Author's Note:
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"Okay." Sherlock closed his eyes from the soft kisses on his chest, theywere comforting and soothing. He was certain he could fall asleep like this, even though he wasn't tired. And despite the fact he was standing up and had hot water spraying down on him. "This is nice. Liking this." He pulled John a little closer still.
"Good," John whispered with another kiss against Sherlock's heated skin. "That's the point," he added with a smug smile. It wasn't often he got to one-up his husband like that. It seemed like his words and actions were helping and he suddenly felt like a much better husband. "The goal of my entire life, really, is to make sure your life is nice and you are liking it." And it was true. He had made a vow. He couldn't back out from that sort of promise.
Sherlock smiled and lifted his head off his husband's and then leaned down, so he could kiss John on the lips. "I love you." He resumed the kiss, breathing through his nose. He didn't want to have to break it too soon. It was slow and easy, his tongue running along his husband's bottom lip lightly.
John wanted a bloody recording of Sherlock saying 'I love you' to listen to for the rest of his life. He moaned into the kiss, his hands curling so his fingernails could dig slightly into his husband's back. "Love you," he replied softly before sucking at Sherlock's tongue with a small, pleased hum. The man knew what he liked and it never failed to impress him when Sherlock took his breath away during a kiss.
The fingernails against his skin made Sherlock moan softly into the kiss. If he hadn't just shagged John, he was sure he would try to right now. He broke the kiss eventually, so he could breathe properly. Between two shaggings and feeling extremely relaxed, he was a little tired. "I think you wore me out today." He smirked down at his husband.
"Mmmm," John smiled a bit, pulling Sherlock closer. "Do you want to go set up the pull-out bed? I can get it all ready since I have worn you out so much." His chest puffed out with pride. Sherlock was tired and he did that. It felt amazing to know that. "Then you can get your few hours of sleep and everything will be wonderful." He met his husband's lips for a slow kiss.
Sherlock smirked bigger. "I would rather stay in here and kiss you." He returned the kiss, turning them slightly so John's back would be against the wall. He pressed their bodies closer together with another moan. God, he was still turned on from their last shagging but there wasn't anything he could do about it right now. He wouldn't be able to until sometime tomorrow either.
Well, John couldn't argue with that. He gasped and looked up at Sherlock, flattening himself against the wall. "You are insatiable," he whispered with a smirk as he stood on his toes and took his husband's bottom lip between his teeth. "Probably going to get hard myself if you keep this up," he added with a mischievous grin. At this rate he was going to be tossing off on the pull-out bed while Sherlock was asleep.
"Well, you are just so adorable, I can't help it." Sherlock continued the kiss, his tongue exploring eagerly now. He was determined to get John off before they went to bed for the night. He let a hand scratch down his husband's side slowly and then took hold of John's cock, hoping to help his husband's erection along.
John had a witty reply on the tip of his tongue but the words were caught in his throat the moment he felt Sherlock's hand on his penis. He moaned into his husband's mouth and let one hand lift up to rest at the center of Sherlock's chest. God, that felt wonderful. He pressed his hips forward slightly and pulled away from the kiss, looking between them proudly. Apparently all it took was Sherlock's hand for him to get an erection.
Sherlock smirked in satisfaction. Perfect. They still had the lubricant around here somewhere on the floor. "Would you mind if I used the lube for a blowjob?" He had been wanting to try it out for awhile now, and the for some reason the blueberry lubricant smelled really good to him. The thought made him squirm against his husband. "God, I love you." He moved in to kiss John once more, his hand gripping a little more firmly and stroking gently to help maintain the erection.
John nodded as he met Sherlock's lips, moaning as he bucked into Sherlock's hand. "Yeah. Fine. 'S fine," he stumbled over the words and pulled away from the kiss with a whimper. "Please. God, love you too." He didn't even know what he was saying anymore he just wanted something. "Lube. Good. Yeah, good."
Sherlock was practically giddy with anticipation. He fumbled around with the wet bottle before he was finally able to get a grip on it. He opened it, applying the lubricant in a few quick strokes on John's penis. He got down on his knees and began sucking on the cock with a moan. Christ, it tasted better than it smelled. He began bobbing, sucking loudly.
