy gave us her credit card, we can use that. We should still tell her though, she would be proud." He smirked at John, as he continued on with the set rhythm.
"Ah, God." John turned and roughly met Sherlock's lips before he came across his stomach."Sherlo-" He relaxed the best he could against the mattress as a blush spread across his lips. "Sherlock, we broke the fucking bed." He burst into laughter, curling into his husband and smearing chocolate lube over his body. "S-She's going to ask us why we bought a new bed! She can see that!"
Sherlock laughed with John as he glanced down at their bodies. A shower was most certainly in order at some point. For now he snuggled into his husband. "She will probably figure it out, even if we didn't tell her." He smirked a bit and then shrugged. "I know you said slow…sorry about that…couldn't help myself after awhile."
"No, don't." John grinned and flopped across his husband with another soft laugh. "God, that was wonderful. I egged you on, really. I knew that hard thrust would throw you over the edge. Worth it." He shifted and groaned slightly. "Ouch," he whispered. Maybe the fall hadn't been so nice on him. His lower back was hurting a bit. Then again, he wasn't as young as he used to be.
The smirk on his face turned into a concerned frown. "You okay my dear doctor? Shit, I'm sorry." That was twice in one day already John had gotten hurt and it was his fault. Sherlock let out a frustrated sigh, running a hand through his hair. Nothing ever seemed to go right anytime he tried to give complete control to his husband. He either took it back or something like this happened.
Oh, he had said that out loud, hadn't he? "I am fine," John whispered. "I have had some back problems since the Army, nothing you caused," he reassured his husband as he sat up slowly. His back popped several times before he twisted each way, making it pop more. "See? Nothing I'm not used to, alright? You are fine." He leaned to the side and gently met Sherlock's lips. He hated when his husband blamed himself for things.
The frown remained, his brows knitting together closely. Sherlock finally nodded at John's words but it didn't change the fact he felt bad about it. He returned the kiss, arms wrapping his husband carefully and drawing the other man into a light hug. More of the lube got smeared on him but he didn't care. Sure it was sticky and a minor discomfort but that didn't matter right now. He needed to make sure John was okay.
John smiled against Sherlock's lips and lifted a hand to tangle in his husband's hair. "I love you," he whispered as he pulled away. "And I am not only saying that because we broke the bed. I really mean it." He laughed and ran a finger down Sherlock's chest. When he was sure it was covered in lube he lifted it up to Sherlock's lips, a wry grin twisting his mouth.
Sherlock managed a smirk. "I know. I love you too." He watched John's finger with an arched brow, the smirk getting bigger. He took his husband's whole finger into his mouth and began sucking on it. He continued to suck on it well after all the lubricant was gone. After a few moments of sucking he began nibbling on the finger lightly.
That probably wasn't the best idea in the world. John whimpered slightly, watching his husband's mouth with his eyebrows knitted together. "God, you have got a wonderful mouth." He paused for a moment and let his gaze dart up to Sherlock's. "Don't comment on that. At all. I know, you are wonderful so naturally your mouth is wonderful." He smirked before he dropped his head and nipping at Sherlock's ear.
Sherlock smirked broadly, clearly amused by John's words. He continued to suck on the finger, moaning around it as his husband nipped his ear. They had a bad habit of getting each other all worked up when neither was in a position to do anything about it. Fuck it. It all felt wonderful anyway. He tilted his head slightly so John had better access.
John slowly pulled his finger out of Sherlock's mouth, his teeth clamping down slightly on the shell of Sherlock's ear. God, they shouldn't be doing this. It wasn't good because they had just shagged and couldn't do much. And they had broken the bed. He pulled away from his husband's ear. "We should wash up and go buy a new bed," he muttered against Sherlock's cheek. "Can you walk straight?"
Right. His husband had the right idea. They should probably end things before they wound up sexually frustrated. "I should be able to. Can you?" Sherlock had gotten pretty rough there at the end and then the bed had broken, which probably didn't help John any at all. He got off the bed carefully, standing slowly. He seemed to be okay and wasn't nearly as sore as he had been earlier.
"Yes," John said with a laugh as he stood slowly, turning to look at the sheets. "You know, new sheets, too," he muttered with a blush as he turned toward the table that was next to the broken bed, picking up the phone. "Going to call your Mum, see what size bed she wants." He stated as he hit speed dial and held the phone to his ear. "Maybe what color sheets she wants, yeah?"
Sherlock sat back down on the broken bed. He had hoped they were going to go shower, but that seemed to be on hold at the moment.