Jesus. John could hear Sherlock giving him the blow job. He moaned and let his head fall back against the wall, his hand moving to tangle in his husband's hair. "Fuck, Sherlock." His hips moved forward slightly and he hissed. "Sorry. Sorry," he mumbled and tightened the fingers in Sherlock's hair. His partner was obviously eager and it was all because he tasted like a blueberry.
Sherlock growled excitedly from his hair being pulled. John's thrusts only encouraged him really, and he took as much of his husband's cock in as he could. He continued his loud sucking slurps, having to exhale from his nose because breathing through his mouth was next to impossible right now.
"Yes. God, fuck." John tried to keep his hips still, his eyes slammed shut as he tried to focus on not moving. But Sherlock's mouth was glorious and the sounds he was making were even better. "Sorry," he apologized in advance as his hips pressed forward.
"...sfine..." Sherlock managed to mumble around John's cock. He began bobbing as fast as he could now, swallowing down to the base with surprising minimal gagging. He was too busy enjoying the taste, still sucking loudly. He had never been so eager to give a blow job before.
That was too much. John tried to look down as he came but his head flew back instead. He moaned loudly, pulling at Sherlock's hair and leaned heavily against the wall, starting to slide down as his legs wobbled. "God. Oh God. That was." He finally slid to the floor, looking at Sherlock through half-open eyes. "So, you like blueberries?"
Sherlock swallowed with a bit of difficulty considering how much he was sucking and slurping but he managed. When John slid down, he leaned his head into his husband's chest breathing heavily. He could only nod slightly in response to John's question. He would have to try flavored lube during a blow job again.
John wrapped his arms around his husband and laughed slightly. "That wore you out more than me," he whispered as he placed a kiss on Sherlock's temple. "It was good. Really good," he said over the spray of the water. Because it was. His husband had been so excited about the taste of blueberries that he had practically tried to swallow his cock.
Sherlock smirked a bit. "Worth it. Glad you liked it." Oh yeah, they were still in the shower. He didn't feel like getting up though. He would much rather stay in the embrace of his husband. He lifted his head to kiss John on the lips lightly. "Think I am going to sleep good tonight." The smirk on his lips got bigger.
John laughed and returned the kiss without a second thought. "You and me both," he replied with a weak smile. Now that he thought about it, he was exhausted. Sleep sounded wonderful. "Want to sleep with you. Can I..." he paused and reached a leg up, turning the water off. "Can I snuggle against you tonight? I just feel like I am going to have a nightmare." He admitted.
"Of course." Sherlock kissed John on the lips one more time before standing up. He helped his husband up and then turned off the water. He shivered immediately without the cascading warm water washing over him. He got out of the shower, dried off and then wrapped the towel around him for some warmth.
John let out a sigh of relief he hadn't known he had been holding. He stood slowly and grabbed a towel of his own, drying himself off and grabbing the clothes he had abandoned on floor earlier. "Don't want to sound needy," he admitted softly, looking at his husband with a blush. "Last thing I want, really. But I am just... scared." He pulled his boxers on and then his pajama pants.
Sherlock dropped the towel and slipped into his robe. He turned to look at his husband with a soft smile. "John, it is fine. You don't sound needy." He grabbed his partner's wrist gently and led them out to the living room. He pushed the blankets and pillows out of the way with his foot before starting to take the cushions out of the couch and tossing them behind it.
Not needy. That was what husbands were for, right? John followed Sherlock and watched him before helping his husband pull the bed out. Small but probably more comfortable than the floor. He lifted the pillow and blankets on to the pull out bed with a smile at Sherlock. "Perfect," he whispered. "Just like you." He placed a soft kiss on to his husband's neck.
"Yeah, but I am perfect and amazing, so I'm better than some pull out bed." Sherlock grinned at John. He crawled into bed, laying on his side so his husband could curl into him. The bed was more comfortable than he remembered. Maybe he had just hated sleeping on it as a child because he had been forced to sleep next to his older brother. He smirked up at John. "So, we probably shouldn't shag on this. Pretty sure it would break, even without us being rough. Unless, you want to buy a new couch too."
John laughed and crawled slowly on the bed, wincing as it creaked under his weight. "Shit, it might break with just us laying here," he muttered with a laugh. He moved and curled against Sherlock's chest, pressing his face into the warmth of his husband's robe. "Sometimes when you wake up and leave me in bed I cuddle with your pillow because you smell wonderful," he whispered as he blushed. After the amazing blow job he was apparently ready to tell Sherlock anything.
Sherlock wrapped his arms around John in a hug, his chin resting lightly on his husband's head. "I love you." Shit, he was more tired than he thought. It was easy to relax with John in his arms. He closed his eyes, as his breathing slowed down and sleep found him. He kept his embrace around his husband the entire time he slept.
Oh. Sherlock really was tired. John smiled and forced himself to relax. No nightmares. Calm. He let his eyes slip closed and finally fell asleep, his body relaxing heavily against his husband as soft snores pressed into Sherlock's robe.
Sherlock only slept for a few hours. When he woke up, John was still sleeping. His husband had been trying to make conversation and he had fallen asleep on his partner. He would have to find a way to make it up to his husband. He remained still, hoping John would be able to sleep longer and with any luck no nightmares.
The moment Sherlock's breathing pattern changed John shifted, taking a deep breath and groaning slightly. Oh. He had fallen asleep. He yawned into Sherlock's robe. God, his husband was warm. Why in the world was he awake? "You awake?" He asked softly, opening one eye and glancing up at Sherlock lazily.
Well, it seemed John had woken up anyway. "Yeah, but if you are still tired you can go back to sleep." Sherlock kissed the top of his husband's head. "Sorry I fell asleep on you last night like that. I didn't realize just how tired I was until I had laid down on the bed." He shifted slightly so he could look down at John.
"Mmmm," John smiled slightly, his features showing how tired he was. "'S fine. Wore you out." He grinned and licked his lips, stretching his body to quickly meet Sherlock's lips. "Like it when you sleep," he added with a small shiver. All he wanted to do was sleep more but Sherlock was awake. He yawned and slowly reached between them, his hand wrapping loosely around his husband's penis. Hell, he didn't even know what he was doing. His eyes slipped closed, a small snore escaped his mouth, and his eyes opened back up.
Sherlock couldn't help the quiet moan that escaped his lips from John grabbing his cock. There was no way he would be able to get hard right now. He smirked slightly as he his husband fought to stay awake. "Sleep my dear doctor. I am right here. You are safe. No nightmares." He hugged John closer to him, hoping that it would help his husband slumber peacefully.
Sleep. John mumbled something before letting his eyes close for good. Christ, he was exhausted. After another two hours he slowly woke up, his eyes opening. The first thing he saw was Sherlock's face and he broke into a sloppy grin. "Sorry," he said with a weak laugh, pressing closer to his husband. "Didn't mean to fall back asleep," he added with a yawn. He felt like he could sleep for another day, at least.
Sherlock shrugged a bit and then kissed the top of John's head. "It is fine. I told you to sleep." He smiled down at his husband. "What do you want today my dear doctor?" He wasn't sure if John would be up to taking the yacht to the city. His husband still seemed to be tired. As long as it got done before they left, it didn't matter to him when they did it.
Sherlock wanted to do something today? Just the thought made John groan into his husband's chest. He wanted to lay here in Sherlock's arms for the day. "Don't care," he muttered as he pressed closer to the warmth of his partner's body. It felt wonderful to just be curled against Sherlock.
"I take it you don't want to do anything today then?" Sherlock smirked down at John. He reciprocated the snuggling, by trying to press as close to his husband as he could. He brought a hand up to run through his partner's hair lightly and shifted slightly so he could meet John's lips for a gentle kiss.
"Not right now," John said against his husband's lips as he returned the kiss, letting his tongue run slowly against Sherlock's bottom lip. Kissing. He could do that. He pulled away with a small smile, opening his eyes to look at Sherlock. "I love your eyes," he admitted softly.