Oh no. What could be wrong now? Nancy was nervous when she picked up the phone. "Hello? Oh God. What happened? Is everything okay? Is this Sherlock or John?" She couldn't help all the questions. They tumbled out of her mouth so quickly, she didn't have time to stop them.
Oh. John realized the last time he called it had been because something horrible had happened. What twisted his gut even more was the fact that everybody now thought something wrong happened to them all the time. "It is John," he replied as he sat down next to Sherlock, wincing when the bed creaked in an odd way. "I was um...you know, just wondering. If Sherlock and I were to buy a new bed...for you, as a present, what size would you want it to be?"
Relief flooded Nancy. "Oh thank God." She hesitated and then cleared her throat as she regained her composure. "Sorry about that, guess I got a little carried away there." John's question finally registered and her brows crinkled together in confusion. "A new bed? Oh..." She smirked in realization. "King is fine. Good day then?"
Of course she knew. Every Holmes had an uncanny ability to figure everything out. "Yes," he finally mumbled as a blush spread across his cheeks to the tips of his ears. He shifted to leans against his husband. "Right. It was...Sorry about your bed." He closed his eyes and turned to press his face into the side of Sherlock's neck.
Sherlock smirked, wrapping an arm around John. He gave a gentle kiss to the top of his husband's head.
Nancy laughed. "It is fine. Just have Sherlock use the card I gave him. Gregory and Mycroft are at work, and I hear Amy waking from her nap. I should go." She paused. "Do you want to talk to her?"
John put the phone on speaker instantly. "Of course I would," he said with a grin. "I would love to talk to her." He looked up at his husband for a moment. Amy. God he loved Amy. "She hasn't been horrible, has she? We owe you so much for watching her."
Nancy smiled, putting the phone on speaker as well. "She doesn't sleep as much, so she gets cranky from time to time but she is having a ball with grandma." She walked to the nursery she had set up for Amy and picked up the infant carefully, cradling the phone between her ear and shoulder. "Amy, your daddies want to talk to you."
"Hi baby girl." John grinned and pressed himself closer to Sherlock. "Oh, I miss you. You are a beautiful little girl." He closed his eyes and sighed contently. "Behave for Grandma, Amy. Sleep for her." he held the phone closer to Sherlock hesitantly. He knew his husband was not a big fan of things like this.
With his constant and ever present changing life now, Sherlock was gradually getting used to moments like these. To his surprise, he was also beginning to like them. He smiled at John before he spoke into the phone. "Hi little Sandi, if you be good Dad and I will bring you something when we come back home."
John smiled as he heard a small squeak on the other side of phone. Sherlock had a special way with words, apparently. "Amy Watson, you silly girl," he said with a laugh. "I bet you have grown so much. I hear you can almost lift your head." He turned and pressed a kiss into Sherlock's neck. "I love you."
"You hear that? Your daddies love you. John, Sherlock. I am going to go. Need to change and feed Amy. You two keep having fun. Love you two bunches." Nancy hung up the phone.
Sherlock nuzzled his head into John's shoulder after the call ended. "Little Sandi being able to lift her head, that is good right? Normal development speed?"
John tossed the phone on the floor and nodded. "Perfect, yeah. Especially for bring born early." He placed another soft kiss against Sherlock's neck, letting out a soft sigh against his husband's skin. "I smell like chocolate lube. We should shower." His hand moved to rest over Sherlock's belly button as he nipped at a tendon in his husband's neck.
"Good. I am glad." And he was. They were lucky that little Sandi was doing so well having been born premature. Sherlock closed his eyes from the kisses on his neck, tilting his head slightly for John. Shower. Right. They should probably do that, but he didn't want to move.
John scratched gently at Sherlock's stomach and grinned against his husband's neck. "Guess I am pretty distracting," he said happily, his tongue darting out to lap at some skin. Things like this always made him happy. Paying attention to Sherlock was something he liked because he never thought he would have the chance.
"You do distract me quite easily." Sherlock smirked into John's shoulder. He couldn't help but nibble on the top of it, licking at any nearby chocolate lubrication. He brought one of hands up to run through his husband's hair lightly. They really should get up and shower, but he still didn't move from his spot.
Okay. Bit good. Except now John was fairly sure he wasn't going to move now. He gasped slightly against Sherlock's neck and moved his hand across his husband's stomach to wrap his arm around him. "Love you," he whispered as he moved to push Sherlock against the broken mattress and straddle him.