Maybe this would turn out to be one of those days where they just laid in bed, tangled up in each other. Sherlock would be more than content with that."They are perfect, just like the rest of me." He smirked at his husband and then studied his partner for a moment as he tried to come up with something to say to that. Something was expected wasn't it? Except he usually failed at things like these.
John smiled a bit and rolled his eyes. "They are so expressive. When you look at me I feel like you can see right through me. It is terrifying and wonderful all at the same time." He lifted a hand and rested it gently on his husband's cheek. "And your eyes narrow when you're thinking and it's adorable."
Sherlock snorted. "You are the adorable one, not me. I am just perfect and amazing. Oh and let's not forget that I'm also a Sex God." He smirked down at his husband, as he continued to try and think of something to tell John. Shit. He was absolutely terrible with these kinds of conversations. Would his husband get upset, or had they moved past that now?
Oh. That was how it was going to be? "I am not adorable," John muttered with a smirk. "Your mouth," he whispered as he licked his lips, his thumb running across the crease of Sherlock's mouth softly. "It is so soft and kissable. Love having it on my cock," he added with a smooth chuckle. "It quirks to the side just a bit when you have solved something. It's wonderful."
Still nothing. There were a lot of things about John that Sherlock liked, loved even but articulating them proved to be difficult for him. This was odd since he had no problem at all saying what was on his mind most of the time. "Careful what you say, I might feel compelled to test what you say." He smirked down at his husband.
"Your hands..." John reached between them, lacing their fingers together. "You... have the longest fingers and your hands are always so graceful." He placed a soft kiss on Sherlock's knuckles. "And soft. You always know how to use them in any situation. When you are at a crime scene I always watch your hands," he glanced up at Sherlock with a soft smile.
Now he was just feeling utterly inadequate. Sherlock had thought of something to say now but he hesitated to say it. He knew John would disagree and even possibly get upset about it. He slid down a bit so he could place soft kisses along the scar on his husband's right shoulder. "I know you don't like them, but I like your scars. They…define who you are, I think. Strong. Brave. A fighter."
Oh. John felt his breath catch and glanced down at Sherlock. A fighter. Brave. Strong. He wasn't any of those things but hearing it from Sherlock made him smile. What did he say to that? Sherlock's words had been more powerful than his own. They shook him to the core. "...Yeah?" He asked brokenly, his hand clutching at Sherlock's.
"Mmmhmm." Sherlock continued to kiss the scar, before moving onto another one. "Strong: Because you have grounded morals and you stick to them, no matter what anyone says or thinks. Brave: I have never seen you flinch away from a fight. You always stand up for what is right. A fighter: You have been away at war, fighting for others. Fighting for people you don't even know and never will. No matter how close you have gotten to death, you always fight to live." By the time he was done talking, he was kissing the third scar. He lifted his head to look up at John. "That is what they mean to me when I look at them." He gave his husband a small smile.
Everything that John had just told Sherlock was no longer good, no longer the best thing anybody could say to his husband. It felt like the air had been knocked from his lungs and all he could do was stare at his husband, eyes wide and mouth ajar, and try not to cry. He didn't normally cry but nobody had ever described his body like that. The things he viewed as ugly, Sherlock described as beautiful, as him. "That is... good..." He forced the words from his throat, his voice catching. "That's..." He swallowed hard and blinked, taking a deep and calming breath. "Yeah."
Sherlock frowned slightly as he gauged John's reaction. Had he said something wrong? Too much? Not enough? Were those tears? Had he just made his husband cry? "Are you okay? I didn't mean to upset you. I just thought…I was trying to…" He trailed off, burying the top of his head in his husband's chest feeling rather defeated.
"No," John replied instantly, dipping a hand under Sherlock's chin and forcing him to look up. "No, it was... perfect. Nobody has ever said anything like that to me," he whispered, a watery smile on his lips. "It was... thank you," he whispered. What else did he say? The man had taken his biggest flaw and shown them how they were viewed by the one person who really mattered.
"Are you sure?" Sherlock furrowed his brows in confusion. John was smiling and crying at the same time. He didn't understand what was going on. "It was okay then?" He felt like he was missing something, although he wasn't entirely sure what that was. He reached up a hand to wipe at his husband's eyes gently. "Why are you crying?"