The shower didn't matter anymore and he followed John's movements without delay. "I love you too," Sherlock said into his husband's shoulder. He continued to nibble and lick it, his arms wrapping around the man on top of him. Despite some of the pitfalls, he thought this honeymoon was turning out to be rather amazing.
John tensed for a moment when he felt Sherlock's tongue on his scar. Deep breaths. It would be fine. He relaxed slightly and then pushed his shoulder forward slightly so the scar was closer to his husband's mouth. Maybe if he started now it would get better. He moved a hand to rest in Sherlock's hair as he pressed his nose against his husband's hair.
It was easy for Sherlock to forget about not kissing John's scars in a haze of excitement. He was about to move his mouth elsewhere when his husband moved the scar closer and not further away from his lips. He smiled, kissing along it ever so gently.
Why did that feel so good? John moaned softly. Oh, God. "God." He arched into Sherlock's mouth without a second thought. Perhaps he should have let his husband do this more often. "Yes, Sherlock." He tightened his hand in Sherlock's hair.
The smile on his lips got bigger. Sherlock didn't expect to get that response but he was very pleased with it. He moved his lips to another scar, continuing to kiss gently like before. The firm hand in his hair made him want to be more aggressive but he wasn't sure if John was ready for that. Not on the scars anyway. He found the third one with ease, and instead of kissing it he let his tongue run along it slowly.
Shit. The newest scar, his left shoulder. John tensed slightly and moaned, lifting his head slightly look at his husband. "Good," he muttered as he slowly forced himself to relax. "Sherlock, please." He swallowed hard and let his head fall back, moaning again. "God, so good. Please don't stop. Please."
Given John's previous aversion to Sherlock being anywhere near, let along licking, the scars he never thought it would be such a turn on for his husband. He smirked a bit even though John couldn't see it. He continued to lick the scar slowly, his tongue forming small circles on and around it. His fingers began to trail along his husband's back gently, to add to the light touch sensation.
It was clear that Sherlock was a wonderful study of the human body. Specifically, John's body. He hissed at the feeling of Sherlock's fingers on his back, not knowing which way to bend his body. The mouth on his scar was sending jolts through his body, turning something so utterly horrendous into something that was the most beautiful thing he had ever seen."I l-love you," he gasped out.
Sherlock finally stopped lavishing John's scar with attention from his tongue. "I love you too." He leaned forward and gently met his husband's lips, pressing up into the body above him slightly. He couldn't help it. Sure they had just shagged and broken the bed, but he liked having their bodies close together. The mess being made on them both from the lube barely even registered for him.
John returned the kiss before pulling away slowly, breathing hard with a grin on his face. "Thank you," he whispered. He figured Sherlock wouldn't know what he was thanking him for but he needed to do it. To thank his husband for helping him overcome the negative thoughts of his scars. He never thought it would happen. Perhaps this honeymoon was exactly what they needed.
Sherlock smiled up at John. He was rather pleased with himself and his husband. That had been first for them. Usually new things involved some sort of sex, but this had been different. It hadn't been sexual, well John had clearly enjoyed it but he had done it as way to comfort his husband. To show his partner there was no shame in having them.
John finally giggled and grimaced as he slid slightly against his husband. "We... should probably shower," he said with a blush. "Christ, did you use the entire bottle?" He dropped his head and licked some lube off of Sherlock. Not too bad, actually, considering what the stuff was used for. "And then possibly go find a bed and see if we can have it here...There is a fire place in the living room..." He trailed off slightly. "We should sleep in front of that tonight."
"Yes, a shower does seem to be in order. We were going to take on earlier, but we got sidetracked." Sherlock smirked at John. "The couch unfolds into a bed but if memory serves me correctly the thing isn't comfortable at all. Floor might be better. We could lay down some sheets and blankets. Carpet is nice. I napped on it wonderfully when you gave me that massage."
"I was thinking a little nest of pillows and blankets," John whispered as he shifted off of his husband and stood slowly. "Oh, God." He looked down and watched as lube slid off of him on to the floor. That was quite possibly the messiest thing they had done, hands down. He moved into the bathroom and quickly turned the shower on, stepping under the water immediately.
Sherlock did something he rarely, if ever did. He giggled, when the lube got all over the floor. "So, I am thinking it wasn't for smearing on the body and probably for blow jobs." He smirked at John's back as he followed after his husband, leaving a trail of chocolate lubrication behind them. He stepped into the shower, standing so the water could spray over both of them.