Two emotions at once. Sherlock's brain must be going crazy, John determined with a smile at the feeling of his husband wiping away his tears. "Because I am happy," he replied with a shrug. "Sometimes people do that, Sherlock. Sometimes people cry when they are so stupidly happy that they don't know what else to do." He lifted his head slightly to kiss Sherlock's hand. "You just made me stupidly happy. Nobody has ever said something like that to me."
Crying…when happy? That made absolutely no sense to him at all. "Oh. Okay, I guess." Sherlock tried to wrap his brain around that one. Here he thought he had finally started to understand emotions, but now he realized just how wrong he was. "Well then, I am glad you are 'stupidly happy' then…I think…"
"Oi." John laughed and moved his arms to wrap Sherlock in a tight embrace. "It was... lovely. I wish I would have recorded it. I want to hear that all the time." He placed a kiss in Sherlock's hair. God, he wanted to let everybody know what his husband had said, shout to everybody about how amazing Sherlock was. "I tell you things I love about you all the time but nothing ever compares to that."
Sherlock shrugged slightly. "You were saying all these nice things to me and I didn't know what to say. That was all I could come up with. I was worried maybe I hadn't said enough, or maybe too much. I am glad you liked it though." He leaned up and kissed John on the lips, hugging his husband closer to him. He was feeling a little socially inept right now and the closeness with John made him feel a bit better.
"I like to think I have decent eyes," John replied with a small laugh. "My face is a bit dull but it gets the job done," he added as he licked his lips. He was just happy now, ready to let Sherlock cling to him and probably take a nap. Who knew emotions like that could be so taxing? He felt like he could sleep for a few more hours. "I love your personality and how much you love me," he whispered with a hand moving to run through his husband's hair.
"You do have nice eyes, they are very expressive. But you already told me that and I didn't want to say what you had already said…" Sherlock trailed off with a groan. He was never going to get the hang of this kind of thing was he? He buried his face into John's chest once more, pressing their bodies together as closely as he could. He maneuvered his legs to entangle completely with his husband's. Maybe he wasn't any good at all this emotional talk but damn it he knew how to snuggle.
Right. Snuggling. "It is okay to steal things I say," John whispered reassuringly. "Promise. You don't have to be completely original. Nobody really is." He let his eyes slip closed and started humming, his hand running lightly up and down his husband's back. At this rate they weren't getting out their makeshift bed for anything. This bed was good enough for just snuggling and he didn't really have any plans to shag soon. "You are good at snuggling," he said with a smile.
"Damn right I am!" Sherlock lifted his head to smirk smugly at John. "But I am better at shagging. Sex God and all." The smirk got even bigger. By no means was he ready for another shagging, especially not on a bed that wasn't really made for two grown men. He was rather content to just lay here with his husband. The only thing that would make this better was kissing. He leaned up and began a slow kiss with John.
"Mmmmm," John started to return the kiss, exhaling shakily against Sherlock's cheek. Jesus, his husband's kissing was amazing and when it was slow he couldn't help but move against him. He moaned slightly and his hand moved to rest on Sherlock's shoulder. After a moment he got an idea and suddenly the kiss was loud, each small 'pop' echoing through the tiny living room.
Sherlock hesitated slightly when John changed the kiss. He broke it after awhile, pressing their foreheads together. "I love you." He pulled his husband closer still, hugging his partner a little tighter. He could stay in bed with John like this all day and be perfectly happy with it. He closed his eyes in contentment.
"I love you, too," John whispered with a smile, studying Sherlock's face while he had his eyes closed. When his husband was relaxed like this he was so amazing, great to look at. "You are amazing," he whispered seriously. "And I know you are going to reply like you usually do but I mean it. You really are, more than you know."
Sherlock opened his eyes and smirked at John. "You are more amazing because you put up with my insufferable ego." He kissed his husband on the nose and the smirk returned. His eyes closed again, nestling his head against John's chest now. He wasn't tired but he was so relaxed curled against his husband like this. The honeymoon was perfect. He didn't want it to end.